Any text regarding Adam will be italicized. Any text written by the quill will be bolded. some text is glitch because that's the best way I can think to show the ability of the error pathway.
WARNING: Lotm spoilers for things regarding adam(Pathway wise and stuff) and Shadow Realm arc reveals about the god's spoilers and among other things for later chps.
#Godcosplay
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Atop the crimson titan stood a priest with molten gold hair. His eyes were an illusionary chaos of colors. His priestly garb bore a volatile black, a decaying silver cross hung across his neck.
"Keter, you hold the potential to be the weapon you were born to be, but you cannot overcome 'Him' alone."
Two shadowed heads sprouted from his neck, "The Sun", "The Tyrant", and "The Error".
"Keter Asterion, you were born destined to slay a fallen god. You were born to slay the Dream."
"The Sun" was the perfect example of purity and all that is good. A blinding halo floated behind his head, his hair a liquid ichor as an illusionary chaos of colors bore from his eyes.
"You did not wish for this. And for that, I truly am sorry, child." A false empathy consumed his voice.
"The Tyrant" was an embodiment of rage and power. The world around him came to a kneel as the Great Sea grew chaotic. His hair was an abyssal blue as an illusionary chaos of colors bore from his eyes.
"But the burden of the title godslayer must lie on your hands."
"The Error" was normal compared to his other selves. The only difference was the crystal monocle on his right eye.
"The Tyrant" began to sing a melancholy song as "The Sun" Spoke.
"I say it's effective."
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A war raged within Keter's body, a war between two worlds and the boundless strings that guided all things.
Keter screamed in pain as the conflicting forces tore through his body. The insects were purged from his body. The acid and water evaporated upon contact. Even the tentacles of the fallen terror were reduced to nothing as a result of the battle of divine wills.
The boundless weave molded his body to fit its needs. His veins were rearranged, his [Lightpath] forcefully changed, his brain altered. The heavenly light destroyed everything in its path as it chased the weave, the very essence of 'light' forced his stigma to much higher levels of power. The world seemed to support the 'heart' as it reforged what the light destroyed. Neither of the worlds could live with the existence of the weave. Even the false will within the blood would not allow for the existence of a daemon in their presence.
A violent song rang within his head, permeating his very soul.
Rage began to consume what was left of Keter's conscience. Keter exploded his arm, forcing the terror away from him for a moment.
The terror screamed in pain as all but two of its tentacles were vaporized by Keter's blood.
Keter's stigma began to dig into his hollow heart as he pulled upon more power. Instantly actualizing [Silver Moonlight], he shot toward the terror, casting dozens of miracles to assist him.
Even with all but two of its tentacles gone, the fallen terror was not something Keter could stand against. A degenerate existence could not be equaled by an incomplete miracle.
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The "Error" grasped a quill and began writing on thin air.
[The Fallen Terror, with the support of the Dark Sea, grew courageous enough to challenge the gods and returned to its roots. Utilizing the ability, Flesh Creek the Fallen Terror dived into the body of the Holy Emperor.]
It was going to fail; Adam knew that all too well. The developments were not within logical bounds, so "Error" moved.
"Error" stole the "illogical" from the prophecy and the "Reasonable" death of Keter and swapped them.
"This is a reasonable development," The sun declared. The "Tyrant" began to hum a calming tune in response to the declaration.
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The fallen terror suddenly liquified into a writhing mass of flesh and blood. The writhing mass surged forward through the corrupted cavity in Keter's chest as it began to integrate into his body.
The three divine wills seemingly made a temporary compromise to deal with the profane mass. The writhing profanity would not stand a chance against the combined might of the gods and daemon.
An ever-distant quill began to write, and soon the profanity within Keter's body grew beyond his mortal comprehension. As the Dark Sea cried out in a wallowed pain.
Keter bit down on his charred tongue as a seemingly endless horde of awakened nightmare creatures arose from the Dark Sea's depths. Summoning what little strength he had left, he gripped [Silver Moonlight] and shot towards the horde.
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"Error" moved once more, glancing towards the very core of the Dark Sea. He then looked to "Sun" with an expectant look.
"Sun" nodded and declared. "I am the Trojan Horse of Fate, The Slug of Time, The Loopholes in the Rules, The Manifestation of All Errors."
[The Sun Spoke, so it must be T̷̸̢̢̡̳̹͔̠͔̘̜͔͙͉͚̭͈̫̙͕̯̋̆́͑ͩ̂ͧ̌̎̽ͥ͌͊̾́͟͟͞r̴̴̡̧̧̼̘̫̞̘̲̜̭̹̮̜͇̟̻̭ͤͤ̐ͣ̓͒͒̎ͧ̈́̅ͯ̔ͫ͘͜͠͞͞ų̶̸̶̶̶̸̸̰̘̼̺͙̫̻̻ͫͤ̌̐ͤ̆ͮ̏̍̀́̿̐͒̆̈́̇́̏ͥͥ̽͘͜͜͟͟͞͡͠e̵̢̡̛̼̺͎̩͉͈̊̌ͣͧ͗́̽̀̐ͬ͘ͅ.]
"Error" then created a 'bug' to distance the Dark Sea from its identity as a 'Great' creature. Stealing its identity, he then stole the identity of 'fallen' from the terror and created another bug to swap the two temporarily. He then wrote.
[The Great Terror began to integrate into the Holy Emperor's body, as he fought and killed the beings born of the Fallen Titan. The fragmented dead wills of the Sun, Heart, and Weave began to fight off the creature. Alone, they would be devoured and absorbed; together, they would purify the great creature, but in turn they would no longer hold the ability to continue to fight. Thus begins a new Doom War.]
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[You have slain...]
[You have slain...]
[You have slain...]
[You have slain...]
[You have slain...]
[You have slain...]
The song of death rang in Keter's ear once more. A divine symphony that could not be equaled.
[You have slain...]
[You have slain...]
[You have slain...]
The war within Keter's body could no longer distract him. A single mistake in this seemingly boundless horde would cause his death faster than the dying will of the dead gods would.
[You have slain...]
[You have slain...]
[You have slain...]
It was painful, far beyond what Keter's mortal mind could comprehend. It did not matter if he was a terror, after all, a slightly bigger ant could still never imagine the inexplanable complexity of those above it.
[You have slain...]
[You have slain...]
[You have slain...]
Tainted Ichor bathed the countless awakened creatures. For Keter's stigma could no longer keep up, for it no longer had any fuel to burn. Over a dozen scriptures have carved their way through the other side of his chest.
Born of the blood of the dream in the loving arms of war, he was no reborn in a crucible of his own blood, the divinity of realms, and the boundless profanity of degeneracy.
[Three of your Attributes are ready to evolve]
[You have acquired a new Attribute]
[You have acquired a new Attribute]
[You have acquired a new Attribute]
[You have slain Great Terror, Orpheus]
[You have received an Echo..]
[Your Light Grows Brighter]
[...Your Light is overflowing with power.]
[Your Light is taking shape.]
[You have received a memory: Unseen Candle]
The profane water of the Dark Sea grew chaotic, throwing him assure. The madding whispers grew quiet as his body reformed itself, all except the cavity caused by his stigma. The sound of the ever-distant quill fell silent as Keter felt a burden that did not belong to him begin to weigh on his shoulders.
The sound of ethereal bells rang as mist fell from the Hollow mountains.
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I was originally going to add another Adam segment of where he tossed the consequence of using the quill onto Keter, but I decided against it.
Also, it's my birthday tomorrow so I finally get to eat some good texmex.