Until death?

by Andur

  108 - ~Epilogue I~

  A certain cellar

  Two crystal globes are resting beside each other in a dusty cellar. The noise of a big party can be heard from above. It sounds like a really big and happy festivity.

  “What do you think this whole fuss above us is about Amaru? Do you think the Masters are preparing to free us?”

  “Shut up Tjenemit! I swear! I won't be able to endure you for much longer! Don't call them Masters! Those Monsters came from hell itself! Nobody should know so many torturing methods!”

  “The paths of the Masters are unfathomable..... though I wish that the first Master would take us back. His mothers are so much worse than him.”

  “You are right. While I was in the Monsters grasp I still had thoughts about betrayal. His mothers taught me true obedience.... and for the last time! Don't call them Masters!”

  “But I can't. They imprinted this into me. It's so deep in me! Even if I try to call M.. them... something else. It simply comes over my lips.”

  “Whatever.... And No! They aren't preparing to release us! They are having a marriage ceremony above! A member of this breed took El Shaddai as his wife!”

  “Wife?”

  “Apparently he was reborn while we were locked up in this cellar! As a woman on top of it! Don't you listen to those two old hags when they are done with tormenting us?”

  “I wisely plug my eyes and ears. Nothing good comes of too much knowledge. But for the Masters to grant El Shaddai absolution in such a mysterious way.....”

  “I wouldn't call it absolution! Haaah.... Just a single opportunity of escape. I wouldn't even think about revenge. I would just hide somewhere and live a humble life.”

  “Such a life would be surely a great gift by the Masters....”

  *~Crreeeaack~*

  “What was that!?”

  “The door! Be silent and pray! The Masters are coming! They don't even grant us peace during the marriage ceremony of their offspring. Hard and Thorny are their paths....”

  Three young girls enter the room in a sneaky manner and start whispering to each other.

  “Come in! They won't find us here!” - demongirl A

  “Yes. Yes. God! This basement is dusty!” - demongirl B

  “At least we got away from them. For Sharid to bring her mortal family to the party. Her little sisters are so annoying!” - demongirl C

  “Yeah... they ask so many obvious questions. What's this. What's that. Even I got sick of playing the escort.” -demongirl B

  “It can't be helped. They are mortals.” - demongirl A

  “Playing tricks on them would be seriously bad manners. Unfortunately.” - demongirl C

  “And too easy! Ah! Look! Two glowing orbs! Cool!” - demongirl B

  All three of them come closer and surround the dusty pedestal with the two glowing orbs.

  “I didn't know that we had such thing down here. Oh, there are little people inside! Freaky!” - demongirl A

  “We aren't little people! We are Djinns! And if you crush our Orbs, we can grant you a wish!”

  “It spoke!” - demongirl C

  “What are your names little Masters?”

  “I am Eris! And that's Lada and Arianne.” Eris introduces herself to the Djinns.

  “That's strange. Shouldn't you rub an oil lamp for a Djinn to appear and grant wishes? And why are they kept in this dark and dusty basement?” Arianne squints her eyes at the two little figures.

  “Who cares!? Two wishes! Hurry up and think of something cool!” Lada starts to hop while shining with her entire face.

  “I really think that we should ask....” But Arianne can't complete her sentence any more.

  “I wish for Sharid to have two little boys to tease them!” Eris grabs the first glowing globe and smashes it onto the ground.

  *Crush*

  “Are you out of your mind!? And what's with that strange wish Eris! Sharid likes cute little girls on top! Didn't you see how she adores her two little sisters! You are cruel!” Arianne gasps at the broken globe on the floor. It stopped shining and went dark.

  “I … I don't know. It was a sudden impulse? It felt like the right thing to do?” Eris looks at the broken ball to her feet with a disturbed expression. “It was like a past self of me suddenly took over?”

  “I will correct your mistake! I wish for both boys to be lovable and cute little girls! So that Sharid can shower them with love!” Lada grabs the remaining globe and throws it to the floor.

  “FREEEEEE!”

  *Smash!*

  “That was strange.” Eris scratches her cheek.

  “Didn't I tell you!? What did get into you to make such strange wishes? Are you a goddess of mischief Eris?” Arianne smacks Eris.

  “Like I said.... Why are you tapping us Lada. Stop that! First we have to think about a possibility to conceal this mess and blame someone else!” Eris waves at the crystal shards on the floor.

  But Lada persistently continues to poke her sisters from behind. Eris and Arianne turn annoyed around towards Lada.

  “Aaaahh.... Hi! Grandma Ireth! How are you doing.” -Eris

  “Strange to meet in such a dusty cellar granny Katrine. We surely weren't hiding if you think that...” -Arianne

  One year later

  Two babies are lying side to side in their cute pink cradle.

  -That's my babysoother!- Anja snatches her belonging out of Amelia's mouth by using telekinesis.

  -Sorry. I tend to mix them up. Yours and mine look so similar.- Amelia apologizes and grabs the other soother which belongs to her.

  -I swear! All those years in that Cellar with you. And now this cruel fate! Your drool is on my belonging! And to be the sister of an airhead like you!- Anja starts to wave her cute little arms into the air.

  -I am not the one who came up with the Djinn story! You are at fault here! I always told you that Karma and Fate exist! And for someone like us to try to escape righteous punishment... THIS HAD TO HAPPEN!- Amelia snaps and starts a tirade.

  -How should I know? How big was the chance for this to happen? A trillion to one!? At least they will seal our memories today. I already hid a note in my soother to never try to remember my past. Stupid airhead!- Anja continues her ranting.

  -I will start to cry! And then SHE will come!- Amelia threatens Anja.

  -Airhead!-

  “UWAAAAA!”

  -Stop it!-

  “WAAAHAAAHAHAAAA!”

  -I give up! Peace! Just don't call her! She is too doting and loving! If she starts to take care of us she won't stop until she falls asleep! I will never call you airhead again. We are in this together. S.. Sis..-

  -Say it!- Amelia looks deep into Anja's eyes.

  Anja puffs up her cheeks. -Sister! Please, don't cry. We have to stand united against mother's love. At least until they seal our memories.-

  -Note down in your soother that you love me and that we are the best sisters forever! And that we absolutely never ever get back our old memories! I will do the same!- Amelia shows a winning grin that doesn't fit her baby face at at all.

  -That's...-

  Amelia starts to draw breath.

  -OK! Ok! Just be quiet!- Anja concentrates for a short moment to scratch the message with telekinesis into her soother. -There? See?-

  -Hmpf... Ok!-

  Then steps are heard and the door flies open. Sharid storms inside and snatches both babies out of their cradle and presses them to her chest.

  “~Mommy is here! You don't have to cry! Are you hungry already? Or did you make poopoo? Need some baby powder? Or a toy?........~”

  109 - ~Epilogue II~

  Royal Chambers

  I did it! Call me saviour of the multiverse! Forget that! I am the fucking creator of the multiverse! I even retrieved my father's memories and revived him!

  Almightiness was in my hands! I had it! I revived everyone for gods sake! I even took care of some physical laws which caused problems.

  It was the perfect idea.
First, Revive father and give him his job back. Then, Do what you want and be a sloth!

  So why did I get told that I am the perfect king and a change of power isn't necessary? Father grabbed mom and both of them ran away to enjoy their time together! Fuck! Fuck!

  I am the creator of the multiverse, so why do I have to be the king!? They should all obey me and kiss my feet!

  Aengus and Sharid are happy with each other and live a life of their own. They even have two cute little daughters! But they aren't willing to take any responsibility either.

  I thought of everything. I thought..... but..... in the end I failed!

  While recreating the multiverse I should have wished for complete obedience! Yes! But I was an idiot! The multiverse played the greatest trick on me!

  At least I should have changed Celes's personality! But nooo, I completely missed that subject. So that's what I get for a moment of idiocy.

  Right now I am tied up and used as a body pillow! The creator of the multiverse! A BODY PILLOW!

  My body is still sore from the beating I got from Celes.

  Could.... Could it be....? Naaah... never! But on the other hand? Was this situation a subconscious wish of mine?

  Am I a masochist like Sharid? Just with the difference that I am not aware of it? That can't be. But she is one. A masochist and a sadist.

  I was sure that her soul didn't have those properties when I reincarnated her. I just dabbled with her sex drive to make her a wild nympho. But she didn't turn out like that at all.

  That's strange! Contrary to her potentials, she has actually a quite faithful personality. And it looks like she would never go for someone else besides Aengus.

  What else did I do to her soul. Well. I edited the thirst for power out of her to keep her down. But she still rose back to godhood.

  Then I gave her a few of my ~abilities~. Could that be the problem? Passive abilities have an indirect link to someone's soul.

  So did I copy more than my abilities? Did I give her some of my subconscious desires and wishes too? That's entirely possible now that I think about it! And I dabbled with her soul very heavily! So that has to be case!

  Whahahaaaaa. I am the lowest of the lowest. A sadist. And a subconscious masochist! And a pervert!

  I fell so deep since I was a monk on earth!

  “Mmnh... stop moving or I hit ya!” Celes mumbles while being half asleep.

  I have to find out where I lost my path. I was always a sadist! I accept that! Even as a monk I enjoyed the pain of others. Keeping it hidden was just natural.

  But my other issues can't be from my previous lives. C... Could it be that I started to enjoy the torture lessons of my parents? Are they at fault?

  And then that time when I got turned on because Celes was punishing the kids? Did I wish for myself to be in their place?

  Urgh. I want to spew blood. The multiverse was created by the worst lowlife in existence.

  At least I created a nice warm place for the worst souls in the multiverse. Their tortures should last long enough to reform them into nice and obedient people.

  That's one thing I got right.

  Credits

  Author — Andur

  Publication platfom — RoyalRoadDl.com

  Book designer — Armaell