The Primordial Record-Chapter 1390: Origin Avatars (final)

The Avatars of the Ouroboros Serpents looked at their meal and then peered at the Avatar of Serathis whose face was buried in her plate and they tentatively brought a spoon to their mouths, Rowan noticing that they went for the meat first, their actions were eerily synchronized even though they should be separate personalities. It was like watching a couple of moving statues, but what came next was very life-like.

Rowan saw their eyes light up in shock and pleasure and he was surprised at the depths of their emotions, the Ouroboros never needed any desire for taste and they should not have been affected so deeply by it, and he wondered why his ascension to Origin seemed to have changed him and his bloodline in such an odd fashion. Did it not seem like it was almost regressing him?

It was then that a particular memory came unbidden to his mind, reminding him that despite how much he knew and had learned he might still be wrong about what existence looked like from the top.

This memory was a grim one and was the source of much of his motivation towards the affairs of Primordials, it was one he saw when he was breaking his Spirit Matrix Gate, and it was of the death of the Primordial of Time and Evil.

However, In this instance, Rowan was not immersed in what was happening here, he did not focus on the body of the Primordial pinned against the table by multiple weapons, but instead, his sight was on what else had been on the table, which were a map and cups that were filled with liquid that could be wine or something else, but it was obviously made for drinking.

In all the time that he was recollecting this memory, he had always been focused on what was happening in the room, but he never bothered to ask himself why would Primordials need to drink. In his defense, that question had been one of the last things he could think about before the enormity of the revelations before him.

Even a mere Earth god no longer needed any form of sustenance, and Rowan remembered that the last time he ate something was right before he rid himself of the Intent of Chaos inside of his first forge, and after that, he barely even thought of this deed. For so long he had considered the act of eating or drinking to be extremely mundane activities, a trifling distraction better left for mortals, but what were the actions of the Primordials telling him? This satisfaction he could feel from his bloodline Avatars, what could it mean? Was Ascension nothing but a circle?

"CRUNCH…. CRUNCH…"

His thoughts were distracted by the sound of metallic crunching noises, and he looked at the six Avatars of the Origin Ouroboros who had finished eating their meal even quicker than the Avatar of Serathis and they had proceeded to eat the plates. ’Here are the gluttons I remember,’ Rowan mused, his eyes colored with mirth. Their eyes were darting around, looking for seconds, even though what they had just eaten could have fed an entire world of billions for thousands of years.

By his side, the Avatar of Chronomancer Prime who was eating slowly and methodically, made a slight gesture with his hands, and the plates of food that had just vanished into the stomachs of the serpents returned, exactly as it had been served, even though the food in their stomach had not even been completely digested. The six Avatars looked at the elegant boy with light shining in their eyes, and Rowan could feel that their sense of approval over this new bloodline deepened.

’Interesting,’ he thought, there might be a form of communication between his three Origin bloodlines because it would seem that the Primordial Record alone could not assure that his multiple bloodlines could simply be perfectly fused, not when they possessed sentience. He could force them to work together, but Rowan suspected that this might be a mistake, and he knew that if he did a proper job, all of his bloodlines would work in harmony without the need to force their cooperation.

The Avatar of Serathis did not have to make any sign and her plates were refilled, and she smiled at the boy, before continuing her feast. Shaking his head in amusement he joined them in eating, anytime he took a spoon full of food, the Avatars of Ouroboros would have already consumed their entire plate, but a new set was always waiting.

Without any prompting, Rowan began to speak,

"I have lived many lives through the eyes of others, and the tales in my heart are as countless as all of the stars in every universe. At first, my thoughts were my own, alone, my mind knew only the sound of my voice and the cadence of my heart, back then I was a mortal, young and frail and the prison of my flesh was my entire heaven. However, I was always meant for more, because I was born a Breaker, and so are you all, because you are part of me."

His voice was magnetic, drawing the attention of all his Avatars towards him, and Rowan not looking at them continued to speak,

"I restrict your omniscience for one reason, and that is for you all to know the core of who I was before the endless tide of my Will shapes the direction I am about to take. I am an all-consuming force, and if you don’t get to see this side of me, if you don’t remember what I once was, and know how deeply I once loved, then you would only see the conqueror and the butcher. I also suspect that I need to see this side of me before I can truly be complete. To shed away some of the mysteries of my past."

Rowan exhaled and his breathe coalesced in front of him, and took the shape of his first form on earth, Rowan Carter and his body made here were not when he was older and at the prime of his life, scarred but strong, but it was when he was a bit older than nine, and forced to work in the mines, a little better than a slave, condemned to die even before he reached the age of ten, but Rowan, even as a mortal was nothing else but tenacious.

"I do not know my father or my mother. According to what was told to me, I was not left at the doors of an orphanage, or in front of a family home, or a church, all would have been good alternatives for a helpless babe, but I was left by the side of the road, and by the time I was found, the element had nearly killed me. This was what was told to me, but now I can go back, I can reach beyond my memory and I can see, because I am no longer satisfied with this story, this remembrance is incomplete."

The light in Rowan’s black eyes turned a flaming red becoming something diabolical like a demon, and the image of the young Rowan Carter began to regress backward in time, becoming even younger as Rowan plunged into the depths of his memory as a mortal in another life.

Even as a fifth-dimensional immortal, he was not supposed to be able to do something like this, but he had the Will of Shisu imprisoned in his soul, and he was burning this Ascendant to nothing so that he could use his Will as fuel to pry out the secrets of his past.

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The body of Rowan Carter continued to shrink until he was now in the form of a baby, and the space around this child shivered and hummed and the memory expanded, and for the first time, Rowan saw his mother in that life.

She held him by her breast as she was running through the night, bleeding from a dozen wounds and gasping for breath. Around her was nothing but steel and bricks as she was in a city, but she would not find reprieve here, for as her footsteps were heard, doors were quickly locked and windows were shut.

Her life was failing and every footstep she left behind was speckled with her blood.

All of these were disturbing, but what held Rowan’s attention was the face of the woman who was the mother of Rowan Carter, as he muttered to himself,

"How could it be her?"