Rise Of The Cosmic_Emperor Chapter 353
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"What the...? I asked you for your name, not your many monikers" Hal pointed out with a shake of his head.
Nihasa smiled lightly,
"What can I say? I'm a show-woman at heart" she said with a shrug.
Hal sighed,
"You talk to me about boasting of myself to you and then you go around announcing your monikers when asked for your name" he said.
While still smiling, Nihasa said nothing and simply waved her hand at her surroundings so that a chair formed out of the Dark energy in the soul world. A chair she sat on and crossed her legs.
Then she waved her hand again and formed another chair which she invited Hal to sit on.
He looked at her for a few seconds and then took his seat while waiting for her to begin to speak. After all, she had said they had a lot to talk about so it stood to reason that she would be the one to initiate a conversation.
Nihasa chuckled, well aware of what his intentions were. There was a kind of doting in her eyes that almost made Hal believe she was at least interested in behaving like a mother.
Almost.
He was not so stupid to not doubt Nihasa's intentions and his doubt was to be understood.
Besides, the whole motherly routine only lasted a few seconds before Nihasa's expression shifted to a carefree and callous one.
The callousness was not actually very glaring but it was still noticeable but Hal. So was the calculating quality to it.
The whole situation regarding his birth which from what Tiberius and Myra had told him was something she always expressed disinterest in, to him having to grow up in the mortal realm was incredibly shady.
He was trying to be optimistic that he would get answers to those questions but it was hard to be positive since if there was anyone, mortal or not who could most likely lie to him flawlessly it was his mother, the Primeval Devil Queen.
"Where do we start?' Nihasa asked and it was clear that she meant the question to be rhetorical but Hal answered anyway,
"You decide" he said.
Nihasa chuckled once again,
"Very well. I guess that should be the way." She said and sighed,
"You are not a mistake. I don't make such mistakes, You should know that at least. I meant to have you."
"Good for me" Hal said with his voice oozing with sarcasm. "Who's my father?" He asked and was only asking it as more of a passing inquiry.
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He was not actually curious and Nihasa was quick to pick up on that.
"Do you really want to know?" She asked him and Hal shrugged.
"Not really. Just a little curious" he answered.
Nihasa lounged even more on her Dark chair with her hand along the back,
"That is information that is unavailable to you at the moment" she said.
Hal rolled his eyes,
"Well, of course, it's unavailable. Because you are not telling me."
While he asked the question and prepared to further his inquiry, he also focussed his attention as best he could on Nihasa's expressions and reactions to the questions.
Her carefree attitude gained a bit of seriousness while there was something he noticed in her expression that only lasted no more than a second,
"Don't... Don't tell me you don't know?" Hal said with an incredulous tone.
"Pfft, Come on Hal, don't be absurd. Of course, I know who he is. I just don't feel like sharing that information with you." Nihasa said.
"What If I say I have a right to know?" Hal asked.
Nihasa shrugged,
"You have a right to nothing. Being my son does not grant you such benefits. I only made an appearance to converse with you and answer some of the questions that plague you.
This is a privilege, not a right." Sh said.
"Then this is a waste of time then" Hal said and reached for an exit out of his would world.
Not actually planning to leave just yet but that did not really matter as he was trapped.
Nihasa had cut off his connection to his body so that he could not leave even if he wanted to. It was not surprising that she could do so as even Tiberius had done the same thing once upon a time.
"Maybe it is. However, I have finally found the rhythm with which to begin speaking and I do not have any intentions of losing said rhythm. So you will remain here until I have said all I wish to say.
That is, after all, the reason I am here.
To explain certain things to you."
She let a moment of silence pass after that and then began,
"I had a lot of expectations and they were mainly the reason I had you in the first place. Do not delude yourself into thinking I wanted to experience motherhood so badly because I did not.
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You were bound to be useful in the long run and upon your birth, you did not disappoint. You were born a god and not just any god, you were born as a god with a connection to a Primordial Principle."
Hal looked confused and without access to his body and his mind-space, he could not inquire what it was from the Primordial Cosmic Grimoire, so he asked the one who caused his confusion,
"What are Primordial principles?"
For an answer, Nihasa smiled,
"What do you know of Ordinances?" She asked.
Hal shrugged,
"They are the true dictators of world order." He said and Nihasa nodded,
"Yes, they are. But they are born from a Primordial principle. There are two Primordial principles, namely, Order and Chaos. The two are the first to actually exist and through them, all things were created.
No one knows which actually comes first and that is because neither of them came first.
It's like an endless cycle.
A riddle that cannot be solved.
Chaos only exists because Order does and vice versa. The birth of one, or more accurately, the coming-into-existence of one is what gives rise to the other.
The Ordinances which you have so accurately stated to be the 'dictators of world order' were all born out of The Primordial Principle of Order.
And it is with Order that you were born with a connection to. A connection that I and so many others saw as an opportunity."
Hal's eyes narrowed and he found that as much as Nihasa's tale intrigued and interested him, he did not quite care for the path it was now taking.
"What opportunity?" He asked.
"An opportunity to solve a puzzle. The puzzle of why the six abstract ordinances which could not be learned together by any one cultivator have a sort of attraction towards each other."
He did not like it one bit.
He had a strong feeling that this was related to why he had been struck down with lightning on earth and driven to transmigration into the cosmic realm.
"Your birth was impossible to actually keep hidden. Soon, there was no way to keep you safe at least not at the time."
"Really? You are a Primeval goddess and you were powerless?" Hal found it hard to believe.
"Ha, you forget that I am only one of Ten Primeval gods and goddesses and they all wanted to 'acquire' you. Well, all except one.
Of course, it was not a seize and grab situation and they tried to be diplomatic.
They wanted me to donate you to the solving of the Abstract puzzle and I refused.
Knowing how dangerous it would be for you to grow by my side, I decided to have you sent to a mortal world after I made several alterations that would keep you safe.
They were irate of course and wished to show their frustrations. However, they could not actually do much to me. I did not gain the moniker of Supreme overlord for nothing.
Also, I am a perpetual schemer and they knew how dangerous it was to get on my bad side."
Hal's eyes narrowed even further,
"So, you mean to tell me that I was to be a guinea pig right from my birth because of my connection to the Primordial principle of Order" he said.
Nihasa nodded,
"That's right. The thing is, in the long run, I would have managed to keep you safe. At that time, they were all just going crazy with the possibilities of solving the puzzle.
Eventually, they would leave you and me be. After all, you are my son.
They would make plans in secret but at least they would respect that much.
However, I knew that once you grew and showcased the talent you most definitely have, things would just revert back to how they were on your birth, so I hatched a plan.
I have to admit that it was one of my best.
I destroyed your body"
Hal's eyes widened,
"Excuse me?" He was shocked.
Niagara grinned widely and for the first time since she arrived and began to speak to him, Hal actually saw her as a Devil,
"It was painless, I assure you. Also, it wasn't really a destruction of your body as the freeing of your soul" she said.
Hal shook his head,
"You really are not a good mother"
Nihasa paused and then...
"Hahahahaha..." She laughed boisterously and then rolled her eyes at him,
"Well duh, of course, I'm not a good mother. I'm not a good person either. I AM the Devil."
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