First Demonic Dragon

Naturally, Abaddon had put more than a wandering thought into the life beyond the confines of Yesh’s body. Especially since it was where a part of his identity supposedly lie.

He just never asked because he figured it would spark up another one of those situations where Asherah found a roundabout way to ignore his questions.

He hated those situations.

"Is this knowledge not forbidden?" Sei had unknowingly asked the question that many in the room were already thinking of.

"It’s not exactly forbidden, per se…" Asherah rubbed her chin. "It’s just not information that would necessarily serve any of you. With luck, you would never have to see them or even hold a conversation with one."

"Them?" Sabine asked suspiciously.

Everyone leaned forward at once; displaying clear intrigue.

In moments like this, Asherah found the audience of world eating dragons unbearably cute.

"Where do I begin.." she leaned back and tilted her head towards the ceiling.

"Aeons are not very different from humanity in the scope of Totality. Or if you like, you can think of them as being similar to demigods with minuscule significance.

There are some greater forces, but ultimately, those who hold true power, those who are gods in every definition of the word, are The First Egoless.

They are the true reason for everything that we conceive and consume. Even Valerie and Gulban, when they create matter from thin air, they are only drawing from the font of a greater creative force produced by them.

A force that spans all that has been, is, or will ever be.

Only their awareness is truly absolute. If our life is like a televised program, or for relativity’s sake - a serialized novel, then they are like the watchers behind the audience.

If they decide they want to know something, it is as simple as recalling a memory. Their only limits are their rather restrictive personalities and the laws that they govern themselves by.

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The Egoless are intended to be just that. Beings devoid of egos or wants. Only then can they adequately fulfill their roles.

However, Chaos is different. She is a natural sower of discord and disharmony even among her peers.

There are laws in place specifically to prevent the Egoless from using their powers on the Aeons. But apparently she doesn’t always listen to them.

They’re supposed to aide us, watch us, and fuel us. Not destroy us. Or at least.. not until the time is right."

Abaddon could feel Asherah staring at him from underneath her veil. She really did know so much more about him than she ever let on before. It made him feel a bit funny.

"If Chaos is one, then who are the others?" Helios asked.

Asherah thought for a moment as if she were trying to recall their names from the span of her very long memory.

Eventually, she gave up trying to remember them and instead focused on reciting their titles.

"The Boundary, who maintains distinction. He is the only thing that separates us from the world around us. Without him, none of us would be able to tell ourselves apart from the sofa we’re sitting on.

Eternity is the font from which the very concept of time and space is refined. He is limitless, infinite, and understanding his complexity is the dream of many. Yet he remains unreachable.

Life is like yourself, Valerica. She is the flame from which life is derived, and the reason why it burns brightly before inevitably flickering out.

Possibility is the twin sister of Life. The two exhibit the most ’normal’ personalities among the Egoless; behaving somewhat jovially. When they frolic together, creation and ingenuity spark forth. Discover exclusive tales on novelbuddy

The Balance are loving and mournful. They are filled to the brim with more emotion than they know what to do with. From one face they weep with tears of joy, and the dew of their tears inspires love and kinship. From the other, they cry out of sorrow and the salty taste imbues loss and tragedy.

Chaos is the great dissenter. She sows harm without reason and inspires man to hate his brother. From the highest of the angels, to the most ordinary of humans, none are really free from her grip.

Order is her eternal adversary, but she is the stronger of the two. Though she defeats him, she’ll never kill him. Because without him, Chaos will be all. And if all is always chaos, then chaos becomes normalcy. It becomes Order.

And the oldest and weakest of the Egoless.. Is Oblivion. The one who plunges all into his being at the appointed time. Born as nothing, true inconceivable nothing, he was around for so long that he sparked the birth of Eternity.

With a second being in the endless domain, The Boundary was born. Then came Life and Possibility.

Chaos arose when they began to fight over the infinity in which they dwelled, and Order spawned to distract and combat her.

The Balance was begotten to ensure none of the eight tried to kill each other. It gave them laws to abide by, and blank, ego less personalities that ensured they wanted for nothing, not even to dominate each other.

But Chaos is said to have fought hard against her restrictions and as a result has a personality riddled with compulsions that she can’t ignore. In the same way that a person with OCD must wipe down a countertop a specific number of times to feel that it is clean.

She is hated by Oblivion, because she makes the already unbearable noise of Totality even noisier in his ears.

These beings… they are gods above gods. Even though I have shared things about them with you, the full span of their abilities and restraints remains unknown to me.

It is entirely possible that… Chaos was always capable of popping in here at any time she chose. And if she is… then there may not be much we can do to stop her from coming again."

Needless to say, no one in the room liked that hypothesis. Especially not Abaddon.

Luckily, before someone could fly off the handle, Bashenga acted as a rare voice of clarity.

"She can’t. We must be missing something." He shook his head.

"How can you be so sure, Bash? She just told us that these Egoless are beyond all dimensionality and that their awareness is absolute." Nubia stared at her brother like she had grown a second head.

Bashenga’s red eyes flickered with an unknown emotion. "I just… know her. She’s lazy, not very smart, and… her compulsions practically rule her. Even if she could watch us, she’d only do so once. She never does the same thing twice."

Now, everyone was unsure of just what they were supposed to feel.

Obviously, Bash’s theory was more comforting, but what if it wasn’t true?

Could they really afford to put that much faith in their enemy’s idiosyncrasies?

Just thinking about it all was starting to give Abaddon an unnaturally bad headache…