Lord Of The Mysteries: A Slug of Time

Flegrea gulped as "He" leaned back, "His" gigantic body making contact with the cold walls of the room. "He", who would have normally attacked Sefirah Castle's proxy, thought against it, under the extreme warning from spirituality.

Immediately, Flegrea felt the illusory mask on "His" face surfacing, as it tried to split apart from the King of Demonic Wolves, seemingly wanting to converge with the man before "Him". "He" felt the same sensation curling "His" barely pumping, illusory crystal heart, causing the Demonic wolf to whimper. 

"He" witnessed the man, straightening his posture, as he rested the top hat back on his head and reclined in his chair, slowly picking up his porcelain tea cup, as he took a sip from it and spoke, "How Interesting?"

His tone was quite persuasive, while not affecting the King of Demonic Wolf, who was on the somewhat close to disassociation, "His" last remaining bit of rationality took hold of "His" body prompting "Him" to remain still, deeply gazing at the man.

Flegrea was going through a whirling of chaos within "His" head, the common will within the characteristic having surprisingly settled upon seeing the man, with the Fool Uniqueness wanting to naturally converge to him. This moment, Flegrea felt some semblance of control return, allowing "Him" to barely hold himself together. 

"Sefirah… Castle…" "He" uttered slowly, locking eyes with the man. Silence enveloped the room, as the man took another sip from his tea cup, before resting it on the table. He curled his hands together, deeply gazing at Flegrea as he spoke,

"Yes, Sefirah Castle, the so-called "Ancient Relic", the embodiment of the Dominator of the Spirit World." Hearing him, Flegrea felt "His" gaze becoming heavy. It was at that moment, "He" felt Kvastir's Curse resurge, bringing "His" inevitable "End" closer. 

With the "End" nigh, Flegrea's soul body began to dissipate while the illusory mask that had remained fixed on "His" face for so long, dislodged from "His" body even further. The chaos in his mind remained active, only serving to bring "His" Eternal repose. 

And thus, the Annihilation Demonic Wolf found himself incapable of speech and able to form some sparse thoughts. "He" could only continue staring at the man in front of "Him", whose gaze never left "His" figure. Suddenly, he opened his mouth, departing some words from his red lips.

"To think I am having an audience with the first 'Fool' after "Him", an event that makes no sense, yet, here we are." Suddenly, the Fog of History surrounding the room that had been conjured in an unknown era, stirred, recording a new event, freezing it forever in time, making it a part of History of this vast world.

The Evernight Demonic Wolf found himself confused. Since "He" was incapable of doing anything, "He" had directed all "His" attention towards the Sefirah Castle's proxy, taking great attention to every word he spoke. Hence, this dual pathway true God now found himself confused, a bit bewildered, incapable of making deductions in "His" current state.

"When I first opened my eyes to this "World", came face to face with my situation, I had not planned for this conversation to take place, or orchestrate it This meeting is essentially an "Error", a moment contradicting the vast history that lies ahead of this world, forever changing it, "Fooling" it."

The man paused, chuckling as he looked at the feature less illusory mask, extending his hand wanting to touch it, before retracing it away forcefully. His eyes flickered, while his body leaned back, further into his chair. "Well, I had not expected anything to go like this. Highlighting my own naivete in a sense.

"I am someone that is aware of the vast history of this world, attending to "Mysteries" from the moment I was born, acting, and digesting. I lead a treacherous life, eventually bearing witness to a time I was never meant to be in. Or perhaps I was…"

Flegrea felt "His" legs grow weaker, as more of "His" soul body dissipated. Yet, it did not matter at the moment, as the Demonic Wolf found himself strangely captivated by the proxy's speech. This wasn't curiosity; Flegrea had well past the point of emotions. Instead, it was a strange sense of resonance.

Suddenly, a memory flashed. A memory of "Him" walking, "His" head dropped down, the starry sky and the crimson moon casting its illumination, providing a shadow to "His" lonesome figure. It was a strange moment—even irrationality has a moment of clarity, in which this otherwise hollow husk, only seeking to kill, and converge, had asked himself an unvoiced question.

"Why did "He" come to be?"

In this moment, perhaps after living for a time, far too hazy in Flegrea's memories, at the very "End" of "His" life, has he come to realise the Foolishness of this question.

What reason could there be to be born?! Madness was the essence of this world. The lives of mortals that lived in it were trivial to the tributaries of fate. 

Flegrea felt "His" soul body on the verge of total collapse, the illusory mask at his face was almost ripped from "His" face, as "He" found himself no longer able to sustain "His" condition.

Mustering "His" last bit of rationality, Flegrea opened "His" mouth and forced three words out. "Why…woul…you..?" "He" witnessed the man's smile turn into a tired one, as even with the half voice question, he knew of what the "Fool" had wanted to ask of him.

"To you, being the Fool is a choice. To me, that is Destiny."

The room began to shake, before disappearing within history as the greyish white fog now surrounded both of them. The man's face contorted, as he took a step back, the Fog of History behind him parted, as various pillars of varying heights rose from the fog, helding an ancient dome at the top of their head.

The Fog of History churned, as it violently cleared away, giving the Evernight Demonic Wolf, a sight he had never even dreamed to foresaw. Behind the Proxy, now laid, an ancient majestic palace, with a vast dome propped up by innumerable pillars. Under the dome was a high back chair, with the sacred emblem of the Fools Pathway that was engraved on it, shining brightly.

Behind the high back chair, was a Bluish-Black Door of Light, formed by countless layers of spherical light, with each spherical light holding within them, a transparent or translucent maggot. 

The True Body of Sefirah Castle!

Instantly, the man's figure exploded into thin translucent maggots, before contracting into a singular point forming overlapping spirals, eventually an enormous Vortex of maggots with thin illusory tentacles forming from within it. At the centre of the vortex projected the same Bluish-Black Door of light.

At that moment, Flegrea felt enormous pain engulf "His" mind, as "He" felt himself being ripped apart to an extreme point. By using his connection to the Sefirah Castle, and bringing his real body onto the real world, the man, Klein Moretti, had managed to give birth to a convergence of such extreme scales that allowed him to rip the Uniqueness of the Fool, out of Flegrea's Body!

Flegrea grunted, before screaming in pain as "His" enormous body began to completely disassociate, "His" crystalised heart began to throb threatening to pierce out of "His" chest, while the illusory mask on "His" face almost freed from "Him"!

Having already became incapable of maintaining his condition, and with the primordial will within the characteristics and Uniqueness wanting to separate entirely, the Evernight Demonic Wolf, could only let out an ear piercing, blood curdling howl, as the Illusory mask, the Fools Uniqueness completely separated itself out of Flegreas Body!

With the dissociation of the Fools Uniqueness and the separation of authority itself, the Attendant of Mysteries characteristics escaped out of Flegreas body, flying towards the vortex of maggots.

At that moment, outside of the Historical Void, within the Astral World, Grisha holding a book of brass and copper cover in "His" hands, sighed as "He" opened a blank page and conjured a quill of white feather writing on the goat parchment.

"Due to a number of interferences, the last free Attendant of Mysteries beyonder characteristic was incapable of reaching Klein Moretti, and hence was lost in the Fog of History."

Within the Historical Void, the last Attendant of Mysteries characteristics as well as Flegrea's dissociating body suddenly disappeared entirely! While the Fool Uniqueness was taken hold of by one the many tentacles that emerged out of Klein's Mythical Creature Form.

Instantly, his figure too vanished from the Historical Void, the projection of Sefirah Castle behind him melting into nothingness.

…

"Though one tricky thing to take note of here would be the Revival Ability of a Miracle Invoker. Essentially, when executing this plan, we would have to make interference to stop Flegrea from reviving within the Historical Void, Otherwi-"

"Leave it to me." 

"Hmm, can you halt the revival ability through Sefirah Castle?"

"No… or at least not what I had in mind…"

"Then what did you had in mind?"

"… I'll directly take the Fools' Uniqueness from him."

"…"

…

Far above the clouds, shrouded in the starry night sky, at the peaks of to be unnamed mountain range, the hornacis mountain range, emerged a vortex of translucent maggots with innumerable illusory thin tentacles flunging about in the air, one of them holding on to a an illusory featureless mask.

The vortex of maggots suddenly began to settle as it took the form of a man with black hair, black eyes, an ordinary face dawning a formal attire. The Tentacles did not disappear, only somehow increasing in numbers, as some of them creaked out of Klein's body while some emerged from thin air.

Each of these tentacles violently swung about in the air, as Klein began to float, rising beyond the skies, in one of his hands he held the illusory mask, the Fools Uniqnuess, while his gaze settled on the World Barrier.

A slow sigh parted from his lips, as he turned his gaze towards the illusory mask in his hands, chuckling about, noting the increasingly violent swings his tentacles made. 

"I suppose there's no point in halting."

Klein narrowed his gaze with determination. Lifting his hand, slowly he brought the Fools Uniqueness up to his face, taking a last moment of hesitancy, sensing the seal that protected him from the will of The Celestial Worthy of Heaven and Earth. 

Klein's face began to distort, as the maggots that formed his skull surfaced, while he pushed the Fools Uniqueness onto his face, wearing the illusory mask.

At that moment, visible from every corner of this world, and even beyond it from the cosmos itself, a bright light shined.