Lord of Myths: I Can Summon and Fuse Divine Powers.-Chapter 71: The Weaver of Stories and the Tyrant of the Abyss. (1)
The space was like an immense void.
An omnipresent darkness that occupied that entire place. An almost dreamlike landscape, that didn’t seem to respect the laws of physics.
There was no visible surface, no floor, walls or ceiling. However, that wasn’t due to darkness, since for some reason, a silver light allowed it to be seen.
It wasn’t a bright light, in fact, it almost seemed as if someone had painted the darkness with a color.
For anyone that space would have been unpleasant, but for Anansi it wasn’t a big deal.
Seeing spaces like that didn’t impress her, in fact she had explored and created much more bizarre landscapes.
Her own house was proof of that, Alioth had described it as a "non-Euclidean space."
While it was a simple caravan on the outside, inside it was a puzzle with multiple different landscapes and scenarios, coupled together.
Something like innocuous and omnipresent darkness wasn’t going to impress Anansi.
The witch then began to walk calmly, following that "silver light."
She wasn’t in a hurry, after all the amount of Azoth in the area could only mean one thing: the demon goddess of tyranny had been resurrected.
Therefore, it was already too late to prevent her resurrection, and consequently, she no longer had to hurry.
"Seems I was too slow," the woman admitted with some disappointment.
However, deep down she knew it was almost impossible for her to stop the demon goddess of tyranny’s resurrection.
That’s why she mentally prepared herself that she would have to face her.
The woman kept walking calmly, when soon some kind of ruins were seen in the distance, floating in the immeasurable void of innocuous darkness.
"Well well, seems we have a visitor," Caligo said with a smile, as she looked at Anansi confidently.
Anansi didn’t respond, she just analyzed her enemy.
While the amount of Azoth she gave off was considerable, Anansi could deduce her enemy wasn’t at one hundred percent either, there was still a chance to win, but she had to be careful.
The witch had taken her time to get there.
The reason was simple, she had been weaving throughout that space a fine network of "fabric," practically imperceptible.
Letting it spread like a spider web throughout that space as she headed toward her location.
"How unpleasant that we meet again, I really regret they truly resurrected you, you were better dead," Anansi answered, with terrifying coldness.
Caligo didn’t seem bothered by that comment, rather she seemed amused.
The reason why Anansi hated Caligo was obvious, after all the demon goddess of tyranny had deceived the closest thing to a father figure the witch had.
Besides causing an apocalypse and almost destroying the planet.
Though for an Ashura, hate is the greatest of compliments, for beings whose function is to bring chaos and destruction wherever they go, being hated was a symbol that purpose was being fulfilled.
Between them both was Epimetheus, who looked at the situation quite amused.
It seemed a funny situation to him. 𝕗𝐫𝐞𝕖𝕨𝐞𝗯𝚗𝕠𝘃𝐞𝚕.𝐜𝗼𝚖
The old priest looked attentively at Anansi. A part of him regretted the witch had to be sacrificed, but another part knew it was the only way to carry out his plan.
He didn’t think he could convince Anansi. Most surely if he revealed who he was, she wouldn’t believe him.
Besides, it was true he wasn’t exactly the same as Prometheus. He had changed, completely renounced feelings to completely embrace his purpose.
His mission.
He was like a living corpse, a corpse that couldn’t rest until purging any trace the gods had left.
That’s why he had to dispense with his emotions.
And that’s why it didn’t pain him to murder the closest thing to a daughter he had had.
"Well, I see you two have pending business, so I’ll be leaving," the man commented, as his body began to blur, as if he were vanishing.
The demon goddess of tyranny rolled her eyes with exasperation seeing Epimetheus leaving.
"Is he really going to leave me alone with this monster? How inconsiderate," the Ashura complained with an irritated look, though she didn’t seem to have fear either, as if she really had no doubts about being able to defeat the witch in front of her.
Epimetheus didn’t respond, he simply finished vanishing.
Anansi would have been about to stop him if it weren’t because she was dedicating all her attention to the Ashura.
After all, she was the most dangerous.
"So, what are you going to do? You don’t seem very happy to see me," the Ashura affirmed mockingly, giving the witch an amused look.
Anansi gave the demon goddess of tyranny an intense look, as if analyzing her carefully.
"What did you expect? A warm welcome? For me to congratulate you for having returned? I can only feel disgust when I see you, damn traitor," Anansi responded with her usual coldness mixed with a little hatred.
That reaction only pleased the Ashura more, who loved mocking her victims and enemies.
Though Anansi didn’t care about that fact.
"Ohhh, how mean you are ~ I thought we were good friends," the Ashura responded, with an amused and mocking attitude.
Anansi’s lips curved slightly, in a small grimace of annoyance.
Really enduring the Ashura was insufferable.
"You know perfectly well why we stopped being that, and it’s not my fault, let’s say," Anansi responded, clearly irritated.
The demon goddess of tyranny just shrugged, as if nothing was wrong.
"Why do you say that? Couldn’t you forgive me and that’s it?" the Ashura responded condescendingly, as if what she had done was a simple prank.
Anansi was starting to lose patience, something uncommon in her.
She used to be cold and indifferent most of the time, barely showing emotions, as if she lacked them.
But this time remembering the demon goddess of tyranny’s betrayal and seeing the attitude with which she currently treated the matter wasn’t something easy to ignore.
"How am I going to forgive you, if you don’t even show signs of repentance!" the witch responded, giving a strong stomp to the void of innocuous darkness beneath her feet.
Caligo’s eyes shone with an intense blue, with a glow similar to that of two twin stars.
Her hair waved with a nonexistent breeze as the tips of her hair seemed to burn in a blue fire.
The truth is she did regret betraying Prometheus.
The truth is she felt conflicted feelings when her plan was underway.
After all, just as the gods upon entering avatars are susceptible to sin, the truth is the outsiders also experience emotions like love or interest.
She tried to warn Prometheus, but it was very difficult to fight her nature, and in the end, everything ended badly.
For the first time a demon god had experienced what repentance was.
But it was already too late to renounce her Ashura nature, she had already lost her chance to do good.
So she strongly embraced her nature, to be able to forget that pain.
Though now, an old friend reproached her for not repenting, which made her remember she once did repent.
That breach in her mentality caused the Ashura to get quite annoyed.
She stood up, looking at Anansi seriously.
"Of course I don’t repent! Don’t you see it’s in my nature to cause chaos and destroy? If anything I should regret is not having managed to completely destroy this world," the demon goddess of tyranny exclaimed, giving honor to her title.
Anansi looked at the Ashura with indifference, as if that were too obvious a truth.
She didn’t even question or doubt those words.
"Then there’s no way we can be friends, traitor," the witch responded coldly, as she rolled up her robe’s sleeves.
Four other limbs then protruded, four humanoid arms that joined the existing pair.
A large number of threads had already been woven throughout the scenario, Anansi was prepared for combat.
"You’re right, we were never friends, I just used you and him for my own purposes, and now that I’ve revived, I’ll simply finish destroying this world," the demon goddess of tyranny exclaimed forcefully as she began to descend the stone stairs.
Anansi sharpened her senses. Her pupils changed shape and her entire body tensed, ready to counterattack or defend against any offensive.
"Twist," the Ashura then said, taking the last step on the stairs.
Before Anansi could react, the witch’s body twisted on itself, as if an invisible elliptical force had been exerted on her body.
In an instant, Anansi’s body was reduced to a mass of flesh and bones, which kept twisting until being a spherical spiral.
The sphere remained suspended in the air, as if invisible strings held it.
Anansi had become unrecognizable, anyone who saw her would assume she was dead.
"Pfft, how pathetic," the demon goddess of tyranny mocked as she approached the sphere. "Could you really not withstand even one attack? I expected more from his ’masterpiece.’ I suppose you lost all your power destroying the tower, a shame."
The Ashura said arrogantly, as she looked with contempt at the flesh spiral that had been created in front of her.
Anansi had died before even starting the combat.
