Chapter 2248 No Longer
Dyon opened his eyes slowly.
Saru and Lilith who had been watching on with worried expressions felt their souls tremble. There was an aged look in the current Dyon's eyes that felt incredibly familiar, yet so distant at the same time.
If one looked toward Dyon's Mind's Eye, one could see that the last of the chain had been shattered into pieces. And, though the graveyard around them now was seemingly fine, the destruction around them was devastating.
"I remember..." He said softly. "... Madeleine..."
His voice was a bit hoarse as the white and black flames continued to rage around him, each taking up one half to themselves.
Abraxus' first disciple, that was him. His first wife... She was the Holy Goddess, the only one born with Talent equal to his own. Not only were they born in the same year, they were born in the same month, on the same day, and at the very same hour.
They were two sides of the same coin. One of them was a holy maiden and the other was a harbinger of destruction, prepared to destroy everything in his path.
They were supposed to clash throughout eternity and become enemies for a lifetime. In this story, Dyon was the villain and Madeleine was the hero.
The Heavens had a perfect plan, but it could have never imagined that the lives it believed it could play with the strings of a puppet would spin so far out of its control.
Dyon didn't become the harbinger of death and destruction it expected. He grew up with loving parents who taught him well. For the sake of not disappointing his parents, he suppressed his true nature, bringing them great pride before they too died of old age.
His character was one that Madeleine fell in love with. She felt a part of her rejecting him, but she too went against her true nature and fought to be with him.
As for what happened after this? Dyon was able to act on the comprehension that had given him tranquility during the dying breaths of Saru and Lilith. He hadn't managed to grasp all the secrets of life and death, but he had grasped all the secrets of reincarnation after so many epochs of study.
However, this wasn't enough. Steeling his heart, Dyon watched his wife die before him for the ninth time. He stayed by her side with a smile on his face, enjoying the life together they never got to have on the mortal plane.
And like that, he witnessed the cycle of life and death intimately... nine total times...
From that day onward, the Nameless Immortal God wasn't seen on the immortal plane again.
Dyon looked down at the raging flames on his body.
"So that's where all this rage comes from."
Dyon closed his eyes and took a breath.
"You are you and I am me." He suddenly said, "We are no longer the same person."
Dyon felt his nascent soul. It had a bit of an evil character to it, almost like a handsome villain without qualms for right and wrong. And then, his body began to change once more.
Dyon glanced indifferently toward the smirking nascent soul. At this moment, a second corporeal body had appeared within his mind's eye, facing his nascent soul as though facing off against an enemy.
One would have never expected that the reason Dyon's soul was chained wasn't due to the fact his body wouldn't be able to handle its full strength, but rather due to the fact he didn't trust his own nature.