Prince of The Abyss

”Spit it out, what even is this... rock? What importance does it have, and how, and why, it is a Sovereign!”

Voidpircer gritted his teeth, continuing to stare at the stone, which only proved to him even more that he knew something that he didn’t.

”Can’t say.”

Of course, what was he expecting? This damn guy was the most secretive person he had ever met. And for what reason did his creator not allow him? Who was his creator? He was a replica of the original Voidpiercer, so his creator had to know the Daemon of the Abyss, and if he didn’t, then he somehow knew the blade, and quite well to create a whole replica from it.

Of course, not on the same level of power, but who knew that that damn blade was made out of.

After all, it was made by a whole Daemon Lord; they didn’t even have information written on them because the Breakers wanted to hide their past.

”Well, does the mean have to do anything with ability?”

It was something that only now came to his mind. Tear of Darkness, the name of the relic, did it have any meaning related to the whole cry thing? It couldn’t be a coincidence, so what was it trying to say that the darkness cried to make it? How does darkness even cry? It’s not a physical thing.

”Can’t say.”

There it was again. He really was just denied every little hope he had of learning something about the Abyss’s past. Like what the hell. For how long was this damn blade going to keep him in the dark?

He was one day going to know everything one day. Yeah, maybe in another lifetime. How was he supposed to learn anything if no one told him anything? He couldn’t just figure out the history of a God that was who knew how many times older than him.

A God older than the whole world at that.

It is infuriating.

”Can you even tell me anything then? Anything at all?”

Voidpiercer sighed, annoyed by his request. It seemed as if it really wanted to say something to answer, but he wasn’t sure, almost as if making a mistake would be a catastrophe, almost as if saying too much would kill him.

”Alright, fine. I won’t tell you something to help you get a clue, but I will tell you what isn’t related to it, that way you won’t go down that path.”

While it would have been better if he just given him a hint, he understood that he couldn’t, and really, this was a lot better than nothing.

”The Abyss...”

I mean, yeah? What about it, he knew that the rock was somehow related to the Abyss; it was in his memory after all. He wasnt that stupid. So in the end, this so-called clue was useless-

”The Abyss isn’t related to the Tear. Now leave.”

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’Huh?’

But before he could ask anything else, he found himself back in the desert. Leaving him standing frozen in absolute shock.

Was Voidpiercer just trying to drive him away from the relic, since there was no way the Abyss was not related to it? It had to; it wouldn’t make sense for it not to be.

The fractures were his memories, places he had been inside, but he had never been in a place like this. But since he’s the Vessel of the Abyss, it made sense that the Abyss’s memories would also be here.

If they weren’t, these little worlds wouldn’t have been in the white room.

So, how does a relic inside a memory of the Abyss not be connected to it?

And if it wasn’t, then to whom was it connected?

I mean, even if you argued that the Fractures that weren’t his were just places from the outside world, the real world, layer 0, it wouldn’t make sense why a Sovereign relic would be hidden inside of it. It was a Titan trial, but still! These things weren’t common, and he doubted the Codex would just create one since the trials are books created by the Codex.

Voidpiercer knew about this relic, so somehow it had to be connected to either the world, and since it couldn’t say anything about it, it had to be connected to the past. So was it connected to Frozen Crown? Was that how he knew about it? But Frozen Crown takes place in the real world, so the relic is connected to the real world. So how on earth would the Codex create it for a trial?

So was Voidpiercer just bluntly lying to him? It would make sense, after all, he didn’t seem very pleased to see the rock, he seemed nervous, and it was so important that he thought for a while before even saying what he said to him. Almost as if seeing if even lying about it would be too much.

But at the same time... Voidpiecer knew him well, so would he really consider that he wouldn’t think of it. That he would just believe his lie.

Yet he didn’t really have time to think, so maybe he had just blurred out a lie to try to save himself.

Really, he had more questions now that he had gone to talk to the blade than before. Before, he didn’t know that this damn rock had so much importance. But now that he did, how was he supposed to forget about it and just continue?

Really, he hated it, since he knew he did have to forget about it. He didn’t have time to just waste on trying to figure out a rock around. And as much as it hurt his heart to just leave it unsolved, he had to let go and continue.

Plus, maybe it was better, maybe he could find something in this place.

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So he decided not to think of it anymore.

Yet watching the rock disappear in the air, as it went back into his soul. It hurt him.

But at least now he didn’t have that feeling of rage and familiarity wash over him.

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He took a step forward, ready to continue wandering again, but the moment he did, he felt the cold sand wash over his feet again.

He had forgotten that he was almost completely naked.

’There’s something completely wrong with this place. I want it to end already!’

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Aether stared, his feet standing at the age of the world.

...”I didn’t mean literally.”

Aether stood at the edge. The desert ended abruptly beneath his feet, its golden sands fading into a void so complete it swallowed every trace of the world. There was no slope, no shadow, no sign of depth, just a flat plane that vanished into darkness. The boundary was sharp, almost impossibly so, and the blackness beyond stretched endlessly, without form, without texture, without horizon.

He shifted slightly, testing the sand with his toes. It felt real, solid enough to support him, but fragile in a way he couldn’t explain. One misstep, and it would crumble into the void below, or at least, it felt like it could. He flexed his fingers, letting them dig into the grains. They were dry and warm, ordinary, but the contrast against the empty nothing ahead made them feel strange, almost unreal.

The sun beat down behind him, harsh and unrelenting, casting long shadows across the desert, but the light stopped abruptly at the edge. Beyond that, there was no reflection, no shimmer, no glow. The darkness didn’t respond to the sun at all. It wasn’t night, it wasn’t shadow, it simply was. A silent, infinite absence.

Aether leaned forward just slightly, squinting against the light, trying to discern something in the black. Anything. The darkness didn’t ripple, didn’t move, didn’t breathe. It remained perfectly still, as if it had no top, no bottom, no sides. The edges of his vision seemed to warp when he tried to focus, and the more he looked, the less he could make sense of it. The void didn’t recede; it didn’t curve; it didn’t hint at depth. It just existed.

He lifted a hand, holding it over the edge. There was no sense of falling, no way to gauge distance. There was no sensation of pressure, no cold, no wind. Just emptiness. Even the air felt different near the edge, as if the world itself stopped moving there.

The desert stretched behind him, endless dunes rippling in the sunlight, perfectly ordinary and yet impossible when compared to the void before him. The line between sand and darkness was abrupt, sharp, like the world had been cut in two. The horizon behind him curved gently, and the sky was pale blue, but it didn’t extend beyond the edge. The world seemed to end there, as if all of it existed only up to the sands at his feet.

Aether shifted his stance, sand crunching under him. He leaned down, brushing a hand across the surface, watching how the grains tumbled against the edge, and fell into the void, with no sound of it falling into the bottom.

Aether’s chest rose and fell. He stayed where he was, standing at the edge, watching. The sun warmed his back, the desert stretched behind him, the sand shifted gently at his feet, and beyond that, the blackness remained, infinite and silent.