My Living Shadow System Devours To Make Me Stronger

Chapter 771: Chapter 772: Familiar Words

He was surprised Lazarak did not know of the twelve Pillars, but then again even he had only heard about them from the Outsiders. Damon scratched the back of his head lightly, his brows drawing inward. It seemed to be common knowledge outside their world, but here even a god like Lazarak did not know.

However Lazarak had theorized the existence of the Pillars but had not been sure. He only knew of the Pillar of Conflict.

Damon sighed with a thin smile, resting his elbows on his knees as he leaned forward slightly.

“You owe me one for this. I will tell you, but you have to do something for me.”

Lazarak looked at Damon, then down at his own small body. He curled his fingers against his chest, swallowing visibly. Slowly he placed a hand over his chest with a soft whimper.

“I… I am still in a child’s form… but if you insist on having my beautiful body, so be it… just be gentle. It is my first time.”

Damon stared at him with a deadpan expression. His eye twitched.

“You are male, you bastard.”

Lazarak smiled viciously, baring his small teeth like a smug fox.

“When did that ever stop people like you.”

Damon grabbed him by the back of his robe and lifted him up. Lazarak kicked his legs dramatically in the air.

“I only wanted you to say I was handsome.”

Lazarak pointed at him accusingly, squinting his eyes.

“Ah ha. I knew it. You start with compliments before getting physical.”

Damon winced, his face tightening in frustration. This bastard was good. Too good. Arguing with gutter logic was pointless. Lazarak was not going to take back calling Damon ugly earlier.

“At least admit I am not ugly.”

Lazarak sighed slowly, his small shoulders rising and falling in exaggerated despair.

“Just skip the foreplay and do what you will.”

A surge of anger rose in Damon’s chest. His fingers twitched with irritation.

“Ragebait on this level would not work on me.”

He tossed Lazarak through a wall with a flick of his hand as fragments of broken mirror buried the toddler god.

Lazarak stood up, brushing the glittering shards from his hair and shoulders with small irritated motions. He opened his mouth to speak, but Damon raised a hand sharply.

“Not another word.”

Lazarak pressed his lips together and shrugged.

Damon sighed, shifting his gaze toward Matia who was quietly scanning the cathedral for dangers. Her wings twitched whenever she sensed movement.

He sat on the stairs leading to the goddess statue, leaning back slightly as he looked up at the veiled Goddess of Doom.

“There are twelve pillars that form the fundamental framework of existence.

The first…”

Damon listed off all the pillars to Lazarak.

Pillar of Beginning, Genesis

Pillar of Reality Aeternis

Pillar of Time Chronis

Pillar of the Soul Anima

Pillar of Emotion Empyros

Pillar of Knowledge Noesis

Pillar of Chaos Pandemion

Pillar of Order Kosmos

Pillar of Conflict Bellum

Pillar of Ascension Apotheon

Pillar of Void Nihilos

Pillar of End Nemesis

After explaining what they each did and their roles within the omniverse, Lazarak nodded softly. He clasped his hands behind his back as if absorbing each piece of new information.

“I see. That makes sense. I see why you referred to them as the omniverse authority. They are in a sense Authorities since they built the framework of everything.”

Lazarak smiled warmly, placing a hand over his small chest.

“Thank you for telling me. I never knew how small I was until now. How wide the omniverse must be.”

Damon narrowed his eyes slightly, studying him.

“I thought you would give up after seeing how small we are.”

Lazarak chuckled and waved his hand dismissively.

“Oh no. I am only more motivated now. Why would I give up. It is interesting the Goddess hid one here. The others must be in the hands of the other true gods.”

Damon nodded. That was a good hypothesis, and one that should be an accepted fact.

“The Pillars must be something the true gods cannot create.”

Damon whispered softly, imagining the powerful true gods struggling or failing.

Lazarak shook his head, brushing stray mirror dust from his shoulder.

“I do not think so. The Pillars are not that powerful. I should know. Doom can easily destroy and recreate the omniverse. If she can do that, destroying the Pillars should not be difficult for her.”

Damon blinked slowly, confused. But Lazarak would know better about a true god’s power. Damon could not deny that Unknown Singularity had said similar things.

“Then why guard the Pillar so much if its power does not matter.”

Lazarak shook his head slowly.

“I do not know. I only know Doom is more powerful than the Pillars and that fact is enough for me to fear.”

His words gave Damon a moment of pause. Damon had gathered many pieces of information, but something from his travels with Unnoticed Singularity resurfaced.

Something called the No Absolutes Accord.

It was an agreement between true beings. The Pillars were separated among them. Whoever found all Pillars would be the one who set the rules.

Damon was not sure if he should tell Lazarak, but after a moment of hesitation he decided to.

Lazarak listened quietly. His breathing caught halfway through the explanation, and then he smiled as tears gathered in his eyes and trailed down his cheeks.

“I see. So that is why we are forced to suffer.”

He wiped his face with his sleeve.

“There is only one omniverse yet too many true beings with absolute power. It is like an unstoppable force meeting an immovable object. They all wish to rule, but there is only one kingdom.”

Damon sighed calmly, recalling what Unnoticed Singularity had said to him. The memory flickered through his mind.

“If there are no rules to govern even them, then there would be no omniverse. That is why…”

He paused, watching Lazarak to ensure he was listening.

“There was an agreement to divide the Pillars among them. Whoever managed to gain all Pillars would be free to act without the others interfering, even if it was detrimental to their wishes.”

“The Pillars were divided. Five for the true gods, five for the true demon kings, and the last two went to the true dragons.”

Damon scratched his head as he spoke, finding the entire situation frustrating.

This information was interesting, but it did not help them at all. The true beings were far too powerful. The Pillars were far away. And there was no one truly absolute true god above all others.

“They made one mistake, Lazarak. The rules they made were held by a mindless entity, or so they thought. But it was not. That god had simply not yet been born.”

Lazarak went quiet, so quiet Damon could hear his slow breathing. He closed his eyes, then opened them again.

“That explains a lot. I understand why my brother is so determined to follow the rules. It is not just his nature as a war god. It is also his duty as the one who guards the Pillar of Conflict.”

Damon glanced at Lazarak with a small curious look.

“Are you giving up.”

Lazarak closed his eyes, inhaled deeply, then opened them with a steady gaze.

“Gods scheme, bicker, and rage. Yet it is the mortals that suffer. No. This changes nothing.”

Damon smiled faintly and looked at the statue of the goddess made of mirrors.

“How do I kill a true god.”

Lazarak crossed his arms, tapping his foot lightly as if thinking.

“Death is a mortal concept. True gods do not die.”

Damon had heard that before, in Lysithara when Nemoriel had quoted the Unknown God.

Funny Lazarak would say the same thing.

He glanced at Damon with a thin, knowing look.

“Though I have some workarounds.”