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Тhe return of the Demon Lord 8, Part 196

The demon lord's eyes burned with an otherworldly intensity as he fixed his gaze upon the trembling witches. His voice dropped to a low, mesmerizing cadence, each word heavy with the weight of aeons.

"But there is more to my tale," he intoned, the air shimmering around him with the force of his dark charisma. "A truth that even I, in all my infinite wisdom, have only recently come to comprehend. A secret that strikes at the very heart of my identity, my purpose, my fall from grace."

He began to pace once more, his hooves leaving smoldering prints in the sodden earth. As he spoke, the landscape shifted and warped, the swamp fading away to be replaced by vistas of breathtaking beauty and soul-wrenching sorrow.

"In the days before my exile, when I still walked the hallowed halls of the celestial realm, I was tasked with a sacred duty - the guardianship of the Eternal Spring, the wellspring of all life and creation. It was a charge that I upheld with unwavering devotion, pouring my very essence into the maintenance of that shimmering fount."

The witches gasped as an image coalesced before them - a resplendent glade suffused with a soft, pulsing radiance. At its center stood a pool of liquid light, its surface shimmering with all the colors of the cosmos. And there, kneeling at its edge, was Unicorn - his alabaster coat glowing with an inner fire, his ivory horn dipped into the scintillating waters.

"But there were those among the celestial host who coveted the power of the Spring, who sought to harness its limitless potential for their own ends. They whispered poisonous words in the ears of the High Council, sowing seeds of doubt and suspicion about my stewardship."

Shadowy figures flickered at the edges of the vision, their faces hidden beneath cowls of shimmering silk. Whispers and rumors drifted on the air like acrid smoke, tainting the once-pristine atmosphere of the glade.

"I paid no heed to their machinations, so focused was I on my sacred task. But in my single-minded devotion, I failed to see the true extent of their treachery. For even as they plotted against me, they were secretly siphoning off the energies of the Spring, weakening its power and destabilizing the delicate balance of the cosmos."

The waters of the Spring began to churn and froth, the once-brilliant light dimming to a sickly, pulsating glow. The ground beneath Unicorn's hooves trembled and cracked, the first stirrings of cosmic upheaval.

"By the time I discovered their betrayal,it was already too late. The Spring had been drained to a mere trickle, itslife-giving essence corrupted by the touch of their avarice.

I stood face to face with the formidable Triad, the three most powerful Gods who governed the very essence of the cosmos—Solaris, the relentless watcher of the Eternal Sun; Nyx, the ominous Shepherd of Souls; and their sister, Astraea, the unyielding keeper of Cosmic Balance. They accused me with fiery disdain of tainting the sacred waters of the Eternal Stream. 

Lord Solaris seethed with the desire to cast me out of the astral world with the force of a thousand burning suns, yet Astraea, with a voice as sharp as the edge of a comet, argued for my redemption, a lone beacon of mercy. These divine siblings were the staunch guardians of the shards of The Nexus of all Realms. Though I remained in the astral world, the fire of hatred scorched my soul to its core; the love that once defined my existence had been consumed by a churning storm of bitterness and vengeance.

The demon lord's voice dropped to a haunting whisper as he leaned in closer to the trembling witches, his eyes glowing with an otherworldly intensity.

"But there is one secret I have never revealed, not in all the eons of my existence. A truth so shattering, it would upend the very foundations of the multiverse itself."

He paused, letting the weight of his words hang in the air like a palpable force. The swamp itself seemed to hold its breath, the gnarled trees and fetid pools falling eerily silent as though straining to catch every syllable.

In a hidden glade where the fabric of reality grew thin, I encountered a being of terrible power - a demon lord, cast out from the infernal depths for his insatiable ambition. He told me about a Codex Eternia..."

What is that? asked Gnash.

"In the deepest, darkest recesses of the celestial archives, buried beneath layers of divine magic and guarded by the most fearsome of angelic sentinels, there lies a tome. An ancient, forbidden text known only as the Codex Eternia. Within its pages, inscribed in the very language of creation itself, is the true history of the multiverse - and the secret of my own origins."

The demon's voice took on a distant, almost reverent tone as he continued, his gaze unfocused as though peering into the mists of memory.

"According to the Codex, in the primordial dawn of existence, before the first stars kindled in the endless dark, there was a being. A creature of pure, unbridled potential, existing in a state of perfect unity with the cosmic all. This being, the Cosmic Dreamer or The Ether, encompassed within itself the totality of what was, what is, and what could be."

"But as the eons passed, the Cosmic dreamer began to dream. And in those dreams, it saw the endless possibilities of creation, the myriad paths that existence could take. Overwhelmed by the sheer scope of its own potential, the Progenitor made a fateful choice - to fracture itself, to divide its essence into the fundamental forces that would shape the multiverse."

"And so, with an act of supreme will, the Ether shattered, its being splintering into countless shards of pure, primal energy. From these fragments arose the Celestial Gods, the Infernal Lords, and all the myriad beings that populate the realms of existence."

The witches listened with rapt attention, their eyes wide with wonder and disbelief. The sheer scale of the revelation was staggering, upending everything they thought they knew about the nature of reality.

The demon fixed them with a piercing stare, his voice dropping to a haunting whisper. "But the Codex reveals an even deeper truth. A secret that the gods themselves have striven to bury, to erase from the annals of history."...