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Тhe return of the Demon Lord 9, Part 197

With the final fragment of the shard, he forged the Shadow Soul—a formidable force straddling the line between good and evil, light and darkness. This very Shadow Soul was the one that twisted Solaris and Nyx into corruption. Buried deep within the Shadow Soul lay Ether, the Cosmic Dreamer, shrouded in mystery and power. The legend proclaimed that he would only awaken in times of dire peril. It further spoke of how, before the Cosmic Dreamer succumbed to his Eternal Slumber, he wept bitterly, anguished by his departure from the world. His tear transformed into...а small shard, called Seeds of the Ether."

The demon stopped for a moment and thought.

"Ether, the Progenitor of All That Is," the demon lord whispered, his voice trembling with a mixture of reverence and terror. "A being of limitless power and unfathomable purpose, existing in a state of perfect unity with the cosmic all. Within its vast, dreaming mind, the myriad possibilities of existence played out in an endless dance of creation and destruction."

The witches watched, transfixed, as the scene unfolded before them. They saw the Cosmic Dreamer's consciousness fragment and splinter, each shard giving rise to a new facet of reality. From the shimmering fragments of its psyche emerged the fundamental forces that would shape the multiverse - the celestial realms of light and order, the infernal depths of darkness and chaos, and all the myriad planes that lay between.

"But there was one shard, one fragment of the Dreamer's essence, that was unlike the others," the demon lord continued, his eyes distant and unfocused. "A sliver of pure, unadulterated potential, imbued with a spark of the Progenitor's own divine will. This shard, this... Seed of Ether, drifted through the newly-born multiverse, suffused with a purpose that even the gods themselves could not fathom."

The scene shifted once more, and the witches saw the Seed of Ether as it traversed the countless realms of existence. It pulsed with an inner light, a radiance that seemed to draw the very fabric of reality towards it like moths to a flame. Wherever it passed, the multiverse trembled and changed, its laws and constants subtly rewriting themselves in the wake of the Seed's passage.

"And then, in a moment of cosmic serendipity, theSeed found its way to the celestial realms," the demon lord whispered...

The demon lord's voice dropped to a haunting whisper, his eyes distant as he delved into the deepest recesses of his fractured memories. "But there is more to my tale," he murmured, "a truth so shattering that even I, in all my countless eons of existence, have scarcely dared to contemplate it."

The witches leaned forward, their eyes wide with a mixture of fear and morbid fascination. The swamp around them seemed to hold its breath, the very air heavy with the weight of the demon's revelation.

"In the fathomless depths of the abyss, as I wandered the twisted paths of my exile, I came upon a realm unlike any I had ever encountered. A place where time itself had no meaning, where the very fabric of reality unraveled like a fraying tapestry."

The scene shifted, and the witches found themselves gazing upon a landscape of utter alien beauty and terror. Impossible colors swirled across the sky, hues that had no name in any mortal tongue. Vast, cyclopean ruins stretched to the horizon, their crumbling edifices etched with glyphs that seemed to writhe and slither before the eye.

"There, in the heart of that timeless expanse, I discovered a truth that shook the very foundations of my being. A truth that whispered of an existence beyond the celestial and infernal realms, beyond the very concept of good and evil."

The demon lord's voice took on a note of awe, tinged with an undercurrent of existential dread. "In that place, I encountered beings of unfathomable power and incomprehensible motives. Entities that had watched the rise and fall of countless universes, their minds as vast and alien as the void between the stars."

Shadows danced at the edges of the witches' vision, hinting at the presence of immense, unseen forms lurking just beyond the veil of perception. A palpable sense of otherness pervaded the scene, a feeling of being watched by eyes that had witnessed the birth and death of galaxies.

"And from those ancient, inscrutable beings, I learned a secret that shattered my very concept of self. A revelation that cast my entire existence, from my celestial origins to my infernal exile, in a new and terrifying light."

The demon lord paused, his gaze turning inward as he grappled with the enormity of his discovery. When he spoke again, his voice was barely above a whisper, laden with a mix of wonder and despair.

"I learned that I, Unicorn, the Fallen Star... was not what I had always believed myself to be. That my very essence, the core of my being, was not born of the celestial realms at all, but of something far more ancient and primordial."