Chaos and Order - A Multiverse Fanfic

0175 The Deep Ones of the Multiverse and the Old Ones of the Primordial Tower!!!

How many Ones were there?!

Kai couldn't help but ask himself, as the horned creature waited for his answer, still walking elegantly, deeper and deeper into the long alley.

As the silence persisted, the Priest turned to look at Kai.

For the first time, Kai saw a puzzled look on his face. "You don't know? How could you not know?" the Existence asked. "Do you even know of the Deep Ones, then?"

Kai didn't have to reply. What clues the creature saw written on his face, he didn't know, but the creature smiled again, the puzzled expression vanishing like smoke.

"We read the reports about the commotion caused by certain Red for enslaving a fallen Priestess, and the talks of this Contestant having Blessings from another Temple," the Existence said, looking forward again. "Then, We thought the kid from the 15th floor must have mistaken a Blessing from a Deep One with Blessing from a Temple, the latter being easier to acquire than the former, of course.

"But you don't even know what We are talking about, do you?"

A chance!

In this abominable situation, Kai's mind reared with an uncharacteristic laugh, seeing a chance to know more about the topic. His instinct suggested nodding. Nod, and the creature would tell you secrets that would take years, or probably decades, to reach his ears, otherwise.

Kai followed those instincts, but he failed to stir his head. "I don't know what you are talking about," he said. "I have no Blessings."

"Hmm... We are not so sure... Perhaps?" the Existence mumbled to himself, looking at Kai. "Priestess Margarethe would have told you about it all if it wasn't a part of her sealed memories. Though, We are sure she must have tried to warn you at least once. It makes sense now. But that doesn't mean We are done with this point. You are still marked by the Deep Ones, despite not having the benefit of it, and not by one, but three.

"Let's see... Roll up the sleeves on your right arm."

Suddenly, Kai didn't know why, but he recalled the extremely puzzled expression on Meg's face when he was hoaxing Andrik on the ship.

His body followed, a dreadful feeling rising in his mind. He knew what lay under his long sleeve. Sure enough, as he rolled the sleeves up, dark, foul imprints of ten long fingers appeared visible even in this darkness.

The Dementor had grabbed him before being devoured by Kai.

The man lifted his wand hand and pressed the tip of the wand on one of those imprints.

It burned!

If Kai hadn't lost control of his muscles, he would have winced already. Yet, the sensation of touching something extremely hot metal got sent to his mind, where his thoughts faced the full brunt of his unresponsive nerves.

"Mark of Death," the man said, looking up at Kai, and smiling, "the Deep One from the Harry Potter Random World."

When Kai thought the man would look away, he pointed the wand in his eyes.

Now his eyes burned. An even more powerful, but equally actual heat bubbled inside his eyes. Kai couldn't even close his eyelids, and thus, he saw the thinnest thread of flame coming out of his both eyes. These flame threads were so thin that even hair would have looked thick when near them.