As Kamigan heard the words, he responded not with awe, nor wonder, but with a quiet bewilderment—his voice stripped of reverence, yet honest in its confusion.
"What... the hell is a primordial god?"
The man—if he could still be called that—smiled with pride, subtle but unshakable.
"Does it truly matter? What matters... is that I'm extremely magnificent."
He chuckled, more to himself than to Kamigan.
Kamigan stared, unimpressed, thinking to himself, (What an egoist.)
"So then, Mister Primordial," he said dryly, "what exactly brings you here?"
"I've come to form a pact with you."
"A pact, huh… That sounds important. But before anything—what the hell is a pact?"
"In this context," the god explained, his tone suddenly formal, "it is an ancient covenant. An accord between a god and a human. The god bestows special benefits upon a specific human —and in return, the human becomes the god's priest, an echo of divinity walking among mortals."
Kamigan blinked slowly.
"So… you want me to be your priest, and in exchange, I get power?"
"That's a crude but acceptable summary," the god said with a smirk.
Kamigan looked him over, then calmly turned away.
"Thanks, but I'm not interested."
He took a few steps before the god's voice halted him.
"Aren't you curious? About what became of it? Your kingdom… your people… your past."
Kamigan paused mid-step.
"Are you saying you know?"
The god's smile turned wistful.
"No. I do not. there are very few beings who do and they are—scattered across the universe."
A silence passed. Kamigan's shoulders slumped slightly, disappointment setting into his voice.
"I see. Then I'll just look for it myself."
"Before you do… they'll find you first."
Kamigan's brows furrowed.
"They? Who the hell is they?"
The god's voice dropped into a low scoff.
"You are just a human wandering blind through a storm of beings, entities you cannot comprehend. A speck of dust in a divine society . To them, you are a flickering flame—fragile, easily snuffed."
Pain twisted in Kamigan's chest, not from the words—but from the truth buried within them. Still, he stood tall.
"Then I'll just grow stronger."
"You'll be dead before that strength means anything."
Kamigan smirked.
"I can't die. Remember?"
"Then you'll be imprisoned . Sealed. Bound. Forgotten."
The god's voice was cold now.
"Either way, you'll never reach your goal."
Frustration boiled over, and Kamigan snapped.
"Then what do you want from me, huh? What can you do that I can't?"
with something heavier behind it.
"I can offer you a place where they cannot reach. A realm untouched by their sight. A crucible where you may forge your strength, free from the eyes of higher powers."
Kamigan stared at him for a long while, silence weighing between them.
"And where is this place?"
"A world created by me. Shaped by my will. It exists outside their reach, extremely similar to the one you live in."
Kamigan considered it. (He did call himself a god… owning a realm doesn't seem impossible. But being untouchable? That's harder to believe.)
The god seemed to read his doubt.
"Don't burden yourself with questions you cannot yet understand. Accept the pact, and I'll shield you from the things you aren't ready to face."
Kamigan sighed.
"You keep talking about them, about they… Fine. I'll take your offer. I'll become your priest. But tell me—what exactly can you help me with?"
The god's voice deepened with certainty.
"I assume you know nothing of Essence?"
Kamigan's blank stare was answer enough.
"Just as I thought. Give me your hand."
Kamigan reached out. As the god gripped his palm, a strange warmth rushed through him—and with it, a symbol burned into his skin. A tattoo emerged, as if etched by some ancient celestial hand.
It was a headless angel, wings sprouting from it's back — eight in total— four on each side — shackles on its legs, chains snaking around its body, binding it to an bl altar made of stone. Every line was perfect and detailed, painfully intricate as if it was made by an artist who was a master of his creft. It was more than just ink—it was meaning carved into flesh.
The moment it appeared, a surge of energy welled up from the god into Kamigan. In his other hand, a key materialized.
The god let go, nodding solemnly.
"The pact is sealed. You are now mine."
Kamigan stared at the key.
"And this…?"
"ive granted youThree blessings," the god said. "The first: I've healed your meridians. They were fractured from your reckless and subconscious use of Essence.
Second: I've granted you knowledge—secrets of Essence that mortals were never meant to wield. Use it wisely.
Third: that key is a tether. With it, you can return to this space. Without it, you'd be lost unable to enter your own subconscious, unable to reenter this space once again."
Kamigan absorbed this new information. Then asked quietly,
"When do I go to your realm? And why? Why do you care so much about me?"
The desert went still. Winds became quiet.
Then the god's voice came—not loud, but deep, and calm in a way that made Kamigan's skin crawl.
"Because your survival… your growth… brings my wish closer to fruition."
He continued:
"You'll also be assigned a guardian. Not for your protection, but to guide you through that world. It won't save you. That burden is yours alone.
To use the key, simply will it—and you'll return here."
Kamigan looked up once more.
"If I'm your priest… shouldn't I at least know your name?"
The god chuckled, but there was no humor in it.
"Even if I spoke it, your mortal mind would go mad and break under the weight of it. Grow stronger. Perhaps one day… it won't devour you."
With a snap of his fingers, a colossal portal opened in the sky above them—dark, swirling, wide enough to swallow mountains. It pulled Kamigan upward with an invisible force.
He did not resist. He only floated, weightless, resigned.
Then the god's voice came one last time, a whisper that silenced even the wind.
"One final piece of advice… from god to priest."
The winds became dead silent and the atmosphere became heavy
Kamigan wasn't sure if the world had frozen, or if it was the power of the God it was probably the latter.
And then came the words—clear, grave, echoing in his soul:
"If you've chosen a path where you fight monsters…
…then see to it that you don't become a monster."
With those final words, Kamigan vanished into the portal—into the unknown, toward trials yet to be faced.
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TO BE CONTINUED…