"People say that eyes are doorways to the soul," Ahrimon said, after a long silence.
His voice filled the space without effort, carrying the weight of sothing that had been speaking from a position of absolute authority for long enough that the authority had beco indistinguishable from the sound itself. The arena heard it and beca more still.
"Yours have changed." He studied Alex across the distance between them with focused attention. "I can hardly recognize you."
He let that sit for a mont before continuing.
"The last ti we t, you were a child. Confused and afraid." His tone did not carry cruelty in the observation, only the flat acknowledgnt of sothing recalled with accuracy. "And look at you now. So brave. So fearless."
His alabaster skin shifted as the smile spread wider across his face, the expression moving through sothing that was almost warmth before it arrived at sothing else entirely. "And most of all...Mad"
He paused, and the pause was deliberate, shaped around the last word.
The word landed with the lightness of sothing placed rather than thrown, and the chuckle that followed it was genuine, the sound of sothing that had found the observation genuinely pleasing rather than simply convenient.
"Yes. Madness. Such madness is held within that mind of yours that it almost frightens even . It makes question how any being can stand so close to the inevitable Abyss and remain so sane.... No uncorrupted."
"How sothing can contain that much and still be called sane by any reasonable asure." He shook his head slightly, the gesture carrying sothing that in a different face might have been admiration."Then again, I should not be surprised."
"After all, we are different, you and I... Different from others. Superior, stronger, and we possess the will required to pursue absolute greatness." His eyes did not leave Alex’s. "And greatness requires decisions that others would not make. Decisions that cost things others are not willing to pay."
He leaned forward slightly in his throne of abyssal black, the movent small but carrying the specific quality of genuine engagent, the posture of sothing that had found itself interested against its usual expectations.
"And it seems you have made one such decision today." The smile widened.
It reached a point that surprised even the queen seated beside him, whose cold composure had held throughout everything that had preceded this mont, her wide eyes carrying the specific shock of soone watching a being they knew well produce an expression they had never seen on that face before.
"You also believe I would not test it," Ahrimon continued, the words vague to everyone, but carrying the ease of knowing that an explanation was not needed.
He shook his head slowly, side to side, the smile never leaving. "No. Not believe." He corrected himself with the precision of soone for whom the difference between the two words mattered. "You are certain I would not test it."
The distinction landed in the arena’s silence with the weight of what it implied.
"You are simply uncertain whether I have plans to work around it," he added, the thought completing itself with the sa easy rhythm, as though he were reading the shape of Alex’s calculation and finding it accurate enough to confirm aloud.
He paused.
"Or," he said, and sothing shifted in his expression, sothing that moved beneath the surface of the smile without replacing it, a deeper current becoming briefly visible. "This is exactly what I wanted you to do."
He burst into laughter.
It ca out full and unrestrained, the laughter of sothing that had found genuine, unexpected delight in a mont it had not scripted, or did and was now just enjoying the fruit of his labour.
Ahrimon appeared too entertained to maintain the architecture of composure that a king in front of his people was supposed to maintain, too pleased by whatever private understanding between him and Alex had produced the sound to care about the image it left in the minds of every noble, general, and clan representative watching from the ascending rows.
The laughter filled the arena like the roar of a predator, unchallenged and unquestioned.
The queen beside him had no response to it. Her wide eyes moved from her king to the figure standing in the center of the arena floor and back again, finding nothing in either place that her understanding of the world had equipped her to process cleanly.
The assembled nobles and generals and clan representatives held their silence and watched their king laugh, and not one of them had anything useful to add.
’Well, I expected exactly that response,’ Alex thought, not a trace of surprise moving through him as Ahrimon’s laughter rolled across the arena. ’And I am certain he expected to expect it.’
He did not let the performance touch him. The ntal warfare was sothing Ahrimon was deeply fond of, a weapon he wielded with ease and enjoyed doing.
Alex had learned to recognize the shape of it after living a decade alongside monsters who could match the terror before him.
He knew the layered quality of every exchange, each word carrying at least two anings, and each reaction serving at least two purposes simultaneously. He had spent enough ti understanding that trying to beat them at their own ga was a waste of ti.
Alex had learned a great deal about Ahrimon. As much as it was possible to learn about what he truly was and what he truly wanted, which was a category of knowledge that arrived with its own specific weight and did not leave cleanly once it had settled in the mind.
For a long ti, Alex had operated on the assumption that Ahrimon’s actions, however monstrous in their execution, existed within the boundaries of a comprehensible logic.
The Devourer Beast cultivation farms, for instance. Monstrous, yes. Inexcusable by any frawork that placed value on life.
But the reasoning behind them was, if one was willing to follow it without flinching, coherent. Ahrimon needed to survive. The farms were how he survived.
Any person genuinely unwilling to die and possessed of both the ans and the desperation would eventually arrive at the sa calculation, even if most would not follow it through.
Even when Ahrimon had moved against his own brother, Ahura, the previous Domain Ruler, the reasoning had held its shape. If he had not acted, his own death would have been the consequence.
Twisted beyond the point where most beings could follow the justification without losing their footing, but feasible, in the specific way that terrible decisions made under the pressure of survival were feasible when examined against the alternative.
One had to understand what Ahrimon was at his foundation.
He carried the legacy of a Devourer, a race whose entire purpose was the consumption of life and the endless expansion that followed from it.
Against that inheritance, it was at least arguable that Ahrimon had changed to the extent that his own survival had beco the dominant drive, that the instinct to consu had been redirected inward, toward the continuation of himself rather than the destruction of everything around him.
A Monster through and through, even if the circumstances were against him.
A broken monster pushing for survival at any cost, and with each passing year, the cost grows larger and the thods required to et it grow less sustainable.
This sa question had occupied Alex for a considerable period of ti, turning over in his mind the way a problem turned over when it refused to resolve into a clean answer. He had eventually concluded that only two paths were genuinely available to Ahrimon.
The first was a continuation of the current approach. Keep surviving by cultivating progressively stronger and stronger Devourer Beasts, staying hidden from the laws of the world that would unmake him if they found him, buying ti in incrents.
However, the problem with this path was mathematical and inevitable. There would co a point where he could no longer produce his sustenance quickly enough to keep pace with what he required, and at that point, he would simply cease.
Not a good choice unless all he had ever wanted was to delay the ending rather than avoid it.
The second option was the one that had kept Alex awake in the quiet hours.
The second or the only real choice was to plunge the entire world into the Devourer curse. Infect continent after continent, cultivate beasts of sufficient power and sufficient number that the collective force of what they produced could give him the ans to break free of the world entirely and escape into the cosmos, beyond the reach of the laws that had been hunting him since before Alex had been born.
The second option was the only reasonable one, and the evidence that Ahrimon had chosen it was not theoretical anymore.
It was visible in everything currently unfolding across the world, the spreading curse, the demon armies, the world war that had been building for a year and showed no signs of approaching any kind of conclusion. The roots of it were already deep, and they were growing.
But even accepting this as the truth, questions remained that the truth did not answer on its own. Questions that had bothered Alex with the specific persistence of things that felt important without imdiately revealing why.
The first question was why Ahrimon had waited. Decades of restraint before unleashing a curse that itself required years to bear fruit at the scale he needed.
Why wait? Why, if this had always been the destination, had he taken so long to begin the journey?
The second question was why he had not removed Alex when the opportunity existed.
Alex was a threat to his plans by any reasonable calculation. The rational response to a known threat of that nature was elimination, and Ahrimon was not a being who shied away from elimination when it served his purposes.
That Monster had killed his own brother. The hesitation to remove Alex could not be explained by the simple desire not to waste his potential.
At first, Alex had assud the answer was utility. Ahrimon wanted a strong and valuable asset, no matter whether aligned or against himself.
Not an asset to use but a resource to cultivate and eventually consu, the way a farr cultivated sothing before the harvest.
But this brought him back to the first question, was he so valuable to wait for so many years, decades even? Why wait so long to initiate a curse that required years to reach the scale he needed? The preparation argunt had so weight, certainly.
To unleash the Devourer curse across an entire world simultaneously required ti, resources, and a level of preparation that did not co together quickly. But that argunt alone did not account for all of it.
And then there was the detail that refused to be dismissed as a coincidence, no matter how many tis Alex tried to set it aside.
The Malefic Domain had acquired a new Domain Ruler, Alex himself, just before Ahrimon had finally moved. And Ahrimon had gone to extraordinary lengths to et that new Ruler and to work on his mind, to plant seeds in the soil of his thinking.
His encounter with the champion of Greed, His encounter with the Sin champion of Lust, and his Encounter with Envy, who had every right to make him suffer greatly, but he let him go with what could be considered a minor consequence.
The timing and the effort together could not be, not for a great purpose. Simple matters did not require that much work.
All of it connected. Loosely, at first, but connected nonetheless.
It had occupied Alex through the last stages of his ti before the Ancestral Realm, the question sitting at the back of everything else without resolution.
And then he had entered the Realm, and he had looked for answers in the place where Ahrimon had originated, and what he had found there had rearranged everything.
A single truth had erged from the research, and that single truth explained everything that had previously refused to explain itself.
Why had Ahrimon waited for so long before acting? Why had he not eliminated Alex when elimination would have been the logical choice?
Why had he instead done the opposite, actively working to ensure Alex grew stronger, engineering the encounters that had pushed him, setting Caden as his enemy, engineering the encounter with Calista, not even allowing Envy to kill him or worse, cripple him enough to hinder his growth.
Ahrimon always drove Alex to fight back harder than he might otherwise have done.
Why had he wanted the new Domain Ruler not dead, but growing?
It all made sense.
Every piece of it, examined against the single truth the Ancestral Realm had provided, resolved into a coherent picture that was considerably more disturbing than any of the individual pieces had been on their own.
’The inhuman Monster needs alive,’ A harsh truth flashed across his mind, tasting like ash in his mouth.
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