The Primordial Record

Seven Cherubims encircled the shattered remnants of Drakul's dimension. Like black suns, they were not visible on any physical spectrum, but the weight of their existence caused space and time to warp. Rowan was so used to the presence of higher dimensional beings he had become numb to lesser levels of power, and so the presence of his Cherubims did not make him budge an eyebrow, but away from the shadows of Rowan's great wings, their glory blazed for all the realms to acknowledge.

Their great might suppressed this entire realm and the inhabitants that were left within. They were all in deep slumber under the power of the Cherubim, Requiem, and even the higher dimensional ones among them, which were at the fourth dimension as Vraegar had killed everyone higher.

The battle between Vraegar and the children of Drakul had ravaged this realm to its bleeding foundations, and when the Old One arrived, he had not been gentle with the realm either, in a glance, he had seen the children of his blood, he was not impressed, blinded by what he knew from the Primordial Era, Drakul was unimpressed by the power of his children and he had not held back when he unleashed his might upon Vraegar, killing more of his children than Vraegar and his armies combined.

Except for the black moon with a healthy chunk gouged out of it by Vraegar's devastating blow, the rest of the realm has been reduced to chunks no greater than pebbles.

The greatest casualties in this battle were the children of Drakul, the inhabitants of this realm. The cost in the number of lives lost were horrific.

The long war with the white dragon had killed more than twenty percent of the entire population, and at the end, when Vraegar went all out, and Drakul responded with greater force, the majority of the inhabitants perished, snuffed out by an uncaring father. In a realm that once held tens of billions, barely a hundred million remained.

This number might seem a lot but they were the result of many Minor Eras of breeding. They were not a prolific race, and each new birth would take hundreds of thousands of years, getting to this number despite the chaotic nature of reality was a great accomplishment.

It was a shame that the rest of them would have to die.

Like their Primogenitor, the inhabitants of this realm were vampires, creatures that fed on the blood and essence of others to preserve their lives and grow stronger. Inside their realm, their endless hunger could be sated by the unlimited amount of blood pouring down from the black moon above, but outside their realm they grew hungry and virulent, ending worlds as their quest for blood and essence was insatiable, it was what led Vraegar to this realm in the first place, their hunger was a great boost to the understanding of his Will, and he had been able to refine himself to the peak of the fifth dimension inside this realm.

Of course, their actions made inhabitants of this realm unwelcomed in most of reality, and so most of the vampires never left their home, contented to remain in their dimension where they could easily find sustenance, although like with every land where there was segregation of power and a clear divide between the weak and the strong, the powerful always suppressed the weakest, and even the never-ending rain of blood pouring from the moon were being gathered by those above, and the weak below were forced to serve and slave away for small amounts of resources to aid their growth and sate their hunger.

Before the arrival of Vraegar and his armies, their society was collapsing, which was an odd thing when there were unlimited resources for everyone until the end of time itself, but the greed of the heart knew no bounds and for creatures that were bound by hunger that would never fade, it was a miracle that they had lasted for so long, and grown to this size.

Yet, creation was difficult and destruction was easy, and their civilization that had existed for so long in the last ten million years was slowly collapsing as the greed of those on top had reached a point where those below could not take it any longer, and a revolt began that turned this realm upside down.

The arrival of the dragon gave them an avenue to band together to resist a great threat, and victory would have saved their society from collapse, also, the return of Drakul should have brought them to the peak of existence, how many dimensions could claim to have an Old One governing their affairs, but Fate was a fickle mistress, and the arrival of their Primogenitor, heralded their end.

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The Cherubim, Prophecy, opened his palm; there were tens of millions of vampires lying there as if asleep,.their state was the same as all the rest inside the dimension.

In the past few minutes, he had been gathering all the remnants of Drakul's bloodline that were outside the Old One's dimension. Although a majority of his bloodline remained here, there were always others who sought freedom outside the bounds of their home, and Prophecy tracked them all down.

With the power over the Will of Prophecy, he was able to gather all the bloodlines of the ancient vampire from all over reality, it was a good thing that they could not travel far, else it would have been a nuisance.

In the eyes of lower-dimensional beings, moving a dozen dimensions away from their home must seem like an impossible distance to cover, as they had used many hundreds of millions of years to migrate to these faraway dimensions to escape the tyranny of the older vampires' in power, but Prophecy had been able to gather them all in a matter of minutes.

Tossing the sleeping vampires towards the black moon, he nodded to the rest of his brothers and joined the light of his sun to theirs as the formation they had been building neared completion. Pushing a majority of his strength to the Cherubim, Extinction, he allowed his brother to channel their powers freely.

Eradicating the remnants of an eighth-dimensional Old One was not easy, and it would require a lot of power, but it was something that seven Cherubims should be able to do when they were being supported by hundreds of millions of lesser Angels in the background.

A great runic formation formed overhead taking the shape of a massive sword. The power that Extinction was channeling belonged to Rowan's Destroyer, Apollyon. Only the Cherubim, Extinction, was able to draw out as much power as he wanted from the Destroyer without dying from it, and as the shape of the Destroyer grew more potent overhead, the black flames from the bodies of the Cherubims blazed hotter.

The sword soon reached a ridiculous size, stretching more than a thousand light years in length, and the Cherubims decided amongst themselves that this would eradicate all the children of Drakul, even those that they might have missed; they allowed it to fall straight towards the hole made by Vraegar on the black moon.

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Watching this mighty Old One squirm and fight against his inevitable end as Serathis chewed through his soul should have been earth-shaking, but Rowan felt nothing, they were all monsters here, and during the battle, although he had an excellent chance of victory, a small inconsequential mistake and it would be him here dying.

After taking the lives of entire universes, no party here deserved pity, and death at any time should be expected. Still, it was quite a sight to see something that should never die… dies.

He could understand the confusion and fear in the heart of Drakul, and it was so similar to those of a mortal who knew they were about to perish, but could not understand how it was happening; this fear was so rich that Rowan could feel his dormant Ouroboros bloodline stirring.

A quake passed through the fabrics of reality, and Rowan turned a bit to the side and cocked his head as if he was listening to something, and Drakul's scream of pain soon followed.

"What?... How… you destroyed my heart!!"

Rowan shrugged, "If I want to kill you, then I will have to kill all Memories of you. Of course, I know that other Old Ones would also know of you, but you don't want to be called back by them now, do you? Accept your Fate, fade into nothingness, and perhaps in an age where I am no longer alive, and any Old One still remembers your name, then you can return. Goodbye Drakul, you have been a great experiment."