Villain of my own novel



Eshwar mumbled hollowly as he disappeared from the spot he pondered, before he did something irreversible, involuntarily. He reappeared at the spot he fought with Lord Shiva. He opened his domain in the size of his fist, in front of his chest, before he made it expand, far and wide, till he couldn't expand out anymore. He enveloped everything around him in his domain, in hopes of finding anything that had Isha's will.

A trace, a wisp, a particle, anything!

Anything that held a connection with Isha!

If he could find it, he could and would do anything to secure it, and maybe even bring her back to life with that wisp of will as an existence's foundation!

He exerted every bit of his strength and expanded his domain as much as he could before his mind drew an actual conclusion for his meaningless actions.

Universes were sucked into his black hole-like domain yet he didn't stop. Soon, he was forced to face the burden of housing millions of universes in his domain, making him feel as if he had used every ounce of his powers, yet he didn't stop what he was trying to accomplish.

He forcibly converted the energies inhabiting the universes within his domain, to keep on going.

***

Hundreds of years had passed on planet Antinoüs, yet there wasn't even a trace of Eshwar, who was only remembered by the team of eleven, who had seemingly become immortals and were running the world from behind the scenes.

Except for Hana, Katline, and Frostine, who remained single, the rest bore kids, nurtured, made them rulers, and watched them die with pained hearts. They, their kids, couldn't become as strong as their parents no matter what they did as the part of Eunomia, the system, had stopped supporting the world as she too had disappeared without a single trace, with her father.

While the years because decades, which later became centuries, which then became millenniums; the team of eleven became ancient beings that existed only in the past, forgotten by the world's population, even though they had yet to cease existing.

While they saw theirs or their friends' generations pass while they lived after becoming a thing of the past, Eshwar finally succeeded in his endeavour! After devouring universes into his domain for millenniums, he finally sucked in a wisp of will that felt extremely familiar and made it appear above his still scribbling stick-like palms.

He currently had a stickman's body, sunken eyes and cheeks, almost chipped off lips, and lifeless complexion, but his face bore a brightest smile that could even overshadow the light of the sun!

The wisp in his palms had a subtle hint of consciousness, and that was it. Of course, the consciousness was none other than Isha's.

"Y...ou dare....thi...nk....."

"you....can....esca...pe....from....me?" He mumbled. His current state was the consequences of expanding his domain which exerted every bit of his strength while also made him bare the burden of housing trillions of universes.

"H....ey.... Devour....eve...rythi...ng and re-create....ever...ythin...g....that....beca..me.....my.....stren...gt... soon af....ter..."

ZZZT-ZZT-!

[Aye, aye. Mr Bony Sage.]

ZWWOOOOP-!

The domain that had devoured trillions of universes shrunk in an instant, all while the consciousness' of every universe merged into one before they themselves gave birth to an existence named Eshwar.

While the consciousness that held the ego of Eshwar, dominated the consciousness' of the universes' with the help of his system.

All while, the will holding wisp lingered on his palm, as if being held in place by an unknown force.

Eshwar now stood in the middle of pitch-black nothingness with stars and universes glimmering within him while a cosmic glow defined his existence. Stars became his eyes which became the only feature that unveiled his face.

Under the cosmic glow, Eshwar seemed to have a metres wide wings that held stars and universes similarly to his body; of course, the "meters" mentioned were only applicable in case he was still in the size of a human.

With an zwooooping sound, everything: every star and universe devoured by Eshwar was recreated as if they weren't even devoured to begin with, while the lives they housed also carried on with their lives as if nothing had even happened.

"Now, you are the only one remaining...." Eshwar mumbled as he glanced somewhere in the ends of the nothingness he stood in, before he placed his cosmic glow defined palm on his chest, as a distant, Deja Vu like echo flashed in his consciousness;

'Papa! Do you know that the so-called "private skills" you hold, the "Wish" and that "Break" skills, they aren't recorded anywhere in my records? That means that their powers goes beyond anything and everything in existence! Doesn't matter what it is!!' Those were the words of his precious daughter, whose name he remembered as Eunomia thanks to his consciousness constantly reminiscing his moments with his wife and daughter.

Who knows? Thanks to millenniums in nothingness, who knew how crazier he became?

It wouldn't be that surprising if he forgot his own name as their existed none who would call him by his name.

But,

He remembered a few things.

Things that affected his life.

For the better or for the worst,

He remembered his name, his wife's name, his daughter's name, and his nemesis' name.

Eshwar, Isha, Eunomia, and finally,

Divine laws!

Luck!

'.... after I deal with you, I'll do everything I possibly can to live my life with my wife and my daughter!'

Determined, Eshwar plunged his palm into his cosmic body and destroyed his core!

That was unnamed and hidden condition to active his skills.

'Break!'

As soon as he muttered that phrase, something fragile and ethereal cracked and shattered within himself. As Eshwar's cosmic body was forced to change its form into something familiar yet forgotten;

SCRIBBLE-!!

With a familiar yet distant sounds of scribbling, the form he had turned into was scribbled upon, starting from his head till his feet, a white inked scribbles began to be drawn upon his cosmic body before a rough sketch began to define his body shape.