At first, only a few blue sparks broke out slowly…

With their light crept to form the outlines of a magical armament, a one-handed sword that is almost translucent but blue in color. Thin, straight, slightly resembling a katana. Just the blade and hilt are one without borders…

But this one primeval deity, was the one who had seen the same thing for over billions of times... Who had also killed humans and gods in precisely the same number, who just knew that it wouldn't offer anybody the tiniest chance of prevailing against him.

Yet the sharp thing that five seconds earlier couldn't even be found anywhere, was now magically held up by the girl towards the primordial god.

Where he could clearly see how the tip of the sword trembled either because of fear, or because the thin hand holding it was out of sync with the weight of the magical artifact itself.

Then he asked, “Where does it come from, I wonder…”

“Your hope…”

Still the girl kept her voice to no one. Which instead of providing herself an edge, the primordial god appeared to plunge even further into inquiry… Just become a reason for why he’s not going to stop her by force; as he tries to convince himself that what he saw was wrong.

That’s when he waves an assertion to trouble the little girl's heart instead, all from things he had just learnt after peering into the girl's memories.

So the primordial god asked, “You know what will happen if you do that, don't you?”

Yet far ahead the little one disregarded his question, despite the fact that both of her hands actually trembled…

“Ah, yes! Yes, you know it very well… That the spell in the two bottles is only for those who have died before you pray.” He said.

And the girl comprehended everything the monster uttered… "Perhaps he read my mind," she reasoned. As she had much better causes to be agitated, but she said only those words to herself as if she was trying to fool her own fears.

“Meaning you will be left alone in this world as its spellcaster. With that in mind, I’m pretty sure that you are…”

The man's thoughts abruptly came to a halt; that made the frail one’s eyes suddenly look frightened by what the man realized when he saw the dagger hanging from her waist, just next to the two magic bottles that had been his target since the very beginning.

There in such a short period of time, his heart changes color.

As his mind throws up so many views none of which were meant to be understood by anyone, by any existence below his own level; there he appears to be both dissatisfied and relieved while remaining on no one's side. Not even his own…

Nonetheless, he wondered as though he was not straining himself just then he asked, “You actually get it, don’t you? That everyone wants you to vanish from the world's rules… To not be one of them. That all of this; the plans they have prepared, each futile sacrifice of them... Compared to the annihilation of your existence is nothing but just a small part of it!”

While it makes no difference assuming what the primordial god said was truthful or not, seeing the little girl start to shake her head trying to deny reality, only made the primordial god even more convinced that this was the right path for him to take.

That's why he then continued, “Now you should understand that the dagger and everything the boy has done to you, will only fuel everyone's hatred… Not only towards yourself but also towards that one innocent little boy of yours. Though such will only happen if you can win against me, so… I'm sorry, my lady. Because anything the boy has said to you…”

The man halted for a while.

Recognizing that something he didn't like was about to happen right in front of his eyes; but in the end he spoke to complete what he had begun.

“None of that will ever come true… Ever. So why don’t we just-”

As expected, the girl was not someone who could just hear and do nothing about words that was an insult to her and her companions. That's when she began rushing, trying to shut the beast's mouth and compel him to retract what he'd spoken…

But the man, on the other hand, was more than ready to prove that he was in fact on the right path… As he summoned the reality-rending, white and gold sword in his hand, he then let out a breath as he said, “Fine… I don’t mind the rough way.”

~~~~~

Not even ten seconds had passed.

They weren't even gotten that close either…

But she who started the spark had fallen, tripped over her own feet. Rolled and lay prone on the grass and dirt around her cheeks.

Even the bringer of the apocalypse, who had killed everyone in that whole universe with a cold gaze; the one primordial god, had to stop walking for a brief moment… Feeling like something was stinging somewhere around his heart.

A feeling of pity…

But the pledge, however, remains in place.

That to himself, even though he knew the human body he borrowed would reject it, the Primordial God swore to put an end to his duty. So he began to take another step closer to the girl, accompanied by the sound of thoughts floating in the air; voices without echo that seemed to tremble more and even more with emotions every time he stepped on his feet.

But it wasn't fear that the primordial god saw when he probed her thoughts.

Instead he found the little girl to be self-loathing…

Pounding herself with obscenities and contempt, wondering how she could be so weak and reckless in front of someone who would decide her fate.

But in the end, the girl attempts to compel her own body back to rise. Hoping for an excuse to forgive herself; to strive again…

Until she came upon the correct sentences to say to herself.

[“Do it for him…”]

[“I need to get back up, and give it a go…”]

[“At least that’s all I can do for him…”]

[“For everyone!”]

~~~~~

“For everyone?”

The primordial god echoed the voiceless girl's words… As it seemed he was quite offended by what the weak being was thinking, up to the point where he had to validate whether or not he had truly heard that correct.

“You mean for the sake of those who aim to abandon you, so they might save themself? Who claims that the world would be a better place without your existence. This sacrifice of yours… You really mean it for them?”

Annoyed voice sounded just as close as his shadow; which had now concealed part of the blade laying on the grass and the girl’s hand that was holding the hilt of it. So close that it felt like there was enough space between them to put a stop to this conflict…

Yet paradoxically, the primordial god chose to win himself back through another speech.

“No.” He emphasized.

“They hate you, and you know it. So tell me…”

Words came to a halt.

Despite him being a wise figure, but only after showing his ego, by pressing his foot against the girl's blade on the ground did he want to finish his sentence.

“Tell me the real reason why you’re still trying…” He asked.

~~~~~

“The reason…?” The little girl felt confused about something that seemed to her to be quite obvious to the point where she never gave it any attention.

Yet she continued, “As long as my sole purpose is for them, then I will-”

“Wrong.” A man’s voice quickly refuted.

“Stop talking like you know me!”

“But I do know who you are.”

Primordial god accepted her challenge with a smile slowly starting to form.

“Oh you'd be surprised how much I know you better than I know anyone else… Yet why can’t you understand?”

The little girl, in fact, refused to understand anything the man was trying to convey; so she then looked away. Seemingly believing the possibilities she had for herself no more, giving the primordial god ample opportunity to keep suppressing.

That this time he inquired what puzzled him the most.

“Because you know that it is impossible for you to win in a fight against a real god, yet back there before you slip on your own feet… Why did you run with that sword leveled towards me?”

“......”

“Is it really too hard for you to answer that one question?”

“I cannot give up! Everyone puts their life in my hands, thus I'd rather die while trying…”

[“Yes… That's it. That’s the only reason I have. I’m not lying!”]

“I know you’re not lying…” The primordial god answered once again to the words that echoed only in the girl's mind. “Yet you're just giving me the wrong answer.” He clarified.

~~~~~

“Alright…”

After making it clear to her, the man stretched his hand out as he finished his remarks… Intending not to touch the girl at all, instead he ordered the grass to get the tiny body of her up only for his sake.

Then he offered, “Let me help you a bit with finding the real answer…”

Whether the meaning of what he just said was good or bad, the green tendrils that moved with consciousness still appeared to frighten the girl as the harder she battled, the quicker they rushed to wrap around her body.

Yet she knew that the thing isn't all that powerful… Because every time the girl stretched her hand, many of the plant's vines were easily cut off.

She was indeed miraculously lifted and forced to stand by it, but it had absolutely no intention of strangling her, let alone scratching her skin.

As the man seemed to just want the girl to hear him state a fact, “That you little girl, wasn't meant to feel happiness.”

“That every single one of you embodies every rule which governs this world. And each name means absolutely what is destined for them. So no, you have no right to dream of a good happy life.” He added.

The girl eventually seemed to have decided to stop struggling due to exhaustion.

Vines of the plant were also thick enough to prevent her from doing anything anyway; however, her hand, which was straight to the side of her thigh, managed to contact the black dagger's blade which slightly sliced her finger.

Whether it was impossible or not, she meant to do something only without thinking about any of it for no one to read… And it wasn't an easy thing, if the girl had to keep hearing what the primordial god had to say about herself.

Furthermore, opposing him will also prove pointless because she has no evidence that what he stated was incorrect.

She even hoped that she would be able to hear without having to really interpret anything the man said, but the place was just very quiet and there was only one echo, one source of sound that resonated over the prairie's vastness, the primordial god's raving remained scathing.

As how he told the girl, “Even about friendship, about passion and the yearning to be loved? No… The only reason you live is to make people lose hope.”

“That your life will always go on as how you know it. No happiness or even anything. Either you choose to suffer alone, or to make people you love suffer alongside you… As that is your destiny, as that is what you truly are. Nothing but the manifestation of suffering itself.”

~~~~~