Chapter 140: Paraluman

[Sophia's POV]

"I hope the king of white elves finds my reply pleasant."

That is all I can say as I closed the library door and walked towards the librarian's desk, there I saw the giant prophet, as always, creating records to immortalize our history. He looked at me with his amiable smile, like he didn't scared the shit out of me a long time ago.

"Hello there, prophet."

He nodded and then said.

"Hello, my lady. Also, I must commend you for your reply to the latest diplomatic protest of the false prophet who was the king of the white elves."

I cannot help but chuckle at this, you know what you did is funny if even a prophet commended you for it, but in any case, this is not what I am here for.

"Heh... but you see, I was always wondering, why is it that it seems like you hate the king of elves with all the fabric of your being and vice versa? I get it that there is the first elven undead war, the god of the undead severed the harmony of white and dark elves while he, the "false prophet" as you call it sealed Thanatos and all of that, but it can't be just that right? There's no way the two races will just throw hands because one is white and one is grey, right?"

Historically, in my previous life, they would throw hands because of skin tones, but I would like to believe that this world is not the same, and, I mean they are not, considering there's a human who lived long enough to see her name be used by another woman, like Urduja.

"Ah, yes, that's right, the second Elven-Undead war is about to start, huh? Well, as per usual, I am not allowed to fight unless otherwise willed by Lord Siginarugan, but I would love to at least give you a proper reason to fight our race's mortal enemy other than because they are not undeads."

As he said that, he put down his quill and closed his book before continuing.

"More than 400 years ago, and yes, Urduja is already alive at that time and is just now being in denial of her age, there is a war between the divines of this world, mortal races became extinct, gods and goddesses died left, in those turbulent times, two races were particularly prominent, the elves, known for their magic, led by the goddess of nature and the undeads, known for their near immortality, led by the god of the undead."

"Well, let's say, at that time, prophets have the permission to throw hands, so I and the now false prophet Aerendil clashed for days and nights, though we did not have any direct animosity towards each other, we had to because we are in different factions, in our fights we even became quite close to each other, and even wanted to propose a peaceful ending to the period of fights between our races, but all of that plan was halted when lord Siginarugan killed the goddess of nature, my friend, now enemy swore to hate our race and wage war against us for all eternity, he fulfilled it the first time during the continental wars that happened right after the gods stopped fighting for the placement of the remaining races in their respective continents."

I cannot help but squint my eyes as I heard that.

"Goddess of Nature? Then who blessed my wife?"

The prophet chuckled.

"Ah, that is her, in her undead form, she is the goddess of nature, officially recognized by the system as the goddess of earth, the one on the left side of our lord, well, his spouse, actually, but anyway, that is the reason of our fight that continued in the 100-year continental war in Genesis that officially saw the birth of The Ancient Calamity Urduja... at that time w... urgh... I am not allowed to say that."

So it's their fault for not sucking up defeat, I thought so, ignoring the fact that Eleanor did not tell me that her god has two names, I remember she told me, goddess of nature, well, she also doesn't know me and my lord's (LOL) conversations, so it's fine.

Yep, not the undead's fault at all, but it will be theirs if I was on the elf's side, too bad I am not.

I nodded slowly at that as I absorbed the information, in all seriousness though, I would not expect such a deep (though simple) lore from a war because of skin colors, that it is in fact, a war for eternal revenge. But I guess it is always a war of gods that starts shits in another world, that or a very complicated family affair because the founding father wanted to eat all his children and then he was defeated by the youngest, who somehow became the oldest, and then the new oldest started to raw dog every woman she sees.

Going back, I have to ask a very important question.

"So, with the orders you are receiving right now, do you think that you will be permitted to... "throw hands" once again?"

Upon hearing this, the prophet shook his head.

"That is the curious part, my lady, I have not been given any orders by lord Siginarugan since you have become a queen except for me to obey you, and by the trend of it, I will not be receiving anything even in the near future, even after your "war" against the "logical development" as you call it."

I cannot help but squint my eyes on him as I wonder if he will obey me if I permitted him to fight against Aerendil, but I reckon that such a command is only privy to their god, also I realized that such negligence from my father is because he wanted to groom me further, at least at the level of  Urduja, at most at the level of a god, though my pride wouldn't allow me to stop to just at those two.

"So, I reckon that I have to fight him myself?"

As I asked that, the prophet nodded slowly, upon seeing that, I did need not any other word and immediately questioned the most important inquiry.

"So, how strong is he? Rather, how strong are you prophets, in general?"

The prophet looked at me, immediately understanding that I intended to personally throw hands with Aerendil because no one would do it and can do it except me.

"Such a quick decision... well, it's not like you cannot pull it off, you see, Urduja and I can be considered to be of the same level, though I am older and thus more experienced, the difference is that I don't have a lot of free will, relatively speaking while Urduja and the other "Calamities" can do whatever they want."

My ears quirked up upon hearing another new term.

" 'Calamities'?"

The Prophet replied.

"The Ancient Calamities are those heroes, or other entities of the same potential reached a level those of the prophets, like me and Aerendil, the two in existence as of the current, thus I and them are practically the same, except for the fact that, like I said earlier, they are not constricted by an oath of absolute obedience and are just asked to sometimes, become the sword of their god or goddess. That is the reason they are called calamities, because they are 98% of the time in control of their action."

"The ones known to have this title are only four, namely:  Urduja Tawalisi, the Darkbringer siblings Eris and Loki and finally, the ruler of Leviticus, Mizukuni Mamorite... also, unofficially, you, Sophia Demiurge, as the fifth."

I was quite shocked upon hearing my name on the list of the "Ancient Calamities", even though I am just 2 years old (though that time in the "dark dimension" makes me more than a million year worth of age), however, that is not what is my priority right now, for the prophet did not answer my question yet.

"As for strength, he is rather straightforward, that's why he's complicated... You see, his eyes can cast a spell in an instant, not in a fraction of a second, but an instant... hmm, some mathematician in this world calculates it as 0.00000000000000000000000000000000000000005391, which is a very long number, to be honest."

Can't you have just said it in scientific notation, then? Well, the mood doesn't permit me to say that, so I replied.

"That fast? Is he faster than me in using spells?"

The prophet shook his head.

"No, I can estimate that he is as fast as you."

I nodded at that, but if I am to fight him in a fair ground, his experience will prevail in attrition, I am not going to deny that, so I need that unique skill, [Genius] that I was supposed to get when I became a fallen hero.

"... I wonder how do I get it."

The prophet did not answer my question, instead, he looked up as all of my surroundings turned black and then when it regained it's color, I was practically, in space, beside me were countless stars and star systems as well as rouge planets that looks like eyeballs, heh, look at that suckers, I got a first hand view with the things that you needed the Hubble in order to study.

_Problem is, they look like marbles and I was taller than what I remember._

I looked on top of me and as expected, I saw my father, Siginarugan and another god I do not know, they are both wearing veils that is giving off smoke, like some Harry Potter bullshit creature or something, they look at me in a little bit of nostalgia as they asked.

"Its been a while, child of mine, how has it been? I heard that you are pondering about the unique skill a certain someone has deprived from you."

Well, all I can say is that his tone and his voice became more urgent and direct, I wonder what happened, but anyway, because he have asked it, I am sure he will give me some nice assist, so I immediately replied.

"Well, that is true, father, I wonder if you can get it for me?"

My smile was pure, like the pure woman that I am as I look at my father, and I believe that beyond his weird-ass veil is a smile of a father that have received a favor form his child after who knows how long, I'm sure it's just my imagination that he was shocked when the smoke coming out of his face flickered.

Also, I'm sure it's just my imagination that he went silent for a minute or two after I said that.

"Ah, don't worry about that, we are just here to get it for you, but I do have one thing I have to tell you."

I tilted my head a little, wondering what my father have to say to me.

"What is it father?"

Upon saying that, the smoke in his face suddenly disappeared as a smirk can be seen on his face, making me widen my eyes.

"That is one hell of a plan."

He then snapped his fingers, making my whole vision go black and when I regained it, I was already in the library once again, gods are really weird, I tell you.

[3rd Person POV]

As the figure of his daughter disappeared, The god of the undead sighed, he looked above him, and there she saw a lady of mountainous beauty, her body is seemingly made of countless galaxies, while several color of read, blue and purple stars are adorning her captivating physique, she was so beautiful that one cannot even look at her with lust.

Seeing this, the god of streams gulped whilst the god of the undead Siginarugan smiled.

"Long time no see, foolish son of mine."

Siginarugan nodded.

"It is indeed a long time, Mother Goddess, Paraluman."

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Back to the world of Pentateuch, in the newly established Royal Place of the Queendom of Urduja, Myra, in her bed was looking at the small statue she have just created, in it is a woman on a long bench with another woman laying on the woman's lap, if one is to look closer, the sitting lady is looking at the lady on her lap as if she was her child, Myra's heart started to throb in pain seeing her creation, the embodiment of her ultimate delusion, she picked up her rapier and banged the statue she have just made, destroying it into countless pieces, as if it was her most putrid artwork.

"Mother, you have to die."

Such were the words that was spoken of her daughter, Sophia in their very first conversation, no good morning, no food offered, just straight up answer to what could Myra do for her to be forgiven, tears rolled down the poor mother's eyes, though she would normally be happy for Sophia called her mother.

Or maybe, being called mother in such a way is why she is crying.

Myra wanted to repent, she really do, yet, not even her daughter will let her do so, but why would she blame Sophia? As they say, you don't have a say on how the person you hurt will response to your apologies.

As she was pondering all of the things that happened in her life, Myra wiped her tears as she looked at the blade she is currently holding.

She might be hurt by the thought of her beloved wanting her dead, but in the end, she is still a mother, a mother that will do anything her children wished.

Even if that wish is Myra's end.

She went out of her room and went towards the throne room, where Urduja was currently in.