The Author's POV

Why do I exist?

It was the question that Jezebeth had wondered about ever since he was a young boy.

He wasn't sure why, but for some reason, he became obsessed with understanding the reason for his existence.

Jezebeth had grown up hearing the same phrases over and over again: "mistakes," "spawns that shouldn't have existed," and so forth, as a member of a race that was constantly under attack and hunted by the other races and Protectors.

It was enough to make anyone wonder if they were really just a mistake, a product of a creator who had made a fatal error.

Perhaps...

Perhaps they really were right, and they were indeed a mistake.

But how could the creator make a mistake?

That was the question that plagued Jezebeth the most.

If there was a creator, then surely everything that existed was part of their plan, right? And yet, if that were the case, why were they constantly hunted and oppressed?

Jezebeth refused to accept that they were just mistakes to be hunted and destroyed like vermin.

He wanted to find a purpose; no, he desired to find a purpose. A reason for their existence that went beyond simply being a target for those who saw them as inferior.

His thoughts were further reinforced the moment he managed to survive the attacks of the Protectors and got his hands on the first fragment.

Ever since that moment, everything changed for him, and instead of being the hunted, he became the hunter.

He conquered planet after planet, eradicating those who had once hunted his kind and creating contracts with those who were willing to submit.

Like a tyrant, he became the most powerful being in the known universe. There was no one strong enough to oppose him.

He had become the laws itself.

And then, just as he was about to achieve his goal, everything reset. He found himself going back in time with nothing to show for all his efforts.

'That's fine; I can do it again.'

At first, he was undeterred. He would simply gather the fragments again, he told himself, and this time he would succeed. But as the years passed and he found himself caught in a never-ending cycle of regression and recollection, he began to lose hope.

Kevin. He was the anchor the Records had created in order to rewind time. Kevin's birth was the moment they discovered his power and wanted to rid him of it.

Unfortunately, they had discovered him too late and couldn't reverse time to the point where he had just started to rise to power.

only make do with

he

But...

why? What is

Jezebeth believed he had discovered his reason for being and came closer to his goal, it would all slip through

but even his

game of cat and mouse, with the

yet, he refused

that the answers he sought were out there, somewhere, waiting for him to uncover them. He would keep searching and fighting until he found them. For Jezebeth,

was no turning back for

far

crack, Jezebeth found himself in front

looks of fear and dread coming from the humans and those from the

eyes darted around the world, looking for

"There he is…"

grass with his eyes closed. He looked to be sleeping soundly,

was a strange sight to see, especially for Jezebeth, who

a pair of pristine blue eyes. His ashen white hair turned black, and his chest moved

In the blink of an eye, he appeared right before his very eyes,

Ren in front of him, Jezebeth decided to break the silence and ask, "Which one of

"Does it matter?"

"…I guess not."

be it this Ren or the other Ren, it really didn't matter to Jezebeth. What he cared for was something else, and

Although he didn't outright say it, he could tell that he was up against

his plans, or were my

the corner of his heart, but

Rumble! Rumble!

began to quake as it slowly started to fold together. The space around them started to crumble, and something dark started to come out of

Jezebeth's crimson eyes rippled, his soft voice echoing throughout like soft

should end this,

"Yeah…"

BOOOM—!

two moved, but everything in front of them started to collapse, and the world

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your

shout snapped those beneath them out of their

to set up barriers to withstand the

toward where Ren was. There

something more important that she had to

important than her very