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.

could only make do with the anchor

suited well with Jezebeth. After all, by then, he was strong enough to

But...

why? What is it

discovered his reason for being and came closer to his goal,

patient person, but even his patience had its

mouse, with the universe seeming to conspire against him at every

yet, he refused

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

was no turning

already too far gone

Jezebeth found himself in front of a familiar world. The last world, as he

dread coming from the humans and those from the other races. Such looks were something he had grown accustomed to, and he paid little

world, looking for

"There he is…"

with his eyes closed.

for Jezebeth, who

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

standstill. In the blink of an eye, he appeared

about the Ren in front of him, Jezebeth decided to break the

"Does it matter?"

"…I guess not."

it really didn't matter to Jezebeth. What he cared for was something else, and he planned on

say it, he could tell that he was

something go wrong with his

little unsettled in the corner of his heart,

Rumble! Rumble!

fold together. The space around them started to crumble, and something dark started to come out of Jezebeth's body, slowly enveloping the sky

Ren, Jezebeth's crimson eyes rippled, his

should end this, shouldn't

"Yeah…"

BOOOM—!

two moved, but everything in front of

***

for your life,

them out of their reverie as a look of horror replaced their

and everyone that can… try to set up barriers to withstand the

orders as her gaze continued to move toward where Ren was. There was visible worry

that she had to do

even more important than