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.

make do with the anchor

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

But...

is it this

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

but even his patience

grew frustrated with the never-ending game of cat and mouse, with the universe seeming to

refused to give

uncover them. He would keep

was no turning back

already too far gone into

crack, Jezebeth found himself in front of a familiar

he could see the looks of fear and dread coming from the humans and those from the other races. Such looks were something he had

eyes darted around the world, looking for a

"There he is…"

he soon found him. He lay down on a patch of grass with his eyes closed. He looked to be sleeping soundly, and

strange sight to see, especially for Jezebeth, who had known him for quite

pristine blue eyes. His ashen white hair turned

the blink of an

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

"Does it matter?"

"…I guess not."

Ren or the other Ren, it really didn't matter to Jezebeth. What he cared for was something else, and he planned on eliminating whatever stood

things were easier now. Although he didn't outright say it, he could tell that he

wrong with his plans, or were my

in the corner of his heart, but there was nothing he could do about it at

Rumble! Rumble!

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

at Ren, Jezebeth's crimson eyes rippled, his soft voice echoing

end this, shouldn't

"Yeah…"

BOOOM—!

one of the two moved, but everything in front of them started to

***

you care for your

sudden shout snapped those beneath them out of their reverie as a look of horror replaced

can… try to set up barriers to withstand the aftermath of the attack between

continued to move toward where Ren was. There

that she had to do at the

important than her very