Trigon Unleashed Chapter 7: Deathless.

-4981 B.C-

(Trigon's P.O.V)

I sensed non-human energies approaching the village, which had grown into a small town with wooden walls by now.

If my Demonic energy was the opposite equivalent of Celestial energy, then the Deviant's energy source was a corrupted version of the Eternal's Celestial energy, both sharing similar origins.

I opened my eyes, lifting my gaze to the horizon.

It wasn't my first encounter with Deviants.

And there they were.

Crawling from the edges of the forest, grotesque alien beasts slithered into view along the hills surrounding the town.

Not a horde, not a group but an army. Thousands of them at the very least. Each as big as a Bear and twice as hungry.

The sentries on the walls sounded the alarm and the village erupted into panic.

Men grabbed weapons they hadn’t used in years.

Women gathered their children, rushing them to safety. The priests devoted to me prostrated themselves at my stone and started praying.

I watched it all from my throne of stone, expression unreadable.

They had never known fear like this.

Because I had taken it from them.

But now, the world was correcting itself.

And I had to act.

The Deviants made their move, like a wave flooding down the slopes, closing in on the village, voices a guttural mix of growls and hunger

My worshippers cried out in shock as I stood after 10 years, my full height of 6 feet casting a shadow over them.

Strands of my long white hair brushed against my lean crimson chest and back, almost touching the fabric of the blue Eternal's Pants I wore.

I was mildly annoyed that at 26, my appearance was still that of a teenager.

Even so, my presence could not be denied as I held everyone's attention.

"Worry not for your lives, because I am here." I declared, voice rough with disuse.

My words were met with more prostations, reverence and hope replacing fear.

The despair was absorbed into me, pouring into the store of Sin and negative emotions I had spent years cultivating.

The weight of every dark thought, every crime, every guilt-ridden moment was no longer a seed but a fruit, almost ripe.

It was time.

I reached in and tugged at the bundle of Sin, like plucking a fruit from a tree.

On my palm rested a swirling sphere of dark matter. So black that it devoured all the light around it.

It was alive, shifting, waiting for direction.

I shaped it, molded it with my palms like dough. gave it the form of a child. Made it ripe.

The outer layer peeled off and then, she emerged.

A figure of pure darkness, rising from my hands like a shadow given life.

She stood tall above me, a girl of 10 years in appearance but something more than human in nature.

Her body was covered in red symbols, glowing faintly—the names of every sin I had ever absorbed.

She turned to me, her hollow eyes filled with quiet understanding.

I had created her.

She was my first true creation.

My first child.

"Destroy them, Deathless." I said, giving her a name that was the sum of the Village's salvation from needless death and suffering.

And she obeyed.

Deathless weaved across the air jerkily, like a nightmare given shape.

The worshippers looked up and pointed as Deathless passed high above them, her hollow eyes fixed on the Deviant army about to reach the walls.

When she reached the gates, she stopped in the air.

Her form shifted, body stretching into something serpentine, a long shadow viper that slithered with grace and refine.

The viper's jaws opened to reveal sharp red fangs and a tongue that whipped lazily.

The first Deviant leaped at the walls.

Deathless' fangs struck out at speeds that would make Makarri jelous, snapping apart the Deviant in two.

Before the pieces fell, her body coiled around a dozen deviants, constricting them akin to a python with a sickening crunch.

The others tried to attack, lunging forward with claws and fangs, but she was faster, launching out a crimson poison that melted everything it touched into acid.

The Deviants turned tail and fled but Deathless was on them. She flowed like liquid darkness, twisting, shifting, devouring.

Where she passed, nothing was left behind.

The villagers watched in awe.

They had prayed for salvation. And I had given it to them.

What was this feeling? Was it pride I was experiencing?

I had shaped something real. Something powerful. Something that could stand beside me as a force of nature.

And then, everything went wrong.

Deathless froze in place

The glow of the red symbols across her body began to intensify, growing brighter and brighter until they burned like open wounds.

Something shifted inside her and then broke.

She let out a piercing scream that sounded like a million voices dying at once, rattling my very bones.

I looked around in confusion, struggling to understand what was happening.

The villagers covered their ears, crying out in pain, their faces twisted in agony as a response to Deathless' scream.

I blasted off towards her. Maybe if I-

And then-

She exploded.

"No!" The word ripped out as the shockwave of sin energy erupted, rippling outward in a massive blast that sent me flying despite my strength.

I crashed onto the ground, the impact stealing my breath. My vision blurred, the world spinning as debris rained down around me.

When I finally pushed myself up, using a giant hand construct to shove the rubble off, my ears were still ringing.

And then I saw it.

The village was in ruins.

The shrine at the center of the village was gone, leaving behind Phastos Cube. The buildings were reduced to ash and debris.

10 years of development, gone.

But worse than that… Deathless had released all the Sin I had accumulated and with nowhere to go, all of it had returned home- humanity.

All that negativity had Corrupted the villagers that had survived the explosion. And now those survivors were killing each other.

I stood in stunned silence as chaos unfolded around me.

Men who had once been brothers turned on each other, their hands wrapped around each other’s throats.

Women screamed, biting and clawing their children as their own skin rippled with dark veins of corruption.

Dark blood painted the ground, soaking into the dirt, filling the air with the stench of death.

And then I understood.

The universe had rejected my creation.

It had corrected my arrogance.

I had thought I could take sin, that I could remove it from the hearts of men, that I could erase the darkness that had existed since the dawn of time.

But sin could not be destroyed.

It was an eternal force, a balance that even I could not break.

And by trying, I had only made things worse.

I had damned these people.

Not to a slow, creeping corruption.

But to madness.

To self-destruction.

I did not move as the village burned.

I did not intervene as the people tore themselves apart until the last person was dead.

Because this was not something I could fix.

This was a lesson.

I was not a Messiah.

I was not a savior.

I was not a god.

I was a force that even I did not yet comprehend.

And if I did not learn to control it, I would become the very thing I feared.

But first, I could not leave things as they were. For the entire week, I dug through the debris for bodies, dragged every corpse from the streets and gathered the villagers at the center. At my shrine.

Staring down at the result of my failures, it struck me that while I felt sorrow and guilt for them, I felt even worse for Deathless.

"Forgive me, Phastos." I muttered, dismantling the cube he'd gifted me with my demonic energy and assembling it into the form of Deathless. It wasn't Sersi's matter manipulation but a rough copy.

That said, it worked and a golden statue of Deathless stood atop the mould of bodies. But it wasn't perfect.

Following intuition, I grabbed a portion of my own grief and negative emotions and pulled out a swirling red darkness which I imbued into the statue.

The statue turned ebony with red engravings along it's shape. One might call the result a work of art, even if a bit insensitive.

I bowed at them. "I am sorry you lost your lives and that I'm incapable of bringing you back. The only thing I can do is promise to never let this happen ever again."

My eyes fell upon Deathless hollow gaze, set in quiet understanding. "Daddy will never forget you. Goodbye my child."

With that I ascended over the village, and with powerful lasers shot from my four eyes, collapsed the hills around it, burying the whole location underground.

The only symbol left of my decade long presence in the area was an ebony statue of a 10 year old girl.

Deathless, Trigon's First Daughter.