Trigon Unleashed Chapter 6: The Eternal's Departure.

Chapter 6: The Eternal's Departure.

4991 BC.

(Trigon's P.O.V)

The clearing was silent except for the hum of the Eternals' ship as it powered up in the distance.

Their mission was complete—the Deviants in the region had been exterminated, the settlement secured, and the village left to its own fate, as always.

For the Eternals, this was routine. Another place they had touched but would not change. Another human population left to fend for itself once their mission was deemed finished.

But for me, it was different.

Because I wasn’t leaving.

I stood at the outskirts of the camp, watching them pack their supplies, their movements efficient, rehearsed. They had done this for centuries, and they would continue doing it for millennia.

The moment I spoke, the air shifted.

"I'm staying."

The words landed like a blow, silencing the low murmur of conversation.

Ajax turned to me first, her usually blank expression cracking "Trigon," she said in a measured tone. "We have our mission. The Deviants are gone. There’s no reason to stay here."

Ikaris, standing at her side, crossed his arms. His expression was less neutral. "This is non-negotiable," he said. "You're staying where we can keep an eye on you."

It was undoubtedly a command, one I wanted to see him try to enforce just so I could punch him in his stupidly chiseled face.

Kingo huffed with a head shake. "Keep an eye on him? Let him go if he wants to. He's not our problem."

His voice carried no hostility, but the underlying message was clear.

Sersi and Druig exchanged glances, their body language tense. They weren’t arguing because they cared about me staying. They were silent because they feared what I might become whether I stayed or not.

Makkari looked down, avoiding my gaze. Gilgamesh, ever silent, flexed his fingers but said nothing.

And then, there was Thena.

She didn’t speak.

She simply turned and walked away.

That was what hurt most.

I found her outside the camp, standing at the edge of the forest.

She was still, staring into the dense trees making up the landscape of Old Europe, as if searching for something invisible

"You don’t have to do this," she whispered quiet but firmly.

I walked up beside her, letting the silence linger before responding. "I do."

Her jaw tightened. "You’re not one of them, Trigon. You’re not meant to live as a mortal."

I turned to her, meeting her golden gaze. There was no anger in her expression. No disappointment. Only fear.

Not of me, but of losing me.

"You’re my son," she added, and those words carried weight. "I don’t want to lose you."

I had heard her call me that before, but never like this.

Not with this much pain behind it.

Thena had always been constant. She had protected me, trained me, defended me against the judgment of the others. She was the only one who had ever made me feel like I belonged.

And now, I was leaving her.

The part of me that still craved a place among the Eternals hesitated. I wanted to tell her I would change my mind, that I would step onto the ship and continue this endless mission at her side.

But I couldn’t.

I had felt something when this weird ability to absorb sin awakened, something undeniable.

A pull in my very core.

Something about the darkness that humanity carried.

I had to understand it's nature. And how it affected me.

"I need to do this, mom," I said. "I need to know what I really am. And I can't do that when half my 'family' distrusts anything I say or do."

She sighed, eyes closing briefly before she placed a hand on my shoulder.

"Be careful, Trig. If not for yourself then for me." she whispered.

I wrapped my hands around her body in a tight hug. For the first time, noticing how small she felt against my 16 year old form.

Regardless she hugged me back with strength that could crush an elepant's bones.

It was brief, but it meant something.

When she pulled away, she turned toward the Eternals' ship without another word. Without a goodbye, for we both knew it wasn't a farewell.

I watched her go, feeling emotionally drained yet oddly free.

As the others made their final preparations, Phastos and Makarri approached, the former holding out a small, glowing silver cube.

"This is for you." he said, scratching his head.

With an awkward expression on my face, I took the cube, feeling a faint hum of energy beneath its surface. The structure was compact, small enough to fit in my palm, but I could tell it was more than it seemed.

"What is it?"

"A shelter," he explained. "Not powered by Celestial energy—powered by you."

That got my attention.

"I modified the structure of your old energy-draining prison," he admitted. "Instead of suppressing your power, this thing will feed off of it, sustaining itself with your own demonic energy. It will unfold into a small room—a bed, a shower. Basic, but functional."

Wow.

I turned the cube in my hand, understanding what this meant.

A structure that was mine. Not something granted by the Eternals, not something shaped by their will. Something that functioned because of me.

A home.

I glanced at Phastos. "Thank you."

He smirked. "Just don’t blow it up."

I let out a small laugh. "I’ll try not to."

Makarri layed a kiss on my cheek, while wiping tears away and then, without another word, the Eternals left.

I stood in the open clearing as their ship vanished into the sky, leaving nothing but silence in its wake.

For the first time in this life, I was alone.

-0-

The village I had decided to stay at while exploring my powers, was a place of corruption.

Then again, most places were like that. In this era that historians would dub as the Stone Age, virtues got you killed.

I had sensed it the moment we had arrived. The air was thick with crime, with violence, with the weight of human wickedness.

This was where I had first absorbed sin.

So I chose my place carefully.

At the center of the village, I expanded Phastos cube into the height of a normal building and sat on the top surface, meditating.

In no time, I garnered attention especially because I was in my true form, not bothering with a disguise. The Villagers had seen as God's warriors for destroying the Deviants, hence the attention was more reverence than fear and hostility.

Closing my eyes in meditation, I let the energy around flow through me.

It was intoxicating.

Every man, woman, and child who passed through this place carried negative emotions like guilt and fear, some heavier than others. It seeped into the air like mist, thick and suffocating.

Succulent sin.

And I took it all in.

Not just the pains—the action itself.

The essence of what made them broken.

At first, it was overwhelming.

The sheer volume of human depravity, of selfishness, of cruelty—I thought it might consume me.

But I learned control.

I filtered the darkness, letting it pass through me rather than overwhelm me.

And the village slowly changed.

Slowly, almost imperceptibly, day after day, week after week, month after month, the weight of their evil began to lift.

Murderers came into the village only to drop their weapons, unable to remember why they wanted to kill in the first place.

Thieves walked past open markets and found themselves returning stolen goods, unable to comprehend why they ever wanted to take.

The village became something different.

And then, they began to worship me.

I did not ask for it.

But it happened.

By the end of the first year, they built a shrine at the base of my rock. They left offerings—food, symbols of gratitude. They spoke my name in reverence.

They called me their savior. Their God.

And I did not correct them.

Because part of me wanted to believe it. And another part was too pre-occupied unravelling what made Sin so reprehensible but sweet to me.

10 Years passed. I turned 26- having spent my teenage years meditating on my butt. A decade was enough to bring forth a new generation of living, but to me the passage of time felt fleeting and short.

Within that time span, the village flourished into a paradise.

No crime. No violence. No sin.

People came from far and wide, drawn by rumors of a place where men were cleansed, where evil was stripped away.

And with each person redeemed, my reserves of sin energy grew within me. A separate pool of power from my demonic energy. Like a seed waiting for the right moment to sprout.

I wished Thena and the others could see what I had built here. Something unique—something unnatural. A sinless haven, a place where corruption had no hold.

But while spreading salvation was fulfilling, the drawback was the curse of knowledge. Because I also learned more about my power and the nature of evil.

The people believed themselves pure, but I knew the hard unwanted Truth.

I had not cleansed them.

I had merely taken the weight of their sins upon myself.

It was a balance that could not be maintained forever.

Then the Deviants returned. And the Universe came to collect the 10 year debt I owed it.