Chapter 72: The Fallen Heir
In the ethereal realm of the supreme god, Marcus Fulcinius Eumenius, his words reverberated with pain and determination. "She is not you. She will be perished. I will not let anyone portray as you."
As he spoke, his mind spiraled back in time, and the dark clouds veiled his eyes, transporting him to a vivid memory. He found himself standing in a celestial realm, where a woman rushed toward him, clutching something in her hand.
"Marcus, wait! I can’t run after you much longer," the woman panted, her voice filled with effort.
The young boy named Marcus regarded the woman with curiosity. "Divine Mother, you tire so easily. If you can’t keep up with me, how could you chase after those wicked demons? Aren’t you the embodiment of the divine? Aren’t you the symbol of strength? Why aren’t you demonstrating your strength to me?"
The divine mother replied softly, her voice carrying wisdom and gentleness. "Do I possess divine power to chase after you, my son? It is for the benefit of humans. I cannot wield it for my personal gain."
"Humans? Why only humans? What if something transpires in the godly realm? Will you still refrain from using your power? Will you remain helpless?" the young boy inquired further, his curiosity undiminished.
"Yes, I will, because that is my purpose. That is my duty. I will never employ my divine power for my own sake, only for the welfare of humanity," the divine mother explained, her words resonating with unwavering devotion.
"Do you remember your words, Mother?" the young boy smiled, his eyes filled with innocence and trust.
"Of course, my son! After all, I have much to teach you. You are destined to become the supreme god of this realm," the divine mother replied, her smile warm and loving.
But the scene abruptly shifted, transforming the celestial realm into a nightmarish hellscape. The once-pure heavens were now tainted with darkness, the ground soaked in the life essence of many fallen gods. A menacing figure, holding a blood-drenched sword, approached the divine mother, who sat on her throne, adorned with a radiant crown.