Chapter 3: 003 – THE CRADLE
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Samsara lived 33 lives and he remembered only one thing from his first it was his name, it was always there glaring at him he knew not why or how he knew.
He knew only that his name was a part of his very being, he always found it intriguing when he would hear the lectures and read the writings of great experts in all the different heavens regarding the concept of samsara.
It was a rule they often spoke of, one that transcended all rules, and yet it was the most basic and simplistic rule of all existence.
And so, the rule went that all life from the very beginning of its birth proceeds towards death, ironic isn't it, we are all born dying, and so the opposite must be true as well for nothing exists without an equal and so death always proceeds towards life, ironic again isn't it, we die and we immediately become the life of another.
Across the stars and heavens this rule was always spoken by even the greatest of existences, but little did they know that they had been heard by Samsara himself the first being in creation to be born a god, and a special god he was by all standards a god that was life and death itself, a rule that could never exist in any world he was eternal when all else was not.
And this is his story; the god that should not have been.
---
Samsara float from his seat and landed upon the throne, a strange sight it was most certainly, to witness a newborn child fill a throne and exude the aura of a god.
It was part of the reason why all of his past selves agreed to his ascent, that aura he exuded was that of a god, and a newborn child, it was an impossible existence, but since it was themself, it only seemed right, who else could be so great from birth besides themself.
Samsara laid back on his throne and waited it would be a while before his rebirth, a billion years could pass by in this place and he would hardly notice, though he was curious about what his next disappointing parent or owners would be like.
Every life would be like that it was definitely a part of the curse that plagued all of his lives the one time he saw his parents happy to see him born was because he was a healthy strong baby.
The type that slave traders would pay well for, he remembered his father's smile and his mother she didn't look as ecstatic about it like his father but he could see that she was happy.
That is exactly why when he found them three decades later he smiled happily as he dismembered their three children in front of them and then proceeded to have them mutilated.
A silly smile appeared on Samsara's face as he recalled that time, whoever said that revenge only leaves you empty.
The truth of the matter was very different revenge is probably the most fulfilling activity in existence it's just that because we devote so much of ourselves to revenge that once we accomplish it, it's like reaching the end of the road or finishing the last page of a book that you loved reading it leaves you without any direction to go.
Then he felt it the synchronization was starting, "Well me's it looks like it's starting, I wonder what our dear old parents will be like this time I look forward to the day we kill them and bring them their greatest scare.", a smug smile formed on his face.
Laughter soon swept the room, 'In which life was it that I gave up believing in people.' Samsara wondered to himself.
But after a while, he just shrugged 'It wasn't my fault anyway, they all rejected me first so why the hell should I give a damn, it is simply how the world works for me the only joy I am allowed to experience is when I bring everything to ruin.'
Then it began Samsara felt that he was about to come alive, by now he had grown used to the sensation of being born, slowly crawling out of the darkness and into light and taking in that first breath of pure burning oxygen through his nose and mouth, that's why children cry so much just after birth it's like being attacked by a savage storm of fire that rocks through their body for the first time.
His eyes opened and as he took in his first sight of this new life he was immediately baffled. He was in the centre of what he would have liked to call a room except it felt boundless, he was lying in a cradle, and on his chest, a small orb was slowly sinking into his flesh.
'No woman screaming or panting like she's about to die,' he thought in wonder, 'Don't tell me that I've been born into some strange plain with weird rules about birth, seriously what is this place, with the hell is that orb thing,' he quiver around slightly but failed to move properly.
As the orb sunk deeper into his flesh he felt surprisingly giddy, 'This thing actually feels pretty good, it's like it's filling me with... life,' he narrowed his eyes in wonder but he failed to shift his head to get a good look at the orb.
'Blasted synchronization hurry up, or I'm going to miss something important,' he complained.
He really wanted to move his head, but he still had hours of synchronization to go through before he would be able to move his body, then he noticed a man looking down at him with a smile on his.
"Finally. Bahahaha…" he laughed aloud and reached into the cradle and pulled Samsara out and into his arms, "My little boy you're finally back."
'You can't fool me you bastard just what are you planning to do with me I swear I'll kill you if…' But Samsara's thoughts cut off there because of two things that simultaneously happened.
The first was that he felt the man's cultivation and it scared him to near death, even if he combined a hundred of his strongest selves he wouldn't be able to match up to this man and second he noticed streaks of water running down the man's face.
The man then looked at the surprised look on his son's face, and immediately a radiant smile filled his face. "Did you notice how awesome your daddy is kiddo?" He snickered and raised Samsara up in front of him and pulled him into another hug.
"Hahaha, well of course I'm awesome there's no one in this world that can match up to your daddy. Well, there was your mommy.", he said with a sad sigh, ", I wish she were here right now she'd be so happy to see you back amongst the living and she'd probably be better at this than me."
Samsara kept his eyes focused on the man that most certainly was his new father and couldn't help but feel utterly confused. This was a first even for him all he wanted to do was raise his hand and pinch himself to reassure himself that this wasn't a dream because at this moment he felt afraid.
Afraid that he had fallen into a delusion, the first time it happened, it lasted for at least a billion years, and when he broke the illusion it was not pretty for that heaven.
This father of his seemed to love him and he could not accept that it wasn't possible, and all that he felt now was dread because he was certain that in no time at all something would ruin this love he felt.
'Don't believe it, don't accept it, you know that it's not possible, it's all a lie, remember Ella remember her broken body and her dead eyes that is what awaits you,' The voice of 28 resounded in his head he knew better than any how that hope for love and acceptance could break a person.
As Samsara was carried around a coffin made of a black material came into view, surrounded by a darkness that seemed even darker than the dark world he was in.
"Ah you noticed that did you, you know for a baby you're really quite sharp though I suppose that as a god it's only natural for you to have such a keen sense." He sighed once and looked at the coffin and, in his crystal, blue eyes a longing gaze could be seen.
"That is actually a gift for you to open one day when you're older but it will probably be a long time before you return here if ever, well I do hope that you retain these memories it's said that some immortals can remember things from the time they were one or two so maybe you will remember this when you're older."
Once more Samsara looked at his father, he was finding it hard to make sense of things the most important thing was that he was not just born, his mother was nowhere to be found and according to what his father was hinting at she was dead but she died a long time ago, which made no sense at all since he was definitely a newborn.
'This is great he thought to himself, so many new questions, so many new things to be learnt and best of all," Samsara wriggled internally as he felt the power coursing through his new body, ', I'm a freaking first-grade god, all I need to do is take the next step and I'll have my old strength back.'
"Well now it's time for us to leave and remove that curse on you, I would have removed it sooner but if I had pulled it onto myself, I doubt I would have been able to gather everyone's essence to restore you," unknown to the god his words shook Samsara's entire world.
"Now then, I'll release the time stagnation but since you've been in this state for so long, you'll arrive a little while after me so don't be too scared when you're alone.", after that he kissed his son's forehead and began their departure.
Samsara and all his incarnations shuddered, his father knew of the curse and had a way to remove it no rather transfer it.
'That can't be,' he wanted to cry out.
He had hungered for all his lives to find a solution to his curse but here it was solved in an instant, but then the voices in his head regained their calm and silenced him, the truth was obvious it had to be a lie if he spent trillions of years researching this curse how could anyone else have a better grasp of it then himself.
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Samsara lived 33 lives and he remembered only one thing from his first it was his name, it was always there glaring at him he knew not why or how he knew.
He knew only that his name was a part of his very being, he always found it intriguing when he would hear the lectures and read the writings of great experts in all the different heavens regarding the concept of samsara.
It was a rule they often spoke of, one that transcended all rules, and yet it was the most basic and simplistic rule of all existence.
And so, the rule went that all life from the very beginning of its birth proceeds towards death, ironic isn't it, we are all born dying, and so the opposite must be true as well for nothing exists without an equal and so death always proceeds towards life, ironic again isn't it, we die and we immediately become the life of another.
Across the stars and heavens this rule was always spoken by even the greatest of existences, but little did they know that they had been heard by Samsara himself the first being in creation to be born a god, and a special god he was by all standards a god that was life and death itself, a rule that could never exist in any world he was eternal when all else was not.
And this is his story; the god that should not have been.
---
Samsara float from his seat and landed upon the throne, a strange sight it was most certainly, to witness a newborn child fill a throne and exude the aura of a god.
It was part of the reason why all of his past selves agreed to his ascent, that aura he exuded was that of a god, and a newborn child, it was an impossible existence, but since it was themself, it only seemed right, who else could be so great from birth besides themself.
Samsara laid back on his throne and waited it would be a while before his rebirth, a billion years could pass by in this place and he would hardly notice, though he was curious about what his next disappointing parent or owners would be like.
Every life would be like that it was definitely a part of the curse that plagued all of his lives the one time he saw his parents happy to see him born was because he was a healthy strong baby.
The type that slave traders would pay well for, he remembered his father's smile and his mother she didn't look as ecstatic about it like his father but he could see that she was happy.
That is exactly why when he found them three decades later he smiled happily as he dismembered their three children in front of them and then proceeded to have them mutilated.
A silly smile appeared on Samsara's face as he recalled that time, whoever said that revenge only leaves you empty.
The truth of the matter was very different revenge is probably the most fulfilling activity in existence it's just that because we devote so much of ourselves to revenge that once we accomplish it, it's like reaching the end of the road or finishing the last page of a book that you loved reading it leaves you without any direction to go.
Then he felt it the synchronization was starting, "Well me's it looks like it's starting, I wonder what our dear old parents will be like this time I look forward to the day we kill them and bring them their greatest scare.", a smug smile formed on his face.
Laughter soon swept the room, 'In which life was it that I gave up believing in people.' Samsara wondered to himself.
But after a while, he just shrugged 'It wasn't my fault anyway, they all rejected me first so why the hell should I give a damn, it is simply how the world works for me the only joy I am allowed to experience is when I bring everything to ruin.'
Then it began Samsara felt that he was about to come alive, by now he had grown used to the sensation of being born, slowly crawling out of the darkness and into light and taking in that first breath of pure burning oxygen through his nose and mouth, that's why children cry so much just after birth it's like being attacked by a savage storm of fire that rocks through their body for the first time.
His eyes opened and as he took in his first sight of this new life he was immediately baffled. He was in the centre of what he would have liked to call a room except it felt boundless, he was lying in a cradle, and on his chest, a small orb was slowly sinking into his flesh.
'No woman screaming or panting like she's about to die,' he thought in wonder, 'Don't tell me that I've been born into some strange plain with weird rules about birth, seriously what is this place, with the hell is that orb thing,' he quiver around slightly but failed to move properly.
As the orb sunk deeper into his flesh he felt surprisingly giddy, 'This thing actually feels pretty good, it's like it's filling me with... life,' he narrowed his eyes in wonder but he failed to shift his head to get a good look at the orb.
'Blasted synchronization hurry up, or I'm going to miss something important,' he complained.
He really wanted to move his head, but he still had hours of synchronization to go through before he would be able to move his body, then he noticed a man looking down at him with a smile on his.
"Finally. Bahahaha…" he laughed aloud and reached into the cradle and pulled Samsara out and into his arms, "My little boy you're finally back."
'You can't fool me you bastard just what are you planning to do with me I swear I'll kill you if…' But Samsara's thoughts cut off there because of two things that simultaneously happened.
The first was that he felt the man's cultivation and it scared him to near death, even if he combined a hundred of his strongest selves he wouldn't be able to match up to this man and second he noticed streaks of water running down the man's face.
The man then looked at the surprised look on his son's face, and immediately a radiant smile filled his face. "Did you notice how awesome your daddy is kiddo?" He snickered and raised Samsara up in front of him and pulled him into another hug.
"Hahaha, well of course I'm awesome there's no one in this world that can match up to your daddy. Well, there was your mommy.", he said with a sad sigh, ", I wish she were here right now she'd be so happy to see you back amongst the living and she'd probably be better at this than me."
Samsara kept his eyes focused on the man that most certainly was his new father and couldn't help but feel utterly confused. This was a first even for him all he wanted to do was raise his hand and pinch himself to reassure himself that this wasn't a dream because at this moment he felt afraid.
Afraid that he had fallen into a delusion, the first time it happened, it lasted for at least a billion years, and when he broke the illusion it was not pretty for that heaven.
This father of his seemed to love him and he could not accept that it wasn't possible, and all that he felt now was dread because he was certain that in no time at all something would ruin this love he felt.
'Don't believe it, don't accept it, you know that it's not possible, it's all a lie, remember Ella remember her broken body and her dead eyes that is what awaits you,' The voice of 28 resounded in his head he knew better than any how that hope for love and acceptance could break a person.
As Samsara was carried around a coffin made of a black material came into view, surrounded by a darkness that seemed even darker than the dark world he was in.
"Ah you noticed that did you, you know for a baby you're really quite sharp though I suppose that as a god it's only natural for you to have such a keen sense." He sighed once and looked at the coffin and, in his crystal, blue eyes a longing gaze could be seen.
"That is actually a gift for you to open one day when you're older but it will probably be a long time before you return here if ever, well I do hope that you retain these memories it's said that some immortals can remember things from the time they were one or two so maybe you will remember this when you're older."
Once more Samsara looked at his father, he was finding it hard to make sense of things the most important thing was that he was not just born, his mother was nowhere to be found and according to what his father was hinting at she was dead but she died a long time ago, which made no sense at all since he was definitely a newborn.
'This is great he thought to himself, so many new questions, so many new things to be learnt and best of all," Samsara wriggled internally as he felt the power coursing through his new body, ', I'm a freaking first-grade god, all I need to do is take the next step and I'll have my old strength back.'
"Well now it's time for us to leave and remove that curse on you, I would have removed it sooner but if I had pulled it onto myself, I doubt I would have been able to gather everyone's essence to restore you," unknown to the god his words shook Samsara's entire world.
"Now then, I'll release the time stagnation but since you've been in this state for so long, you'll arrive a little while after me so don't be too scared when you're alone.", after that he kissed his son's forehead and began their departure.
Samsara and all his incarnations shuddered, his father knew of the curse and had a way to remove it no rather transfer it.
'That can't be,' he wanted to cry out.
He had hungered for all his lives to find a solution to his curse but here it was solved in an instant, but then the voices in his head regained their calm and silenced him, the truth was obvious it had to be a lie if he spent trillions of years researching this curse how could anyone else have a better grasp of it then himself.
Samsara lived 33 lives and he remembered only one thing from his first it was his name, it was always there glaring at him he knew not why or how he knew. He knew only that his name was a part of his very being, he always found it intriguing when he would hear the lectures and read the writings of great experts in all the different heavens regarding the concept of samsara. It was a rule they often spoke of, one that transcended all rules, and yet it was the most basic and simplistic rule of all existence. And so, the rule went that all life from the very beginning of its birth proceeds towards death, ironic isn't it, we are all born dying, and so the opposite must be true as well for nothing exists without an equal and so death always proceeds towards life, ironic again isn't it, we die and we immediately become the life of another. Across the stars and heavens this rule was always spoken by even the greatest of existences, but little did they know that they had been heard by Samsara himself the first being in creation to be born a god, and a special god he was by all standards a god that was life and death itself, a rule that could never exist in any world he was eternal when all else was not. And this is his story; the god that should not have been. --- Samsara float from his seat and landed upon the throne, a strange sight it was most certainly, to witness a newborn child fill a throne and exude the aura of a god. It was part of the reason why all of his past selves agreed to his ascent, that aura he exuded was that of a god, and a newborn child, it was an impossible existence, but since it was themself, it only seemed right, who else could be so great from birth besides themself. Samsara laid back on his throne and waited it would be a while before his rebirth, a billion years could pass by in this place and he would hardly notice, though he was curious about what his next disappointing parent or owners would be like. Every life would be like that it was definitely a part of the curse that plagued all of his lives the one time he saw his parents happy to see him born was because he was a healthy strong baby. The type that slave traders would pay well for, he remembered his father's smile and his mother she didn't look as ecstatic about it like his father but he could see that she was happy. That is exactly why when he found them three decades later he smiled happily as he dismembered their three children in front of them and then proceeded to have them mutilated. A silly smile appeared on Samsara's face as he recalled that time, whoever said that revenge only leaves you empty. The truth of the matter was very different revenge is probably the most fulfilling activity in existence it's just that because we devote so much of ourselves to revenge that once we accomplish it, it's like reaching the end of the road or finishing the last page of a book that you loved reading it leaves you without any direction to go. Then he felt it the synchronization was starting, "Well me's it looks like it's starting, I wonder what our dear old parents will be like this time I look forward to the day we kill them and bring them their greatest scare.", a smug smile formed on his face. Laughter soon swept the room, 'In which life was it that I gave up believing in people.' Samsara wondered to himself. But after a while, he just shrugged 'It wasn't my fault anyway, they all rejected me first so why the hell should I give a damn, it is simply how the world works for me the only joy I am allowed to experience is when I bring everything to ruin.' Then it began Samsara felt that he was about to come alive, by now he had grown used to the sensation of being born, slowly crawling out of the darkness and into light and taking in that first breath of pure burning oxygen through his nose and mouth, that's why children cry so much just after birth it's like being attacked by a savage storm of fire that rocks through their body for the first time. His eyes opened and as he took in his first sight of this new life he was immediately baffled. He was in the centre of what he would have liked to call a room except it felt boundless, he was lying in a cradle, and on his chest, a small orb was slowly sinking into his flesh. 'No woman screaming or panting like she's about to die,' he thought in wonder, 'Don't tell me that I've been born into some strange plain with weird rules about birth, seriously what is this place, with the hell is that orb thing,' he quiver around slightly but failed to move properly. As the orb sunk deeper into his flesh he felt surprisingly giddy, 'This thing actually feels pretty good, it's like it's filling me with... life,' he narrowed his eyes in wonder but he failed to shift his head to get a good look at the orb. 'Blasted synchronization hurry up, or I'm going to miss something important,' he complained. He really wanted to move his head, but he still had hours of synchronization to go through before he would be able to move his body, then he noticed a man looking down at him with a smile on his. "Finally. Bahahaha" he laughed aloud and reached into the cradle and pulled Samsara out and into his arms, "My little boy you're finally back." 'You can't fool me you bastard just what are you planning to do with me I swear I'll kill you if' But Samsara's thoughts cut off there because of two things that simultaneously happened. The first was that he felt the man's cultivation and it scared him to near death, even if he combined a hundred of his strongest selves he wouldn't be able to match up to this man and second he noticed streaks of water running down the man's face. The man then looked at the surprised look on his son's face, and immediately a radiant smile filled his face. "Did you notice how awesome your daddy is kiddo?" He snickered and raised Samsara up in front of him and pulled him into another hug. "Hahaha, well of course I'm awesome there's no one in this world that can match up to your daddy. Well, there was your mommy.", he said with a sad sigh, ", I wish she were here right now she'd be so happy to see you back amongst the living and she'd probably be better at this than me." Samsara kept his eyes focused on the man that most certainly was his new father and couldn't help but feel utterly confused. This was a first even for him all he wanted to do was raise his hand and pinch himself to reassure himself that this wasn't a dream because at this moment he felt afraid. Afraid that he had fallen into a delusion, the first time it happened, it lasted for at least a billion years, and when he broke the illusion it was not pretty for that heaven. This father of his seemed to love him and he could not accept that it wasn't possible, and all that he felt now was dread because he was certain that in no time at all something would ruin this love he felt. 'Don't believe it, don't accept it, you know that it's not possible, it's all a lie, remember Ella remember her broken body and her dead eyes that is what awaits you,' The voice of 28 resounded in his head he knew better than any how that hope for love and acceptance could break a person. As Samsara was carried around a coffin made of a black material came into view, surrounded by a darkness that seemed even darker than the dark world he was in. "Ah you noticed that did you, you know for a baby you're really quite sharp though I suppose that as a god it's only natural for you to have such a keen sense." He sighed once and looked at the coffin and, in his crystal, blue eyes a longing gaze could be seen. "That is actually a gift for you to open one day when you're older but it will probably be a long time before you return here if ever, well I do hope that you retain these memories it's said that some immortals can remember things from the time they were one or two so maybe you will remember this when you're older." Once more Samsara looked at his father, he was finding it hard to make sense of things the most important thing was that he was not just born, his mother was nowhere to be found and according to what his father was hinting at she was dead but she died a long time ago, which made no sense at all since he was definitely a newborn. 'This is great he thought to himself, so many new questions, so many new things to be learnt and best of all," Samsara wriggled internally as he felt the power coursing through his new body, ', I'm a freaking first-grade god, all I need to do is take the next step and I'll have my old strength back.' "Well now it's time for us to leave and remove that curse on you, I would have removed it sooner but if I had pulled it onto myself, I doubt I would have been able to gather everyone's essence to restore you," unknown to the god his words shook Samsara's entire world. "Now then, I'll release the time stagnation but since you've been in this state for so long, you'll arrive a little while after me so don't be too scared when you're alone.", after that he kissed his son's forehead and began their departure. Samsara and all his incarnations shuddered, his father knew of the curse and had a way to remove it no rather transfer it. 'That can't be,' he wanted to cry out. He had hungered for all his lives to find a solution to his curse but here it was solved in an instant, but then the voices in his head regained their calm and silenced him, the truth was obvious it had to be a lie if he spent trillions of years researching this curse how could anyone else have a better grasp of it then himself.
