The negative and corrupted aura around Jormundgander grew stronger as he experienced more and more of those lives. The guilt overflowed his soul, changing his idea of himself as a warrior into an evil monster.
Jormundgander understood that those feelings of love when he saw sisters, descendants, lovers, or sons did not belong to him, but that did not change anything.
Every time his younger self killed someone, he experienced his victims' anguish, sadness, and hatred. He screamed with all his power in every life, trying to change things, to make it stop, but nothing worked.
Venganza and Ira stared at the Leviathan Primarch, and each could feel the torment this one experienced. Although they felt sorry, they were also happy.
The fact that Jormundgander felt that pain meant he understood the flaws of his actions. If, after feeling the love and sorrow of his victims, he still did not change, then there was no way he could ever transcend the nature of the Depravita Race.
After almost half an hour, the images crossing Jormundgander's eyes vanished, but this one did not wake up. The corrupted aura emanating from his body burst with power, but while he had not entirely fallen into depravity, neither did he overcome it.
"Ahhh." Venganza sighed as he walked forward and put a hand over Jormundgander's head. "You have to forgive yourself. The pain you endured was enough penitence. We all make mistakes. The only path forward is to learn from them and change things for the better."
His guilt and remorse pushed him forward on a road that grew darker and darker. The warmth of life and happiness vanished, only to be replaced by a feeling of utter despair.
Jormundgander kept walking through that dark road. He could hear Venganza's words and knew he needed to forgive himself if he wanted to survive.
"How? How could I do it!? Someone like me is not worth it. I should vanish and allow the universe to forget my sinful existence."
Jormundgander's guilt had already overcome his will to live, but just as he was ready to stop roaming the dark road, a light appeared in front of him.
The Leviathan Primarch did not know what it was, but he felt something that belonged to him, something he buried deep inside when he decided to be merciless.
The light grew more prominent, and Jormundgander saw a small child not more than three years old in it. The boy lived in a tiny room in an orphanage. He was very poor, but none of that mattered to the boy as he played with some toys.
His toys were of wood, one with the form of a mighty Leviathan while the other a Devil. He laughed as the Leviathan crushed the Devil.
"Hahaha, yes. The mighty Hero Jormundgander won against the Devil Lord." Suddenly, the child turned toward Jormundgander and showed a large smile as he got closer.
"So, did we become a hero?"
Jormundgander's entire body trembled as he heard that child's words, and the sense of shame that invaded him exploded. He fell to his knees and could not control his tears.
"I am sorry, I am so sorry!" The mighty Leviathan Primarch, a man that could shatter worlds with his bare hands, was crying without control.
Like most children, he wanted to be a hero when he was small. He wanted to create a world where people like him, without family, could look into the sky and know someone was watching after them.
However, the world's cruelty crushed those hopes and dreams, driving him into a path where the only way to advance was to destroy everything that opposed him.
Jormundgander continued crying until the little child put a hand over his shoulder, showing a smile with pure kindness.
"We failed, but why don't we try to be better in our next life? We made many mistakes, but why don't we make things better instead of giving up? Let's be heroes, help everybody, and have a bunch of friends!" The little boy then got his arms around Jormundgander, hugging this one.
Jormundgander's tears did not stop, but slowly a smile appeared on his face.
"CRACK!"
Venganza and Ira saw how Jormundgander's body began to crack before shattering into pieces. The body of the Leviathan Primarch was gone.
However, as the pieces vanished into dust, the figure of a small boy could be seen. He had blue hair and silver eyes with tears falling from them.
Venganza and Ira showed large smiles as they saw the child. The first waved his hand, making a black robe cover the child's body.
The boy was a life form born of negative emotions that surpassed the boundaries of his nature. He seemed young, and his eyes had a certain naivety, but they also had the same light that Jormundgander and his child's version had.
"Family?" That was the first word the child pronounced as he stared at the Depravita of Revenge and the Depravita of Wrath.
"Haha, that is right, brat. We are your family. He is Boss, and I am Big Brother."
Venganza only shook his head at the way the red bird introduced them. "Ahh, ignore this bird brain. My name is Venganza, and this guy is Ira. We can be your family if you so desire."
"I want to!" The little boy nodded and smiled at the duo, but confusion returned to his eyes.
"What is my name?"
Although that question might sound simple, it had a significant meaning.
"To answer that, you need to ask yourself, what do you desire?"
The little boy grew even more confused as he heard that, but it was easy for him to come up with an answer.
"I want to be a hero. Help people and have a lot of friends. I want it all!"
As soon as he uttered those words, the entire Leviathan World began to tremble. It did not limit itself to just a single world, as reverberations covered the entire Prima Universe.
