(Drake's POV)
Once we were done with what we wanted to do, and once I had taken a better grasp at the power of Demonic Energy, even if slightly, we decided to move forwards, prepared for anything.
I opened the gates, only to be greeted by pink clouds that engulfed us all, bringing us to a different scenario!
Wait, another Dream?
I thought we were done already with these, what else is left to see than the Dreams of Jonathan fragmented memories or the beast's whole and short life?
FLAAASH!
It was until much later that I realized there was another "person" in this dungeon with us, a fragment of his body which had been used to create the monster.
This Dream… this incredibly Ancient Dream, more Ancient than the invasion of the Chaotic Realm, was coming from him.
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An inconspicuous looking man sat down over a chair, inside a small convenience store, looking through the window. This was the daily life he had known for the last years.
Having disappointed his family and ran away from them at a young age, he had only known about living by himself, but even then, he always tried to be a decent human being.
If possible…
He often considered the possibilities he could had taken, what he could had chosen to become, or what he could had chosen to be.
And because of that, he felt proud of himself for not having become a criminal or something, at the very least.
"If only I wouldn't had been such a stupid brat all my life…" He often thought, just like today.
But whenever he felt this way, he also remembered all the frustration and hate he had harbored through his entire life, all the people that made him suffer, which even included his mother and his father.
His mother was a drug addicted prostitute that treated him like shit his entire life, while his father was an abusive drug dealer that never addressed him by his name, and that at every mishap, always punched him.
He did well in escaping from that family, because he might have eventually been killed by them at some point… However, his suffering never ended there.
Every day since he escaped he was subject to the sins of humanity, people treated him like shit for living in the streets, they robbed him, they hurt him, and even did more unthinkable things.
His innocence had already faded away long ago, but even then, he felt like he had experienced all of what humanity could offer.
And it was all just sins.
It wouldn't be an understatement to say he hated all humans… And only lived for himself.
"Hah… I'm getting really edgy thoughts again."
However, he often dismissed these thoughts, thinking of them as childish. Now that he had reached a somewhat stable life, he couldn't simply lose it now.
"Is it getting darker? I thought it was only 4 PM right now?"
He noticed that the sky around the city was darkening, until it was too late for him to do anything, the darkness had suddenly entered the convenience store, moving across the place and enshrouding everything, seeking him.
"W-What…?!"
Before he could muster another word, obscurity consumed him completely, as he felt like his entire body was being torn apart by the void.
Constant agony engulfed his mind, body, and soul.
He wanted to scream but he could not, the darkness consumed him.
FLAAASH!
But just as quickly as it begun, it ended. His body pummeled into the cold floor below him, his eyes finally freeing themselves from darkness.
He felt confused and in agony, glancing around his surroundings, filled with fear. And quickly noticing several figures standing around him.
"W-What is going on?! Where am I?!"
He found himself in what seemed to be an ancient white hall, there were enormous pillars stretching from the floor towards the ceiling, and the entire temple exuded an atmosphere of divinity and brilliance like nothing else.
"W-Who are these- Ugh! Argh…!"
However, the figures themselves were the most noticeable, tall, muscular, and exuding colorful auras of divinity. He wasn't even able to look at them in the eyes, the pressure of their presences alone making him lower his head.
"Our third Summon has been a success once more."
"Another Vessel of the Beginning, isn't it?"
"Amusing that otherworldly souls can become so powerful."
"With him and the others at our side, surely, we could win the war against the Titans and the Dragons and make Yggdrasil our own dominion."
"No, the entire Universe will become ours…"
"What are they talking about?! Yggdrasil? Huh? Was I summoned to another world? Are you kidding me- ARGH!"
Although he wanted to make some sense of what was happening, the young man suddenly felt an intense pain coursing through his entire body.
He noticed his appearance had changed when he looked at his own hands. Instead of his brown skin, he was now of a dark crimson color, the exact color of blood.
His nails had become black, long, and sharp, he now had annoyingly sharp fangs instead of teeth, and he even felt his forehead becoming very heavy.
There were two black horns over there.
And the rest of his half-naked body was covered on countless runic inscriptions, while his chest possessed a red-colored jewel, constantly imbuing a strange and alien power into him.
"Your name… According to the Akashic Records, is [Pandemonium]"
Suddenly, the tallest of the group of beings that greeted him spoke, with blonde hair, a long beard, and an eyepatch, who held a divine golden spear. He wore pristine and divine brilliant armor, as if it had been forged by the sunlight itself.
"My name is Odin, the King of the Aesir." He spoke. "And you've given the honor of becoming our Weapon, you, the Vessel of a New World. Pandemonium, the Creator of Hell!"
"C-Creator… of Hell?"
Pandemonium glanced at Odin in utter disbelief, his face twisting into a cynical smile as he couldn't believe what he was listening or even experiencing right now.
Was it all a dream?
"It must be all a dream… I am simply dreaming. I just fell asleep while working, right? That's it!"
He started to cope with his new reality, not even addressing Odin, which swiftly infuriated the Ancient God. The others glared at him as if they were looking at a bag full of trash.
"This is not a dream, you foolish Otherworldly Soul" Odin spoke with a loud and domineering voice. "After the betrayal of [Oblivion], we only possess [Chaos] with us. We cannot go against [Oblivion] with [Chaos] alone, she lacks strength and willpower. But you seem like a fine weapon."
"F-Fine… weapon?" Pandemonium couldn't believe their words.
His previous life was spent suffering, being controlled by others, and always being abused by people…
And now, he was dragged somewhere else and turned into yet another tool for others to use as they pleased.
And he could not do a single thing against it…
"[Heavenly Soul Chains]"
FLAAASH!
White chains wrapped around his body before he could even react, Odin knowing his mental state wasn't in a good condition, and without desiring for a second [Oblivion] incident to happen again, he swiftly restrained his freedom.
"Urgh… AARRGHH…!"
The chains of light burned through his soul, enslaving him to the arrogant God.
"You fuckers… How dare you?! How dare you enslave me?! I'll kill you… I'LL KILL ALL OF THESE FUCKERS ONE DAY!"
