Lord of the Mysteries fanfic: wake up, hermit

"Big Eyes, why are you so anxious to see me?"

As soon as he entered the hall, Medici clicked his tongue in displeasure. A dark figure sat on the couch with his legs crossed, wiping the diamond with a soft cloth that made Jacob and Zoroastrian change their expressions.

Monocle.

"Why is your kid here too?"

"Long time no see, Medici." Amon put the monocle back into his eyes, "Although I don't want to see you at all, but at Thoth's urging, I feel it is necessary to tell you an interesting thing.

.”

"ha?"

Medici looked at Thoth who was sitting next to him with a puzzled look on his face. Next to him sat a wandering Ourolius.

"I entered the dream of the Hanged Man."

As soon as these words came out, the temperature in the room instantly rose a few degrees, Medici's eyes became dangerous, and Ourolius's pupils shrank to a thin line - "Don't spy on God" is the creed of every believer. This sentence

The words sounded provocative to them.

Thoth promptly reminded: "I hope you will postpone this fight for a few minutes for my sake, or at least fight outside - Medici, don't burn my sofa."

Medici sneered, "It's really rare that you can still sit calmly after hearing that He was so disrespectful to the Lord. Do you really raise Him as your son? Or maybe His pretentious feedback confuses you?"

"Hear what He has to say."

Thoth put down the tea cup and looked at Medici without hesitation, "Or are you afraid that what he says next will shake your piety?"

"Okay, you actually learned how to provoke generals."

There seemed to be sparks flying from the gazes of the two mythical creatures. In the end, Medici made the first move. He put his feet on the coffee table and said condescendingly: "Since you insist so much, then I will reluctantly listen to you."

Whatever the crow wants to say—but I can’t promise that he won’t be roasted into a crow in a few minutes.”

Thoth turned to Amon: "You may begin."

"First of all, there is a sea of ​​blood in the Hanged Man's dream, which rises up from time to time, trying to envelop all living beings that are approaching - that is the embodiment of his extreme emotions, and there are some luminous fragments in the sea of ​​blood, like

The bumpy boats - that is His memory, and the more time goes by, the more fragmented the memory becomes."

Seeing that Medici and Urolius were getting serious, Amon deliberately gave it away: "What do you think this means? Ah, I almost forgot, believers cannot make irresponsible remarks about gods."

Feeling that the temperature had risen a little, Thoth quickly turned the red and silver angel's attention.

"If what you said is true, then his understanding of himself... is probably a big problem."

There were two main reasons why he didn't dare to tell Medici and Ourolos about this discovery before.

First, the behavior of repeatedly entering and exiting the Hanged Man's dream is considered blasphemy in the eyes of Medici and Ourolius. Although Medici is cunning, he lacks calmness when it comes to matters involving the true Creator, and is mostly fanatical -

-If there is no sufficient evidence to prove that he has no evil intentions, it would be easy for Medici to press charcoal fire on his face.

Precisely because he had never understood religion and belief, Thoth was always extremely cautious in this regard.

The second reason is that He has an idea but no realistic solution. Anyone who knows this kind of thing will feel desperate - let alone the red and silver angels who regard faith as their life? Thoth is very afraid that they will go to extremes.

He can't stop you from doing anything irrational.

But from Amon's point of view, I'm probably not sane, right? Thoth thought mockingly to himself.

"Then let me do the talking."

After learning of His concerns, Amon gave a solution in an understatement.

"Okay, wipe away your tears and let's think about it - how can we make this look like a prank by myself?"

Click, the memory ends.

"According to you, are so many of the Lord's followers dead? Is my entire family dead?" Medici's eyes flashed with long-lost anger, "Under the supervision of me and the big snake, they sing praises to the Lord every day.

His honorable name, praising the Lord’s merits—and now you tell me that there is something wrong with the Lord’s self-perception?”

"Can you be a little smarter in your conspiracy?" Medici mocked: "You are a hidden sage who holds the secrets of ancient times. I'm fucking ashamed of you."

Although he was exposed, Thoth did not panic at all - he was also quite puzzled as to why he was so calm.

"You reminded me."

"ha?"

"Praise His honorable name, praise His achievements..." Thoth analyzed calmly: "Yes, there is indeed no problem in this aspect, but what if the identity of 'Creator' does not touch His origin?"

Ouroleus's eyes lit up, as if he had discovered a lighthouse in the fog of fate. Medici frowned, "What crazy talk are you talking about? If the identity of the Lord is not the Creator, what else can it be?"

"Before 'he' became 'he'."

"'He'? You mean..."

There was a moment of confusion on Medici's face. This expression was not worthy of a conspirator. But as a believer, it was difficult for him to imagine a time when a god was still a human being. In the believer's subconscious mind, gods should be born great, but they are

I never realized that even God would open his eyes to see the world and learn to speak.

Although the Lord mentioned his hometown in the snowy plains, He subconsciously thought that it was a city-state of God, but did not expect that the Lord recalled it from a human perspective.

"You and the Lord should come from the same era." Ourolius finally said his first words, "Fate tells me that your origins are equally ancient."

"But He and I were born in different countries, and we didn't know each other before the Era." Thoth answered the rehearsed question without changing his face, "I only learned about His past through chatting - the life of a human being.

Although it has only been a few decades, it cannot be summed up in just a few words."

Amon added leisurely, "Among all the memory fragments, some are almost as small as gravel, and contain some pictures that I can't understand - they must be about the civilization where my father was born."

Thoth took advantage of the situation and suggested: "If that part of the memory is repaired, it may be possible to improve his self-understanding and thereby improve his mental state..."

"Wait!" Medici came back to his senses and asked in rapid succession: "Then I can't understand it even more. Although the Lord was born as a human, how long is His life as a human? As a God

How long is the lifespan of a person? If the human lifespan of your era is similar to that of today -" Seeing the point of nodding, he continued: "Then the former is probably not even one-tenth of the latter?! In that case

…”

"What makes you think...that the key to the solution lies in the Lord's time as a human being?"

Perhaps realizing the blasphemy in this sentence, Medici's face turned pale after saying this sentence in one breath, but his eyes were still locked on Thoth.

The room suddenly became very quiet, and even breathing seemed to be a disturbance.

Although he has always hated Medici, Amon was grateful to him at this moment - because he asked the question that he did not dare to ask, for fear of exposing his ignorance.

How would you answer? Angel of Time quietly looked at the Hidden Sage.

"Then Medici, why do you believe in him?"

Answering questions with questions is often seen as a way to avoid sharp edges in debates, but Medici was stunned, as if he had been hit at a vital point deep in his soul.

Is it because He holds supreme power?

But the Creator's current strength is less than half of what it was at its peak.

Is it because He holds the secret of God’s way?

But the magic potion formula of the Red Priest path has long been in the hands of the Medici family.

In an instant, thousands of memories came flooding back.

He thought of the Lord walking through the scorched ruins and reaching out to Himself covered in blood. He thought of the heavy snow falling one after another, burying His and the Lord's footprints.

He thought of the villages that were threatened by the fangs and claws of the demon wolf, and of the children's tender cheeks and numb eyes. The Lord knelt down and stuffed a miniature sun into the pale little hand. The child's skin became red,

There was warmth in his eyes.

He remembered that the Lord was looking at the demon that was burned out by the flames of the sun, with eyes as cold as glaciers, and a bit of black blood splashed on the Lord's chin. He tore off a corner of his clothes and asked the Lord to wipe away the dirt.

The Red Angel thought of the path he had followed the Creator and how he proclaimed his ideals in the wasteland where a city-state had not yet been built before the Creator had gathered authority.

"The world should not be in such chaos, and human beings should not live in such a dignified manner. I want to force the strong to restrain their claws, and I want to make the weak live and work in peace and contentment. I want to bring order and freedom, and bring light and prosperity.

Stay forever.”

"Medici, are you willing to help me?"

Dignity, freedom, and order were so new and absurd words in that era full of blood and chaos, but when they were spoken by that man, they carried an irresistible force, as if they were a legitimate decree.

"I do!"

The red angel firmly made a lifelong vow.

Yes! He is not impressed by authority, something that can change hands at any time. He is attracted by that unique ambition, by that kindness that is never stingy, and by that courage that dares to be the enemy of the times!

"It seems you already have the answer."

Thoth stretched out his finger and tapped his temple.

"That era did not bring us strength and authority, but it shaped our thoughts and visions, teaching us good and evil, nobility and despicability, self-discipline and degradation, order and chaos, freedom and shackles - and it is this invisible

Everything shapes the Him you see."

"Medici, our time as human beings is short, but the length cannot measure its value."

After a long silence, Medici breathed out.

"So, what are you going to do?"

When there is only one person doing something, the hope will be very slim, but if it is done by a group of people, the hope will be relatively greater.

And "Amon" is such a large group.

"So, leave the matter of collecting the memory fragments of the Hanged Man to 'us'." Amon said in a relaxed tone, "I don't have as many affairs as you to deal with, so I am the best person to do this."

Thoth sighed tiredly, "Can you stop sounding like you're going to the beach to pick up shells?"

"You are too nervous. Didn't I just borrow ten years of good luck from Ourolius? Moreover, Medici has also established an overall connection with 'us', and he and his descendants will share it for me.

The true Creator’s extreme emotional contamination should be reduced as much as possible to reduce mental stress.”

"Is there anything else I can do to help? If you need it, you can get a few 'Mysterious Reappearances' from me, but remember to return them after you use them."

"No need, just give me a blessing."

"That's it?" Thoth exclaimed, "You don't actually plan to kill me with a knife?"

Amon's mouth twitched slightly: "What image do I have in your mind..."

"You love to joke." Thoth smiled slightly, "Then... I wish you and I will meet again soon."