Lord Of Mysteries: Help Me!

As Kieran gazed upon the beautiful Tudor-Trunsoest United Empire, breathing in the freshest air of his life, he felt a chill run down his spine as two warm, delicate arms enveloped him.

A soft, melodious voice came from gently parted lips. "Beautiful, isn't it, Kieran?" He nodded in affirmation, replying in a deep yet somewhat gruff voice, laced with tenderness, "Yes... yes, I suppose it is. However, it is still a dream, a fleeting one that won't last as long as 'they' still covet our planet."

The petite figure that barely reached his waist twitched slightly. "Yes, I guess that's true. But the question is, are you going to do anything about it?" Practically feeling the mischievous smile on Amon's face, Kieran responded with a smile of his own.

"I need a matured Manhal fish's eyeball, 35 milliliters of goat-horned blackfish blood, 80 milliliters of purified water, 5 drops of autumn crocus essence, 13 grams of cow teeth paeonol powder, 7 petals of elf flowers, and I also need a monster beyonder characteristic. Don't forget to prepare a room with an open roof for me."

Amon startled but quickly regained composure, chuckling. "If you're planning on taking two potions at once, don't— you'll just die—" However, Kieran's sharp voice cut Amon off. "I know you can just steal my beyonder characteristics the moment things go too far."

With a soft retraction, Amon's voice came again. "If that's the case, I'll be disappointed. Your performance showed me I can believe in you, so for my husband's sake, I'll do this favor. Oh, and I'm pregnant."

With those shocking words, Amon vanished, leaving Kieran to slowly walk back inside. He slumped onto the already washed bed, thinking, Step one of my plan to become an Angel King—or at least an angel to survive this mess—is underway. Though it came at the small cost of not being able to feel my penis for a while.

However, that didn't matter. What mattered was that he wasn't going to raise those kids. It was unlikely they'd stay alive long enough for Amon to truly care for them, and he figured he had about ten years max before Amon would either parasitize them or he'd be out of their lives by then. There is no shame in being a deadbeat dad.

As Kieran prepared for his new role, Amon appeared beside him, covered in blood. "I've already taken the liberty of preparing the potions and characteristics, so all you need to do is follow me and take them." Kieran wanted to vomit briefly at the heavy smell of blood.

He got up and extended his hand to Amon. She smiled and raised her right hand, and Kieran gently held it as he softly drew her into his chest. Amon let out a brief chuckle. "Last night taught you well. However, next time, do note I won't be so 'passive.'"

Kieran nearly shouted in response, You call that passive? You broke my waist sixteen times and ripped my back open three times, you crazy bitch! Yet his expression showed none of his inner thoughts as he tagged along with Amon through the castle, which could easily fit a large village.

They reached a door above which hung a portrait of Amon, presumably a self-portrait. Kieran admired the impressive skills displayed in the painting before ignoring it, stepping through a faintly glowing door that led to a room with stars far above and a shining red moon. He glared at Amon, who merely shrugged.

"I mean, if you're going to go mad, at least do it in the eyes of those 'gods.' Now, don't mind me; I've already stolen my ears, so I'll just be watching." Amon pulled out a lawn chair and popcorn, looking at him with anticipation.

Kieran let out a sigh before getting on his knees. "Ohh, I remember this part. I think you were on your knees for like 17 minutes." Ignoring Amon, he took a deep breath and prayed.

"Oh great, The Eternal Cycle; The Predestined Destiny; Embodiment of Cause, Effect, and Process; Symbol of Past, Present, and Future, I humbly pray for your gaze. Mighty Circle of Inevitability, I beg you to bestow upon this unworthy one your blessing of sequence 9 corresponding to the dancer pathway. I pray you, oh Lord, who is the Great Old Dominator, the Essence Above the Sequences."

After Kieran finished his prayer, an invisible door seemed to open and close swiftly, its timing uncertain. He gently took hold of the dancer potion, bowing down 22 times for each direction before handing it to Amon.

Without shame and with a stoic face, he prayed once again, then went to Amon and mouthed a request for a worm of time. Amon shrugged and tapped her monocle, throwing one at him. He skipped back to where he had been praying and continued, "The Lord of Dimensions; The Eye Overlooking the Mortal Realm; The Source of All Fantasies; The Creator of the Painting World. I pray to you, great High-Dimensional Overseer. I beg you to cast your almighty gaze upon me, for I selfishly ask to become your sequence 9 shaman."

"I know I am not worthy of such. I sacrifice a worm of time to even catch a chance of you hearing my prayer. I kneel, I beg, I sacrifice, oh almighty who knows of the higher truth."

With complete seriousness, he lifted both hands containing a singular worm of time, causing another "door" to appear and disappear. Another potion was placed neatly on the floor, which he handed to Amon before praying one last time.

"Oh great Inextinguishable Ravings; The Philosophical Essence; The Inextinguishable Ravings; The Symbolism of Life's Spirit; The Eternal Consciousness, your most loyal believer prays for you to—" However, he couldn't finish before a bottle appeared in front of him.

Finding this strange, Kieran frowned, noticing the stars shining brighter than before. Double-checking to ensure he wasn't hallucinating, he shrugged, dismissing this knowing that this won't affect him for another 1399 years, give or take. He walked over to Amon, who stared at him in amazement, surprised he hadn't turned into goo or a flesh monster—or something worse.

Amon smiled brightly before handing him potions and a few strange, almost alive things that couldn't quite be called objects, resembling organs. Taking a deep breath, he thought, Alright, this either works or I go crazy and die. Either way, dying would be a miracle in this world.

With what could be his last joke, he drank and "ate" everything at once. His eyes bulged as he looked into the sky, feeling what could only be described as a high. He blurted out, "So this is what it feels like—ascension past ordinary and into something beyond. Truly, this is PEAK."

His brain felt like it was going to explode as information flooded in, and he saw the stars with spirit vision. He tripped out, seemingly seeing everything in the universe, giving birth to himself, dying, and becoming a star—no, an eye staring at himself.

Blood streamed from his eyes, yet all he could think was, This is amazing! The smells, the knowledge, the feelings—seeing everything as it should be. Truly a dream one would wish would never end.

How could they, when they felt each vibration of the universe, and what was higher than that, and so on to infinity? Then he stopped. An eye—not just any eye, but the High-Dimensional Overseer! Ah, I see now.

He was digesting everything to its fullest because of his past actions while just taking them for the first time. Hahaha! This is so peak! Wait, can I—?

Thinking of something he often wished to do, he opened his mouth. "I taste colors and I smell music! Yes, yes, yes! This is no madness; this is enlightenment! Amatoba, for I have seen heaven! Amatoba, for I have become a great bodhisattva! Praise be the Buddha, and offer the alms of my previous 776 past lives to you, leveling the 777th one with the rest."

Unknowingly, Kieran began hanging upside down in the air, arms outstretched. "This is my peak! Therefore, I shall not go into madness, nor shall I fall into corruption! Praise be to you, and praise be to the Original! Amen."

( A/N: Me update because yes fuck you you'll never know my update schedule Fun Fact | With the right tools you can put an above the sequence in something like a puppet and after a few rituals make it into a semi sefirot anyway if you have a certain someone who was just ''born'' you can do something a little more enough nearly spoiling to plot i'm just going to turn this thing in )