Lord of the Mysteries: I'm Not Evil God

Chapter 29: In the Dream of Gods

Part I: Evernight's Shadowed Memory

Perspective: The Evernight Goddess

Gods do not dream.

Not because we cannot —

But because we have already become the dream.

I, who am Evernight, know this better than anyone.

For my dominion is the silence after all light dies,

And in that silence… echoes still remain.

And tonight — in the temple of silence,

I saw something I should not have.

My own past.

The dream did not begin with stars.

It began with a child.

A boy, no older than ten, stood before me.

Hair like dark threads.

Eyes wolf-like — wild, gleaming with loss.

His hands clutched a fractured mirror, and he stared at me through it.

Tears welled in his eyes.

"Why…?" he asked.

"Why did you leave me behind?"

His voice echoed like it came from somewhere both far away and inside my own chest.

I stepped closer. His form shimmered.

The mirror in his hands cracked again.

And suddenly — he was me.

"From now on… I am the Evernight Goddess," he whispered in my voice.

"You don't need to remember anymore. I will carry it for you."

Then he smiled. And vanished.

I awoke — if you can call it that, for a god.

The temple was cold, the candles unlit.

But inside me… something pulsed.

A name I had once forgotten.

Antigonus.

And a fear.

That not all of me had ascended.

That something I cast off — a child, a memory, a shard — had grown roots in the darkness…

And now wanted to return.

Part II: The Half-Fool's Warning

Perspective: Antigonus / "Half Fool"

I don't know what woke me.

It wasn't a sound, exactly.

It was like… a pull.

Like a thread tugging at the edge of my thoughts.

And then a voice spoke, like it had many times before —

But this time… it was different.

"So, you're still alive, Antigonus."

"Who's there?" I asked, instinctively reaching for my blade.

But there was nothing. Only darkness. Only fog.

Then — a chuckle.

"Me," the voice said.

And from that fog stepped someone who looked like me.

Same eyes. Same scars. Same tired weight in the shoulders.

But more... broken.

Or maybe more real.

"My name is Antigonus. And also... you can call me the Half-Fool."

"That's... my name?" I asked, unsure.

"Ah, so you're starting to remember," he said softly.

"Even after what Evernight did to you. You still remember your name."

I shook my head.

"No… I don't. I'm— I'm just a shadow. A remnant. A voice."

"Exactly," he said, stepping closer.

"That's why you need to wake up soon."

His tone turned urgent.

"If you don't… you'll lose what little identity you have left.

You'll forget your name, your path, your reason.

And when that happens… you won't die."

"Then what?"

"You'll never have existed."

He looked at me, no longer smiling.

"I'm not your enemy. I'm your last friend. The last shard of you that remembers the truth.

Wake up, Antigonus. Before the lie becomes all that you are."

He stepped back into the fog.

But before he vanished, he turned one last time.

"Don't trust the Mirror. It remembers… but it doesn't forgive."

End of Chapter 29: In the Dream of Gods