[BL] Daily Disposable Persona

113: Little Majesty 04

What was it like to walk in the company of an evil god?

In the past, Zong Yan would have said it was a disaster.

It wasn't like he'd never tried to live with the three pillars of the original gods before, and he was on edge every day.

For example, when he saw his room filled with blood or signs of an abandoned hospital the moment he woke up, Zong Yan's first reaction wasn't to scream but to go back to sleep.

For example, when he went downstairs to the kitchen to make dinner, he sometimes opened the refrigerator and found a plate of bloody human brains or mysterious internal organs that were still wriggling. He would smoothly close the refrigerator door, pull out his phone, and skillfully order takeout.

For example, when he was soaking in the tub and noticed that his bubble bath had suddenly transformed into bright red blood, and the bubbles floating on top were now shredded entrails.

For example, when he was doing his homework in his room, he occasionally heard screams from the living room downstairs. Once Zong Yan had opened the door to take a look. Only then did he discover that this guy Nyarlathotep had lost a game, and he was so angry that he dragged the game designer from another galaxy into his private psychic space to give him a beating. The scene was so bloody it was difficult to look directly at it.

... There were all kinds of things. In short, he just got used to it.

But this time, there was clearly a difference.

Although Zong Yan couldn't have said what the difference was in the end.

He'd been pondering a question the past few days. Exactly what kind of relationship did he have with Yog-Sothoth?

If you started from an evil god's point of view, all three original proto-gods stubbornly believed that Zong Yan was one of Azathoth's streams of consciousness. Zong Yan had never agreed with that before. Now he thought there might be some truth to it, but wouldn't that mean he was Yog's father?

... Hold on, hold on, that father-son thing was a little too scary. Fortunately, evil gods didn't pay attention to familial relationships, otherwise Zong Yan would need to strike himself down with lightning.

But—what exactly was their relationship?

Zong Yan pursed his lips as he thought. Science students were probably all the same. Whenever they faced a problem they had to find an answer, otherwise they'd fixate on it until they came up with a solution.

Zong Yan had been an evil god himself. He knew how ridiculous it was for an evil god to have emotions. For them, being curious or interested in something was far more reliable than mere feelings.

But there was a faint voice inside him that kept saying: What kind of evil god would be bored enough to track down and preserve the corpse of a human? What kind of evil god would bother to celebrate a human's birthday?

Zong Yan even put himself in an evil god's shoes for a moment to try to verify his thoughts. If he'd been born as the half-self of Cthulhu, he never would have paid much attention to such an ant-like being as a "human".

"What are you thinking about?"

While Zong Yan was pondering this, the gray-haired evil god suddenly turned back to him.

As Zong Yan stared into those brilliant golden eyes he realized that none of his hesitation, doubts, or confusion were anywhere to be seen in those eyes.

It was only then that he finally sensed the reality of truly looking at the Master of the Gate.

Of the three pillars of the original gods, Yog-Sothoth was the master of knowledge. He controlled everything. He knew everything. The tentacles and eyes of his thoughts were present throughout every dimension.