Shadow Monarch Deku: Primordial of the Void

Mania II: The Suffering of an Aching Heart

A/N: Sorry it took so long (again).

For those who haven't been keeping track (like me), Project (or ShadowSovereign) has made a reboot of Shadow Monarch Deku, which I'll link.

Just found out, but sorry to those on Wattpad. I can't link it in the actual story. It'll be in the comments. I'm sorry!

Anyway, on with the shortest chapter yet.

Mania II: The Suffering of an Aching Heart

As much as immortality was portrayed in a positive light, the darkness of it is clear and constant.

One such dark shadow was the fact that, eventually, you see those mortals you care about slowly die off. The wonderfully small, short-lived beings you call friends, suddenly on their deathbed in the blink of an eye, breathing their last breaths for eternity before they enter Mania's domain.

And the downside of being the Primordial of Death is that you feel every single soul enter your body, becoming a part of you, dissolving into the very energy that keeps you alive. You feel a sense of bitter euphoria that you can survive another day, but at the cost of a precious life.

You also absorb the memories of them all.

Perpetuity brings an indescribable pain. A pain that changes the way you think, and the way you act. But there are, and always will be, little points in time that bring an enjoyment that dull out the said pain.

Mania will vehemently deny it for the rest of eternity, but the man named Izuku Midoriya has wormed his way deeper into her heart, much farther than she would normally allow. Platonically, of course. She's quite comfortable and happy being, as the humans and eternally paired Primordials say, "single." It's always peaceful and quiet.

At least it used to be.

Izuku Midoriya has brought more rowdiness and destruction into her infinite life than she would have bothered with, much to her exasperated dismay. And even if it was just a blink of an eye compared to how long she has existed, it was a lot more... fulfilling, for lack of a better term. The power she gained from the rather small bout of chaos was nothing to scoff at.

Plus, she had gotten used to the said chaos. Dare she say, it was quite fun.

However, there were always two sides to a coin.

Seeing one she held close to her heart, without conscious knowledge, perish wrought more pain than she believed it would. It was close to when her past lover faded, and joined the faded in the next dimension. Heartbreaking? No... heart wrenching would be the phrase humans use. It's quite the descriptive and apt... well, descriptor, in all fairness. And it appropriately explained the anguish she felt when she felt his soul enter her realm. Even more so as she watched his life force fade, his String of Fate severed.

It brought back more memories than she appreciated. It "hit too close to home," as humans would say.

Who would have thought that, out of all the sentient races she's ever met, it was humans who would have a rather charmingly clever way with words; the affinity to use them in ways that are... almost too fitting, like they were taught words by the Primordial of Knowledge himself.

A valid theory, and would have been the most viable if not for the fact that the Primordial is currently sleeping off the effects of the poison.

And once again, Mania is left to constantly ponder, just as she had been doing for eons prior, unknowing or uncaring about the puny little wars that were being waged across the universe, or the insignificant amount of souls that were entering her realm, devoured in mere milliseconds, unable to cleanse even a singular drop of the poison.

Why had she woken up for this war? And, if the other, already awoken Primordials were to be trusted, why not the six other wars? What made this skirmish special?

Izuku's finger twitched on the ground, drawing Mania out of her thoughts. For a few moments, the man laying on the floor kept her attention, distracting her.

"Quite the spectacle, this one. His soul alone was able to clear up a third of the remaining poison, not to mention the quality of the billions of other souls sent to me..."

Intentional or not, this war resulted in the deaths of thousands of humans. As well as the countless billions of Chaos World Inhabitants, though that was intentional. After all, no one likes foreigners invading their home, do they?

That aside, Mania sent a quick glance at Izuku's way, observing his condition, physically and mentally. Barely any progress, but that's to be expected. Not everyone, who was once mortal, is reborn into a True Primordial. Small-but-important steps, one at a time.

A flash of sadness washes over her, when looking at the weakened form of Izuku. Why? Why did she feel a tangible pain? Or, more importantly, how? Is it because they're like parasites in the way that they attach themselves to you for the rest of their short lives? Or is it something else?

Another thing is, how do they do it? How do they manage to dig their quite small presence so deep into a thought-to-be uncaring, emotionless soul of a Higher Being, one that they should be afraid of? One that they should hate, for taking the souls of their lost? One that they vehemently oppose to the point where they actively mentally destroy their self-made mascot for death? Why do they do it? Is it just part of their nature, or their social, pack-loving mentality?

The humans themselves ask similar questions to their scholars and psychoanalysts (another strangely appropriate word), but none get the answer they're truly satisfied with, nor do they ever think they've found it. And even if they eventually get to the said answer, they'd be unhappy with that, too, looking for even more answers to questions that get brought up.

Maybe that cycle of questions is the solution itself, or what it implies. Humans don't necessarily have a tried and true way of getting imprinted on a Being's heart. It just happens because of their greed for knowledge and companions. Or maybe it's their pack mentality. These humans can find ways to get people to open up to them, to talk about their darkest secrets just because they asked a simple question, possibly "How are you," or the like when first meeting them.

And maybe that is what makes them charming. Their blatant and utter disregard to the simplicity of their first meeting; their first impression. They don't need to show all the things they can do just to ingrain their being into someone's mind, but they have the idea that the more you can do as a singular entity is highly appealing.

It's quite possible that humans have it embedded into their mind, at a subconscious, world-dominating level, that being able to do more for little in return is infinitely more impressive than not needing to do anything to gain the same amount, if not more.

Strange, no? To Mania, common sense would dictate that the outliers, or the people who don't have to work as much to gain more, would be the more attractive, as they have the necessary amount of power under their beck and call. They have the strength to gain fruits of labor even though they don't need to do much at all.

Such are the intricacies of the human mind, as confusing and convoluted as it may be. Mania could sit there, gazing off into the void, deliberating about the causes of said convolution, and the evolution of it without the interference of any Higher Being for eons, but she must stay conscious. Mania cannot be bothered by any passing thought as of now.

After all, she can't miss the birth of the  Void Primordial, can she?