The Primordial Record

Elura's tone was colored with shock as she whispered, "I don't know if that is possible without making the choice before you, but it is now too late, and although I do not agree with you, I shall choose to respect your decision. I can't tell you what he is, but he is beyond anything from this universe."

"Beyond?" Rowan said, his long blond hair slowly turned red as he chuckled, "Mother, what do you know about the Singularity inside me."

"I know it was your greatest gift but also brought with its descent, your greatest tribulations. The Singularity was attracted to you at your birth. I will never forget the look of shock on his face when he saw what your birth manifested, I should have been more careful when I saw that look, but I did not understand how monstrous he was at that time. For when he saw it, his lust for its power had never ceased, and it gives me nothing but great joy that although he has spent millions of years attempting to unlock its secrets, he has still failed."

"He doesn't just lust for the power of the Singularity," Rowan said, "He fears it. For good reasons too, for the little knowledge he has gleaned of its purpose is beyond his understanding. Mother, when you say the power of my Father is beyond me, you're wrong… I'm beyond what he could ever imagine."

A hand gleaming with blood burst forth from his chest as the cold voice of the Third Prince whispered in his ears, "How about now? Are you beyond me?"

Rowan looked at the hand in his chest, and glanced away with little interest. Elura on the other hand appeared distraught at his wounds, his blood had stained her face and a look of both horror, fear and expectation was in her eyes.

Rowan's eyes closed, "let's find out." His eyes suddenly opened wide,

"Fiona, do it now!" Rowan whispered.

"Finally." A feminine chuckle echoed, and a fair hand emerged from Rowans shadow and entered the Third Prince's shadow that was now linked with Rowan's, it seemed to be looking for something and then it pulled and vanished back into the shadows taking with it, dozens of items and to Rowan shock and happiness, a page of his Primordial Record!

This happened very quickly and with utter silence, with no indication or disturbance in the surrounding Aether.

The Third Prince's eyes widened with surprise, and then rage, "How dare you, filthy crow! Return back my properties, or I shall turn Terminus to slag."

Only the fading laughter of Fiona Shadowsoul answered him.

Before now, Rowan had investigated all the abilities the members of the Covenant were known for, and the one that had taken most of his attention was of Fiona Shadowsoul.

She was claimed to be the best thief in the galaxy.

Like her name may have implied, she had the ability to steal the target's possessions, from items to even their abilities, using their shadows as a medium. 

She was famous for stealing all over the galaxy, and Terminus, her home world was the melting point of mercenaries and the underground elements from all over the galaxy with dozens of major powers having a stake inside of it.

The Third Prince gritted his teeth, "What does it matter, I have you now and the entirety of the Singularity, and I shall hunt for the page anytime I want." he growled like a beast, saliva pouring down from the side of his mouth, the image of a fat and cheerful man was left far behind, leaving only a being of pure avarice and lust in its place, "It was a great plan, but now it's over."

"Not yet." Rowan spoke out, "Are you not forgetting something? Or has your greed broken your mind? Tell me, O' Father, what is the color of my blood?"

The Third Prince pulled his hand away from his body and looked at the red blood pooling down around Rowan, who had collapsed only to be supported by his mother, but Rowan held a mad, bloody grin in his mouth.

"How…how did you do this?"

"You were too late… father. You blinked and you missed a single move, and that would cost you, for I will never let you bridge that gap, and you would have to watch and fear me as I get closer to your throat with each passing moment."

The Third Prince's eyes began to glow with so much red, its radiance extended from his eyes like a snake and curled around his body, and then he screamed.

In the fraction of a second before the apocalyptic shout that was about to emerge from the Third Prince's mouth, Rowan looked at the amazed look on his mother's face, and he laughed.

After all, he was no longer here. The body struggling to stand, and could only be supported by his mother, was quite different from his own.

This body was that of a Berserker Clone.

The switch happened a short while back, it was at the moment when he pushed the Divine Kingdom of Erohim into space with Astrolabe, the commotion was loud, and it did something important, it created a distraction.

He had to fool two people, Fury and the Third Prince, each of them understood a part of the picture but not the whole, so he had to present a picture that would be able to deceive both at the same time, while keeping the narrative they understood about him to the fore.

Fury had been shocked and distracted by the spectacle of such a massive Divine Palace being whisked away in front of him, of course he had seen Rowan moving with ungodly speed using a white light, but he did not know he could carry a Divine Palace eight thousand miles in length and take it into space, most importantly, his father was also not aware of that.

It was a gamble and fortunately, he succeeded, with the commotion of lifting the Divine Palace into Space, he had swapped bodies. 

 At this very moment he was in a vast room where he laid down in the most palatial and softest bed he had come across.

His eyes were closed, as he rested, he had only a single consciousness pillar still active. He hoped it was enough, for what he was about to do next.