Villain of my own novel

With that warning, I glanced back as my gaze peered through the universal stars, galaxies, and cosmos, until it landed on a certain glowing, blinding white blob that had its gaze peering back at me.

"You heard everything, right?" I asked, but I didn't really need an answer as I knew what it would be, so without waiting for an answer, I continued.

"Well, that's the whole truth, which they should know about for now. I told them about the divine laws and other things because they are already at a god's level. While Isha is already a goddess, the same can't be said about my other half, who is as strong as a god without even becoming one." I explained, noticing the extreme fluctuations in the blob's emotions, and with a flick of my fingers, I appeared right in front of it.

Flinching at my actions, the blob backed away. With a hurt sigh, "System. Retrieve the deleted data. Make Eunomia remember me." I commanded the system.

[Initiating....]

[Initiated task completed.]

With a massive wave of emotions, Eunomia turned herself into a cute, doll-like child, wearing a fairy dress, before she lunged herself towards me, embracing me with her small hands around my neck, as I supported her by placing my right arm behind her knees and patting her back while she began to sob.

With that, she should have remembered all of her "deleted" memories, in which existed all the moments we spent together as a father and daughter, every single moment from the moment I poured her a consciousness. I had showered her with all the love I had for her, not in the least excessively as I spoiled her like crazy. Of course, I would! She was my daughter, and she had every moment a daughter should have with her father, sadly, which included even parting. I deleted her memories, hoping she won't be burdened by it too much. If she went crazy since I went missing, many galaxies and universes would have ceased to exist, but once I was sure where I was, I hoped to have her retrieve her memories, but since I was trapped inside my other half, I wasn't able to.

She, who was burdened with the responsibility of an omniscient being, gained a sense of self and her childlike nature because of me, since there was no way in hell that I would have left my daughter with all that sh*t tonne of responsibilities.

I had even gotten very angry when my other half was cursing at the system in the beginning, not that I was able to do anything. It was also because of my influence on his emotions that he was able to accept the fact that Eunomia was his daughter without even questioning it, neither thinking too much about it nor finding it weird.

"Now, now, why is my sweet daughter crying? I didn't ask the system to make you remember who I am for this!" I patted her back gently.

"How dare I make my lovely daughter cry?!" I muttered in a huff and knuckled the back of my head, prompting a soft giggle from Eunomia.

"Why didn't you tell them the complete truth, papa?" Eunomia asked, ignoring her own hurt state.

"Well, there are only a few things I hid from then. I haven't told them of the fact that it was only after you came into existence that the divine laws were forced to take a step back, which then finally allowed the gods and the goddesses to interfere with the worlds in the higher realm." I said, pretending to not have noticed how embarrassed she was from crying like a kid.

"Then, why didn't you tell mama about "that" truth, papa?" Eunomia asked as she leaned back with her back supported by my hand, staring at me with a small puff on her cheeks.

Resisting the urge to bite her puffy cheeks and knowing what she was talking about, "Because if she knew that she is the reason that the loopholes in the divine laws exist in the first place, then she wouldn't hesitate to go on a hunting spree, killing all the gods that betrayed her, the instance that she knew of that truth. I didn't; no, I couldn't bring myself to talk to her about it because she isn't strong enough yet, it wasn't that I thought she was weak, it's just that I definitely don't want to see her get hurt again. I explained my reasoning.

"Then why did you lie to your other half and not take over the body instantly? I know that there is nothing like a strong soul that wouldn't fit in a weak body. If something like that existed, then none of the humans would be able to live in their bodies right now. And you would have been able to get accustomed to that body of yours by the end of the day." Eunomia looked at me with her eyes twinkling with curiosity.

Patting her head, I said, with a crazed, cruel smile creeping up on my face, "Hope. To give him a hopeless hope—that he could do something to become whole without me. Which was also the reason I warned him before sending him back entirely. Planting a seed of a "possibility" in his mind, as he doesn't even realise that he is me and that there is absolutely nothing he could do without my knowledge, no matter what and no matter how."

"Why go that far? He is you, and you are him...." Eunomia said, but I cut her short.

"No, Eunomia, he is me, but I'm not him. I won't say that he is inferior to me or that his suffering is lesser than mine, or some bullsh*t like that, since while my suffering was mine, his suffering was mine too. It's not that I'm blaming him or asking him to share my suffering as I did; those are just facts. I know too much about the world to be him, while he knows nothing to be me; if he knows everything and he manages to retain even a bit of his ignorant personality at the end of it, then I would praise him for it, but he can never be me, nor do I want him to become like me." I explained.

'It just hurts too much. If I am given the option to give up and move forward on the same thorny path, then I would rather keep moving forward than give up my previous experiences, wasting them.' I kept those thoughts to myself.

"And I will go that far because he is yet to be punished for hurting Isha like that."