Kaly explained everything Nier needed to know about the power of Unlimited, her embrace not faltering even now.

On the other hand, Nier seems to grasp the explanation and the power he would receive upon returning to his reality. It was a single ability, yes, but it allowed for limitless possibilities in terms of usage in the general aspect of things.

However, he knew what was expected of him in exchange for his resurrection.

But at least for all these troubles, he would be leaving here with an amazing ability.

'Hmmm... Unlimited is definitely versatile; even now I'm thinking of ways on how to use it.'

Nier said to himself, but at the same time, he remembered something; it was the ceremonial dagger. As such, his attention shifted towards the bed, and there it was; the dagger was still present. For this reason, he walked towards the bed, Kaly in arms, as the woman was like a leech; she didn't want to let Nier go at all.

But Nier picked up the dagger, his many eyes looking at it as he said.

"Ummm, Ahhh... k-Kaly."

He said slightly, nervous, eyes fixed on the weapon as he asked what he wanted to ask for a while.

"What exactly is this dagger supposed to do?"

Kaly's lips curled into a slow, knowing smile as she began to answer.

"That, my dear Nier, is an Azgoth Fragment."

Kaly explained to Nier as she continued.

"Though among the Outer Gods, it's more commonly called a Formos."

Nier listened carefully to Kaly's words; his reaction was evident by saying.

"Ah, I see... it sounds like something very important."

"Oh, it is... really and truly what you are holding is something rather dangerous, just as it is important."

Said Kaly, as she went to explain in further details.

"You see, every Herald of an Outer God like me carries one. It's more than a weapon, that much I will tell you; but only special heralds have these, because each was made by fragments of the first matriarch; it's purpose, you can say, is, Hmmm... how can I put this? Well, I guess a gateway for sacrifice."

"...s-s...Sacrifice?"

Nier stops at the very words, but Kaly just continues with her explanation, giggling at her explanation. As she walked up to Nier, looking down at the dagger, she traced a clawed finger down the pulsing edge of the blade, though it didn't cut her.

"Hehehe... You're just... so damn cute when you're worried."

Kaly teased Nier, her voice soft but dripping with amusement.

Then her tone shifted into a more calm but serious one, looking at the ceremonial weapon in his hand.

Nier's grip tightened at her stare, and this made Kaly chuckle, the sound like silk brushing over glass.

"But yes, you heard me right; it's a weapon only used for sacrificing things to me. What makes Formos so special is that it's completely unbound. It was forged from fragments of the First, meaning it can kill or hurt pretty much everything and anything. Like Flesh, spirit… or even invisible things that you normally can't touch."

She leaned in a little closer, eyes gleaming.

"But it's not some mindless weapon. It only truly wakes when sacrifice is involved. It's a ceremonial weapon for a reason. Meant for ritual of the highest order. You can't just swing it around and expect it to work. But if you offer something, anything, on an altar for me?"

She smirked.

"Then it doesn't matter what stands in your way. This blade will kill it, and what is offered to me will be sent to me as an offering from you to me; of course, you will come to know sacrifices are very important."

"Really, why so? You make it sound like something essential?"

Neir asked.

After all, Nier himself has had his fair share of the weird before, but this was something on a completely different level.

Kaly, of course, said this for a reason, as she began explaining.

"Anything can be killed with this blade, if it's offered on the altar, of course. Altars matter. Especially mine. You'll need to learn how to set it up properly as well. An alter is basically a gateway to your God, so when making it, you make to establish a connection to said being."

Kaly's voice softened, almost fond.

"And when you make a sacrifice, I grow stronger. I've said that already, but it's worth understanding why. Every offering you give to me lets me collect something we Outer Gods called a Waking."

"And before you ask, let me explain what a Waking even is, and why it is the most important thing to an Outer God's power in the ranking system. A Waking is basically recognition, pure authority incarnate. It's the status of existence among Outer Gods. The more Wakings an Outer God holds, the higher they stand in power. Even a single Waking of just +1 above another is enough to elevate me beyond countless others that is is +1 behind me."

Nier was quiet for a moment, weighing the weight of her words.

But he states his mind nonetheless.

"So… it's like influence?"

Kaly's lips twitched.

"In a sense, but recognition isn't as simple as influence. It's deeper, more... woven. Outer Gods gain Wakings when their existence is acknowledged; when their reach grows, when their names carry meaning and purpose in the Material. Outer God's, by definition, are already beyond things in the Material Sphere; the only thing we are not beyond is "Mother" and other Outer Gods with higher Waking's than themselves... But that's where things become difficult."

Nier, raise a brow, many of them, to be precise...he was still trying to get used to this inhuman form, but asked his question.

"Is this because of the whole human fears of your kind pushing you guys into the unknown, which in this case is the Immaterial Sphere?"

Kaly nodded at his words as she replied back.

"Yes... kinda... but not really; humanity pushing us back is a kind of complex story in itself."

Kaly said as a shadow of annoyance flickered across her face.

"You see, humanity as an entity is both a good thing and an equally annoying thing. Tell me what do you think humanity is if I were to ask you that question blindly?"

"Well, humans are well humans, I guess; I know nothing but humans, because up until now, I was nothing but human."

Said Nier, and Kaly nodded once more.

"You are right, but you are also wrong; the vague idea of humanity is far more than that. Humanity, as an idea, is beneath us. Insignificant, yet infuriatingly important. Humanity embodies life and all the potential life can create. When I speak of humanity, I don't mean just humans. I mean everything born of life. Every creature, every thought, basically everything."

She began to pace slowly but soon stretched outwards into more deeper importance.

"Humanity's fear of beings like me runs deeper than instinct; it's a primal dread carved into the very fabric of life. Because life, in all its forms and potential, recoils from what it cannot comprehend. That fear becomes a wall, an insurmountable barrier dividing two realms: the fragile sliver of reality they can grasp, that being the Material Sphere, and the unfathomable abyss that exists beyond their understanding, the Immaterial Sphere."

"Their minds teeter on the brink of an unseen chasm, their fragile reality compressed into a brittle cage of reason and delusion. They clutch desperately at what they can grasp, numbers, formulas, the cold scaffolding of science, as if these flimsy constructs could ward off the yawning void. For what defies their understanding, they shove into the shadows, labeling it folklore, superstition, or mere fantasy. They dress the incomprehensible in the guise of myth, a comforting lie that lets them shape it into something tame, something they can dismiss."

"But that barrier they've cobbled together is frail as ash. Beyond it lurks a horror so vast, so utterly other, that it gnaws at the edges of their sanity. It is not power or force, it is the creeping, formless dread of truths too alien to name. Their minds, brittle and unprepared, would sooner shatter into silence than face the squirming, endless nightmare waiting just out of sight. Instinct drives them to choose the abyss of oblivion over the terror of knowing."

Kaly muttered as she folded both her arms, her large breast hanging above them, anchoring in place firmly. It was clear she was annoyed, and Nier would soon find out why.

"Humanity’s collective fear of the unknown has the power to push us, the Outer Gods, back into a place where unimaginable forces exist, forces that could tear apart all of reality if they ever noticed us."

"This fear gives us strength, but if we make ourselves known too much, we risk destabilizing reality itself. Though we exist beyond everything humanity has defined as real or unreal."

Kaly explain, as her gaze sharpened as she spoke, her expression turning cold and distant.

"But yeah Wakings decide how is strong from who is inferior."

"Not through strength, nor will..but through recognition!!!"

"The more an Outer God is feared, worshipped, or even simply acknowledged, the stronger they become in the realms beyond."

"If I had to put it simply... humanity's fear is like an eldritch stock market for standing, the higher our standing is in this abstract society, the more significant in existence we are to others, look at it like this, two dollars is bigger than one dollar, so naturally 2 is above 1, so two can do way more than one ever could in reality. Their dread is the currency, and we're all fighting to rise higher."

"And when that fear festers long enough, when it embeds itself into belief, it becomes permanent. Unmovable. Fear is the only truth that cannot be erased."

"Because fear is pure. It is the idea that the insignificant must feed the undeniable, and the undeniable only allows the insignificant. The weak must fear the powerful. It has always been this way."

Kaly's smile stretched slowly, dark and wicked it was clear she was not happy, as she slithered closer to Nier, her eyes gleaming with a cruel, hungry, and desperate light.

"Oh, my beloved…

She said, her voice smooth as silk and sharp as a dagger, but fill with obsession.

"Do you understand now why I need you to build a cult?"

Her fingers ghosted along his jawline, claws barely grazing his skin, their head touch, as she look deep into his monsterous eyes.

"I need more...more recognition... Just enough… just enough to crawl one step above that wench."

"I was the fourth strongest. Until that backstabbing whore sank her claws into my spine and locked me away like some filthy animal."

"And currently speaking my Waking sits at "9,970,457," still respectable, but not enough to rip this cage apart. Not enough to strangle her in the dark like she deserves."

Kaly leaned in, her lips barely brushing his ear, as she embrace Nier in an erotic manner, her breath hot, as she whispered.

"My older sister, the one who helped me in creating you, is incredibly powerful, extremely powerful, vastly more than even the likes of me for sure."

"Yet... for some reason, no I can for fact sense it... the fear deep within her. She’s afraid of that little whore, for some unknown reason. Helping me the way she did filled her with regret. I even heard her say, 'I hope she doesn’t find out about this...

"I don’t know how she managed scare our big sister, but that little whore is probably stronger than our eldest sister now, but even so, I won’t stay here any longer doing nothing. That why, when you return to the mortal world, start gathering followers as quick as possible."

Kaly said to Nier, making him know the importance of his mission.

"It won’t be easy, but you are the Cult leader... How you go about making a cult, well that is something that I will leave up to you. And if death is your fear, then it’s the least of your worries now."

"Your soul is now part of my idea and what I represent as a cosmic fear of the unknown my beloved. Every time you die in the mortal world, your soul will simply come back to me, because you’re now a part of me...

Kaly made sure Nier really understood this, she had promised him she would turn his curse into something powerful, something he could control. And this immortality? This was her way of keeping that promise.

Now, the yandere in his life wouldn’t be a threat anymore.

Not in the traditional sense at least.

As long as he was immortal, and could come back no matter what, death wouldn’t hold the same power over him. It wouldn’t matter how many times it came for him, he could keep going.

"No matter how you die, I’ll rebuild your body and send you back. Death won’t be an end for you anymore, it’ll just be a bad memory, and a continuation from which you originally perish."

Nier listen to her explanation, he personally didnt had anything else to ask her, but more or less got the gist of it.

Honestly, this was a sweet deal. Dying had always been Nier's biggest fear. Most of his life was spent killing different women just to stay alive. He didn’t enjoy it, not really, but when you’ve got a yandere problem, you do what you have to do. He refused to be some shut-in boyfriend, chained up in a basement, all because of his curse.

But now? With this kind of immortality, along with the power of Unlimited, he started thinking carefully about how to truly live. Sure, his soul might be some eldritch horror now, but he was born human.

No way in hell did he want to spend eternity surrounded by tentacles and madness. He was already used to the pleasures of the mortal world, and there was no way he was giving that up.

So, he thought, why not do what any guy in his position would?

Capitalize on it...and go big.

As such, in this conversation, he looked at Kaly and replied.

"Alright, I think I get it now. Start a cult, perform rituals, offer sacrifices to you, and the bigger the cult and the greater the sacrifices, the more I can help you strengthen your Waking. Yeah... I get it."

At his words, Kaly smiled, her eyes softening as she looked at Nier.

"Hmm, good. I’m glad we’ve come to an understanding. And remember... I love you. But don’t forget my warning about 'unlimited.' That aside, it’s time for you to go back. I’ve already repaired your body."

Her smile lingered, warm but distant.

"I’ll always be here waiting for you whenever you die. And if you sleep, I can reach you in your dreams. Now then... are you ready to return to the mortal world?"

Nier gave a silent nod, and Kaly’s expression softened into a bittersweet smile. Without warning, she leaned in and captured his alien like lips in a deep, passionate kiss. her mouth reach into the darkness of his being itself.

Her eldritch tongue slithered around his, coiling and twisting in a way that was both otherworldly and intoxicating. She sucked on his tongue, her serpent-like appendage curling around his as if tasting every part of him. ᴜᴘᴅᴀᴛᴇ ꜰʀᴏᴍ novel·fire·net

Moments later, she slowly pulled away.

Looking at him with a satisfied expression.

Meanwhile, Kaly licked her lips, savoring his taste. Her hand lingered against her mouth as she gazed at Nier with a sultry, knowing look.

"A goodbye kiss... for now."

She said in seductive tone.

"I wanted to taste you one last time before you go. But now, for real this time, I’m sending you back. Until next time, my love."

Before Nier could even respond, Kaly raised a delicate finger to his forehead and flicked it.

The world around him shattered like glass.

Nier suddenly plunged into a free fall, the pieces of reality as he know it around him began breaking apart and scattering into the void.

He couldn’t move, his body weightless and helpless against the descent. Far above him, Kaly looked down with a faint smile, blowing him a playful kiss before turning and slowly walking away.

Her strange cabin room faded into the distance, swallowed by darkness.

As Nier continued falling, a light flickered far below. It felt... familiar. Real.

He plummeted faster toward it, the glow growing brighter and brighter until it engulfed him completely.

Then came the sound.

BEEP... BEEP... BEEP... BEEP... BEEP!

The sharp, repetitive noise echoed in his ears.

The smell of gasoline hit him next.

His eyes snapped open.

Nier found himself exactly where he had been before his death as Kaly rewinded time just a bit, inside the crumpled remains of his SUV,  at the bottom of the old highway cliff. But something was different.

The excruciating pain he had felt before was gone.

In fact, he felt better than ever.

He glanced around, his seatbelt still strapped tightly across his chest. Slowly, he looked down at his hands, flexing his fingers. They were perfectly intact, no cuts, no bruises. His legs, too, were completely healed.

Turning to the shattered window beside him, he caught his reflection in the cracked glass. His hair was matted with dried blood, but there were no wounds on his head. Not even a scratch.

All the pain, all the injuries he had suffered; they were gone.

Only his clothes told the story of what had happened, torn and shredded, barely hanging onto his body. His flesh was whole, but his tattered clothes clung to him like a memory of the crash.

Nier at this moment was puzzle, he remembered coming out of the SUV, but it seem Kaly put him in the spot were he was prior before death, but either way, he sighed to himself, and said while taking a deep breathe in and out.

"... Welp that just happen... I am glad to be alive though... now then, lets get the fuck out of here."