Lord of the Mysteries: I'm Not Evil God

Chapter 15: The Mirror That Shows God

Perspective: Velkaris, The Faceless Sovereign

It began with the world forgetting.

And it would end with the Fool doing the same.

Velkaris no longer needed to spread rumors. The world did it for him.

Each whisper of doubt, each misremembered myth, each person calling the Witness by the wrong name—

—that was worship.

Not of belief. But of uncertainty.

And Velkaris ruled uncertainty.

"Eiren will resist," said the Mirrorbound Seer.

"The Fool will protect him," said the Whispering Choir.

"He carries both truth and love," said the dying angel.

Velkaris only smiled.

"I carry all three. I always have."

He stepped into the fog of belief, shaped himself from their stories, and put on a new mask.

A flesh-and-blood identity to walk among them once more.

He chose the oldest symbol of divine judgment.

He called himself:

Adam.

The world didn't reject it.

It accepted.

Because Adam was believable.

More believable than a faceless lie.

More controllable than a witness.

More comfortable than a god of forgotten emotion.

And so Adam walked the streets.

And where he stepped, people forgot the difference between Velkaris and truth.

Meanwhile…

In the Court Above the Gray Fog, the Fool felt it.

A tremor. A falseness seeded into his own throne.

It was subtle. He almost missed it.

Then he found a note written in his own script.

But it wasn't his hand.

"The best trick, Fool, is the one that even you believe."

Amon smiled from the shadow between two Tarot cards.

"You've been tricked, little puppet king."

Klein turned — but Amon had already taken his seat. Already speaking with his guests. Already wearing Klein's face.

"Who's the real Fool now?"