God of Gods of Hallownest (Hollow Knight Fancfic)

Chapter 2

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"...What?..."

The word almost didn't leave His mouth when he opened His eyes. The fact that He even could open His eyes was weird enough. For He was supposed to be dead.

Unlike His first death, where He deliberately left His old body and took the form of a small bug. His second death was supposed to be His last. Like for any other God, it was supposed to be His eternal slumber, one where He would never awake. And for a time He felt like He was dead. But not now.

With His eyes open He looked around, unsure of what was happening. However He didn't need to see much, for He was in a place that was constantly haunting his mind.

He was in the Abyss.

'...Why?...' He tried to understand. For but a moment ago He was in His throne room, dying from the poison He unleashed on Himself.

After everything that He has done, all the people He has doomed, He fled. A small part of Him said it was the last thing He could do. That maybe without Him there She would stop Her infection. But He knew why He was fleeing.

He was hiding from shame, anger and fear. He fled because He couldn't deal with all of His mistakes. He fled to die alone, isolated from everything and everyone.

He just so happened to speed up the process when, in a fit of rage at himself, destroyed the kingsmoulds nearby, letting the Void inside of them spill and corrupt the once pristine throne room and himself. He deserved to die.

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So why was He here? Why was He in the metal platform that lead to the Abyss? Why was the door to the Abyss at His back, completely open?

As if to answer all His questions He hears it. The pitter-patter of small footsteps. His heart sunk.

'A nightmare.'  He knows why now. The answer was so obvious.

He knew the stories of the The Nightmare King and His Grimm Troupe, so why He didn't think of the answer before he didn't know. He was having a nightmare. He was having a nightmare  because The Grimm Troupe finally came to... His... kingdom...

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...His kingdom... fell...

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The Pale King fell to His knees. In fact He was barely holding back tears. He scraped his claws in the metal beneath him.

'Even after everything... It was all for nothing?... After all the disgrace I caused...' In His mind was the image of His Root leaving the White Palace, along with the image of-

The pitter-patter stepped in front of Him. He hesitated, but ultimately raised His head to see what He knew He would see. But even then, all He could do was start crying.

In front of Him was His child. The one titled Hollow Knight. The one He raised to be a perfect vessel. The one who He deprived of a childhood in hopes to use them as a tool. The one He abandoned like everyone else. The one who is either dead or being tortured by Her. The one who He forsaken.

Even in death He couldn't have peace of mind. He deserved it, He understood it, but He thought after dying He could be put to rest and stop feeling guilty.

He remembers what happened after the vessel ascended and presented themselves to Him. He started speaking those danmed phrases that He trained just so He could say them now.

'No cost too g-'

His thoughts were cut short when, from the Abyss, raised a shadow. A giant shadow made of Void, with many horns and tendrils. It had eyes too, eight of them, looking, glaring at Him.