"Hmm, how odd." The voice in Randall's head said, and Randall sighed.
"What is interesting?" He asked with a groan. The voice was scary at first, then weird, but now it was just annoying as the dude never shut the fuck up.
"Well, someone or something recently roused a nest of sleeping demons a little ways away from here. Why they are there, even I'm not sure, but in the past hour or so, I've felt several of them die off." The voice said, and Randall paused.
"Demons??" He asked, bewildered at that coming out of nowhere.
"Yes? Did I not mention that?" The voice questioned, and Randall threw up his hands.
"No, actually. Amidst the hundreds of ways you want to skin Osidious alive, you failed to mention the denizens of hell being close by. Hell, I never actually believed they existed." Randall said in a huff, and the voice chuckled.
"Oh. Hmm... I thought I did Demons are indeed real, and these o are relatively close. The strangest part about the whole thing, and the most frutioustis, is that I can sense Osidious Vanir in the same area as them. I believe he is the one killing them." The voice said, causing Randall to shutter.
"Of course the prick can kill demons. Why not? What makes it frutioustis?" Randall seethed, and then asked the question.
"Well, given his current level of power, I'm not sure he'll be able to defeat the demon that is at the center of it all. I can sense at least two greater demons, as well as something stronger..." The voice said, chuckling at the end.
"So, do you think the demons will kill him?" Randall asked.
"I do believe it's possible." The voice replied.
Honestly, that would be a pleasant turn of events. He had spent so long dormant, disembodied that he was, that he had gathered a substantial amount of divine energy. If Osidious were to die to the demons, he could take full advantage of that without even having to fight him directly. He could detach himself from this boy, and get to Osidious's corpse before his mana left his body.
The little Godling would be a perfect host for his consciousness, as it was a body still growing in strength. How much he couldn't be sure, but from what he could tell, it was immense and still growing even now. He couldn't think of a better way to get back at that Greek asshole than using his own spawn against him. Madness and rage filled him just thinking about it.
His own body was destroyed long ago. The fact that he yet existed, even in this form, was a testament to his wrath. When his body was destroyed, his soul had remained, but he remained in a dormant state for a very long time, and fell to this lower plane. That was until, he felt the surge of energy from that boy. Osidious Vanir had the exact same mana as the one who ended his own life so long ago.
That pain, that anger, that madness, it all reawakened him upon sensing that unique mana. Yet, even while dormant, unable to move, think, or even dream, there was one feeling that never left him, and one that was all that remained of him for so long. Vengeance.
Then, when he found the origin of the mana in question, he knew just from looking at him that he was the spawn of that bastard. The one who took everything from him. And to add further insult, to mock him further, his dear wife was used in the creation of the abomination known as Osidious Vanir, as he had subtle traces of her mana as well. He could not allow that stand.
For her legacy to be tainted like this... it deserved punishment. It was inevitable that the boy would grow up to become just like his father. Those assholes and their ego driven powers always wanted more, taking by any means necessary. The boy had to die, and he just knew his wife would want it this way. Right?
None of this even touched upon his children, as he had no idea what ever became of them. If that bastard had touched them too... he snarled.
"You will pay for what you did to me. For what you did to my wife. To my family. I will end you, and your entire Pantheon." He said, but he tempered himself not too long afterwards.
His rage served him no purpose at the moment. It would only distract him. He was not a fool, however. There was a chance that Osidious would come out on top, afterall.
The boy, Randall, suddenly began to laugh, and the madness in that laughter did please him to hear.
"That's great! If that happens...if that happens, Nadia will finally be mine. No one will stand in my way." He said said with a little insanity in his tone.
The spirit did not find it important to tell the boy that this Nadia would also most likely die if Osidious Vanir also died. The boy was a little obsessed, although to be fair to him and even Vanir, the spirit could see the appeal of a woman with features such as hers. Even so, none of these mortals concerned him, and if this turn of events did bear fruit, nothing else would matter. He could go and puppet around Osidious's body, and that would be the end of it.
However, if that did not work out, he still had this boy to work with. He had originally been interested in the boy when he sensed a hatred for Osidious Vanir comparable to his own. Even if his reasons for his hatred were not as deep as his own, the boy was a little on the insane side, which worked out perfectly for him. If this boy's mind were to break, he could become the owner of this body.
It was their shared hatred for Osidious that allowed him to attach himself to this boy, yet he couldn't do anything about his predicament at the moment until the boy's mind cracked. He could also die, just as long as his body wasn't mangled too much beyond repair. Once that happened, he could take control, use this body to channel enough power to kill Osidious, and take his body instead. It would be a much better vessel than this squishy thing he was in right now. There were no other suitable beings on this plane to use to enact his vengeance but him. And he would have it.
While it was difficult for a God to use the full breath of their divine powers on the mortal plane, due to the lack of necessary mana, he had acclimated so well to this realm in his dormant state, that it was fairly easy to him now. He just lacked a damn body. Osidious didn't seem to have any issues either, although the boy seems to have grown up in this realm his whole life, and he had an absurd control over his mana despite being a Godling.
All of that being said, he still had to remind this dumbass he was attached to not to get complacent.
"Boy, remember this. Even if Vanir does not die today, there is still the original plan." The spirit said, and Randall nodded, but was still chuckling.
"Yeah, yeah. I know. You just got me excited. God I hope he dies today." Randall said wistfully. The boy truly was losing it.
It was a little amusing, this plan of his brother's. It actually didn't benefit him at all, or even get him closer to his goals directly, but it ultimately would, he had no doubt. The reason for that was that their plan was so terrible, so ridiculously stupid, that there was only a few ways that the end of that would result in. None of it was in their favor, and all of it, lead to the shattering of Randall's mind. Hell, now the spirit was almost hoping that Osidious came out on top today, just so he could see that.
He imagined a smirk playing on his old lips from so long ago.