Loved by the Divine?

Damon had an effect upon him called Godly Affection. What it was and its abilities was fully a mystery, though the who was quite a bit more obvious to him.

But why? A Goddess was affectionate towards him? And not just any Goddess, no, it was the current supreme Goddess of the universe, at that.

Damon was sitting straight up, vigilant on his throne, questioning why she would have such affection for him that it would register on the system. And as a Status Effect, no less. What was it doing to him? Damon had no idea. Nor did he really care, as it was affection, as opposed to hatred or some other negative emotion, but why him? She hadn’t really liked him, or not openly, at least, and why should she? He hadn’t forgotten what he’d done to her Chosen, and she wouldn’t have, either.

“So… Why do I have your affection? What have I done to earn it? To… To earn anyone's?” Damon glanced about his throne room, the mighty, lonesome chamber he’d created with borrowed magic. He pondered the floating continent with which his home was atop. Achieved through borrowed magic, as well. Helping Elyra? Being GIVEN Ember as a reward from an, again, borrowed system. He’d brought Dirpe to his side with the very Gold he’d finagled from Elyra’s own new Kingdom, her new home, did that affect their prosperity, her prosperity? If it did, he hadn’t cared, and with that his heart sunk. He’d all but **** Dovei to be his with his borrowed might, he hadn’t helped Dalia out of kindness, and he hadn’t brought Lorelai to him with his own charisma or natural fate, or whatever she’d stated it was she’d found appealing about him.

What did all that make him? A fake? A fraudulent figure forged from an incompetent husk? What the fuck had he done to be worthy of it? Of the title of the Dragon King? Of all the powers he’d been given? Damon wasn’t worthy of any of it? Was he? He surely didn’t feel like it.

What was a good person? One who would help unconditionally, one who, even in times of trouble, always saves those he can, and mourns those he couldn’t. One who wouldn’t put his own comfort in the sky, away from the endless troubles, or the infinite problems of the world?

‘I ran away. I haven’t helped anybody. What have I done?’ Damon's gaze narrowed, he felt sick for the first time since he’d come to this world, he began hyperventilating.

“What have I done?” He whispered, looking at his hands in dismay, before gently placing the sleeping duo to the side, drawing forlorn whimpers from the both of them, then drearily standing from his throne. He closed his eyes, and activated the Insight Of the Bountiful Edge. Alongside the sudden, immense aching within his head, he could see the world. The entire thing. And within a moment, his vision closed in on every single being he’d made an impact on with his borrowed might.

In the countless perspectives he was seeing, in the Kingdoms under the Elyra and Dalia, he saw many people living their lives, many happy and healthy, some with far better conditions than before he’d come here, and many more receiving in due time, but that wasn’t his doing. What were his contributions to any of the improvements that’d been brought about?

The only things he’d done personally, have been bloodshed. Any issues he’d experienced had been resolved with significantly brutal actions, never taking a moment to think critically, to even consider another course of actions.

But without that bloodshed, the happy people of their Kingdom wouldn’t be happy. Under Elyra’s rule, they’ve had peace and prosperity, if I hadn’t brutally dismembered the Duke, and hadn’t removed the corrupt king, and hadn’t put her on the throne, none of it would’ve happened. And, if I hadn’t killed that poisonous king and enthroned Dalia, the sickly nature of the kingdom would’ve continued.

So. That's one thing, or maybe two. “If putting Elyra and Dalia on their thrones is the only good thing I’ve brought to this world, then, is that enough?”

His hands were shaking, his breathing becoming quicker and quicker, his newly, golden hued eyes going hazy, as he stumbled backwards, he fell to the ground, as a heavy thumping pulsed in his skull, he closed his access to the Boundless Insight, but the pressure was still present, and only getting worse.

The thumping continued, like the worst migraine he’d ever experienced times a thousand, and even that might not be enough to describe it. The pressure made his skull feel like it was going to explode.

Clutching his head in agony, he activated Boundless Time Stop, utterly freezing the entire continent floating in the sky, along with every being on it.

And after that brief preparation, he finally released a grisly, deafening scream, and if the sound were not contained by the effects of a spell, its spine-chilling sound would reach hundreds of miles away.

As the torturous torrent was pushing his skull to its limits, as Damon clutched it in an attempt to somehow alleviate it, and for the first time in his life, he felt fear.

What was happening? What's going on? Why is this happening? Damon had no idea, and he didn’t have the wherewithal to even try to imagine why.