Grants words were of little comfort to me as he took my pulse, giving me a reassuring smile, " your Meridians look amazing. They are comparable to master cultivators. Your really lucky, or your body must be special; either way, you would have been crippled, your quite luckily." He voiced, slapping my back.

With a bitter smile, I stared at my body covered in filth and blood. Grant, seeing my plight, grinned not like his usual self before waving his arm. Causing all the impurities on my body to be washed away, similar to an illusion, thanking him, I informed him what happened inside the cube. It would be foolish not to; secrets kill especially when I'm so weak.

His eyes grew big like two saucers before he suddenly faded from my view, returning with Grandfather, who had a shocked expression. Tears fell from his face as he kowtowed towards the cube pounding his head madly against the pavement.

My feelings were rather ambiguous as I stared at my grandfather praying towards a demon-like entity like he was Jesus Christ, but I still maintain a graceful smile.

Turning his attention towards me, he chuckled, his snowy beard shivering with euphoria, "Do not cultivate for the next few months; your body needs time to adapt. Go to your room to rest. I will start making preparation for you later."

His words confused me, but I bowed before making a swift exit. My body felt completely different...especially my vital Qi. Everyone, including the demonic beast Vital qi, was red, but mine seemed to have turned black as ink.

Lamenting at myself, falling deeper into the rabbit hole the longer I cultivated I scowled, before taking a long bath. Dunking my head into the warm flowing water, I screamed, feeling frustrated at my situation.

People trying to kill me, a damaged soul, and now a fucked up cultivation. Grandfather had said to wait a few months, but I'm sure my body will adapt quickly in a few weeks, if not days. It was created to be highly adaptive.

Marching out of the bath, I laid naked on my bed, not finding the energy to even dry or cloth myself. Closing my eyes, I fell into the deep dark abyss of darkness.

I did not know how long I had slept, but by the time I opened my eyes, I could see my parents worried expression as they took me into their arms. "Daman it, Arsène! You really gave us a scare." Mother shouted in tears.

"Did I sleep for a year again," I questioned in a panic, looking down at my clothed body?

Flicking my head, Father snorted, "A week, Lord Grant said you received the ancestors legacy; that's why you were so tired. But we had expected you to sleep for a day or two, not an entire week." He said, gripping my shoulder, quivering ever so slightly.

Grinning, I patted mother's head before kissing her cheek, "was mama bird missing her baby. hehe"

Mother's eyes teared up a little more as she nodded, her golden eyes sparkling, "of course, Richter is not here to play with mama. So all she has left is her youngest." she happily said, taking me by the hand.

Mother was happier than usual as we spent the day together. The next day, however, I was forced by that demon Grey to attend class. Seeing everyone present, Victoria had a gorgeous grin present as she handed me another spear, "Something like that will not ever happen again," She promised.

I couldn't help but disagree inwardly, remembering the blood bath that happened yester...a week ago. Then there was also that insane man that appeared daring to call my mother a whore.

Humming in response, I returned to my seat before looking over the spear technique that Demon had gifted me, "Demonic Spear of Order,"

It was quite contradictory as demons represented chaos, while devils order. Smirking at the thought, I stared at the image of a Demon holding a demonic, almost sacrilegious spear in his hand as he stared up in disgust at the heavens.

His figures were blurred...again...but there was something off about him, or rather there was a deep calling for him as if he was whispering in my ear "Arsène~ " he would call.

With a smirk, his spear shot forward, shattering space, time; everything seemed to distort as a humongous black hole began to form from the void created by his spear.

A chill filled my body as I opened my eyes in horror. No one seemed to have noticed...well, maybe Yura's inquisitive eyes were staring dead at me.

"Am I sexy," I hastily asked, sending her a cute wink. Trying not to seem guilty of something...Although I had no reason to.

Like a block of ice, she didn't seem to respond as she turned her head. I could see a clear annoyance on her face as I laughed, "You are quite interesting...tell me, are you a Soul Bender." I said with a murmur.

Her eyes grew wide with distress as she abruptly rose, drawing her silver sword from her waist. Her amethyst eyes glimmering with killing intent and fear.

Her mannerism, her eyes, her aura...her beauty all of it reminded me of someone who was far above the average masses. She didn't have the same innocent look most of the kids had in this class had but rather a deep, profound stare. I knew that I wasn't a Soul Bender like my uncle had claimed but letting him believe that was well within my interest.

"Yura is there a reason you have drawn your weapon." Victoria inquired

Snickering, I smiled innocently, "President Yura, have I insulted you." Holding back my laughter, I could see a maddening glare from Yura as she sat back down. Puffing her cheeks with a light shade of a blush as she glared daggers into her desk.

"HAHAHA," Unable to hold it, I burst into laughter at her embarrassed expression. Victoria gazed snapped towards me as her fist struck down on my head, "Damn it, stop annoying everyone around you."

Rubbing my head, I could feel it swell. Tears filled my eyes as I stared pitifully at Victoria, "She drew her blade at me. Why are you hitting me."

Punching me a few more times, Victoria snorted cutely, "You most likely deserved it," She claimed righteously.

Cursing under my breath, I closed my eyes, ignoring everything else in class before replaying the scene I saw deep within my Mind Palace.

The way he held his spear, the way he thrust, the way he flicked his wrist. Everything was completely recorded before I began reading the Demonic Spear of Order manual. This manual had about nine Demonic artes and its own technique for battling.

However, to my surprise, my nose slowly began bleeding the moment I began staring at the first movement of the demonic Spear of Order Technique, Crimson Rain. Blood gushed over my uniform as I fell from my desk. I could feel my brain slitting as I cried out, slamming my head into the floor with a heavy thud.

Victoria and everyone stopped what they were doing before rushing towards me in a panic. Holding me down from shattering my skull against the pavement. They shrieked in panic, calling for help.

But the tortuous pain would not stop; my eyes slowly began to bleed as the first image kept flickering inside my mind. Hours passed by like seconds before my screams slowly began to fade. I had wished to faint, but the sweet release of darkness never came.

In my despair, my body began to pulse as a strange marking suddenly appeared across my body like a serpent coiling around its victims. Yura's cold amethyst eyes grew wide as she shivered. Various emotions drowned her angelic face as she stared at me in disbelief.

The horror that I felt slowly began to die as I closed my eyes falling deep into the darkness that I so desperately wished for.