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Heres a new chapter of Avalon didnt expect double release right ahahaha, i expected that there would be hate so prepared a double release just in case. BUt i guess i need to use it now to not lose my readers aahahaha. anyway hope you guys like it and dont forget to rate and stuff. You know what to do.

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Deimos’ POV:

I was held by the guards, and was escorted to the main hall, I was roughly handled, but I didn't make a sound. I carefully observed, looking around at the long corridor trying to guess where they were taking me. My small heart was beating furiously, thinking about the various scenarios that came to mind. Judging by the expression on the queen’s face coupled with the way the guards were handling me suggests that I no longer held any value in the castle, I was then held in front of two giant doors, and the queen opened them bursting inwards. Inside was the royal hall, with the kings throne at the far end with my father seated in it his face in his hands. I then canned around until I looked down and noticed something. My mother…

I had never seen such a sight before, in all my years as someone of such power I had seen enough confronting things in my life, but this was similar to when I had seem my daughter on her deathbed. I straight away new she was my mother, she had been chained, shackled and I then saw her face. They had done unspeakable things to her, her lips were eroded, her hair was left with all but none, and my heart ached, and twisted, looking at her. I knew the queen was involved her ecstatic face was all the proof I needed. I looked at her, my mind drifting into old habits, old colorful habits; I could taste her death, similar to tasting something metallic in your mouth. I wanted to break her, and break her, and break her, and break her, and break her, and break her, and break her, and break her until she was barely able to know herself, all that would be left in her mind was pain and all she would ever feel was pain. My inhumane side had come out after its long rest and it wouldn't go back until it tasted this bitch’s blood.

I looked at my father, my anger was seething, he had yet again failed to protect my mother, I knew one of the reasons my mom’s heart was so erratic when entering the castle was the countless abuse she had suffered. I knew when I saw her changing a couple of times I had seen the various bruises on her body. Everything clicked, Keres hadn’t sent me here to get powerful or have an easy life, no he had sent me here to know what truly cruelty was capable of. I saw next to my father on either side of him, two small boys were standing, one exhibiting similar facial features to my father, his head held high a disdainful look on his face. I then saw another smaller boy, he was small boy and was looking puzzled trying to understand the situation. I knew they were my two step-brothers. This gave me more ways to torture the bitch I will destroy her, and her family and make her watch as it happened.

Sitting on the right ide in a smaller throne was a big old man, of about 7 foot height looking intently at the situation, he had similar features to the bitch and it made it easy to discern that they had some blood relation to each other, and across him on his left side was woman of about 30 she had long blonde hair and was also observing the situation. I knew that these people were the Monarch level combatants of the Kislev country. The hall was devoid of anything else, making this seem as it were a personal situation.

I was sat down next to my mother, whowas hiding her face from me afraid I would cry. I looked at her and snuggled in close into her arms, sitting in her chest giving the same bright smile I always gave her. She cried, all her worries seemed to spill out, she was not afraid for herself or sad that her beautiful appearance had been deformed into a monstrous entity, but she was genuinely afraid that I would not come to her. I cried then for the first time, the woman who had looked after me with all her heart, the woman who cared for me more than anyone in my present or past life. I loved my mother, and the bastards who did this will pay.

“Let the judgement commence,” the big man bellowed.

“This lady is accused of seducing the lord with her false appearance, using it to for her own gain, and has birthed a demon child who may be as vile and disgusting as her, I as the first General and Monarch of the Kislev country advice King Gotrek to hang the villainous woman,” he bawled.

I looked at him, I knew that he was somehow related to the bitch, he had something to do with my mother I thought. He kept exchanging glances with the bitch and giving her nods. This worthless, asshole, I no longer needed proof I will destroy this fucker. Yet again a man had destroyed something I love I was bubbling with anger, I mind kept flashing back to the scene of my daughter dying I was seething with rage, but my body wouldn't respond, I was too small too feeble. I had once again broken a rule of the Godsman, ‘Always protect the ones who have protected you.”

My father looked at my mother than at me, he then looked at the two monarchs. His eye were red, and his palms were bleeding. I could see his was raging with anger. But all I felt for this man was disappointment, an absolute disappointment, he had failed to protect the woman he loves, he doesn't deserve to be husband, let alone a king. I no longer held any feelings for the man.

“That woman doesn't have any knowledge of magic whatsoever, she has not enough mana to do such a thing either, of course a man of your caliber should be easily sense that Imperius,” the 2nd monarch questioned.

“She must have used human sacrifices or something of the sort, to temporarily increase her capacity” he bellowed trying to ascertain his claims.

“Those sort of rash claims are only made by mad men, you imbecile, I will not let you kill this woman, just for something you heard from your daughter,” she exclaimed. I liked this woman, I thought.

My father, who was quite this whole time raised his voice,

“I also agree with Jeanne I will not let this sort of rash claims be justified in the court of law, I by the power vested in through the Beherit bloodline, pronounce this woman be banished and be sent to the care of Jeanne the General and the Monarch of Kilev country. This woman will no longer have any connections with the Beherit line, and her son will no longer be a Beherit. This is to ensure that on the off chance this woman is capable of such magic, she will be immediately subdued by Jeanne,” my father said, he was clearly angry a vein in his forehead raging to pop.

We were then slowly escorted with Jeanne, back to her manor, located in the mountainous region on the Northern border of the Kislev country. We were riding in her carriage, looking at each other my mothers, one eye was milky while the other was green, and Jeanne was looking intently at her.

“I am sorry for what has happened to you…” she said her voice filled with genuine concern.

“Fate has been cruel to you, but rest assured no will harm you, before Gotrek had never come to ask me anything, but he begged me for the first time, to take you and your son away from him. I don't expect you to feel any feeling for him anymore but I just wanted you to know what had happened.”

“You will be safe with me, I will look after you and your child, and you will become part of my house, you will become my first sister Ariana, I hope you will take care of me, and little Deimos, you will become my nephew, she said with a hint of light on her face,” she was genuinely sorry for what had happened to my mother.

I had seen many people and experienced first hand many acts of deceit, but I knew straight away this woman was genuine, more genuine than anyone I had ever met. I knew she would protect my mother whatever the cost.

I looked back at the castle. I looked at the towering mass of stone and concrete, I felt anger, as this place reminded me of my past life, my inadequacies in not being able to protect the things I love. I will raze this castle, I will destroy every living soul that had done harm to my mother, I will leave it ruin, and will bathe in the blood of those who have wronged my mother.

I Deimos, will destroy the queen and any and all she cares for, I will make her feel pain beyond anything anyone has ever felt. I will have my VENGEANCE…

…12 years later…

I was running up the snow peaked mountains, bare foot, wearing nothing but my inner shorts and my black cotton pants. My hot sweat was dissolving any of the snow that would fall on my body. Heat was exuding from it at the intensity of my workout. I was shirt less and was almost at the peak of the mountain. I went up scratched a line on the giant rock and came back down. The rock now had more than 9000 scratches indicating the number of times I climbed it. I ran back down my brown medium length hair flowing and my green eyes bright. My face was handsome for a 12 year old and my body was quite powerful for one as well. I had a singular goal these 12 years. I need to become stronger…

I have read almost all the books in Jeanne’s personal library and have read almost all the ones in the public library of Kislev. I had visited once month the main city since I turned 6. I ran down the mountain everyday and ran up, this was just one of the several hundreds of different mountains I had climbed. I was slowly building my strength, and my body. I was still a serf in combat but no one would become higher than that until they receive their Divine Tattoo. In this world for a practitioner to start learning magic or become adept at combat, they needed to gain their Divine Tattoo. A divine tattoo is a tattoo that every child of age 12 gets if he has the potential to be a combatant. The children all over the country would come to Kislev to take the test, even noble children would have to come, down from their manors to the common temple to take their test. A divine tattoo is not only a indication of how powerful one would become but also tells a person their respective magic affinities. The tattoos were divided to 10 different types:

In order of ascending order of potential, Elementor, Alpha- Elementor, Beast, Demi-God, God, Cataclysm, Celestial, Asura , Olympian, Titan. There has only been one Titan in all of existence the founder of the Beherit house the greatest hero of all time, Beherit Lucifer, the King of Kislev himself has a Divine tattoo of the Cataclysm level, and Jeanne has Divine tattoo of a God level. I noticed that anyone who got above God were exceedingly rare. A God level Divine tattoo wielder would have the potential to become an Immortal. So anyone above that would be considered as being a monster level person.

A Divine tattoo would also tell prospective academies the potential of their candidates. Each of the academies will invite children straight away at the end of the ritual, and would offer them various incentives to join their academy.

I was gazing at the stars; with the continuous use of Solar Flare meditation, which now makes a bright golden color around my soul, one evolution after the blue flame, I could now see stars in the sky whenever I want. The stars would always guide me to wherever I would want to go. I was truly surprised when the color changed. I would be able to see stars whether it was night or day as if I was connected to them, My soul now was beyond pure, a soul is pure when it is completely white but my soul was clear, with no color, this truly surprised me, I did not know what that meant, but I knew my soul was stronger, and was continually getting stronger.

The level of a Divine tattoo could be told by the color of the aura the produce during the ritual. Each had a separate color and would be easily distinguishable. I was heavily researching the divine tattoos, as tomorrow was the day of the ritual. I would have gotten one step closer to my vengeance. These few years had been quite for mother and I, I told her that I knew what had happened and she was truly surprised. I had changed my name, my mother who now did not want to be known to anyone, let me choose my own name. I decided to go with Deimos Demidov.

I walked into a small shack at the edge of Jeanne’s compound, and walked into the room, my mother was sitting on the floor knitting a wollen scarf.

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