《Caligo Tenebris》Chapter 44 - Father complex
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Chapter 44
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Father complex
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We are almost at the end of our journey back home, and before crossing the Asden sea i tell Thododan to make a quick stop to see mother. I haven't seen her in, what 15years+ now? I had the dragon riders cover the forest looking for a giant tree with black leaves... Surely she can't be hard to find...
Strangely this part of the forest rarely see people going through. I know i lived here a while and never came across anyone. Finally one of my men notice me that they have localized her so i go in the direction they are pointing at.
Even before arriving i could see her. So big and majestic, truly my mother. We landed nearby so i walked up to her. It is almost emotional... But she's just a tree alright... My growth ability that grow black scary stuff can definitively grow a tree similar to her...
I break one of her branch and place it in my dimensional room. The idea is, if anything happen to her, i can regrow her anywhere using this branch. Of course i would rather not having anyone hurt her but i need to keep my priorities. She's been here for thousands of years undisturbed, she should be alright for a few more years on her own.
“Master?... Why are we stopping here?” (Ester)
“Ho!... Because this tree right here is my mother...” (Michael)
Hearing my words, some of my men start whispering to each others. Then suddenly they ran up to mother and kneeled in her shadow. They stayed there a while, praying, thanking mother for bringing such an exceptional being in their world. “Me”.
'Yesss Yesss Worship me more ! Guhuhuhu!*' (Michael)
“Mother i came to pay my respects.” (Ester)
“Mother?” (Michael) Ester just ignored me.
I thought of placing some mana land mines before leaving but if some peoples blow themselves on them, then people will know someone is trying to protect something here. Bringing more attention than needed. So we simply left, soon to cross the Asden sea we were almost to New Heaven, my home, finally!
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[Few days later]
Finally New Heaven in sight, i can feel butterflies in my stomach. The 'son' deal, how the city changed, the girls and the tons of new kids... Not mine... Not dealing with this shit. I told them many times, i am a God, i do God's things... No parenting...
Thorodan then land on the roof of the 'throne room/Cathedral' building. The dragon riders get back to their headquarter, a giant building many hundreds feet high, housing the dragons and the training grounds. Ester quickly come up to me and start undressing me.
“Really? Right here, right now?” (Michael)
“Don't be silly! We need to dress you up Master!” (Ester)
She dresses me in a divine looking silky black robe with gold embroideries and gold accessories dangling all around with enormous precious stones embedded into them. I look even more high class than a king. I guess it's only appropriate.
Now fully pimped i walk down the staircase leading to the lower floor where the throne room is situated at. Accompanied by Ester, Mae and as always, Cellphone i walk down the red carpet leading to the main room where my throne is.
There guards are aligned as usual in 2 rows creating a path to the throne. First thing i noticed was the new armors... The guards are wearing heavy armor golden/yellow-ish in color with weird pattern engraved all over them. Very dwarven looking...
Spoiler : 
http://s12.postimg.org/jmtdm9m9p/Dwarven_armor.jpg
I don't know where they come from but i am indeed pleased by them. I then lift my eyes up and see my giant golden throne, and to it's left, a smaller black obsidian throne. The black throne is dwarfed by my golden throne but is still impressive, with it's horned skulls and spine carving all over. Very good taste if i may say.
But the throne itself isn't what's most interesting. What is captivating me is the man sitting on the throne. At first sight i can tell we are family. He's visibly a halfling like me judging by his ears but has blood red eyes. Not like mine when i make them glow, his don't glow. They are simply blood red, as if they were eyeballs filled with blood.
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He has smooth pale skin, long black hairs with some white strands here and there. The nails on his right hand look more like claws than nails... He has a tattoo a bit like mine but red and under his left eye. He also wear a royal robe a lot like mine but with silver embroideries and accessories. I kinda get why Ester wanted to dress me up now.
Spoiler : 
http://s18.postimg.org/y1s9x80s9/Karsten.jpg
“THE GREATEST ONE! HIS MAJESTIC MAGNIFICENCE MICHAEL, GREAT AMONGST THE GREAT AS RETURNED!” (Royal Guard)
“HOOOOOOOO DAAAAAAAAAAAA HOOOOOOOOOO!” (Royal Guard)
“HOOOOOOOO DAAAAAAAAAAAA HOOOOOOOOOO!” (Royal Guard)
“HOOOOOOOO DAAAAAAAAAAAA HOOOOOOOOOO!” (Royal Guard)
Hearing this the young man i assume to be Kraken immediately get up and scrutinize in our direction.
“Mother!! And this is....?? FATHERRR!!??!!!!!!!!” (Karsten)
He was standing up in front of his throne a few hundreds feet away from me, i blinked and then, there he was in front of me... Hugging me...
“Father!!! I'm so happy to finally meet you!!!!” (Karsten)
“Hehehe.. hee. Yeaa... me too?...hehehe That's quite some speed you got there... s..s...Son...” (Michael) I said feeling a bit awkward.
“Don't stay there! Come come!” (Karsten)
“Hohoho i intend to as soon as i see Triwa..* Nevermind that... How are you doing?” (Michael)
“Very good! Now that you are here with me !” (Karsten) He said looking exalted.
“Mother told me a lot about you but uncle got a lot more into the details guhuhuhu*” (Karsten)
'Ho my satan.... He's got my laughs...' (Michael)
“Don't believe everything your uncle say...” (Michael) I said a bit worried about what Lucifer had told him.
We then spent HOURS... Catching up on each other, talking about all kind of stuff... I didn't censor anything to him. He is my flesh and blood, we are alike in every way as far as i can see. I asked him about the new armors and apparently a group of dwarves who recently arrived started manufacturing these... They are highly superior to anything we had before so my son really do know what he's doing...
I asked about his body and stuff... As for magic he seem to have the 'Emocinesi' affinity, which is the ability to manipulate blood via telekinesis. Quite an interesting ability... So i leached a bit of his mana and started playing with his affinity.
“Woaaa as expected of the greatest one! My father truly is unequaled! You can use anyone's affinity as your own, truly remarkable!” (Karsten)
“Hehe that's nothing son!” (Michael)
'Hoo yeaaaa Praise me more!!!! Your father's the best!!!' (Michael)
Then he explained me how his body quickly regenerate, even grow back limbs if necessary... He's got OP vitality, OP stamina, OP strength, OP speed, OP vision... Yup definitely my son. Guhuhuhu*
“Now if you would excuse me... I have... I seriously can't wait anymore, there's something i need to do...” (Michael) (Go see Triwathwen)
“What is it?” (Karsten)
“Haa you see... Biological needs... Guhuhuhu*” (Michael) He tilted his head to the left waiting for more explaining but i told him i would go see him tomorrow morning. (I forgot we were living in the same building.)
I quickly left the throne room but i didn't go very far. At this instant i got ambushed by 5 very hungry looking elves. They were dragging me to their home, two on each arm and Triwathwen trying to drop my pants impatiently groaning like an animal in heat.
“Heyyy! Girls! I.. i missed you!... Humm... the kids?” (Michael)
“They are at kids school!” (5 beauties) They all said in choir, a hundred percent into the task they were presently doing.
“P..P.p... Please be gentle?” (Michael)
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Here's the map of the world. Well at least what is known so far, notice the fog of war... The full map is a lottt bigger.
Spoiler : 
http://s22.postimg.org/91oatf1xb/MAP5.png
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