《The Demon Child - Awakening》Chapter 30 - Back
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I blacked out for a moment and woke up just moments after. In that short period, everyone in the room was on the floor, each person with blood pouring out of a part of their body. I then noticed something else, the taste of blood in my mouth, my stomach pain was also subsiding.
Before I blacked out, I remember something vague about my stomach being in shambles, perhaps that was the cause. Although it couldn't have been, it was soon after I stopped seeing triples of everything, maybe that was the cause. I would have to research in my spare time, but there were more people in the castle.
I made my entire body outline red and decided to use my ice source to create a platform for my feet to stand on. I didn't fall through the building, the then layer of ice made it, so I didn't fall through. I made my way towards the door and poked my head through it.
"I killed everyone in the room," I said.
"We heard, what did you do there?" Lucyfer asked.
"After I disappeared, I went through the door and killed Gener, I decided to reveal myself, and then I blacked out, but before that, I had a feeling in my stomach, hunger,"
"Well don't dawdle on the present, we need to get out of here, we don't know how many people are still in the castle,"
"You're right,"
"Let's go."
I went with Lucyfer and the other's, and we were able to make it back to camp safely. I then dismissed myself and went through the demon gate, back to my realm. Instead of waking up in my human body, I was still in my demon form and was at the demon gate, not in my bed like last time. My soul ability must've changed, now that I probably have only one body now.
Right after that, though, I finally noticed that my markings had also changed in appearance. Firstly, they covered my entire body instead of just on my back. Instead of looking like a giant snowflake, they looked more like lightning bolts over my whole body. What I found most interesting is that I had a circle on each palm and a four-pointed star on my chest.
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I decided to look through it with my eyes which were able to see the soul and noticed something interesting. There were outlines where the circles and the star were. Looking further into the markings, I tried summoning my incarnate weapon normally.
As I said the traditional chant, all three of the shapes started to glow. Soon after, I felt something, and a chain popped out of each circle. I tried to move it around physically, which didn't work, but when I thought about moving them, the chains did so. I decided to chant one of my special chants to see if anything happened.
"With the silent sword which appears at night, manifest to me, come to me, dagger."
I looked to my right-hand chain and saw that the end of the chain changed to a dagger. I then remembered about Xirax, saying that I had three more circles on my back. I tried to move them to my view, and there I saw it, three more chains, my incarnate weapon wasn't a mystery anymore.
My incarnate weapon had appeared as chains, not only I could control them, but I could also customize the end of each one. I settled at the fact about my incarnate weapon, and I went into the soul world, keeping calm. I walked out of the cave and started to run to my house.
After half an hour of running, I made it to Jododam's office. I got myself out of my invisible state, and I started to talk. But before that, when I exited the soul world, I felt a rage, which quickly calmed down, due to Jododam sensing my bloodlust then. We then locked eyes and began to talk.
"I'm back," I said.
"That's a nifty little ability you now got there Dyestral," Jododam replied, "I couldn't sense you until you appeared right in front of me,"
"It's quite a long story, but I can tell you that Gener's dead, not physical injuries, but his soul has left his body, something I can now sense,"
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"That's quite a story, but could you please relay the information you gathered on this mission, who was involved?"
"Could you get a piece of paper?"
"Of course,"
As Jododam got the piece of paper, I sat down and summoned the chain from my chest with a pen of the end. It had some red ink in it already, probably my blood, so I started to draw out three individuals who came to mind I when I thought of Gener's banquet.
After about a minute, my pictures were completed. Jododam picked up the paper and looked at the drawings; a small grin appeared on his emotionless face, he was showing acknowledgment towards me, something which I haven't gotten in a while.
"Well done Dyestral,"
"Why thank you,"
"How did you get these at such good detail, I've heard from one of your other children that you could shoot a bullseye at two hundred metres away,"
"I did have that ability, but now I've lost that, instead I can see soul, aura and the source residue of people," My elf eyes had disappeared when Shinri appeared, being swapped for an even more powerful ability.
"Anything else you have gained with your time away?"
"I can also control if I want to be in Antrite and Antral with only one body, that's how I just appeared, these chains are my incarnate weapon and something which is most likely related to my soul ability, which is most useful."
I made my right hand's outline red and tried to touch the desk; it went right through it. I went through his drawer and picked up a book, destroying the wood as I pulled it out and examined it. After seeing the book on his desk, Jododam slammed the counter, laughing.
"The ability to pass through solid objects! Amazing!" Jododam yelled, "But you can't extend that skill to solid objects, this practically makes you invincible," He realized.
"Not entirely, I believe attacks that can touch the soul can still hit me, could you try to hit my hand with an attack with source in,"
"Let's hope your pain tolerance is high enough," Jododam's fist became a bright vermillion.
Next thing I knew my hand was broken and then was repaired just as quickly, the pain was dim, but it was there. During that small gap of time, I saw a dark substance underneath my skin that regenerated my arm. That substance was my source of darkness and how fast it can now heal me.
"Your self-regeneration has increased in strength, and you didn't even yell in pain Dyestral!"
"A major explanation of it is because of my body underwent a tremendous amount of pain, making it so that my body doesn't feel as much,"
Jojodam took a look at his fist and noticed that some dew had appeared on it.
"Your body froze the water vapour in the air, turning it into dew," Jododam explained. "And I can still feel your freezing skin on mine,"
"That's not going to back down anyone strong like you, and another thing, my source of air has lightning being coloured black and white," I made my right hand crackle with it.
"A scarce combination Dyestral, I think you're ready,"
"I'm ready for what?"
Jododam got up and walked across the room to get to a cellar and extract a golden wine glass and a silver cutting knife. He then slit his wrist and blood poured into the glass as he dropped the blade, as the cup changed to blood red.
"Choose to become my disciple of chosen, or to suffer the consequences,"
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