《The Gods' Decree》Chapter 50 - Abomination
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His hand then made its way to the orb that seemed to be white as snow. As his hands touch it.
Woooossh...
Once again blinding light covered the stage.
Spirit - 96.8 % Affinity
" This...this...?"
" What....tha..?
"My....my eyes can't pos... possibly be working"
The always quiet Cameron looked at Lovren in a state of confusion.
" Does that say Spirits - 96.8% affinity or is it my imagination?"
Lovren who did not seem to hear the question posed one of his own.
" This child wha...?"
Before Malgrey could finish his statement. Taf who had a pondering look made his way to the red orb.
" This is too perfect isn't it.....?"
A question came to mind as he saw the result then begun putting his hand over the red orb.
" There is no way he will have that affinity right..."
Nisha comforted herself in her mind as she watched the scene unfold before her.
Whoosh...
Once more light filled the stage but this time it was red in nature.
Demonication - 100% Affinity
An eerie silence became apparent as they all looked to Taf on the stage. There was no thinking of any sort. No questions where asked of him.
They all just stared.....
Taf became even more filled with questions as he saw the results. There was no more joy or excitement. Only questions bombarded his mind.
Even an idiot could see that there was something odd about him. He looked to his side as May grasped his hand that was free tightly.
" Whatever questions are to be asked, we will ask together."
" Whatever answers come forth, we will learn them together"
She knew he was in a confused state at the moment and tried to offer as much comfort as could be brought forth.
A smile was shown on his face as he saw her to his side.
" Hand in hand at the peak...right"
The words were softly spoken by him as he felt comfort within her eyes.
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" As we gaze upon the stars and space"
A kiss was placed at the side of his cheek by May before finishing the pledge. She continued by saying.
"If the devil himself were ever to harm you, the flames of hell would deny him refuge as I entered through its gates. It would be but an icicle spiked filled oasis as my feet touch it lands."
" It would not be because of divine techniques or tricks but the aura of my cold beating heart that has lost its warmth"
She smiled after having her say with a smirk on her face.
" I see you're sweetening me up today"
He couldn't help but laugh.
" I learn from the best... right"
May winked after seeing him go back to his usual self.
The Dark purple orb glowed before him as his hand reach for it.
Woooosh!!!!!!!!!!!
Purple light showed its bliss as his hand touched.
Devil - 96.8% affinity.
" Monster....."
The group of cultivators were trembling in fear as they saw the youth with dreads in the dark purple light.
Only one word could be said to be a perfect description of the thought.
" Abomination.....absolute abomination"
His mere existence is one that should not be seen or even thought of.
To nearly perfectly align in 3 affinities when first testing is inconceivable when one thinks about it.
Having an affinity to both spirits and devils that definitely should not possible. To make matters worse he had the same percentage affinity with spirits as he has with devils.
He is seemingly going against the very laws and doctrines of what should be.
Taf took his hand off the orb as it lost its glow and sighed...
" That voice was real....wasn't it?"
" Those visions too were not mere dreams or hallucinations"
" What does this all mean....?"
There were questions but no answers as he pondered. Being a cultivator has always been a dream of his from a small age. Now that it was before him he felt like an anomaly.
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The sense of belonging he once felt was on the brink of collapse. Eyes stared at him as if he was an oddity to be feared.
He used to fearful eyes but not like this. This was fear born from their souls that shivered.
Only one pair of eyes did not change as they stared at him. She was still all smiles even after all that happened. He was the same brute to her.
" We'll be alright... I will be here you brute. Things might change for the future but why not let us embrace it"
He felt a warm body with a welcoming fragrance suddenly wrap around him.
" Yes....let us embrace it".
....
World of Gods
Realm unknown
A palace seemed firmly in place to the naked eyes when viewing from afar. It spanned a distance mortal eyes could never discern as there was no end.
It apparently was made of a crystal-like material which reflected the rays of the purple sun in the distance.
If one were to look at its foundation they would only see the darkness of space.
Yes....
Space
Within the palace, thousands of dead bodies were seen on the floor with purple and gold chains wrapped around their necks. If one were to look closely they would notice the bodies crystalizing as they laid.
As the journey went further within the structure of the palace, more and more bodies were scattered like leaves from a shedding tree.
When one reached the end of the bodies they could see some actually living beings slightly before them.
They too had the purple and gold chains around their necks. White light could be seen drifting along from the captives to the links of the chains.
To the front of these beings, a white thrown could be seen hovering in mid-air with chains attached.
Sitting on the thrown was a devilishly handsome man with hair white as snow that looked no more than his mid-20s. He had two semi halos that circled each other similar to yin and yang. One was gold while the other purple.
A seemingly charming smile was on his face as he saw the energies being drawn from the thousands before him.
To his side was a gigantic red and white creature that looked similar to a wolve but had three heads and 24 tails. There were two head filled with red fur while the one in the centre was white with a purple crystal within the centre.
It seemed uncaring of the events that were unfolding before it as it gnawed on some white human-shaped bones.
" Hmmm..., seems like the World of Gods will become interesting in the future"
Hearing the words of the man the 3 headed wolf looked to the throne with his six eyes.
" What do you mean?"
It surprisingly replied in a human voice that shook the palace as if it were the norm.
" I sense the presence of someone that might become an adversary"
The white-haired man replied as his hair glowed white from the energy being absorbed.
" Is that so....?"
" Do you mean he has...?
The only white head out of the three asked.
" Yes he does indeed"
A nonchalant response was given to the question.
" Why not kill him then?"
One of the mouths of the three heads replied.
"He has not even entered the world of God's yet. "
" I have no plans of killing him for the time being. I'll let him grow as he is now."
" When he becomes a demigod I might regain some interest"
" It would be a pity if he dies before that though..."
" Life has become boring. Don't you think...?"
A smile grew on his face as the energy Continuously caused his hair to glow.
" You play with your food too much"
The three-headed wolf looked away and continued to gnaw on the white bones.
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