The Land of light canals was burning down to ruins. The ashen clouds and fierce blaze were igniting the rising envelopes of houses. Everything was messed up- Alice was gone, the city was burning, his parents were nowhere around. In that instance, Leon was jumbled with multiple thoughts.
How unfortunate of his parents to have their child in their arms for mere a few days?
How devastated they must have been to die unknowingly?
What's the point of this destruction?
Leon Vale, as an author, had seen poverty, pain and suffering for even two meals. But the ideals of disruption in the Ascensions were completely different. Just then he saw a young girl being cursed into a tree of wisdom. Not only was her life doomed, but every ounce of her cell must have been wailing for mercy.
And now she was in front of Leon- all decayed and rotten….
"Our baby," a voice interrupted. It was from Drasthamus who had Agasthus in his arms.
Right behind them was Makina; heavily panting and flooded with sweat.
"Baby, is that you?" Makina stuttered
"Yes, mother"
He felt unknown ounce of joy running through his vein
"It's me"
Drasthamus quickly let Agasthus down and held Leon's hand.
"You grew quite fast" he giggled "I guess it's blessings from the tree"
Right after came Makina, resting her completely restless body over her man's shoulder. But still, she extended her hands over Leon's cheeks to feel their warmth.
"Not quite sure, honey" her smile faded "whether to call this a gift or a curse".
Leon was quite confused by their reaction. And that's when he noticed-
He was taller and he had also shared his words with them.
"Listen to me, Leon" Makina whispered "take your little brother back to the pit"
"Why? We should run"
"There's no time, son. Take care of this little guy" Drasthamus came in.
Leon, with a heavy heart, held Agasthus's hand and took him to the pit. He knew what was going to happen; he knew what his parents were trying to pull off. But no matter how hard they tried, they couldn't change the outcome of the attack. Leon himself had to do something- he himself had to wield a weapon.
He quickly marked Agasthus. "Brother, you need to help me. Bring something sharp, something that could pierce through flesh"
Agasthus quickly accepted the quest and went on the treasure hunt. Consequently, Leon cleaned the area, scraping his hand on the ground- cleaning off the remnants of the dead tree.
The march came…. Outside, the glimpse of destruction wasn't visible from the pit, but the noise clearly stated their arrival. Tistra Domiscus' army was right outside the pit.
"Give us the reincarnation", a loud but hoarse voice cried, "and we will show mercy on you"
"Which reincarnation?" Drasthamus stepped up, ensuring Makina was right behind him.
"Your son, that's whom we need, old man"
"What do you want from him?"
"Isn't that obvious? We want his head in exchange of your lives"
"Isn't that obvious? We aren't going to do anything you bastard are mumbling" he fired straight back at the army.
Agasthus brought a pined piece of cork, conceivably fallen off the bark. But he had it right…. It was perfectly sharp and edgy.
Leon knew the tension was rising outside and that's when in a blink of an eye, he pierced the tip of the cork, right into his artery. Blood disseminates all around the base of the pit. Agasthus was struck with a bad thought and fear about the scene played in front of him.
That's when the clashing began….
The swords swung relentlessly as the whoosh reached the ears of two children.
"Brother" Agasthus tries to peep outside "I think we should help. Your parents are in danger"
"We can't save them, Agasthus" Leon was terrified, his eyes waxed wide. He knew what was going to happen. His father nor his mother were Visage-blessed fighters. He had to complete the ritual quickly, but it was obviously going to take time. The blood was yet to forge the ritual circle; it was still flowing and integrating its content.
Another wide swing that went close to Drasthamus. He knew the soldiers were just toying with him. Even if he miraculously diminishes these three to four guards, there were thousands waiting in the city.
And that's when Makina took the blow….
Her chest was cut deep and the blood was straight from the heart. She could feel the death drums banging in her ears. The loud noise and the adrenaline pool in her brain completely stunned her. Amidst the shock she heard a few devastating words, "Hang her down the tree".
"No…. You bastard" Drasthamus was manhandled by two soldiers.
"You will see her die right in front of your eyes" Soldier's eyes widened to show reckless torture he was going to present.
Makina was held by a frontline sentinel, floating towards the firm branch. He conjured a hanging rope and tied it tightly around her neck. She was already choking, but she neither cried nor screamed. She knew he was listening- her son was listening to everything happening outside. As the frontliner released her into the wishless well of death that snapped her neck, all Drasthamus could do was grunt in his own pain.
She wasn't even fighting, she wasn't even angry. When Drasthamus raised his eyes to sight the death of his love, all he found was peace. Her face was smiling, her soul was calm, she was finally into the hands of God playing her melodious violin. Drasthamus halted the tears and gave a huge laugh. The laugh reached the pit, catching Agasthus off guard.
"What's happening?" Agasthus whispered,
"She… won," Leon stuttered as his tears flooded down his eyes.
The last swing came right after the giggling laugh, and Drasthamus was beheaded. The troops were ready to charge the pit when the clouds gathered. It was an unholy greeting from the heavens.
"What changed the weather?"
"Has the emperor turned his anger on us?"
They proclaimed….
"Focus on the mission troops. Head towards the pit" the leading man cried aloud.
The two men were right on the foot of the pit. All they had to do was step in and take the isolated child and barge towards Tistra. But the martyrdom had something different destined. The mass energy was reflecting poor domination around a single flesh. He stepped into the primordial force- Leon Vale was clearly reflecting the power of a deity. Two of the vanguard were burst open right from their gut, and then came the man incandescent with boundless fury. Leon Vale was a pure devoted monster craving revenge. He wanted flesh, he wanted blood and his terror wasn't unknown.
Every man who had their feet, could feel the bloodthirst that came from him.
Afterall,
He was the Author….
He was the Godslayer….
He was the Eternal Deity….
[Ascension path of Eternal Deity was opened]