Klaus’s p.o.v
I was startled by Julia’s question regarding the contract seal at the back of my hand. I knew she might ask but any offense would stir the god of lightning’s emotions. I happen to avoid the god’s appearance every time as it may cause a riot but due to my ill condition, I just did not have enough strength to keep the god in his place. The name Pascal Wincott immediately intimidated the god of lightning and instantly took over my body.
Pascal Wincott, a very famous exorcist, exterminating demons and devils around the globe but have little belief in any goodness of gods. Probably had something to do with his past but no one knows why he does not trust Gods, much less the demons. Because of his unbound hatred towards demons and devils, he indiscriminately exorcise any that he encountered, even the lesser demons that are much too weak to even do any harm towards humans. Did you know? Sometimes you would find some of your items or objects at home misplaced or goes missing then suddenly turned up at obvious places, pranks played by these lesser demons but none could cause actual harm.
Because of him and his compatriots, terrible rumors roam about the globe regarding the gods being demons in disguise reducing their worshipers. Without worshipers, the gods lose more and more connections to the world and hence unable to manifest their powers without some kind of vassal or a medium (to forge a connection).
Humans kept losing faith and most gods had entirely given up on them, while few still tried regaining their sovereignty over the world that they once cared for. The number of miraculous incidents and bestowal of special gift to the world and its inhabitants continued to reduce in an alarming rate. In the end, all the gods mutually agreed to not interfere with the world any longer unless completely necessary, much like what happened 5 years ago.
That many years ago, The Pandora Box was briefly opened and the hands of fate were greatly stirred.
5 years ago, the Keeper of the ‘Pandora Box’ died, killed by ‘him’ who wished to obtain the power sealed in it. It is power that will bring destruction to humankind, to the world even, if used at one’s own personal desire. ‘He’ wished to rule over the world alongside with his underlings. Over the years, I uncovered much information of 'him' as much as I can.
That person was an elemental of fire but his greed for more power overwhelmed him and turned him into a corrupted person. ‘He’ was not only an elemental, but forcefully made a contract with the god of oblivion, which allows him to control over space. The god of oblivion and the god of lightning were brothers, so ultimately the god of lightning was extremely furious of having his brother as captive bound to ‘his’ will.
No one knows how 'he' was able to contract the god of oblivion but the god of lightning wishes to find and free his brother from ‘him’ but can’t possibly descend to the world without a vassal. He no longer had any worshipers that creates his connection to the world. The god of lightning happened to encounter such vassal which was me, 5 years ago, when ‘he’ and his cronies wiped out my family to gain the ‘Pandora Box’.
Sensing great misfortune, sometime before the Keeper died, my father, a good friend of the Keeper was entrusted to keep the ‘Pandora Box’ safe but in the end, ‘he’ still discovered its whereabouts. ‘He’ was merciless as I saw my own family slaughtered. My house was burnt down by ’his’ fire. In the blazing fire inside the house I was, unable to move, crying my heart out for my siblings and parents.
Suddenly, my half dead father grabbed hold of me, opened the ‘Pandora Box’ and took out a somewhat red jewel stone which gleams of red light and immediately inserted it inside me through my chest! I was shocked and it was a great pain.
“Now you are the Pandora Box… it will be difficult for ‘him’ to obtain it now… be sure to keep it safe and hidden… run… my son… the fate of this world depends on you… run as far away as you can…” those were my father’s last words.
I was too shocked and in pain to understand anything. I thought I was going to die but it would seem that someone or something protected me. Somehow I was not engulfed by the flames as a just fitting red barrier protected me until I heard a voice. It was Whaitiri, the god of lightning.
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“Become my vessel, child. Form a contract with me and I shall grant you power beyond your wildest imagination to defeat ‘him’. I happen to hold a grudge towards that person as well. Join forces with me child and I will definitely without fail protect you, no matter what. You have my word,” said the god of lightning.
At that time, the god’s expression seemed understanding. He understood my pain and his words were the only ones that could encourage me to keep on living at that point of time. Strangely, unable to express how it came to be, I could feel the god reached out his presence towards me and I, without hesitation embraced it. I was immediately covered in light so bright that I tightly shut my eyes. Without realizing it, I was brought to safety. When I opened my eyes, there was an inexplicably beautiful person beside me. I did not need to guess who it was.
From a distance, I could only watch helplessly as the blazing fire consumes my home, my family. I was indescribably depressed and surged with fury towards ‘him’.
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“You... none of you… understand anything!” Klaus said weakly. But then, Klaus’s body suddenly staggered. The wounds were a heavy burden. It restricted my movements. I couldn’t think of anything then but to calm the god down and gradually, he returned my body to me as I convinced him to leave things at my hands.
“If you harm, or in this case my body, or even the fact that if I die, then the world will without a doubt, fall into destruction. You lots could not even comprehend anything that is actually happening in this world,” I said at last with my own voice this time as the god did not intervene. My body fall weaker and I tried really hard to even put myself in a sitting position.
Julia’s p.o.v
It was obvious that Klaus was in no position to fight. Heck, he was not even in a state to move a muscle. His electric shield was getting weaker and weaker every moment. Dad was at the edge of his seat, ready to strike. From the look on his face, I knew he didn’t bought what Klaus had said even for a second… with his weird voice and whatnot. I bet to my father, this “god of lightning” was more of devil by the second. As for me, I could not really decide who to believe. Klaus did not lie when he defended his contract with the god of lightning. I know a liar when I see one, and Klaus was not one of them. But, he was still a stranger in this household. While my dad was a well-known exorcist, a person whom I know had vast knowledge on the spiritual world.
Klaus’s lightning shield slowly faded and as it vanishes, dad sent him a body-locking jinx. Before Klaus could even startle, dad grabbed Klaus’s arm, and Klaus’s whole body was electrocuted. The struggle only lasted for a few seconds. Klaus seemed helpless than ever before and he tried his best to punch dad right in the stomach given his ill condition. As he did so, he looked surprised. He punched the air, and repeated it many times.
“My…my lightning… what...what have you …done?” Klaus said weakly.
In a cool voice and his hand on his stomach, dad said,
“I’ve locked your powers for now, and I’ll give it back when you leave the house.”