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Deimos’ POV:
The school of Erebus, the technique that supposedly gave Erebus, enough power to create a whole Universe by himself. Erebus was a primordial being born from pure power, and through this technique he had been able to achieve enough power to create everything in space, from galaxies, to black holes, to nebula clouds, stars, and planets. His creation was the epitome of power. I knew he was a true Godsman, while on earth I was a frog in a well thinking I was the best, while unknowing of true power that lied outside, my little well.
In this vast universe I was exceedingly insignificant. My supposedly exceedingly powerful father was just someone who was the best of the insignificant life forms.
From the various books in my grandpa’s shack coupled with his travel notes, meeting many warriors and mages, I was able to get a small understanding of the levels of power in Avalon. The pinnacle of power for most of the people was the immortal level, which is just above the level of an Emperor, which is what my father is. By my rough estimation from my grandfathers, transaction records on his various trips to the four countries, as a merchant I have estimated there to be around a 100 billion people in this continent. This exceedingly large amount did not mean everyone had the potential to become an extremely powerful entity. For every 10 million or so people there was one mage capable of practicing in mage craft and mana refining. Most of these people came from a noble bloodline; this is the reason why there was a clear hierarchical society in this world. The poor and the potential-less people were suppressed while the powerful nobles exclusively only intermarried with other noble houses, keeping the mage bloodline pure.
My father seemed to have also been severely shunned when he had decided to let a commoner like my mother become his mistress and invited her to live with him. But with his awe inspiring power and the fact that he was the scion of the famous Beherit clan, the king of the Kislev country, and also the unparalleled genius of the continent; the people wouldn't dare voice their opinions. This must be the reason why my stepmother was extraordinarily distasteful towards my mother. It must be blasphemous to her to let a ‘commoner’ like my mother in her presence. But the fact that she had to live with my mother, and also share her husband my drive her absolutely crazy. I need to remedy that in the near future; I cannot risk my mother’s safety when I am not there to protect her.
The Beherit clan was a clan who has a lineage of magically adept heirs for generations. The Beherit clan was famous for their continents best warrior mages, similar to a spell sword on Earth. From my grandfather’s notes, I could see that we were overshadowed in the magic aspect by the royal lineage of the Averheim country in the east, but we were unparalleled in producing the strongest and the most powerful warriors. Each of the Beherit clans scions had legends made after their adventures, my great grandfather was told have ventured into the great forest of the west and has been in training for more than 300 years. The greatest hero of the continent was said to be the most powerful man in it history was named Beherit Lucifer, he had apparently gone missing more than 5000 years ago and hasn't been seen since, his descendants were the Beherit House. Most of the countries were afraid of our military prowess but, they could do nothing, we were simply too powerful. But it seemed none of the Beherit clan’s heirs were interested in taking over the lands, but more interested in the path of becoming an Immortal. I concluded that Beherit Lucifer had ascended or is training with the schools for a long time and these people presumably thought he had gone missing. This further aided to my hypothesis that the knowledge of the Immortal schools wasn't available to everyone in public.
In history there have not been many Immortal level warriors, or mages. Even in the Kislev country there has been only one man who has said to have reached an Immortal level in the past 1000 years my great grandfather who is supposedly in secluded training. There are at the most one known Immortal in the entirety of each country. I soon deduced that to become an Immortal would not be easy. My father was the pride of the country, everyone believed he would achieve Immortal status, and were proud to be the subjects of such a powerful man. I knew what lied after becoming an immortal joining a school and to start training in real power, to one day Ascend.
The power levels in Avalon were, in ascending order of power, Serf, Vassal, Knight, Bishop, Cardinal, Monarch, Emperor, Immortal. To be an Emperor one must be both a Monarch level as a warrior and a mage. Then only can he train to become an immortal. Most mages who train can amass power to the level of a Knight at most, that is considered extremely powerful as one knight could kill more than 10 000 soldiers on a battlefield by themselves. Ascending further than that was exceedingly rare. A kingdom could have more than 1000 or so knights but could only produce 20 Bishops, and to have a Monarch was considered to be a powerful nation, for example Kislev has 2 Monarchs who are the generals of the army, and considered second only to the King, my father. My father was the only monarch in Kislev until he ascended to become an Emperor, which was unseen in the entire continent in the past 200 years.
I slowly accessed my knowledge, of the School of Erebus and low booming voice once again serenaded me similar to the time in the realm of Keres. My mind drifted to montage of various stars. My mind was flooded with several images showing the life cycles of stars, stars that were 1000’s of times larger, hotter and more powerful than our own sun. It then singled out to a single star and showed that the stars were born inside vast clouds of cold gas and dust called the ‘interstellar medium’, where dense lumps of material were gradually compressed under their own gravity. They soon form a giant ball of gas, becoming their own small thermonuclear reactors. The images then went to a molecular level, showing the fusion of Hydrogen nuclei, into helium in its ferocious central core. The pressure exceeding 200 billion times the earth’s core’s pressure. This giant sun was soon producing explosion on its surface, which spewed huge amounts of blue fire; the blue fire was ferocious, unyielding, and relentless.
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“Unrestricted by dimensions of space time, Achieve singularity, clement eternity, and exalt the gracious misconceptions of Immortality. Raise yourself weave the immaterial heavens to your liking the boundless space shall be your playground
Create the blaze, the inferno, relentless, unyielding. The illumination of the soul, the cleansing of the soul. Embrace purity, forsake immorality. From here rise, and become a power devastating divinity ”
I quickly recovered, and soon realized that this was the first stage and the most crucial stage of my path to become a powerful being. I realized that this technique did not give me any power what so ever. It was a soul purification method, an extremely commanding soul purification method. In this world the soul was the medium, the foundation to everything. A child was said to be born with the purest of soul, but the soul would be slowly tainted by various external influences, and when it became less pure, the smaller the potential of the child would become. If a normal school’s purification technique was using the flame of a blacksmiths forge than comparatively School of Erebus’ soul purification was similar to using the endless inferno of a star.
I realized that this was the only method of the school of Erebus available to me until I reach the power of an Immortal. It was as if the knowledge itself was not willing to appear in my mind until I have reached a sufficient power level. The school of Erebus just like every other school was only available to me once I reach a power of an Immortal. Without the body, the mana and the soul of an immortal it was impossible to learn the teachings of any school.
I had predicted that this would be the case. Giving a person such immense power since the beginning seemed unnaturally unfair, and Keres wouldn't give me too much of an edge, he was my end goal after all. I had only the knowledge of my past and the purification as an added advantage. I need to single-mindedly make my self-powerful.
When reaching the stage of an Immortal I will be slowly able access all the teachings of the school and hopefully rise to the pinnacle of the immortals before Ascending. Erebus’ teaching involves attuning to the boundless the space, the infinite chasm of the cosmos. Erebus’ technique for soul purification, Solar Flare flames, was similar to encompassing my soul with the flames of a burning star, to completely let the relentlessly hot searing inferno eat away at the corruption in a person’s soul. Solar Flare flames get closer to the point of the strongest flames the Emerald green flames, the stronger they become. Right now they were at the weakest stage of blue, which is although extremely dominant, and exceedingly powerful compared to ordinary soul purification techniques, was nothing compared to the Emerald green flames.
Erebus’ techniques can be simplified in two words, Annihilation and creation. At the pinnacle of this technique I should be able to grab the folds in the space time fabric and move and manipulate it in whatever manner I seem fit, I could change the past present and the future and will be essentially god.
I was a newborn child and I assumed my soul would be pure and in using this technique would become infinitely more pure, extra refined and powerful. I went to into the meditative trance and as per the instructions attuned myself to the cosmos and space, and covered my soul with the blue Solar Flare flames. I slowly sensed my soul to my surprise it was riddled with small amounts corruption. I quickly deduced that it was because my soul from my previous life was not altered whatsoever. I slowly started refining my soul, and the extremities were slowly being burned away.
What Deimos was not aware was that the amount of corruption he had purified would have taken an ordinary technique 6 years to purify, and with the power of the Solar Flare flames he was able to cleanse his soul in less than 3 hours. This showed the profound power that the School of Erebus wielded.
Deimos’ soul was now completely cleansed and he continued purifying it, he knew that there was no more corruption but he continued, this was something he had deduced from his intellectual skills. He wondered if the profundities of the School of Erebus were truly as formidable as they said they were. He knew that he could eventually purify his soul with any ordinary method, but then why had this been said to be one of the most crucial steps for the school of Erebus. He had managed to clean his soul in less than 3 hours, and knew that if that were all that was there to the Solar Flare flame, it would be no different from ordinary purification methods. So he continued unknowing what was to come, but he knew that there was more to this technique than that meets the eye.
The following days were nothing but an endless cycle of purifying my soul at night and reading whatever books were on the bottom shelf, at morning. My father was always at the study doing whatever was needed to keep the country working. He was a hardworking man and was deserving of my praise I thought. I would be often left with a small wooden toy and on the floor of the study, but I would always crawl around to the books and slowly read each of them one at a time.
My parents were extremely proud for me to be able to crawl at the age of only a month, they were truly proud and my father would often bellow saying that I would grow to become a big powerful man just like himself.
My mother would come as well in the mornings and would breast feed me and look after me; not that I needed looking after. We seemed like a small family, I was happy; I was slowly able to build up my knowledge of the world. I was going one step at a time to achieve my goal as a Godsman.
I had often wondered where my two step brothers were but they never seemed to make an appearance so I decided to not let it be my concern anymore.
I was purifying my soul at night one day and then suddenly I was picked up. I was never woken up so early in the morning before; it was a deep shade of blue outside indicating that the sun was just about to rise. I felt two giant arms holding him just under my arms. I looked at the man and saw that it was my father. My father had a complicated look on his face, suggesting that he was about tell him something bitter. He took me with him and sat me down behind the desk on his lap. He then sat close to me, and I felt a small tear trickle down from his eyes and hit me on my small arms.
“Life will be hard for you son, but be strong, you have great potential ahead of you…I will not be able to show affection to you from now, but know that I always love you and will cherish you,” he muttered before putting me back in my crib and leaving the room.
Soon the doors flew open and the queen and her two guards were standing there staring at my small 2-month-old self.
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Hey guysss, sorry if you dont think you will get to see the awesome power of school of Erebus soon,, but i dont want there to be an loopholes in my story so you have to bare with me ahahahah...
but dw he is still gonna become a somewhat op charcter.
and i can assure you him becoming immortal is not too far away