Digaos opens their eyes from the long darkness in preparation for the assault on that sense. Instead everything seemed to be lessened even blurred. They could still make out shapes and colors, but where was the mana or even the structure lines they were used to seeing?
Realization hit when they tried to move their arms only to feel two small limbs with no strength.
Why two? Digaos thought.
I’m Human.
A sound pierced their ear making them jump. Was that speech? Digaos could hear two or three distinctive voices communicating before the blur of their eyes cleared enough to see moving beings. It was a different language then the one they spoke, foreign but similar in structure.
Digaos opened their mouth to speak but even this action was foreign. None of their muscles worked, nothing escaped their mouth other than a short squeal causing the two figures to get closer, finally coming close enough to make out some features. The first was a large man, tanned skin with pitch black hair push back and a trimmed beard, the details were harder to see, but the man was definitely smiling. He turned forwards the other figure and spoke to it. Turning focus to second figure, that of a girl. A young one, a humanoid child, same pitch black hair. It spoke faster, and more high pitched.
It was at this point Digaos felt a shift of hands at their side, not the usual feeling of their second set of arms, but large hand supporting their small body. The hands adjusted to turn, having Digaos facing a woman now, out of all the faces this was the most clear and definitely closest.
She had an almost ash like coloring of blonde hair with bright golden eyes, a face traced with tiredness, and joy. That particular combo of emotions and gaze made Digaos realize this was their human mother. She didn’t seem like an elder, nor particularly young, her eyes shone with an age older than the face shown even with the tiredness etching itself into her features.
The initial feeling of relief by seeing details in a face was immediately replaced by fear.
Mana enveloped Digaos, wrapping over them. They may not be able to see, but they had created a world and new mana intimately, as one knows their true being.
They tried to shout in anger, mother or not this human was trying to attack them. The shouts came as nothing more than the grunt of an infant.
Shock fluttered across the women’s face as a familiar screen appeared in Digaos view.
[STATUS 2]+==
Name: Digaos Bladesinger
Traits: Divine Soul EX, False Sin ######7 Locked, False Sin of Envy SSS, Prodigy S, Incog AA, Adaptive A, Nobility B
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Digaos instinctually knew that the women only saw their name, this calmed them down. It wasn’t a hostile mana attack, just an inspection skill. That made sense enough.
What didn’t make sense was the status in front of Digaos, their system was a Level 10 system, not a 2. They had access to everything a creator god should so why was it showing different.
The realization and memory hit from before stasis took over. Their soul was reduced to fit a human body, the soul and system were connected. If that was the case then what was with +== next to the status.
Digaos still had AI at least that would be helpful in navigating this scene they were currently in. Granted if they couldn’t access Level 10 how could they return to their Godly form.
Well that created an issue, as Digaos mind raced a solution appeared. What if they were to die as a mortal, their soul should be released and return.
Oh, Digaos though, so not an option.
It was in this moment a pain shuddered through their lower abdomen and a sensation of warmers and fluidity over came their lower half. They had soiled themselves, them, a God. Understanding their body enough to infer what had just taken place, a single thought ran through their mind.
“I guess I am male in this form”
P.O.V. - Archduke Marcus Bladesinger
Having experienced the birth of a child of mine twelve times previous you would assume I’d grow used to it by the thirteenth, but I haven’t. To have a single child at the stage Claira and I have reach is a miracle alone, each child a blessing.
I could feel something special in each child of mine. Annalise the twelfth who stood next to me this very moment was evidence of that, while she wasn’t born with a Stigmata, or deep ether channels, she was born with hyperthymesia, perfect memory. This allowed her to pick up simple skills easy as well as excel academically. Each of my children were like this, and I knew this one was no different.
“Eeee” the little child squealed causing me to turn forwards him quickly.
“Relax, he is okay, just getting used to the shapes and sounds around us.” Claira said calming me. Having been born so early I was afraid this child would be underdeveloped, and while small to me the babe was bigger than the twins born before him thankfully.
Claira lifted and turned him forwards her. Anna and I smiling and excited, after she used inspection they would know this child’s name.
“Mmmm” the child grunted angrily, surely upset by the sudden movement
Claira gasped, I froze expecting the worst.
P.O.V. Archduchess Claira Bladesinger
[STATUS 2]
Name: Digaos Bladesinger
Traits: [Blocked]
The shock of the short panel in fort of me took entirely too long to process. While every child is named by the system very few names are originals, and that rule applies to this child as well. What set this child apart was the name itself.
“Marcus…His name..its.. Digaos Bladesinger” she said aloud still unsure if she was reading spelling correctly
I watch as my husband goes through a range of emotions, and Anna between her first younger sibling and me.
“Spelt the same way and all?” He stammers out. “The exact same.”
“Ha! A child named after the All-father. Incredible.” He exclaims
“What’s more is he already has a system at level 2, with trait able to block my Inspection skill.” I smile at him.
Looking down at this child I know he will be a genius among all. Even as a wetness spreads across my lap from him I know everything this child will do will be blessed.