Chapter 6 awakening ceremony

After 5 months of constant work the boys moved not just to the top of their class but top of the city. Them having stuck to stage 3 of their plan flawlessly. With their training progressing equally as well. Though Lucius and Paimon have largely moved past what it took to get made, Pallas is still suffering from the price he paid. He got what he wanted. training that's progressing fast puts him leagues above people his age, but constant nightmares have plagued him, that dark wooden door being an image that haunts him every waking hour. Today was no exception with him waking first out of the three like most days drenched in sweat trying to forget about his horrible dream. Though today felt different, this nightmare was different, almost like some sort of premonition though he couldn't recall what his dream had been about.

Pallas

The only way to get rid of these terrible thoughts I've been cursed with is through distraction. Today, like most days, even though it's my first day off in months, I'm awake far too early well before everyone else. Tip toeing out of me and Lucius ' room I walked down the halls and into the living room. Turning on the busted Tv which could only play 2 signals both linking back to the same station. Half the screens constantly flickering to a pitch black courtesy of Lucius and Paimon three years ago thinking it would be a good idea to put a signal cracker on the Tv. a little harmless prank device that tracks some kinda signal like when a tv turns on then blows up to scare them. They didn't even try testing one beforehand and now the old black and white tv is mostly black all the time.

Normally they played the news or had late night shows at this hour, but tonight it was an emergency broadcast. I hated when these came on, always about some random boring shit happening on the other side of the world interrupting Jimmy Kafka and today was no different.

{This is first time coverage of a major world event. 3 days ago in the capital of Dante's two royal families were all brutally slaughtered inside their family residences. The 2 families were the Zodd and Darko families renowned for their rare Paths abilities that could be found in their eyes, and being the descendants of the 10th 11th and current 12th Demon king. It is being reported that all the eyes of the clan members were stolen after the massacre. Authorities are yet to release if there were any survivors, but this is following after the sudden disappearance of Demon King Karnes Zodd last month who has still been yet to be seen. Handing this over to you leana.}

{Yes this brutal massacre happened over the course of just 3 hours and showing on screen are the 3 men suspected to be responsible for this brutal tragedy.}

The old Tv was in black or white, the pictures were grainy, and half the screen was black so Pallas could not make out any detail of the 3 men.

{All 3 suspects come from prominent families with 2 coming from royal clans and one assailant actually being from one of the victim clans. the men are Daemon Darko, Lisben Clover, and Igor Maximoff. So far the clover family has denounced their up incoming prodigy Lisben with his father and the head of the clan committing seppuku as a show of forgiveness, but likely the Clover clan will still be demoted from there world noble status if not worse, and so far we have heard no official statement from the Maximoff royal family though they likely are already having private talks with the other royal families at this time.

All 3 men were renowned for their strength and have been given a run on sight order by the bureau of internal defense with the three surpassing Ryuk of the Bloodysand taking the top 1 through 3 spots for themselves. If you were to come in contact with any of these men run all are believed to be at least tier 11 and are extremely violent. We are currently looking for a motive as to why they would do this, but please stay on the lookout and contact your local bureau force if you see or hear any news about them. Without further news this has been D.E.V live going back to you Todd} where the broadcast quickly switched off to my favorite late night host. I watched him till I heard Lucius rumbling around where I then hopped in the shower where this world changing news quickly slipped my mind having no impact on me all the way down here.

It was serene not having to worry about studying, going to class, training and doing errands. No, today was my only break. Lucius and Paimon protested it heavily, but honestly I'm glad Lizzy and Ivan turned them down. Today me and Lucius will be turning 13 and 6 months old. A joyous occasion, Apparently on the surface its common place to celebrate someone's birthday. An idiotic Idea if you ask me, what changes from the day before and the day after you turn 17 answer nothing. Down here we celebrate 3 occasions. ask me what changes from the day before your born to the day after, answer your here. Same goes for when you die it's a celebration in honor of you, and lastly the only day you're conscious to enjoy the day you get your Grimoire. In the shower a large black dot has grown to take up a majority of my chest and just seeing it got me giddy with excitement. It appeared on my and Lucius' chest 7 days ago small at first, but just like everyone else as you get closer to the ceremony it grows bigger and bigger forming around your heart until at 1 am the day after you turn 13 and 6 months, your grimoire will appear. I've seen it a couple of times throughout my time, every time it's different, every time I'm awe struck by the beauty.

So with that I'm going to enjoy my break today to the fullest extent as tomorrow I'm not just going back to the same grueling training it's going to be worse I'm going to have to be like Paimon forcing my gate shut multiple times a day something i am deathly afraid to watch happen much less do especially multiple times a day.

12 hours before the ceremony

What's the direct translation of a superior soul to that of an animal, the answer infinity or at least to the point of economic feasibility of other superior souls. Ahlecks brought goats, two of them both apparently imported from the first floor. Something about that irked me. They'd seen the sun, they'd been able to bask in the sunlight, they'd seen the moon. Though I wouldn't trade places with them, they were friendly and let me pet them and rub their foreheads, but I couldn't get too attached. They were to be sacrificed. one to Shaqar and one to the rest of the pantheon. You didn't have to do this it never does anything your not able to negotiate a cow in a binding contract more than blessing something for alchemical use, but it's a superstition that they'll bless you if you do this so everyone just happily waste enough food to feed a whole tenement housing.

I was lazing back with the goats while my brother and Paimon had a competition to see who could put up the most tables and decorations. Not a great idea if you ask me. I mean if life gives you lemonade and a nice sunchair why go pick oranges, but it didn't matter to me as long as i could rest. Though strangely I did sort of have a valid reason for sitting out my head was begging to hurt quite badly. Probably months of not sleeping well finally caught up to me on the one day I was allowed to take off, oh the gods can be cruel.

7 hours before

The party had officially started with people coming from far and wide to show up. The strangest attendant was this old dude dressed in intricate clerical attire with a long white beard. Lucius knew him somehow though he had a look of disgust in his eyes about slums and smells that were omnipresent at the church. strangely though that disdain avoided its ire on Lucius something very few people could ever lose. Even people in the business look at Lucius with faint glimpses of disgust, now whether Lucius picks up on this or not it's hard to tell but it gets to me, makes me feel bad for my brother but i can't fight every person on the street for him. Along with him most of the other family showed up. Valefar showed up first drunk like a sailor apparently pre gaming this with Freddy who was almost comatose when he showed up. Along with them Ivan showed up with our 3 trainers hand and foot prepping me and Luscious for the heaven we were about to go through tomorrow. No one ever has anything to spare down here so no one brought gifts, not like there expected too. Except for the clergy guy who him and his 3 attendants brought a tiny pouch of gold they all gave over to Father.

3 hours before

It was officially pitch black out with the party spilling out from the backyard into the cemetery. Everyone else in the family was playing hide and seek and other games using little flames Father made as many flashlights, but I sat out. My headache had steadily gotten worse throughout the day with not even Lizzy’s healing magic working on me. By this point my nose had bled twice today though not majorly just annoyingly ruining the nice clothes i had on. All this culminated in me sitting out miserable on this break day cursing the gods say for Shaqar, chilling with the goats in the corner of the party.

1 hour before

They took my goats

I spent all day chilling with those goats just for them to get executed in front of me for some good luck charm

Id probably have been more upset or fought back if I didn't feel awful

The head priest said it could be my body preparing for the ceremony but he wasn't sure Now my nose is constantly bleeding

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The priest even began using healing spells to no appeal though he turned a flower into a constant stream of towels for my nose

39 minutes before

In the past 20 minutes I have gotten exponentially worse My mind has grown a little fuzzy I now have a constant stream of healing magic being placed on me but it doesn't seem to be doing anything I'm sorry gods for cursing at you I didn't mean anything by it earlier I was just frustrated please save me I've cursed the gods many times before but I had to cover my bases to no avail Everyone around me isn't talking cohesively there, all babbling Or maybe it's me I think my eyes are bleeding i think its growing hard to really tell what's happening

I think I heard something about a

Seizure my mouth taste like iron

My ears won't stop ringing

It s t o p p e

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30 minutes before

Not Pallas

Chaos the thought of Jordis rang through the families mind as Pallas laid on the ground profusely bleeding from his eyes, nose, mouth, ears, finger nails, belly button, scalp, penis, skin, nipples. He had felt sick all day but it got progressively worse. His body was deteriorating before their eyes as something was ripping his cells apart. He was shaking violently in 30 second intervals as Hernan and the priest he brought with him all poured every healing spell in the book they knew at him as he convulsed, spewing blood everywhere. Then he had one final convulsion more violent and terrorizing than all before as murmur quietly whispered out of his mouth “i—im sorry.” as he came to sudden stop

He laid there for 5 minutes unflinching everyone around either crying or comforting the people crying as the priest’s tried to resuscitate him

25 minutes before.

I was drowning descending. A calm, I need to stay articulate. I know I need to think. I'm god I'm creation if everything is equally as astronomically improbable as creation itself than any nano angstrom of space no matter how insignificant or petty is entitled to the claim of divinity if not god itself. We have no baseline for the commonality of creation or a creator forming we can only study data sets from within the compounds of our own existence. If you go back 1000 years the chances of it leading to this one instant is infinitely closer to zero than anything yet we try to place some specialty or divinity onto creators who rule over existence yet in all reality there is likely an infinite number of them. What am I thinking

Why is this what's flashing through my head this will have no relevance to the story what is the author talking about ………………………………..wait author

Would that not make him god? Help me pl—---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

I can swim why didn't I think of that everything's foggy and my brain is frying, but I can swim something has set me free I can see the cycle

I AM

25 minutes before

Not Pallas

A stream of sunlight, light bright and pure shooting through all the floors straight down Lucius had never seen such an unfiltered beam of light before. Pallas sat there cold, unmoving for a minute. Then he rose as if being drawn up the light he started to ascend arms spread and legs spread as everyone watched awe stricken and unsure what to do when a laugh rang out. HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH HAHAHAHAHAha hahahahaa rarararara fafafafafafafafaf lalalalalalal rerererererererbebebebeebe.

Hundreds of different laughs rang out from him for about a second until it stopped. His leg fell off, his body had become so unstable that his tissue was simply too weak to fight against gravity. Yet it didn't seem to matter to Pallas who finally opened his eyes. The blood had somehow drained from his eyes, his normal brown hair with brown eyes was gone. A dark blue replaced them, his hair growing white replacing the old brown. A look of pure bliss ran over his face as he floated in the air and looked off into some far away place. A wheel, like that of an old ship, appeared floating just behind his back. It turned slowly screaming under the extreme pressure until it clicked. A combination of bass ear rape and compression let out a loud heavenly sound, and almost instantly the wheel's effects started to take effect. His leg grew back starting with the bone, tendons, muscles, and eventually skin in almost an instant it was back. With every ouraface instantly drying back and retracting blood back into him as everyone looked on in amazement and confusion. He slowly descended back down, extremely hazy still with the look of bliss into Fathers arms who cradled him in his arms till he gained his composure.

1 am

Pallas

I lived a million lives in 10 seconds, throughout time and space I was them from birth to first love to first kiss to death I was them. Every time the burden of my death grew as I repeated a cycle at dizzyingly faster speeds growing quicker and quicker, their lives growing shorter and shorter and less detailed. Once I was born fatherless, then twice, then thrice, then a thousand times, ten thousand times, a hundred thousand times. I appeared at birth, at first birth day, 12th, there loss of virginity, there greatest battle, only the highlights, only the low lights, a Tuesday afternoon, a random Sunday looking at my wife bring me water to recover from a night out, best man at my fully grown sons wedding watching him kissing a woman i didn't approve of, only my death bed with wilting flowers my husband gave me, for only a second.

I was a different man afterwards. My memories are slipping me quickly, my love, my joy fading as I'm no longer that person I can feel myself regressing. It's a terrifying thought, I lived a million lives. a million lived experiences. The worst part is I don't even know why this happened. Hopefully at least a little bit of all I went through will stick with me, but I doubt it by morning there will probably only be a faint hint of all that I went through chalked up to a weird dream.

The ceremony

The event was in shambles, everyone was checking on Pallas and no one was paying attention to the ceremony, but that wouldn't stop what was natural. At one AM on the dot it happened the black mass of mana that had been on the boy's chest dissipated, a surge of power ran through them as their gates properly opened for the first time.

then they appeared something bizarre even in the realm of unique awakenings. Two figures respectively showed up for them, a girl clutching something tightly to her chest lying on her knees hunched over. wearing a black blouse with fine silk and a loose corset with drapes covering her arms about 16 years old or so with spiraling eyes. An assortment of eyes looked on from the background making it look as if they were invading into her room she finally noticed Pallas, Looking up and with a deep sinister grin and laugh, she scotched Pallas massive grimoire over to him before disappearing the next instant. a little freaked out Pallas looked over to Lucius. A man, no a boy stood directly in front of Lucius, constant images flashing by so quickly that you couldn't make out any one of them. you could only make out their sinister nature, as drums rang followed by a loud screaming sound. Text written in a language that couldn't be translated flashed by as the cognition had a noticeable lack of horns.

Lucius

I was paralyzed id never seen anything like this. It looked around tentatively, almost scoffing as all around me seemed to be consumed by a myriad of flashing images, and instruments that sounded like whaling and drums ringing out like a terrible concert. The thing looked at me, never opening or bending its uncanny face, it said “ I finally found you.” as its uncanny face started to droop revealing its body was made of a gross membrane of interconnected souls “Get out of here, you don't belong here.” it screamed in an unnaturally deep voice its body started collapsing in on itself, and like an omen or more like a curse the thing let out one more blood curdling wail “I'M COMING TO GET YOU.” before it disappears leaving the most beautiful Grimoire id ever seen. a thick book almost the size of my torso and intricately decorated with a beautiful white leather ornate with a large mural made of gold plating of a huge battle that spanned the entire heavy thing. The crowd was enthralled by its beauty, and looking over Pallas got the opposite. A seemingly dark inverse of what I got, Tattered red leather ornate with a rose gold version of my design.

Despite how freaked out me and Pallas were, everyone gathered around watching us with a look of excitement and anticipation to see our fate. So even though uncomfortable we crept open these monstrous things to see the title of our grimoire our future fate. {ill fated} it read in a print and font so big it looked ridiculous taking up that much space. No grimoire is supposed to have the same title as another even if it's just a letter being swapped out, but ours were identical no change could be found both read boldly ill fated a vague ominous fortune. Everyone demanded we flip through the book ignoring this strange anomaly everyone clamoring for us to show our bloodline abilities. Neither of our ability names were descriptive of what our powers actually did. My ability was named east coast, which has no relation from what i could tell to my abilities. though I can't complain because my abilities were pretty sweet. Even though my grimoire hasn't developed yet I still had a large amount of initial abilities stimming from my bloodline magic. mines a summoning type power in the dark elements allowing me to summon various arms along with large skeletons and various other things of that nature that I've already done. Though for each spell a beautiful tapestry displaying what it did it was great baseline abilities that I definitely can't complain about. Pallas also has an equally confusing ability named Weird fish. Which allows him to have a wheel which acts as a cycle of karma so every time he needs to heal the wheel will turn switching him to a different stage and set of abilities also an incredible set of abilities. Everyone at the venue from Father to Freddy came up to congratulate us on our abilities and wish us well before they headed home for the night.

After almost everyone had trickled out from the party, when Hernan urgently gathered me, Father, and Pallas around to the front and started whispering to us in a serious tone. “Something isn't right with these two.” looking over to Father “From what I saw it looked like Pallas awakened his abilities just before the ceremony which would make both of them awakened there abilities early. I don't even know what that means it's so rare, and you both have been given such a strong set of abilities there has to be something going on with them.” looking at Father who looks like he's struggling to process “Mr Frankenstein you need to bring these two back down the main church in a couple days. Let Pallas rest for a few, but after that they need to come down as soon as possible. They need to be trained and we need to learn whatever we can about them. I've never heard of a situation like this and it could be dangerous. I have no clue what early awakening does to the body. It's like a one in 10 billion phenomenon and 2 brothers both getting it means there has to be something about them." With all this Father couldn't decline, saying he’ll let Pallas rest for 5 days then come see him, which Hernan accepted before starting to make his way out slouching over and throwing his clerical hoody over his head. Before we could split up I asked him one last question “Could my brother Paimon come? He's also got a unique ability I've never seen anyone else have something similar.” as he's hurrying away he goes “yes that's fine bring anyone related to you if you must I need to get to the bottom of this before the Bureau finds out.” looking up his robe covering his head as if he forgot something he goes “Don't let anyone else know about your awakening the bureau is not your friend.” as he then breaks off into the night.