PART 1

The black mist in the castle hall started clearing giving view to what appeared to be a little girl standing in front of them. She had her right side of the face covered with jet black hair while the rest of her face shifted in both colour and appearance every time one would look at her. At first, the left part appeared porcelain white and then by looking again it shifted to black with small blue scars running down her cheek. The only part that didn’t change was the eye which had its distinct red colour just like the boy.

The girl had the appearance of being cute and innocent but her eye suggested something else entirely. By gazing at the eye, one could feel their soul slowly corroding into nothingness and once you were pulled in the gaze it was impossible to pull yourself out again. You become lost never to be recovered again.

Barbato was not looking at the girl directly but instead staring down as he had once experienced the power of her eyes. As she slowly walked towards Lyoss one could feel the aura her power was casting over them. Their very foundation of reality was crushed as they understood this was a being beyond the realm of gods because her presence outdated creation itself. They tried putting up magic defence barriers which collapsed as soon as they were cast.

The girl took a deep breath and breathed out a few times.

“How nostalgic this is. To think I even forgot how rich in mana the air is!” she happily exclaimed.

She twirled and jumped in delight as Lyoss and Minerva were shocked by her actions which seemed to contradict her suppressing aura. When she was twirling around her aura caught the presence of an aberration. Something was emitting an aura similar to her but somehow different. She couldn’t quite wrap her finger around it but the presence was too evocative as it drew some of her memories.

This aura no that is not possible she thought in her mind.

She looked at what Lyoss held in her hand and was immediately drawn towards it. In just an instant she appeared where Lyoss was standing but met her path had been obscured by a large spear held by Barbato.

The spear had a faint golden glow to it and its presence signifies that it was a divine weapon. However, it had lost much of its glory leaving it much weakened but still it was a divine weapon capable of handing out as much damage as possible to the opponent.

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The girl looked at Barbato’s spear as if it was a joke and she raised her left hand and grabbed the speartip. This caused the spear to suddenly start glowing a dark red which started from the speartip to the handle and wherever the red line went it left the place crumbling to dust and soon Barbato was holding nothing but his fingers within his clutch.

The girl looked agitated and with a swift flick of her wrist, Barbato was sent crashing into the nearby pillar which collapsed under the excessive force against it. When Barbato tried to stand the girl flicked her wrist several times which sent Barbato crushing all over the place. Later the only outcome was a battered Barbato with the entire place littered with broken wall pieces.

She walked towards him and grabbed his neck with her left hand and slowly started to tighten her grip. Barbato tried to grab her hand but the lack of air dulled his motion leaving him in an incredible pitiful state.

A loud yawning sound came from the baby which stopped all the commotion going on. With a loud breath, Barbato finally breathed again when she released her grip on him. Just like before she suddenly appeared in front of Lyoss unannounced and uninvited and took the boy away from her hands.

A light breeze swept across the face of the boy which caused him to open his eyes. She saw that his left eye was red and his right eye was an abyssal black. This seemed to further exhilarate her as she rocked him back and forth. How long had she waited for this day truly this was miraculous no this was divine.

In front of the boy was a girls face which was not familiar but strangely familiar. Her presence didn’t indicate a threat but instead, he felt oddly calm and even peaceful as if without a worry in the world. He reached out to touch the face but had his hands held middle way.

“You can't go touching people’s faces lest you be cursed. However, since today is a joyous day I will give you my blessing whether it will a gift or a curse all depends on how you use it,” she told the boy.

“Your face reminds me of him. Both of you have the same eyes which makes me excited whenever you gaze upon me. He died before fulfilling his promise but promised me he will come again,” she continued, “I shall give you one of my name, Mortem and your second name shall be !?#:/!. This means the death god who kills a thousand on a red night,” said the girl.

Inside the boys head, he heard a voice that said Name acquisition acquired. The locked name is unsealed and the name Mortem has been acknowledged and granted. Secondary effects of the naming have been received and recognized and the unique skill (!?#:/!) has also been acknowledged and granted.

The little girl silently looked into the boys status and after confirming both skills have been etched into his soul raised the boy and he felt a joyous feeling envelope him which caused both of them to laugh hysterically. None of them knew why they were so joyous but they just were. It was an indescribable feeling only affecting the two of them as the two laughed the night off.

This might have seemed like an ordinary night to the people in the other kingdoms but this night was where madness was birthed and took shape.