Remember when I said the will of the world might feel inadequate to judge some people's potential so it hands off that duty to a higher power?
Remember the criterion for awakening?
Now tell me this…
If Zion void, whom until now, we haven't heard of any of his exploits, other than the fact that he's a pretentious young master…
If this Zion void, was considered worthy by the cosmic will…
What then someone who was so abominable his enemies dubbed him the bloodless one..
What then someone who, at the age of fourteen, when his peers were still trying to understand how to stomach death, had already claimed enough lives to cause literal rivers of blood and mountains of corpses?
What then someone who, at the age of sixteen, already had over 10,000 men at his beck and call, most of whom were beyond tier 9 experts, all because he clenched the role of young legion commander….
What then someone who, his only competition, the only person he has ever considered his equal, is someone who had once stood tall against a horde of high level demons, righteously defending a dilapidated village…
What then, someone, who stands proudly at the second spot of the nothern continent's heavenly prides list?
A list compiled by hylea herself..
A list containing the most monstrous unawakened geniuses on the nothern continent…
Demons, elves, dwarves, beast men, faes, dragonkin…. EVERYTHING…
And yet he stands heads and shoulders above them all?
If some no name at the bottom tier 20s could awaken something of a mid-cosmic grade, what then the second most monstrous prodigy the nothern continent had ever seen?
I'll tell you what…..
Absolute GREATNESSSS!!!!!
DONGGGGGGGGGGG!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
A long resonant chime…
One that echoed deep into the bones, into the souls, into the very being of every single soul on hylea…
They all felt it..
From the lowest of the low, to highest most powerful…
From the lower realms, to the upper realms…
From the bloodthirsty demons invading, the the demigods in central heaven…
They felt the shift,
They felt the presence,
They felt THE GRANDEUR…
And then..
{MARVELLOUS!!!!!}
Came the declaration of the cosmic will itself….
{Absolutely Wonderful!!!}
It continued…
It's words ancient and powerful..
Like a voice through time and space…
Slowly the world started turning red…
A strange suffocating red…
Like the world had been plunged into a pool of BLOOD!!
{Born for carnage, Born for slaughter, Born for blood..
You have remoulded thyself in the image of blood…
You have bathed in the crimson demise of your foes..
Your presence, your being, your existence, has cast a shadow and a hold over the very blood that sustained their existence…
Marvellous!!!!
Bloodless!! They called you..
Bloodless you shall be…
For from now henceforth all your foes, those unworthy of your gaze, shall have their life, their very essence, in your grasp, so
RISE O CHILD OF BLOOD AND CLAIM DOMINION OVER BLOOD!!!!!}
Dinggggggfg!!!!!!!
{YOU HAVE RECEIVED THE TITLE: BLOODLESS ONE}
Crack!!! Booom!!!
Immediately that declaration rang out, the arena floor, all around, fissured, cracked and exploded in a rain of dust…
The atmosphere turned stark crimson, a bloody moon rising on the horizon, bathing the world in a bloody crimson radiance..
And that's when they felt it…
Blood!!
Their own blood, rioting within them, refusing their controls..
Many started bleeding from all their orifices as their blood tried to escape from their bodies, longing to pay respects to their sovereign…
The weaker ones within the crowd outright exploded into a crimson shower of blood as they surged towards Damon…
A towering Pilar of bloody energy erupting with him as the center..
It's concentration so thick it looked like liquid blood floating upwards….
Behind Damon, a massive dark crimson halo rose, it spurn slowly with a wet gurgling sound as if a churning river of blood…
And within that massive halo, rested a bloody greatsword..
It's hilt a deep black, it's blade, a brilliant crimson hue like just freshly drawn from blood, it stood with a menace words couldn't even begin to describe..
And then,
From within the bloody Pilar of energy, an arm emerged..
It looked nothing like the arm of a man..
Clad in a deep crimson claw like gauntlets, it stretched forth towards the greatsword within the crimson halo…
It's hands wrapping firmly around the hilt, and with a soft clench,
Bang!!
It all exploded…
The Pilar of light, the crimson energy being suffused into the environment, it all expunged outwards..
And there, standing within a wrecked arena,
Damon "Bloodless" Wildheart…
At least is what people thought..
For what met the eyes of everyone, was not a man but a being..
Slowly raising his crimson greatsword to a rest on his shoulder, clad in a deep crimson armor, with jagged spikes rising from its pauldrons…
Where there should've been Damon's face, all that was seen, was a dark crimson helmet that obscured all view, save for his deep crimson eyes that shone like bloody rubies…
Standing at over 7ft tall, He/It slowly raised its bloody great sword and placed it on its shoulders with a firm,
Clang!!!
And as if waiting for him to finish his posturing, the cosmic will rang out once more,
This time, it's writings in a bloody crimson hue..
{Damon "Bloodless" Wildheart… You have risen…
Bloodline awakened: Child of blood (Origin)
Physique awakened: Bloodborn (Origin)
Glorious!!!}
And the moment they saw these words…
Every single Wildheart on the scene shot up to their feet….
Origin rank…
Origin rank bloodline…
"Impossible" Thorak mumbled.. eyes wide with disbelief..
It's not that he hasn't seen an origin rank bloodline before…
He himself is one such being…
But!!!
That was after years and years of accumulating achievements and then having the will of the cosmos bestow it upon him..
But to awaken as an origin grade bloodline holder?
What levels of obscenity have your potential reached?
Rumble!!!!!!
A rumble echoed within the skies and with a flash of golden lightening a man appeared…
His features old yet ruddy…
His pure white hair trailing down his toned back, his long braided beard floating in an act of defiance towards gravity itself..
His presence all encompassing…
The wildhearts seeing this man appear, all bowed deeply..
"Greet the ancestor, lord bjorn"..
That's right, the conqueror himself..
Bjorn Wildheart…
But the man himself didn't Register their words, he couldn't even hear them, for his gaze was trained on only Damon, his voice low as he muttered…
"Origin.. another origin rank… it's true… it's true"..
He kept on murmuring, his body trembling with, excitement?
"Hahahahahahahahahhaha, it's TRUE!!!!!" He exploded with laughter….
Confusing all the patriarchs and Wildhearts..
…..
…..
All this had nothing to do with Damon at the moment, he stood still, his great sword origin weapon resting on his shoulder..
His gaze trained first towards Zion void, who at this moment was channeling his void energy with all his might to negate Damon's influence on him… his body trembling, nothing like the confident facade he showed earlier…
Losing interest, Damon's gaze landed on his brother/cousin, Sol wildheart, the only person worthy of his attention barring that monster..
And true to his brother's expectations, Sol stood firm, his posture straight, head held high as he met Damon's gaze head on…
His blood? Perfectly under control, not a twitch in any way…
Damon seeing this, turned away once again, unsurprised, after all, that's HYPERION..
His gaze now moving towards the one being who has suppressed him all his life..
In his heart only one thought echoed..
'Surely, surely, now I'm worthy of your attention little brother'..
And true to his thoughts…
Dindu met his gaze with a wild feral smile…
His battle intent leaking violently..
His gaze primal as he fixed a deathly stare on Damon, still seated, still cradling shafrin, who for the life of her hasn't budged an inch..
For he was waiting..
Waiting to see what sol had in store for him…
For now? Now they've piqued his interest, and honestly?
It's impossible to know if that's a good thing for either sol or Damon, but either way, time will tell….
Thanks for reading