She looked outside the window where leaves of many colours formed a carpet beyond the fence. A year for fifteen: four seasons for sixty. She still held apprehension over letting him leave. And after so long, that feeling only grew with time.
[Please be well, Igor. We're waiting for you.]
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|DxD|- Chapter 78- The Past Days
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Divinity: it was a broad yet obscure concept. It was an ethereal power that existed somewhere between concept and reality. Gods possessed this power and could wield it at will to do as they saw fit.
"In the beginning, the All-Father created the world, sealing it from the realm of chaos and created a planet out of nothing, for Creation was his divinity. He gifted this power to Adam, his son who was made in his image."
Adam was a god made flesh. His word could overturn the heavens and flip night into day. Mountains and seas obeyed his will, and rocks spoke volumes of his tales.
"For years after, Adam and his wife were the king and queen of the world. The All-Father created more humans for them to look up to his chosen ones, his creations who were perfect and divine."
In the days of the First Era, humans could feast on the fruits of the world without fear of an untimely end. For countless years, it was this way, until the king and queen defied the All-Father's creed by consuming the forbidden fruit.
"Alas, we as descendants carry this burden. The All-Father, in his rage, banished his beloved children from his eternal garden, and took away the immortality our ancestors possessed."
Bonds that lasted many years swiftly ended. Those who'd lived for over a thousand years withered like flowers in a drought. In mere years, they returned to dust. For a humanity who could not spell 'funeral', the anguish of losing their closest companions one after the other had many cursing the All-Father and turning to other gods.
"When a bond that has lasted countless millennia is suddenly ended for a crime not of your own…sigh…"
The knowledge of good and evil was passed on, and most fell to the evil known today. Acts unforgivable to the heaven and earth took place under the sun. The acts of debauchery drenched the All-Father in growing anger until one day, he gave in.
"In a time where the first ancestor and his wife had passed on for many millennia, the All-Father finally made the decision to bring an end to an era."
The Great Flood killed a great many races, rendering most extinct. No power could stop the angry God, not even other gods, for Earth was his domain and creation.
"When the world was desolate, the All-Father took the seeds of his chosen survivors and recreated the beauty of the world, but did not return the power."
Five-hundred years—that was all humanity had. Stripped of their power, stripped of their divinity, and stripped of their lifespan, the All-Father took away humanity's capital for arrogance.
"Hundreds of years after, our ancestors were not reconciled. Dragons, phoenixes, and other powerful beast races roamed the world. Humanity could no longer reign supreme. Frustrated by their lack of power and inability, the descendants sought to regain the might of their ancestors. And so the brightest minds of the time gathered together at the Tower of Babel."
The All-Father had taken away the power of the voice, but still left his children with his language and the power to scribe using it. And the very power meant to protect them became tools to spite God.
"The All-Father was willing to let them discover a path back to glory. He neither halted nor interrupted their research. It was only when he understood their motivations, did he intervene."
Greed and conquest knew no end, and those two fostered a strong cohesion between those with a strong desire for human dominance.
"The All-Father decreed his will, and it marked humanity's decline. By his command, they were stripped of the Adamic tongue. Their knowledge and language were scrambled, and nations scattered like sand in the desert wind. The tribes of that time became no more, apart from one."
Ariya of Kur, the leader of a small mountain nation, had refused the invitation to research a path back to supremacy. Countless had mocked his decision, and the All-Father blessed him for it.
"We preserved our heritage, preserved our tongue, and preserved our strength. And the All-Father provided the great ancestor with the research attained in the Babel Tower. It is this very text that I wish to go over with you, Igor, for while it is incomplete, it has the wisdom of our predecessors."
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Igor closed the book with a deep breath. He closed his eyes and collected himself. Not long ago, he'd entered the library with hopes of understanding that mysterious state. Yet not only did he find an answer, he stumbled upon something else entirely.
"Now I know why I couldn't see the writing before."
The book was long and hinted at something with a connection to the first era, something intrinsic to humans like the bloodline abilities of devil nobility. It was a concept that made him feel a strong measure of intrigue, but he restrained himself from becoming too excited.
"Choose your path, Igor. You have two options."
The state he tapped into was related to spirit energy. When the energies fused in his mind, it should've ended at catapulting him to high-class according to the training manuals. Whatever that state was, was an anomaly, perhaps a result of richer spirit energy or a greater fusion state not yet discovered.
What Marcei described was an inherited power and a possible transformation or evolution. These were two different paths and both had a sense of urgency to them. One path would have to receive less attention, because juggling both with the same focus would weigh him down.
Igor stretched out his hand and took an old leather bound book. It was small and seemingly had less than a hundred pages. But looks could always be deceiving.
"Let me see what that research was. I'll base my final decision from there."
Chapter 78
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