Chapter 2

We got home some hours ago, Sam was already back and my mom is currently serving dinner.

My dad seats at the head of the dining table conversing with Sam, I am at the end of the table, opposite my father, while Sam is at the left of my dad opposite my mom on a square dining.

"So how was your adventure?" My dad asks eager to know. Sam went on a two weeks long adventure to monster hunting trip with her boyfriend, the city renown jerk face Hunter Max Rim, brother of the third in command of Phoenix Guild. A jerk in my opinion but no one cares.

"It was extremely fun. I got to raise my level to level 6 from level 4 and gained alot of experience." She narrates her tale while managing to be annoying at the same time.

"At least someone is getting somewhere, unlike a worthless person here." Father sends me a glare releasing his killing intent.

I shrug it off cause I'm immune to any type of intent and also cause he always release his intent without knowing when talking to me so I've gotten used to it.

"Jerry, not at the table." My mom says glaring at him.

He scoffs and continue eating his food, I hope he chokes on it, I could make him choke I know but then I won't not yet at least.

"Silver, I can talk to Max and maybe he'll let you in on one of our hunts and you'll be able to raise your level. Though I doubt you'll be able to reach my stage at all." She gloats, like always, gloating anytime she gets back home. One could say Sam is a genius cause not many people are able to make it to level 6 stage when they're 20 years of age. The highest stage being 15, anything higher than that and you'll be regarded as a god.

"I'm sure I don't need it. Thank you." I say sarcastically.

"I'm only trying to help." She tries playing the good, caring elder sister but that pretentious act isn't working on me.

"The Bastard doesn't recognize good. His life is afterall miserable." Father chuckles as he makes to drink water.

You know what I said about not using my power, well I take it back. I constrict the air in his lungs and watch as he gasp for air, my mom and sister jumps out of their seat and try helping him breathe.

"H-elp." Father manages to say as his face was becoming pale.

I should probably stop now. I release my hold on him and he takes in a deep breath, breathing like his life depended on it, which they do.

"Are you okay?" My mom asks worried. She pats his back as he drinks water and nods.

"You scared us for a second there." Sam says heaving a sigh of relieve.

I smirk at my doing and watch as everyone seats back down. Father looks at me for a bit then shakes his head and continues eating.

A knock interrupts the silence and I volunteered to go check who was at the door.

I open the door the see a beast-lady, a beast-lady is a part monster, part lady. She has red furry hair and a red tail wags behind her, her clothes were ragged and dirty but she doesn't seem to mind. She must be the someone the old man at the Merchant Hall was talking about as she holds the black box hosting the adamantine sword.

"From Old Francis at the Merchant Hall." She says bowing down.

Beastkind are usually used as slaves in the city, most people despise them cause of what they signify.

"Alright thanks." I take the box from her and put my hand in my pocket conjuring a silver coin then hands it over to her.

Some of you might be wondering, why I haven't just been creating coins but like I said I wanted to live a low-key life.

The girl, probably my age mate stares at the silver coin in her hand and looks back up at me.

"W-hat for?" She stammers.

"Keep it. Use it to take care of yourself. Probably get a new cloth." I say smiling, before she could say another thing I lock the door.

I head back to the dining, dropping the box on the table before taking my sit.

"Sam, I bought this for you--" Father starts but I interrupt.

"Actually mother did but then it's dad's money. You get the gist."

Father glares at me but didn't retort which suprised me, he is probably suspicious of me due to the choking.

Sam opens the box and gasps when she sees the sword, she pulls it out and admires it then hugs father.

"This is beautiful. Thanks so much." She beams happily.

I clear my throat and everyone turns to look at me.

"I'm assuming you didn't get the gist. I said mom bought it." I repeat.

"So? It's dad's money." Sam retorts.

"Silver drop it." Before I could say anything, Mom orders. I glare at Sam and she rolls her eyes at me.

Dinner ends and I help pack up and do the dishes while dad just sat on the couch watching TV and Sam went to our room.

After I was done in the kitchen I was about heading to my room, when father's gruff voice stops me.

"Silver."

I turn to look at him, knowing he never calls me by my name.

"Yes Father?"

"What did you do to me at the dining?" He slowly gets up and looks at me holding his un-sheathed sword.

I cautiously back up and ask. "What do you mean?"

"Don't play dumb with me? You caused my choking." He blames me.

I smirk mentally, he's not as stupid as I thought.

"I didn't." I feint ignorant but he doesn't seem to believe as he swings at me.

You know there's a limit to patience and even as someone who has all the time in the world, sometimes you just snap especially when the person is just openly defying you. I mean someone you created with like less than 0.0000001% of your abilities has the gut to attack you.

I know you might be thinking, this guy has god syndrome, feeling like he's stronger than everyone and can do whatever he likes just cause he has the power to. I assure you it's like that. I've had it with him and well I wanted to test my powers what better way to do it.

I lift my hand and watched as the sword came in contact with it and shattered into several pieces. Father's facial expression morphed into that pure shock as he took a step back glancing between me and his sword.

I discreetly put a time stop in the kitchen where my mom is and the room where Sam is. Then place a barrier surrounding the house to prevent any let out of Aura.

I slowly took a step towards my dad, smirking as I thought of different things I could do to him.

"Kneel." I order infusing divine pressure on him.

He fell to his knees immediately, blood pouring from his eyes and nose.

"Dear Father. I have tolerated you for long enough if not because of mom I would have turned you to dust since gods know when." Well I'm god and I certainly know when but then.

"Who a-re y-ou?" He stammers and coughs out blood.

I'll give it to him for actually being able to talk while my pressure is on him. He is a royal guard for a reason but I'm not even releasing 1% of my divine pressure yet I'm impressed.

"Well I go by many names, some people call me the demon king, some the Great one, others The King of Debauchery but I personally prefer being called Silver. It's a really nice name." I explain and raise his chin so he's looking directly into my eyes.

"You see I'll want nothing more than to kill you now but mom won't be happy so here's what I'll do." I channel a bit of power to my eyes and felt the familiar glow.

Everything became dark as I transport the both of us to my pocket dimension.

Father is now upside down, tied to the ceiling with his leg, he's naked and below him are several jagged swords which would impale him if the rope mistakenly cut or is cut on purpose.

I conjure up a dagger and pat the side of his face, I'm not a psychopath trust me but it's good to have fun once in a while.

"I'll start with carving out your innards. I'm sure you've have had thought on what they look like." I chuckle as cut deep into his stomach ripping off his skin letting his innards dangle out of his body.

He screams in terror and pain and ends up passing out due to the sheer horror and mostly pain.

I never knew you could pass out with just an illusion, however I can't have him passing out just when the fun is about to begin. I snap my finger and he regained consciousness and starts screaming again.

"Music to my ears." I hum a sweet Melody as he continues screaming.

"Dear dear, you make such a great singer." I compliment his singing or rather screaming and place my dagger near the ropes.

"Now what would it feel like being impaled by all of this." I point to the jagged swords below him.

Although in pains, he manages to follow my point and shakes his head, blood coming out from his eyes instead of tears.

"I'll like to know how that feels." I smirk evilly and cut the rope. He screams as he falls to his death, the swords impales both his eyes, his throat, both his hands, his mid-section and both his legs. Turning him to a lovely horror poster.

"Artistic genius." I mentally applaud myself and snap my finger returning us back to reality.

Father's eyes were rolled over his head, his pants were soiled with urine and he's out cold.

"Wake up, you're spoiling my fun." I raise his head as he slowly regains consciousness, his eyes looking lifeless.

"Listen carefully. The next time you raise your voice or do anything to offend me or mom. You'll be reminded of your eternal punishment for the rest of your life. Do you understand?" I warn, he nods meekly.

"Good, now you'll forget all this ever happened in the first place. However one mistake and you'll find yourself back in eternal torment." I snap my finger and a dull golden glow covers his body, his eyes had it's familiar fire back in them, the blood from his face already cleared up and everything was back to normal.

"You called, dad." I taunt just as he gets up from his kneeling position.

"What am I doing here? I didn't call you." He says and looks around confused.

I smile and head to my room, my sister and I both share the same room but different beds incase you perverts start getting any funny idea.

She's currently giggling while on a magical call using the communication orb with Max. I ignore her and get on my bed.

I don't really sleep, I more or less drift away, my consciousness drifts back to the realm of the gods. No one notices my present in the god hall, I'm sitting on the largest throne made with Silver and glowing with power stronger than all existence yet.

Only two gods were around, Starr and Flora, the gods of space and time and goddess of the land respectively. They were the two first gods I created when I started my whole adventure of creating world's, the rest were mortals that managed to break the threshold of immortality ofcourse by my will and I rewarded them by making them gods and slave to the world as a punishment.

I flare a bit of my aura to announce my presence, the two gods immediately go to kneels bowing down.

Starr, a being created by the implosion of a star, his body is ethereal, pure starry night black with golden small stars on his body, his eyes are pure white and on his collar bone is a golden tattoo with the sign *S*.

"Great one." He greets.

"My Lord." Flora also greets, unlike Starr, she is completely green in color although both of them can change their forms, this is their divine form, Her dirt-brown hair reaches her legs and there are small outgrowths of Rose all over a body, she's like a living soil.

"Reports." I order.

"They've been no messing around with reality so far Great one. Everything is moving according to Faith. No mess in Space and Time continum also." He reports still bowing down.

I turn to face Flora, she clears her throat and reports;

"Majority of the gods are following the rules of the universe strictly. However, the god of war Warrin and the goddess of order are in a dispute which has led to some clashes only at the gods realm."

"What are you doing about it?" I ask. I made certain rules for all gods to follow, one of them being they must follow all universal rules and regulations, another being whatever dispute they may have must not directly affect the races.

"I'm mediating between the both of them my Lord and they have reached a parley at the moment." She explains.

"Very well." Just as I was about to go back to my original state, Starr interrupts with a question.

"When would you be coming back?"

"Soon." I reply and immediately return back to my body.

Sam is still talking with that jerk, I should tell her to go to bed since we'll be having our tests tomorrow but I don't care.