4 chapter 4 Acceptance

Eddie is now looking at me in horror. I suppose hearing me say a name that he didn't give me just broke his child loving heart. Not my fault, he decided to keep me all on his own. The pope continues to stare me down and continues asking questions.

"What is your purpose, Cresel Stinger?"

"I don't know."

"You don't...? Did your god not tell you?"

"No."

"What did she tell you?"

"She ask if I wanted to 'try again'."

"What does that mean?"

"I'm not sure."

"What was your answer?"

"No."

"Then why are you here if you told her you didn't want to start again?"

"To try again means to start over. I don't want to rewrite history no matter how little of an impact it had on the future. It wouldn't change the outcome. So she told me to 'start anew' instead."

"Ah. To try again or try anew. That indeed sounds like what god would say." Huh? He referred to her as 'God' not 'your god'. He suddenly starts smiling to himself and It was freaking me out. "Place your hand on this device, if you please."

"... Why?" I'm curious as to why he wants to know what I can do.

"So I know where to put you."

"What the hell does that mean?" I cover my mouth the moment I say this. My tongue slipped out of habit. I knew what that sounded like. But he only chuckles at my rude remark with a nicer smile while his attendants glare daggers at me.

"I suppose Edward did not tell you that you were accepted to be part of our new school of the chosen." This is indeed news to me. "We are looking for chosen children like you to enter our school. Children with eyes like yours. For the past two years, the church of every known god, has proven their existence to the world through their chosen few. Having said that you are the only one with a different complexion all together to add to your eyes. There are some born with marks similar to tattoos that show which god they are associated with, but you... Your skin is something I have never seen or heard of before. Beyond my better judgement, I decided to accept you as one of my honor students."

"Ooh~." That actually sounds interesting. To think my looks would contribute to higher education. But, be that as it may, others with marks of a god have been appearing since... When exactly? Well, they have been getting noticed as of late. There's one more thing I'd like to know though. "... What happened to the previous pope? You're a lot younger than I had expected you to be so I doubt you were around when Edward tried to stopped the blood ritual at that time."

"No, I was, but you're right to say I wasn't the pope then. Would you believe me if I told you he was removed by the forces of his own god?"

Hah! Surves the old perverted fucker right!

"Well, anyway, I guess I'll see what I can do. Hand me that machine." I just realized by the look on the attendants face, that I was acting a little too familiar. I couldn't tell you why, but I guess it's something to do with how calm he seems to be in my presence. I'm not sorry either. I place my hand on the scanner of the machine and its screen starts displaying things. More than I thought it would actually.

It showed two names. Mine and the one Eddie gave me. Then two age numbers. Seven and fifty-six. So I started rebirth at one. Next were my stats and power capacity. Completely healthy with a slow growing capacity, but it climes all the same while I hold onto the scanner. Finally my abilities and control over them. I do have all of my powers from before. All blood based abilities from red vine to ruby bullet and so on. I also have new ones based on darkness. Shadow jumper and necromonger. I haven't slightest idea why those two of all things. I'm not a necromancer. I don't even like dead things. Ironic for a blood mage, I know. Then there was something called voice. I've always had this but I found it completely useless and never bothered with it. All it does is amplify my voice anyway I chose. Now, the quality and quantity of my magic and power. They were supposed to be numbers for them to show where I am at this moment, but it only shows how many elements I have. Five of them in total, but only showing two of the five, the two I know, blood and black. The quality isn't displayed.

Finally their was my blessing and title. Well blessings and titles. My blessings are Protection and guidance of the blood of god and divine life of the god of death. That's a given for any blood worshiper, minus the god of death. Now, having a title at this point in life is rare enough, but having multiple is supposed to be out right impossible. The one everyone should know is disciple of blood but what the fuck is all of this? Blood mage I guess is understandable since its part of the disciple title. Vampire!? Dark Lord? Lamb? What is lamb? And why a fucking vampire!? I can sit here in the sunlight just fine! I've never been one for nocturnal wonder. I hate the dark. My body is warm and my blood is pumping with every beat of my heart. So what is this?

The attendant taps the machine to see if anything was broken. It is old after all, but nothing changed. The pope leans close to me and opens my mouth. Ow! Son of a hore! He didn't have to yank my jaw off!

"What in all that is holy and pure!? You have two sets of fangs in there!" I got what!? "Edward! What the hell is all this about this boy?! I never heard of any of the blood worships having these attributes! What gives!?"

"I don't know! Ask the boy!"

"I don know eiser! Ret go of me! Sat hurs!" I say in frustration.

"Ah. Right." He lets me go and I rub my face to ease the pain. Fucking retard! Shit, that explains my necromancer skills. "And it's still registering more things. Just what is all of this?"

It finally stops on the last title... But. Summoner of gods?

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