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Aamon left the dining room and headed toward the balcony closest to the front gate of the mansion the Gerald family occupied. In the distance, he saw multiple cars making their way towards his home.

The collateral families had arrived. The collateral families weren't the direct line of the Gerald family's ancient ancestors. That didn't mean they were weak by any means. In fact, a bit of variance did them well.

The sound of heels hitting the floor made him turn his person and a beauty with a blinding bright smile awaited him. It was Rose of course. Who else would it be?

The children of the Gerald family never saw Aamon as a part of their family. They never had to say it. Though they did, actions speak a lot louder than words and Rose's actions were confusing, if not downright conflicting.

" I see you ran away as fast as you could. Scared of little old Ishmael?" she said. Rose had never been hostile toward him. That didn't mean she wasn't trouble. 

" I fear none of your brothers. Never had. Never will."

Rose tilted her head. " Why don't you fight back then?" She gave his arms playful squeezes which he brushed off. Rose was always a bit touchy-feely with him, but he wasn't sure if she was like that with other men. He knew Mai was.

" I won't fight back because your family took me in. Mikael took me in. Fighting your brothers over nothing isn't enough for me to jeopardize that. Why don't you treat me like Ishamel and Eli do? I've always wondered."

" And scare away this handsome face?" Aamon turned away before Rose saw his cheeks flush.

" I don't hate you Aamon and I'm sure the others don't. It's just the way we're raised as nobles. I'm sure you understand, but Mikael never raised you like us. You are free no matter your last name. Meanwhile, I'm expected to be married off to some playboy royal." Her eyes were distant, gazing far and wide.

Aamon gripped the balcony's railings until his hands hurt. He didn't know why his heart broke when she said that. He took a deep breath to calm himself and then Rose was at his side brightening up his day with her pearly whites.

" Mad on my behalf? If I didn't know any better. I would say you're jealous?" she said playfully as always.

He let that linger for a bit, before thinking about what to say next. " Jealous isn't the word, but I want better for you Rose. I know you want love. Not love that has to be earned over time or chosen for you, but true love that makes your heart beat out your chest at the sight of them. I wish that for you."

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It was Rose's turn for her cheeks to flush. Aamon was an idiot. A really tall and handsome idiot. Rose had tried her best to hide her crush, but her father sniffed it out when they were kids and nipped it in the bud before it could blossom. Her father wouldn't always be around though. Especially when she was in Ezerth. She gave the dark-haired boy a glance and smiled.

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Aamon and Rose made their way to the awakening room. It was a large circular place in the fortress he called a home. The most prominent and powerful of multiple bloodlines would sit up top in the booths while everyone else was seated in the decks.

When he finally arrived, butts were in seats for the most part. He and Rose found theirs in the Gerald section of the room. As Aamon made his way, he felt the gazes of everyone. He knew why of course. It wasn't a secret of the hate and confusion the family had toward him.

He brushed off the feeling, sat, and moments later, Mikael made himself present on stage. The crowd turned silent damn near instantly. Aamon chuckled at that.

With a few awkward coughs, Mikael began his speech." Welcome to Gerald's residence. The time has come to let our little hatchlings grow and spread their wings." The audience clapped and stopped a bit after.

" This year, I feel that this will be the most talented era we've had yet which also means the danger we face will be a bit more grim than usual." Mikael gave the crowd a smile that made Aamon's spine itch.

" Without further ado, let's get the awakening ceremony started. We'll begin with the Sylvian family."

The Sylvian family's matriarch along with four other young women made their way to the center of the room where an altar holding a silver orb was stationed. The matriarch stood on one side of the altar while the other four stood on the other. The silver-haired woman gestured toward the altar and one of the silver-haired girls placed her hand on the orb and it glowed a pale blue. Then, ice formed around it, and the room's temperature dropped noticeably. 

Aamon saw the matriarch grin. Ice mages were the Sylvian family's staple magic so he could guess why she was happy. The other three had the same result with minor differences. Some of their classes would be stronger than the others but potentials could be broken with luck and hard work.

The other families followed soon after. Some awoken elemental magic . Others physical enhancement magic. There were infinite amounts of magical classes available. They were largely genetic but that didn't mean magic didn't stray sometimes. Soon it was time for the main line to be examined like wild animals.

Ishmael confidently strolled his way to the altar looking as arrogant as ever. The Gerald family were good-looking people. The boys bore red hair and chiseled features. The women had blonde hair, green eyes, and bodies that were mouthwatering. Aamon almost burst thinking about Rose nude.

  Ishmael placed his hand on the altar and glowed a bright yellow. Soon the sound of thunder was heard and lighting came to existence around his form. Aamon snuck a glance at August. The man was usually stoic, but when his family was involved, the mask shattered. August's smile didn't reach his lips, but his eyes told the story. Lightning was the bloodline element of the 

Main Gerald family. 

Just like Ishmael, the other sibling awoke the lightning element with strong reactions from the orb. The Collateral families all cheered knowing the main family's future would be strong.

Soon those cheers died down and all eyes landed on Aamon. There were plenty of people not related to the Gerald family here, but he knew they didn't draw their ire like he did thanks to Grandpa Mikael. 

Rose gave him a reassuring hand grip which he was sure August saw. He made his way to the center of the room feeling as small as he'd ever felt. Then he placed a palm on the altar and the room itself shook like an earthquake happened. The orb turned dark. Almost like there was nothing there. Aamon's eyes turned pitch black.

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Rose watched in anticipation for Aamon's turn. Mikael always beat around the bush when it came to Aamon's origins and how they met. She knew if Aamon was nothing, insignificant, he wouldn't be here. Her father wouldn't trust him to protect her. Let alone be his brother, technically.

As soon as his hand touched the orb she felt a chill go down her spine. She knew this feeling. She'd tried to end her life many moons ago after her marriage was announced and she'd almost succeeded until she was miraculously brought back. This feeling was death, but a lot worse than she remembered.

  Around Aamond, a dark and ominous aura surrounded his body. She swore she could see ghosts and apparitions in it. His aura then swirled as it began to turn into a large throne surrounded by skulls. On it was a large muscular figure like a titan. It bore horns and eyes that looked like gaping holes in the abyss.

The man wore a crown adorned with powerful sparkling gems. His dark locks were long down his shirtless chest. The real sense of dread came from the scythe in his hand. It was made of bone with the blade made of the same darkness his eyes were. Those eyes landed on Rose before disappearing and the room stopped shaking.

*****

Aamon awoke from his trance to see eyes that bore hatred, now changed into something a bit different. He removed his focus from those around him to the grimoire in front of him.

Name: Aamon Gerald (????????)

Class: Necromancer

Class Rank- (?????????)

Realm: Low Copper

Inherit skills -  (4/10) (??????)

Raise skeletons

Undead control

Name Undead

Spirit Summoning ( Temporarily Sealed )

Learned Skills-

Attunement-??????

Pseudo rank-