Secrets in Crepsculum

Click! Clack! Click! Clack! Click! Clack!

Sounds reverberated in a dark hall, a hall so dark it could put the abyss to shame.

"Francesco," a soothing, charming voice sounded in the dark hall, her voice quickly disappearing as if sucked by the darkness.

Whoosh! Whoosh!

Dark green flames erupted from lamps in the hall, dimly illuminating it.

The hall was grand, its tall ceilings supported by pillars made of bones, bones of different creatures.

Click! Clack! Click! Clack! Click! Clack!

With confidence, the woman who had called out to Francesco walked on the grey ceramic floor towards the only furniture in the grand hall, a large king-size bed, intricately decorated with images of bones of various creatures.

At the head of the bed was the skull of a flood dragon, a trophy of some sort to the owner of the bed.

The woman was adorned in a white overall gown, and despite its baggy nature, it could not hide her voluptuous curves. A transparent white veil covered her face, making it impossible to discern her facial appearance in the dim luminance of the grand hall.

"Francesco?!" she called out, standing beside the king-size bed.

The blood-red bed sheets covering the bed shuffled as Francesco peered his head through it.

He had dark circles under his eyes, his skin radiance completely lost as they now had the appearance of a zombie.

"Why are you here... Is it time?" With a barely audible voice, he asked the woman adorned in white.

"No..."

"Huh, then why did you wake me... Cough!! Cough!!" Francesco said, coughing profusely.

"Let me finish what I wanted to say," the woman grumbled, annoyed that she had been abruptly cut off by Francesco.

"Sorry," Francesco apologized.

"Yeah, you should be! ... Okay, where was I, yeah. There is a new development with the candidate we found," she said.

"What kind?!" Francesco inquired, his tone polite.

"Well, his soul seems to have the potential to become a Deus," she said.

"So, what's wrong with that?" Francesco inquired, not understanding the problem with the candidate possessing the potential of a Deus.

"What's wrong?! Huh, Isn't that bad?" She exclaimed, a bit taken aback as she did not expect Francesco to be nonchalant about it.

"Why is it bad?!" Francesco inquired, still perplexed by the woman's strange behavior.

"Did you lose your reasoning too when you lost your life.." She mocked him, as she believed he was not thinking straight to say what he was saying.

A Deus was a term given to a God like myself. Someone having the potential to be a god means he/she has the seed of Deus in them. A concentration of divine energy, so pure it is greater than that of the Angels and divine beasts.

Angels and divine beasts who possess divine energy cannot transcend into godhood unless they have the seed of Deus.

To find someone with a seed of Deus is one in a billion, about 50 people in the world of Terra, as there are approximately 50 billion people on Terra, all races included excluding the beasts.

Even with this number, one out of ten of those with the seed of Deus die before adulthood, their bodies unable to contain the power of a god, despite it not manifesting.

Those who can survive are peculiar; their souls, bodies, minds, and power are out of the laws of Terra, making them an anomaly in the world. Those who do not understand what they are may try to kill them, with the least being shunned, reducing the number of those who can survive to a handful.

When such people reach their pinnacles, they become literal gods among men. Just like Francesco who possessed the seed of Deus.

"Ah, I almost forgot, you also had the seed of Deus," she said, remembering that Francesco was a monster in his time, his strength overshadowing that of the powerhouses of the world of Terra, like the demon king of the demon race, Paladin of the human race, Starshaper of the elven race, and archangel of the angelic race.

"So, is that why you decided to wake me up?" Francesco inquired.

"No, that's not all, despite being undead, he shows excessive emotion," she said.

"Yeah, that's bad, it might make things difficult in the future..." He paused, pondering on what to do about it.

"Does he go against the sound of my voice?" He inquired.

"No!!" She responded.

"Then, there is no problem, having the seed of Deus will make him an anomaly, and thus he would show emotions and do things that may be a bit different from a normal summon," he explained.

"Oh... Okay," she nodded, assimilating Francesco's explanation.

"If that's all, you can leave, I am expending too much life force just talking," Francesco said as he pulled the sheets, trying to cover his head and go back to sleep.

"Wait!!" She said as she held the sheets, her fair skin contrasting with the blood-red bed sheets.

"What now!!!" Francesco grumbled.

"Are you just gonna let me leave like that? It's been long since we saw each other," she said, her tone needy.

"It's not been that long for me; it felt like I spoke to you yesterday," he said, trying to pull the sheets over his head.

"What?!... You know time is different in Crepsculum," she said, not relenting as she pulled the sheets down.

Crepsculum was a realm between life and death, a space that blurs my world with the realm of the god of death.

"Sigh... Ok," Francesco gave in, releasing his grip.

"If I die, it's on your hands," Francesco said begrudgingly.

"You won't," she said, smiling mischievously.

She snapped her fingers, a white ball of light adding luminance to the dimly lit room.

"Lifeforce?!... Hey, did you rip it off from my candidate?!" Francesco inquired, sounding a bit angry.

"Just a little," she said.

"Hey, I trust you; that is why I gave you this job. If you won't do it well, I will do it myself... Why would you do that? ... How do you expect him to grow if you take the little life force he gets... Cough!! Cough!!!" Francesco said, his boiling rage making him cough profusely.