The seven worlds

"Legacy?" I dumbly repeated. Her gaze scrutinized my face, searching. She nodded in a mixture of satisfaction and disappointment when she found nothing.

"Humans with traces of divine blood. The divine blood in you is surprisingly pure. One of your grandparents must definitely have been a pureblood demigod. As for how one made it to the current age your guess is as good as mine.

Judging from the concentration of divine blood in you and the amount of power she was able to exert she was definitely a first generation legacy.

Still though she wasn't too different from a human. As for your other parent". A strange glint passed through her crystalline eyes. "I must first tell you about our mortal enemy.

Everything must have a balance, for the divine element there must be a demonic one. And even in the era of the gods dark, evil, chaotic gods existed. However, their minds were strong enough to bear the dark inclinations of their power.

Above all they were gods. They knew their duty. When their shura descendants formed with frail human minds they descended into devildom entirely, committing depraved acts wherever they could. Their callous and chaotic nature proved to be their undoing. They were exterminated by the seven principal houses. Even now should a dark shura be found they are to be exterminated without mercy. Among these the strongest were the 'reality demons.' They boasted pinnacle dream weaving and destructive prowess. Among both dark and divine shuras they were by far the strongest. At the pinnacle of their power, they could even bend reality to an extent."

"Why are you telling me this?" I asked. Now wary.

"All in good time" she replied. An iota of melancholy staining her voice.

"Any questions?' she asked with an elegant smile.

"What did you mean when you called me a servant. I don't remember signing any slavery contract with you" I jested lightheatedly.

From the time I had woken up to now not even 10 minutes had passed and yet I had accepted this absurd reality and let down all my wards in front of this mysterious entity who named herself my master.

Her expression remained mysterious as an incomprehensible smile appeared on her lips and she softly cooed. "Are you certain?"

As if independent of my thoughts my memory flashed back to several hours ago when my consciousness lay in tatters. I remembered the bewitching voice that rescued me from oblivion. And the story I had told it. An expression of shock immediately marred my face. "You resurrected me?".

She let out a soft chuckle. "No, I took your ren, the part of your soul comprised of your mortal memories. It allowed me to heal you. It was a very powerful feat of magic. Besides that, I can only perform it a few times in my entire life."

I subsequently fell into deep thought. Her slightly taciturn mannerisms had already warned me that she was keeping several important facts from me.

I stared back at her, an amused smile, celestially beautiful, sent me tumbling into torpor for a moment.

"What?" I asked. Feeling ever so slightly self-conscious. "You haven't even asked the most obvious question" she breathed. "Does earth have a crimson sky?". She questioned with raised eyebrows. She gracefully rose from her seat, taking reserved steps towards me.

A pace away from me she extended her snow-white palm. "Allow me to show you. The shura way!"

In all transparency, several misgivings barred my trust. My mothers horrid reaction at the mention of her name paired with the killing intent she revealed at me were all to vividly seared into my memory. Besides that there was something more eerie; the worriless intimacy she spoke with. Her knowledge of what transpired with the beast despite her absence.

I felt a strange tether to her as well, an unfathomable sensation I couldn't place. But perhaps due to my emaciated mental state and the truism that I owed my life to her I place my large palm in hers.

The gargantuan contrast between my rough dak hand and her fair delicate palm was especially striking. That delicate palm began to grow though.

Enlarging slowly, I tore my unbelieving gaze from it to notice that Theia had grown to a height of 9 feet. Perhaps oust of consideration for my comfort, she had still donned our school uniform when i first woke, however now the blue and white stripes of St.Luis morphed into a beautiful obsidian feathered gown. He exquisite dark horns had risen above her head in a beautiful curl.

And the great void-colored wings flapped to generate a powerful gale, catapulting us toward the roof.

We sailed through the great jade dome like a pair of phantoms, beyond the walls of the castle. Under the now violet sky, one lined with lightless clouds an indescribable pressure assaulted me.

My veins bulged, fueled by the cracking sounds elicited by my gnashing teeth. The strange world cruelly pressured me 'You do not belong here!'. It seemed to scream.

As if indifferent to my plight Theia's broad wings furiously flapped, generating maelstroms with every movement. Her celestial voice flowed in surreal streams;

"Being partly divine means far more than having some god blood in your body. Your physique is equipped to bear the extreme pressure our ancestral worlds exerts, and your eyes can fathom its glory." As if her voice brooked some magical force the pressure encumbering me vanished and a wonderous realm permeated my pupils.

Within my soul I could sense a light that beamed with warmth.

With the disappearance of the domineering pressure a content acceptance formed.

One that seemed to say; "welcome home".

The overbearing dark marked the descent of night. But the ephemeral world was far from dreary. The great dome of heaven was marked with countless celestial bodies. Glistening nebulae dotted with illusory stars graced the miraculous flora that radiated a several hued luminescence.

The immovable earth itself was dyed in a golden tint and the air hummed with benevolent energy . I belatedly spotted several dark figures slashing through the gales. All of them much too large to be human. "My brethren" she announced. 

"You shall meet them tomorrow". She frowned as she said this, as if it was something extremely unpleasant. However, that disapproving reaction was fleeting. Euphoria tainted the tips of her eyebrows as she announced.

"You might want to hold on for this!" transient mirages wantonly rained from her figure as the rioting windy torrents exploded with immense force. My head ached, complementing my erratic vision. When my awareness did return it brought with it a flood of color. A bonanza of picturesque panoramic views that burned into my eyes, glorious.

I witnessed frozen fjords, and crystal isles. Towering giants, and Mythical beasts descending into the mundane world. Celestial fields and heavenly realms. Dark havens and desolated lands.

For a moment the fabric of reality seemed to shift and one realm became far clearer to me than other. Yet only vague silhouettes revealed themselves to me. 'danger' my instincts unreservedly screamed. 

The blurred hues faded to reveal the angelic fields of Vanaheim once more. Theia released my palm, returning to human size. We stood Infront of a beautiful jade tower. Its terrace glinted in the dark with a strange silver luminescence. Theia's expression gravitated back to her calm and elegant temperament. The euphoric freedom she had donned had vanished.

Before I could ask, she had begun. "Including the human realm nine world in total superimpose over each other. If one is powerful enough to collapse the space of a realm of fast enough, in my case, "to break free of its restrictive laws they may step into any level of reality they wish".

I processed the surge of information. I felt no trace of joy at the discovery that I could return home, for no one was waiting for me in that small apartment on the east side of Vancouver. The melancholy that plagued my soul returned.

Once again reading me as if I was an open book a warm embrace engulfed me. Befuddling my vitiatedsenses. "She is gone and no one can replace her.

But the earth shall continue to spin upon its axis, as it should. Life is only valuable because it ends. You are now my precious servant. An asset to the house of Gradyl. Sorrow is unworthy of you. the only solace we can grant those we love who have passed lies in how we choose to burn our very lives.

Make your saga one to be remembered for generations. One worthy of the son of Rebecca Bree-Cane."