2 years ago (2)

After explaining the Lost Souls and about the organization itself, Xion was taken to a door. When the door swung open from Celina turned the knob, he saw a hallway with bright vibrant colors leading to what appears to be a small cathedral.

Xion remained silent unwilling to ask about where Celina was going to take him. Walking by him, she signals him to follow her. Nodding softly, Xion took a small step not knowing what was going to happen.

"Relax, we're going to bless you." Said Celina. Xion scrolled through his brain to find out what it means to be blessed. 'Being blessed? If I'm not wrong, blessings occur in a cathedral when one has become an Ascender. Even those chosen for the God candidate must be blessed by the priest to not be affected by the sins of humanity.'

Approaching the end of the hallway, Xion's eyes reflected on what was in front of him. A priest with the physique of a warrior, wearing his golden and sun-yellow robe he immediately sensed an aura of purity. The priest seemed to have been praying before they even got there.

"Ah, welcome Celina. Is the new soul here to be blessed." Such a handsome voice. Was he just a priest?  Celina stepped forward. "Good afternoon William, this young boy is Xion Trinity!"

Xion walked up to the altar. "So you're the priest for this organization?"

"Indeed I am," Standing up, he turned to face the boy noticing the height difference between the two. "You're just a kid."

Xion immediately grew a tick mark, "You got a problem with me being a kid."

"They say eyes like yours symbolize death and chaos. Trinity Family has many false ideals that originated from those of higher status. I see the crimson color of blood stained over your body. How many did you kill at such a young age?" William squinted his eyes to see the aura of death around him.

"Blessings are those willing to accept the god's gifts of creation and beauty. For our God, the Seraphim of knowledge, the All-knowing Wisdom, our lord Chanda. We're given the blessing of Knowledge and wisdom to a limited extent."

Xion cold gaze looked upon the priest before turning back to Celina with a 'Are you serious?' expression. Celina's lips squirmed from how the priest was talking.

"William, can we just get on with the blessing?"

"Ah, of course."

William approaches Xion, his emerald eyes analyzing his mana channels leading to the Genesis crystal. What is more impressive is a few of his arteries shine brilliant gold, this was very rare showing the era of a type of human.

'I don't remember much about the story... I tried to remember what to do but I feel like focusing on remembering what I wrote causes me to forget my old life... Why?'

Now in front of the Xion with his positive vibe, he pulled out a book with an unusual cover. Chanting words that Xion thought were spell attacks. "Bound by sins, Bound by discord. May all 11 gods receive you as a blessed one never to be controlled by the malice and madness of the Ascents."

The book glowed brilliantly, the pages tearing from the book, becoming a symbol of the Wisdom God. Shocked by its brilliance gold color illuminated the once dimmed room. Though, there was one thing that Xion didn't know about. This chant was also the ritual initiative for the trials to become a real member of the organization. The Sanctum of Code

He turned back to Celina who only gave him a few words with a serious saying. "Good luck, Xion."

"Huh?" Unaware of what she meant, the blinding light sent him to a world. His original world, the modern era of America. Staring at his reflection in the tinted windows of a building, Xion noticed his red hair was night black. His crimson-colored eyes were replaced with cold icy blu. His forehead showed no marking of a gunshot anywhere.

No words were able to escape his lips, shocked that he was able to return to his world. "Yo, you okay Kiryuu!" His body jolted as he slowly turned his head to see a tall shadow looming over him. It was his big brother, Jason.

Shocked by what he was seeing, quickly dashed into his big brother's warmth. His face was buried in Jason's shoulder. "Wow, are you okay?"

"Yeah, I'm fine. Just been dreaming about strange things." Xion replied wiping the teardrop from his cheek. After a moment, Xion took a step back, pulling out his phone. His eyes widened seeing how the date was March 23th, 2009, a month after his death.

'No, that can't be right...'

Jason spoke up "Let's get you home, after all you have that ceremony coming up for winning Novel of the Year."

Xion slowly nodded his head before seeing a crack in space-time. Analyzing the crack, Xion saw it. A beast of a demonic appearance waiting behind it. "What the hell?"

Jason on instinct grabbed Kiryuu by the collar of his shirt and threw him several meters away. Once Kiryuu got up he noticed his brother wielding a staff. This wasn't his world but another reality where his death was a catalyst for a dungeon series.

A scruffed voice echoed only for Xion to hear throughout the world. "We can not have you see this now, can we now?" Xion blinked. His eyes opened to show his eyes staring into the multiple realities taking the forms of books. Was this truly a trial or something else?

An enormous library filled with concepts, ideas, theories, and many more. Xion noticed himself sitting in a chair by a wooden table. "What is this place?" The ceiling of the library was nothing more than the image of space with bright, vibrant colors of stars, galaxies, and even multiple universes owned by several creatures he could not identify.

One of the infinite amount of books approached the sitting boy. The title on the golden and black hardcover of the book said, "False Reality."

'What could that mean?' Xion slowly opened the book to the first page for what was written on that page was something of a complete danger.

Betrayal is a mere sacrifice to expose the nature of mortals' sins. Your Existence will become the devastation of all creation and the epilogue.

Xion dreaded carefully, trying to understand the concept of its meaning. Flipping to the next page, his eyes gazed upon it is old Norse writing. Reading the words and constantly trying to understand all of it.

"Ah, you found the book of your current situation." Xion hopped out of his seat now on guard. The sounds of footsteps echoed across the library. As the footsteps drew closer, a tall man in his mid-forties revealed himself. Some of the flesh on his face was replaced with gears turning and grinding.

"Who the hell are you?" Xion glared at the man as he thought he might be a dangerous man — no this man was extremely dangerous.

"Relax child, I'm merely a man who has existed since the creation of your reality."

"My reality?" Xion tilted his head.

The steampunk-dressed male slightly bowed. "Exactly, my name is Seragrim, leecher of reality and the first Lord of spatial-temporal laws."

'What a weird way to introduce yourself.'

Xion placed the book down, "Xion Trinity." Seragrim lips curled into a small smile.

"I'm surprised a human like you could even survive while existing in such a place. Those who are not born in this very library are instantly killed before they even touch the ground. This is a realm of higher dimensions, everything that mortals even conceptual beings have created exists within this book, Theories, Mathematics, Dimensions, and even power systems from different realities." Seragrim opened his palm creating teacups and a pot of hot green tea from his golden aura that became translucent to Xion's eyes. The only reason being, that Xion was not strong enough to see the gentleman's power.

"Is that so?" Xion asked cautiously, Seragrim nodded.

Seragrim walks towards a table taking a seat in a stone chair with an emblem that bears the leecher of time symbol. "Please, sit."

Oblige with his gesture to sit down, Xion approached the other side of the long table as he lowered into the sitting position the chair changed into something unbelievable, a throne clad in black and red. His emblem wore a crown.

"So tell me Xion, why are you here?"

"Isn't this supposed to be a blessing? I was transported to my original world to—" Xion paused for a moment, the voice he heard was Seragrim's but why stop him from seeing the crack?

The gears grind and turn in his exposed flesh, "You wouldn't understand. What you saw was a mere reality of if you weren't killed, Kiryuu Amuka."

Xion's eyes widen, his pupils dilated. He felt dread once again. His name gave him post-traumatic stress disorder otherwise known as PTSD from his death his death by bullet to the head. "Now that we got that misconfusion out of the way, it is time for the real topic… Are you truly in the right reality you created?"