Chapter 13: Aeron, Dearil and Aurora: Transformation?!!

In the destroyed world, two years had already passed away. Ray had just turned seven years old. Two days ago he at last managed to step into the Angel and demon realm in one go. By doing so he caused severe disturbance into the mana sea of the surrounding thousands of kilometres around them. It was as if a tsunami had gone through the atmosphere and completely shaken it to the very core.

Ray's two wings were larger than before. The concentrated dense mana in his wings had risen to a new level. Their flexibility, strength and durability were so unimaginably high that even if they were hit with a heavy weapon, only the weapon would break, the wings would remain unharmed.

Ray's two distinctive curved black horns were even more elegant and larger than before as if to express the true prestige and aggression of the fearsome demon lord. In addition there was a golden white halo on his head above the horns. The halo was overflowing with pure light aura as to reveal the unique angelic vive that was limited to the divine Angels.

The light and dark, angel and demon, these complete opposite extremities which can't remain in harmony in whichever era or domain or realm you mention, were in peaceful harmony in Ray's little seven year old body. He was the living definition of, ' Angel and Demon in one being '.

The mana essence sea in his lower dantian was like a deep black large river whose infinite dark depth knew no bounds. The mana core around his heart had thickened it's layers and the mana surrounding it was so pure and white that Ray wondered if he reached Godhood what changes would it encounter?

But these days Ray was facing a serious problem. It was about his weapons - Aeron and Dearil. This two daggers within their two years old life span had gained a little bit of consciousness under Ray's impact. Yes, they could connect with Ray's emotional state and act accordingly. And that was where the problem lied. These two daggers which were made up of pure dark mana were already so aggressive in emperor stage that Ray could barely control them. After two years of intimacy and continuous practicing Ray was finally in full control of them and was very satisfied with himself.

But his satisfaction didn't last longer. The day he reached the demon realm these two rascals were as if gone mad. They began to gluttonously absorb the surrounding dark mana like some rare delicacy which as if once missed could never be obtained in the entire lifetime.

Aurora too, didn't lose in the competition. This damned violin which he thought was docile and his solace, almost took his life. How you say? It was like this, when Aeron and Dearil vigorously licked away the dark mana in the surroundings shamelessly, Aurora was as if struck with world's greatest inspiration and suddenly began to suck all the light mana around it greedily. So the surroundings all of a sudden became empty. Ray who relied on only mana particles to breath and maintain his lungs' function, almost choked to death. If he didn't threw away these three ancestors and move away in different location, he might have really died.

" What the actual fuck?!" Ray cursed out loud. From a seven year old's mouth this curse seemed kinda funny to listen. Anyway from that moment to this day, two days had already passed away. But the three rascals still hadn't stopped absorbing mana. Ray was truly frustrated. In the cultivation method given by the goddess there was nothing written about this phenomenon. Ray could only guess that his items were transforming. But how should he handle them after that. He just mastered the techniques of dual daggers, but now he had to master the new weapon style all over again?

Ray didn't worry much about Aurora as how much a violin could change? At most the purity of it's sound quality or divinity would increase and quicken the healing of mind and body. But if a weapon wanted to mutate, it could change into anything, thus forcing Ray into learning about a whole new weapon.

" Ahh... what a annoying thing!!!" Ray sighed.

" Yeah, a annoying thing indeed....sigh" Suddenly a familiar voice spoke into his mind.

" Goddess?" Ray questioned, his voice contained a little bit of impatience. And the goddess caught it accurately but completely ignored it.

" Yes, it's I the goddess."

" So, what's happening with my weapon and staff? " Ray asked with indifference.

" Hey, now, now, how can you be so rude? Not even a bit of greetings to the goddess. " She pouted. The goddess wanted to say something more but suddenly there was a loud bang, indicating the opening of a door and then a male voice from her side interrupted her, " Aria, how about we schedule your concert on Wednesday night? Because the valentine's day will be on this day the people of Paris would love to hear your romantic songs and heavenly voice."

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"...."

The male voice again spoke as if just realised something, " Oh, are you speaking with your little adopted brother Ray in the phone, for whom you are always worried about?.... Yes, yes i understand. I won't disturb you anymore. We can always discuss these matters later. After all family is first. Go on, go on. "

After that Ray heard the man's footsteps fading further and further away but before that he clearly heard the man's low murmuring and he knew the goddess also heard that.

" Ah...such a pitiful child, separating from his parents in such a tender age. Heaven must help him, must help him..."

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"..….."

A few seconds later Ray opened his mouth, as if mocking, " So, in the heaven a god's livelihood must be insufficient that she has to descend in Earth, a totally different planet and mingle with the mortals to earn it."

"No,no, you are mistaking something. You see, while handling your soul I became a very good friend of Earth's God. But he seems to be very worried nowadays, about Earth's people's moral characters and their loss of love in heart. So as a friend i decided to make up a plan for him. Then we discovered people tend to listen more to their idols rather than any teacher or any religious guru these days cause most of the people are either impatient or atheist. So i told him to become a famous idol or actor and then lead the people. But......er....what can i say his talent in acting or singing is so poor that it is almost non-existent. So, again as a loyal friend i came forward and decided to become a idol in his stead. well being a idol is pretty fun."

As the goddess finished her long explanation Ray's face already bore a series of black lines.

" So, what about Astra?" Ray was really speechless. ' So Irresponsible' he thought. As a goddess of Astra how could she spend her days in leisure in Earth?

"Well, after you were transported from Astra, it was quite peaceful."

Ray was angry. He smiled sweetly which wasn't really a smile.

"So, for the last seven years i am cultivating diligently without any rest and you are happily playing your idol game....hmm...ELDER SISTER Aria you are truly worried about your little adopted brother...." Ray said sarcastically. And it hit straight to the target. The goddess had just taken a sip from the high quality coffee when she almost choked after listening to Ray.

"Cough, cough.....". The goddess was a little guilty so she tried to divert the topic of discussion to the main point.

" It isn't like that Ray. I was really worried about you..."

" As if i would believe you " Ray snorted.

" Cough, cough... anyway, let's talk about your weapons and staff."

Ray also didn't hold on the matter and listened.

The goddess continued, " Well it is very very rare that there is a possibility of weapons' and staffs' mutation when someone ascend from emperor and saint realm to demon and angel ream respectively. If the owner becomes more powerful than he should in the demon or angel realm then the weapon and staff too transform to match it's owner's need. But, although the transformation is really unpredictable it would totally match your personality. So don't worry. Watching your progress you will familiarise with them in less than six months. Even if you get a rare weapon you will instinctively get a hang of it."

The goddess paused. Then said, " Today i mainly called you because I want to give you some magic spells for developing the mage side of you. As although you are in angel realm you know nothing about magic spells. But i myself was surprised by your godly mana control in only angel realm which even surpassed us gods. So you shouldn't have any problem learning those mana spells. And finally I also will give you the...."

The goddess smiled playfully, " Guess what else shall i give you?...he he..."

Ray said coldly, " Just say it. I am not fond of guessing."

The goddess pouted," Hmph, you are no fun. I will just send it to you directly."

After a while Ray got a intense headache and a lot of information with it just like the first day. Ray cursed," Damn you." But the goddess already ended the call.

As the information settled down in his head he scrolled down to the very bottom to see the goddess's last gift or whatever. But as soon as he saw it his whole body mechanics as if stopped. He stared at the three words inside his head - ' Dimensional magic circle'

Ray's heart beat quickened. At last he had a way to go home.

But his concentration was soon broken by the continuous calling of three childish voices - One girl's and two boys'. He was startled by these sudden calls in the middle of nowhere. As he turned around he was stupefied by what he saw. Ray really wanted to shout, " Goddess, come out and explain."

His weapon and staff had completed their transformation. But where were his dual daggers? In their places there were two large sized scythes floating in the space surrounded by dense dark mana particles. The shafts of the both were about two meter long. There was no grip on either of them. The end of the shafts had ended as a point which was sharp enough to kill. The 36" long 8" wide blades made a elegant concave curve. As the blades transformed from the dagger the either side of them were as sharp as before. The double Scythes gave a deadly aura of grim reaper as if warning others about their upcoming death.

His violin hadn't changed much but it's each features had become even more distinctive. It's holiness had increased so much that it had become deadly. Just by the touch of it's holy aura the surrounding dark mana was converted to light mana. And the most amazing thing was,the holy aura didn't harm the the scythes' dark aura at all. Alternatively the dark aura of Scythes didn't harm the holy aura of violin at all. It was as if they were in harmony.

But....this was not what startled Ray that he became speechless. His three creation Aeron, Dearil and Aurora had just called him ' master ' through his mind. He knew that these items had recently gained consciousness but not to the point where they could speak freely. So did he misheard ?

' It must be that i have mishe-'

Ray couldn't finished his thinking when he heard the childish voices again,

' Master '

Two slightly cold and one immensely warm childish voices.

This time he could no longer deny it. His three creations could speak freely. Well he was happy. At least he had someone to speak.

' Master, hold ussssssss.......'

Thus Aeron, Dearil and Aurora, the two years old weapons and staff jumped straight to their owner's embrace. Ray was not at all happy at the rascals' immense enthusiasm. He shouted, " Stop, I say stop, I have only two arms not three..."

But it was too late. Afterwards what happened one could clearly imagine.

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As days went by, Ray began to solidify his control on Aeron and Dearil and also control the sounds of Aurora to direct mana into making magic spells in the space. The goddess didn't really lie to him. As Ray hold the two Scythes he could instinctively move them like he had been inspired by the death god. In his hand they danced like the scythe of grim reaper. (Of course the size had been adjusted according to Ray's current height). He just had to practice a bit more. And also he could very easily control the flow of mana by Aurora to make spells. He just had to memorize the spell and it was done just like that.

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After six months Ray stood solemnly on the terrace of the highest sky scrapper he could find. He gazed at the surroundings for the last time, the place where he had stayed for the past seven years. He then turned around. On the wrist of his right arm there was a 'double Scythes' tattoo and on the wrist of his left arm there was a golden white violin tattoo which almost mingled with his soft white skin. He wore a black t - shirt and a skin tight black long pants which was weaved by condensed black mana particles. a small green silk blanket was wrapped around his waist which only reached until his knee. There was star shaped pendant hanging around his neck by a simple chain. His long silver hair that reached almost his knee was bound tightly in a ponytail.

His one red and one golden eyes were glowing brightly with determination as he stared at the dimensional hole in front of him. Yes Ray had mastered the magic circle of dimensional transportation after three months of continuous effort. This time the place he was going was a location given by the goddess. It was a planet where dimensional mercenaries gathered and took their missions. He had to go their to register himself as a mercenary. Afterwards the goddess would contact him for further information.

Ray took a deep breath and stepped into the darkness of the dimensional hole.