Chapter 2: Resurrection.

HAISEI - POV.

The man at the door eyed me as he stood in front of it. As if he was guarding it from me to keep me from leaving. I growled, irritated. First he sends his goons to kidnap me on a school night, then he beats my ass and shoves some weird shit down my throat.

And now he wants to keep me from leaving?

I struggled to my feet, still feeling the lingering pain from the one-sided beatdowns that occurred today. The man suddenly checked his watch, muttering-

"...21, 22, 23, 24…" I was confused, but I wasn't going to let that stop me from escaping. Finally stabilizing myself, I took a stance, ready to charge at the man…

But I fell to my knees instead, a throbbing, heart wrenching pain took the air right out of my lungs. My whole body tensed as I felt something invade my mind.. My consciousness.

"30… That took longer than expected, but it no matter. It's finally happening!" Glancing up through pained gasps, I glared, looking for answers. But all I saw was a childish smile creeping along the man's face as he finally came into light.

Long, neck length black hair glided along his face, pale clear white skin that could make any fashion model jealous, glistened with the flickering flames from the candles. His eyes were blood red, an empty void overtaking the usual glare that most people have.

And his most noticeable feature was the ear to ear grin that showed off his perfect white teeth and canines.

Just seeing my attacker wasn't enough… I wanted him dead, but whatever the hell he had me digest is keeping me from that.

"AHHHHH ARGH!" An overwhelming internal pain ravaged my insides, throwing my senses into disarray. My head was light… Something was trying to take over.

"Wow… You're really able to suppress him? You truly are the perfect candidate…" The man muttered, just barely loud enough for me to grasp some of his sentences. Whatever he said after that was lost, the pain was too much and I wasn't able to hold on any longer.

"I-I'll kill you…" I mutter with one last, half-decent glare… And then darkness consumed me and a vacuum pulled my consciousness away from me. The last thing I saw was the surprised and fear laced face of the man that kidnapped me.

…

Moments later, I found myself in a room. Or, domain? It was dark, blindingly dark with white stars that prickled the room. It was beautiful… Like a night sky uncovered for what it was.

Attempting to step closer to the stars, I was instantly pulled back to my senses by the feeling of weight pulling down on my legs. Restricting my movements the same as quicksand would.

Looking down, I was appalled. Deep, murky, reddish brown liquid covered the ground in its entirety.

'Where am I? Did I die or something?' I questioned, looking around for some type of direction, or motive. But I was left with nothing. Dragging my feet through the murky liquid, I walked and walked, with no ideal direction in mind.

…

MEANWHILE - POV.

Stumbling backwards, the man known as Kusan trembled violently looking at the boy in front of him. The once confident and arrogant attitude was nowhere to be found, the only thing visible is the absolute fear and reverence shining bright in Kusans once empty eyes.

"Y-You're here! H-How magnificent!" Kusans eyes scanned Haisei, scrunching his nose at the visible changes that occurred. The boys once black hair now stood straight by an invisible force.

His ends turned a blondish-ash color as markings visibly scaled his body. The most noticeable being the black markings that took the shape of an upside down cross on his forehead, and the eye markings that stretched down to his neck.

Hiding underneath the rest of his clothing.

As Kusan trembled, Haisei stood on his feet. His once reddish-brown eyes a white empty space. Looking around, Haisei observed his hands, turning them upside down and even going as far as to lick his fingers, trying to grasp something.

However, once he tasted what he needed, he began to chuckle…

Starting slow, reserved but obnoxious, to outright insanity.

"Finally! That cursed bastard really up-held his end of the deal!" Holding his chest, Haisei swung his head back. Taking in a deep breath of air, only to stop in the midst of it.

"Where the hell am I anyway? This hell-hole stinks." He complained, kicking a nearby piece of wood. Kusan stumbled forward, his knees shaking unbelievably.

'T-this presence… H-he really is a God!'- "I-It's my hideout… B-But enough of that, now that you're here, I have a request!" Getting down on one of his knees, Kusan looked up at Haisei from the floor, unable to contain his smile.

Haisei didn't even bother to recognize his presence. He- or "it" was to busy in it's own mind.

'I'm freed. The cursed energy residing in this region has been greatly increased… Haha! The human population must've risen greatly after my disappearance… But it's quite underwhelming.' Rubbing his chin, his eyes glanced over to the anxious man kneeling to him.

"You, your name." Kusan perked up, putting his hand over his heart.

"K-Kusan." Haisei hummed, sliding his hands in his pants pockets.

"What year is it. And how long has it been since I was sealed." He demanded. Kusan raised an eyebrow, but didn't question it. He figured that if he obliges with the entity before him, he'll get his request and finally be someone within the world of Sorcery.

"It's been a thousand years since the great Cursed God, Zetich, has been sealed. It's currently 2018… I must say… For someone as old as you, you have quite the vocabulary." Kusan muttered.

Haisei froze, digesting the fact that he's been sealed for the past millennia. Rubbing his forehead some more, he sighed. Completely ignoring Kusan's presence once more.

"So it's been a thousand years since I've last interacted with the world. So why is it that the human population is so shit." Kusan trembled as Haisei's temper rose.

The atmosphere in the room became so heavy that Kusan felt his throat constrict.

"T-There was a cursed spirit-" Kusan tried to explain, but it was of no use. Haisei walked past the man, stopping just behind him.

"Yeah, I don't care." Haisei took a step towards the door, and without a single noticeable movement, Kusan froze in place. Mimicking that of a statue, moments later, he was nothing but a pile of ash…

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ZETICH APPEARANCE.