When Creed touched his left ear, he felt a sting. His hand was dyed red from his own blood. Creed finally understood why Neptune left the scissors locked inside. It was not just a simple weapon, but it was a sentient weapon.

The temperature dropped certain degrees inside the room, Creed's felt as if his every move was being watched. Creed breathing became congested. The dense aura the blade was release was not something ordinary.

"What are you?" Creed asked.

"Why should I answer you?" The voice from the scissors became intimidating."Either way, you have no qualification to ask me that!"

"Why did you attack me out of the blue?" Creed eyes turned dark. For a second he felt like the weapon cornered him.

"Why are you asking me that question, when you were the one who called me a useless weapon just a second ago?"

"I didn't say you were useless as a weapon," Creed remembered what he said earlier. "What I meant was that you are useless for me."

"huh? I need an explanation for what you said just now!"

"You structure and my hands we are conflicting, I Can't hold you easily so I can't wield you properly," Creed showed him his hands and said. "Earlier, I didn't frame my sentence correctly, what I actually meant was, we are not compatible!"

"Hmm, you are not wrong, boy," Scissor's tone turned a little less angry from Creed's explanation. "Well, I guess I will let you go for now!"

The atmosphere again became normal, Creed felt as if he had escaped from a locked room. The aura loosened and the temperature also went back to normal.

"How are you able to talk?" Creed sighed in relief. "Are you alive? And how do you know my language?"

"Yeah, I am alive," Scissor told him the truth. "I learned it from you when you were busy glancing my body!"

"What? You learned my entire language in just 2-3 minutes. Can you really do that?"

"I sure can, and I did whether you believe it or not."

An awkward silence engulfed the room, Creed was still processing what the scissors said just now.

"How did you open the door?" The scissors asked Creed abruptly. "Tell me the truth."

Creed pulled out the com-panel from his pocket. "I found this thing, she recorded a message giving out the location of this place."

"Hmm, I understand, if she did this intentionally so.... okay, try it again."

"Try what again?" His words utterly confused Creed.

"Weren't you trying to copy my life signature inside your mind palace earlier?"

"Oh that, okay," Creed understood by what scissors meant. "But I already told you I am incapable of using you as a weapon."

"Hmm let's see now... four-fingers and a thumb, right? And I can see moveable joints in your wrists as well, but we also need to take care of the elbow and shoulder sockets. And with the spinal cord and tail bone being the source of the balance, force, inertia, and weight, and with your limited field of vision. The most optimum solution can be... hmm...."

After the mumbling of the scissors, a sudden energy pulse vibrated in the room. Creed felt it too. But it wasn't destructive or horrifying. And the pulse was not directed at him, so Creed knew it wasn't an attack.

The pulse disintegrated in the room after some time. He saw that the scissors had vanished from their original spot on the wall. But now a pair of circular discs were lying on the floor. The discs had a sharp blade on the outer rim of the disc and blue veins around the edges.

He came close and realized the same blue nerves were visible, just like on the scissors. The inner rim of the discs had a blunt surface to maintain a grin from the inside. Both the discs looked like an identical copy of each other.

"Holy crap, it transformed?" Creed mumbled in shock this time. "This thing is crazy!"

"You like my new look?" The discs said as if they were ordering him. "Now put me back in your mind palace,"

"Well look, I think you are awesome," Creed was astonished by how fast the ring adapted to the situation. "But I will have to say no, I still can't take you as my weapon."

"And why is that?"

"Because you are too smart, and I can't believe you won't kill me after a sudden fit of rage like earlier. I already know how capable you are, so I won't keep you. I am sorry but you must find another person as your wielder"

"Hmm, So how about we create a soul bond?"

"Are you sure you want to do that?" Creed pupils shrank after hearing the word 'soul-bond'.

"Don't worry, I am a weapon, my existence is rubbish if I am not wielded by anyone. From what I understand, Neptune is long gone. And If she deliberately told you about this place, then she wants me to switch to someone else, and that's what I will do."

"But because I am sentient, we can balance the problem of your safety by creating an unbreakable soul bond. The bond will go something like if I ever kill my wielder, I will break into million pieces and will get scattered in the deepest corners of the universe."

Creed shook his head. "Hmm, I've got a better one, change it to something like this - 'If you ever try to intentionally 'hurt' or 'try to hurt' me or anyone close to me directly or indirectly, that is against my will or unknown to my knowledge, then.... you know what happens right?."

"Sure, whatever makes you feel safe," The Disc agreed without giving it another thought and created a soul bond. "But beware, you can not change these conditions again after the bond, are you sure with those conditions?"

Creed nodded at his question

Discs sacrificed 1/10 of its entire life force to create an unbreakable chain around the fabric of space and time. The illusionary chains grabbed the weapon tightly then vanished into a thin air. The rules of the universe will handle overseeing the soul - bond.

This was a way for living beings to create a soul bond in order to stick to a chosen track and not get deviated from it. In case the breach occurs, a consciousness above all consciousness will automatically handle the conditions agreed while creating the bond.

"You happy now? Now take me inside your mind palace."

"Sure, I can do it now!" Creed again tried to pull it inside his mind palace again but this he was successful.

"Hmm, I guess sentient weapons have a privilege to reject whether or not they enter someone's mind palace." Creed thought and finally devised a theory of his own.

Creed left the room after receiving a new weapon in his mind place. Though he had lost Bone-Scythe, he didn't doubt the strength of the discs. Creed understood that having a sentient weapon was like AI inside a weapon.

He wandered around the buildings and found many more black cubes, same as the earlier. He knew they were power sources for machines that existed here in the past. He didn't know how to use them, but he still kept 20 of them in his bag for future research. 

Creed also noticed that his rations were ending. He and Jia had been wandering inside the abyss for more than from over 3 days now. He needed to leave this place as soon as possible. Jia would also wake up in round 12 hours. He thought it was better to keep this place a secret from her.

"What is your name?" Creed peeked back inside his mind palace. "I am Creed."

"My name is Atlas,"

"Atlas, do you know about this place?" Creed told him truthfully. "Actually, I am stuck here." 

"Listen, boy, you might think since she locked me inside, so I might know about this place, but I don't. You are not the first one to discover this city, Neptune was. But we broke apart when she locked me inside. So, I have no useful information about this deserted place."

"Hmm, how did she come here?" Creed asked Atlas skeptically. "You must have come here from an entrance, right?"

"We came here from the above. There is the gate above which leads to a dark passage."

"I know that I came from there too," Creed sighed and told him about what happened. "We fell inside this abyss 3 days ago when we came to explore the ruin above this place."

"Huh! So why aren't you going back to where you fell from?" Atlas asked in confusion. "Just climb back to the surface."

"It's over 100 meters, it's impossible for me to climb so high, and with her on my back, it's even more difficult. So I was looking for some other way out."

"Hmm, okay, I understand. Let's go back to the well, I think I have a plan."

Creed nodded and floated up to the same dark tunnel he came from. He left the city and decided to come here again in the future. He didn't want to waste any more time, so he started running back to the same place he came from.

Creed had spent 2 days inside the Vyom searching and exploring things, but what amazed him was not even once he felt tired or sleepy. In fact, his body has become much more responsive than before.

Earlier he was both tired and sleepy, but after he coming in contact with Concentrated Vyom, his body has changed. He felt as if he can even overwhelm 2 Mayhem Sealcroc at once now.

"This is Vyom thing is impressive." Creed mumbled, "I guess I'll have to come here again. Well, if I can find my way back, this can be my secret hideout."

Creed ran all the way back. When they came here, they took over 22 hours to reach the city, but it only took over 9 hours to reach back to their original location since Creed was running the entire time.

He was terrified by how much his stamina has increased though some of it was also because of his activated Chakra along the way, but Creed was also holding a baggage so the improvement in his physique was undeniable.

After coming back to the same place Creed looked above, but he was still not confident in his ability to climb all the way up. The walls were too steep. There was nothing he could hold on to it. And one mistake in middle could kill both of them.  

"This right here is our entrance" Creed pulled the Atlas out of his mind palace. "So what do you think too deep, right?"

"Tie her up so she doesn't slip out, this will need a little effort," Atlas said casually as if.  "Hold me tight. The first jump is all on you reach the ceiling, rest depends on our combined effort."

Creed nodded and held each pair of disks in both hands. Suddenly the disk transformed again. This time they turned into metal claws. The claws were extremely sharp, Creed knew he had to climb all the way back, but this way he could minimize his effort and comparatively safer.

Creed tied Jia at her back so he didn't have to worry about her. He took a deep breath until his eyes turned flaming red. He concentrated his entire aura at his legs this time and jumped with all his might.

~SPLAASSSHHH~

A huge pulse rippled, followed by a splash of water. Creed reached the ceiling which was 6 meters above the ground. He dashed upwards like a bird. He stabbed his metal claws on the surface and stuck on the wall like a spider.

"Okay, good jump, now don't worry about losing the grip on the surface." Atlas assured Creed about his safety."I have got it covered, just keep climbing until you reach the top."

"Okay," Creed nodded and started climbing upwards smoothly with Jia and two bags on his back.

After climbing for 1 hour, he could spot the boundary of the wall at the top. He also sensed something unexpected, though his mind was focused on climbing upwards until he finally reached the boundary. 

"What is going?" Creed pulled himself out of the well and saw some 2 familiar faces standing around him. "You are still here?"

"Wtf dude! are you for real?" Samuel saw Creed and got up in astonishment. "You really climbed all the way up!!!"

Bonnie smiled at Creed and helped him get up. "When Layla said she got heard your rhythm, I thought she has gone mad." 

"Where are the others?" Creed asked after seeing just two of them.

"They lured the beast away from here! So it doesn't attack you guys again."

A cosmic sentient species that called themselves "Deities" made the first contact with humans out of necessity. 

100 Years later, humans have discovered fractures deep within space-time. Inside these fractures, undefined concepts redefine themselves, the rationale is irrational, life is an enigma, and time is tangled. Is it a realm of God or a sanctuary of Cthulhu? Humans call them "Akashic Glitch". 

A 16-year-old Cadet, Creed Gryffon at the bottom of the hierarchy, finds a forbidden artifact that might have the potential to disrupt the entire power balance.

For more chapters Refer the link below : https://www.goodnovel.com/book_info/21000007847/Fantasy/Apaurushya

In a world where orphans are deemed of a value worth less than dirt, a lone boy lived his life, working day by day, in hope to better his destiny.
 The day of his coming of age marks the birth of his potential, where everyone unleashes their magic, in hope that they would receives a powerful ability. The boy held hope that that might change his fate, hoping to be groomed to a noble's house, and change his destiny to the better. However, what he ended up with after his comming of age was nothing but a strange book. 
A book he thought to be useless, however a simple book it was not. and simplicity was far from fair to describe it.
follow Basara as he uncovers the secret of the book that is only the Servants of Death to carry are worthy to carry.



This is one of my stories.
If you wish to read more, look for.
The Everlastings.
Rise of the Undead Legion
Requiem of Souls.
Enjoy the read.

In the afterlife, there are people from an organization designed to protect the gateway to heaven from phantoms, sinners, and other beings. Those who have committed only a few sins but not enough to be sent to hell are sent to be a member of the organization. A boy named Uzaki is one of those people. What happens when he joins the strange organization and what will he find out about those stationed within the organization?

Read, as Creed (Ji-Hu) traverse another world.

After Creed's departure, things began to turn upside down for the Resistance. Machines have united to wipe out the last remnants of humanity and androids. 2B and the others must make a stand without Creed or everything's lost. Creed must hurry back to 2B, will he make it time to see her alive or have his dreams crushed forever.

The lives affected by one mans decisions...
In a world where justice isn't black and white.
And where the gods are waging a silent war against each other.

This is the story of a traitor.

2b's POV
I looked at the fish as it was frying on top of the fire. I put the fish on a stick so that I don't burn my hand. I thought the fish was finished so I took the stick and brought it back to the tent and gave it to Creed. But Creed seemed to have a shocked face.
"Is something wrong?" I asked
"Well uhhh, the fish is burnt." chuckled Creed
"So you can't eat it burnt?" I asked
"Well, no you can't." replied Creed
Creed gets up from his bed but I immediately stop him.
"You need rest, I'll just try again." I said
"No, it's fine, I'll teach you how to do it." said Creed
We weakly walks out of the tent and I follow him to the stream.
"You were able to catch a fish, how did you do it?" asked Creed
Pod 042 gives me a rod from his infinite storage and Creed looked shocked.
"Where the hell did that come from?" he asked
"From my infinite storage." said Pod 042
"Ahh I see." said Creed, "So, show me what you did."
I threw the string attached to the rod and waited for a fish to get caught by the hook. I waited about 5 minutes until finally the string pulled and I immediately pulled the rod and the fish came out attached to the hook.
"Good job." complemented Creed
"Oh thanks." I quickly replied
I felt my chest start to throb again and I also felt my cheeks heat up a bit. I quickly shook my head and grabbed the fish and stuck a stick in its mouth and went over to the fire with Creed.
"So let it sit in the fire a bit and make sure you cook each side of the fish properly." said Creed
I did exactly as he said. I rotated the fish every 30 seconds, being cautious in cooking so that I don't burn it.
"Okay now look at the fish." said Creed
I looked at the fish and I noticed it had a different color.
"See how the color changed, that's when you know it's done." said Creed
"But how come the burnt one isn't done?" I asked
"Burnt isn't good for my health." said Creed, "Not that I don't appreciate you actually doing this for me, but it's just not good for anyone."
He smiled at me for the first time and my face flushed and I couldn't think straight.
"Hey 2b are you okay?" asked Creed
He touched my forehead which caught me off guard and I felt my chest throb even more.
"Ye-yes, I'm f-fine." I stuttered as I quickly hand him the stick with the fish.
"Oh okay, thanks a lot for this." he smiled again
He takes the stick and starts eating the fish carefully, blowing it to cool it down. I watched his expression carefully, he seemed to be enjoying the fish a lot.
"Hey, want to do more cooking?" asked Creed
"Uhhh, sure." I replied
"Okay, wait here, I need to get my gear." said Creed
He went back to the camp and I waited for him. I touched my chest and I could feel the throbbing in my chest.
'What is this feeling?'
"I'm back, let's get going." said Creed
He startled me back I got up and followed him into the city ruins.
"What are we doing?" I asked
"Hunting." replied Creed
"Hunting what?" I asked
He points at something so I looked over and saw a moose a couple meters away. Creed aims his gun and shoots the moose in the head killing it.
"Why did you kill it?" I asked
"Whenever you're hunting an animal, you have to kill it." said Creed
"I see." I replied
Creed approaches the dead moose and pulls out a knife. He starts cutting into the moose, blood pouring out of the cuts Creed made. 
I watched and observed all the cuts and moves Creed did on the moose. It was very interesting to me.
"There." said Creed
He starts cutting the rib section and pulls out the flesh.
"This is the rib meat, probably the best part of the moose." said Creed
I cuts off the skin and hair off the flesh. I looked at his hands, and they were covered in moose blood.
"Uhhh, let's build a fire here, do you mind grabbing some wood for a fire?" asked Creed
"No, I'll get some." I said
I walked off to a tree and started snagging its branches off. I came back with a pile of them and Creed also came back from washing the meat and his hands.
"Can you ask your pod if he has a frying pan?" asked Creed
"Pan engaged." said Pod 042
Pod 042 pops out a pan from his infinite storage and gives it to Creed.
"Thanks. By any chance do you have any food oil?" asked Creed
"Yes." replied Pod 042 and hands him a can of food oil
Creed uses the branches and builds a fires a different from the usual fires we build. He lays the frying pan on the fire and pours oil on it just a bit and let it heat up a bit.
"You have to put oil on so that the meat doesn't stick to the pan." said Creed
He lays the moose meat onto the pan and a sizzling noise erupts from the pan and steam burst out of the pan.
"Do you have salt?" asked Creed
Pod 042 gives him some salt and Creed pours a bit of salt on both sides of the meat, using his knife to flip the meat over.
"Don't worry I cleaned up the knife." said Creed
I nodded in response and kept watching the meat on the pan.
"Oh, can you eat?" asked Creed
"Yes." I replied
"Can you taste them?" asked Creed
"Yes of course." I replied
"I see, androids are almost like humans." said Creed
"All androids can eat, most of the old prototype androids had to eat in order to cool their cores. But YoRHa androids don't need to, but we still eat."
"I see." said Creed
He flips the meat and I noticed that the meat went from red to brown. Creed take the pan off the fire and lets the meat cool down. He cuts the meat into pieces with his knife and gives me a piece on his knife.
"Try it." said Creed
I take the knife and I was about to put it in my mouth but Creed stops me.
"Wait, be careful, it's still hot." said Creed
Creed blows on the meat cooling it down, then I ate the meat and instantly, my mouth became watery, the taste of the meat was so amazing I felt like crying.
"Is it good?" asked Creed as he ate one piece.
"It's...amazing." I whispered
"Well, it's probably your first time eating meat, but that's how you do it." said Creed
I ate another piece, then another, the taste of the meat was so amazing that I just wanted to keep eating.
"You seem, to be enjoying it a lot." chuckled Creed
Before I knew it, the pan was empty and we ate everything on it.
"Well, that was good, let's go back to the camp." said Creed
Creed gives me his hand, but I hesitate to take it at first until I slowly gave it to him and he helps me stand up.

After 2b, 9s and A2 were rebuilt and revived by their pods there was nothing left for them to do. YoRHa is destroyed, humanity is extinct and all that's left were the Resistance and the machines. But they discover something that'll spark up hope in rebuilding.
(I didn't play the game but I do have a gist of the story so I apologize if I get any information incorrect.)

The Casalyians are a noble race, maintaining the isolation their mechanical city in the sky affords them. Their abilities and wisdom exceed those of the humans

But sixteen-year-old Creed Angelus has applied to the Council of for permission to visit with the Humans. His goal is clear and attainable, study the humans to see if his race could live with them.

But there are those who stand in his way. The very same council members who gave him permission are now targeting him. Finding offense in his unlikely heritage, they will pursue any avenue to destroy Creed.

His half brother, Vincent, remains loyal and protective to his younger brother, while pursuing his own mission, the mysterious disappearance of his young wife.

Falling Darkness follows the quests of Creed and Vincent, their conflicts in Casalynn, bonding encounters with the humans and subsequent battles with the Nards, sub monsters dwelling underground.



 Creed and Jade went forward again toward the portals, this time moving much slower, anticipating danger. Creed, being stubborn, knew he did not want to back down. He was too close to obtaining a new life with a new race that he was anxious to learn about. 

 They stopped abruptly at the end of the path. Creed and Jade could see the opening of the portals just ahead. The danger was no longer a feeling, but completely visible to both of them. The tall grand knight, resplendent in gold-plated armor with silver mid-drift, loomed to one side of the portals. On the other side of the entrance stood a beautiful creature, a Spirit of Aura, looking like an innocent maiden, but Creed knew how dangerous she was. The grey stone building that housed the portals stood imposing, even shadowing over them. 

 Creed momentarily closed his eyes, hoping Vincent was not far behind him. He could not be sure of Vincent's fate since he and Jade had fled their domain. But he knew his brother's battle precision powers were strong, even though outnumbered. 

 Creed looked up to the sky and heaved a deep sigh. He then turned his head to face the portals once more, this time not faltering, not looking away. He gently released his wings to their full extent, but held them downward, knowing this was a sign that he had no intention to fight. 

 The grand knight took notice of Creed's approach. Now he wondered why he had to fight an unwilling adversary, and a young one at that. 

 Aura smiled at Creed's approach. Her eyes searched his body. There was no eye contact between them, but she felt drawn to him. Could he be the master she searched for? But she also took notice of Jade and became infuriated. It was not fair that she had a master – wait if he were her master, why would she be behind him? She should be in front, or beside him. Aura's mind rushed, trying to comprehend and plan. 

Creed did not look strict. He looked kind and a bit weary. She immediately felt love for him, like a mother for a child. Or was it a girlfriend for a boyfriend? Aura did not know; she just knew he was worthy of her and her skill. The untapped power that lay beneath his surface could put a dent anywhere, for sure. 

 She smiled at her temporary master, the grand knight. He nodded, realizing that she had finally found someone. "It almost makes me jealous," he told her. 

 "It was only for pretend that I agreed to it until I found my true master," she said, looking a bit crushed, "but it was fun while it lasted, Vaan." 

 Creed stopped about thirty paces from them. "Let us pass!" he demanded. 

 Aura laughed with delight. To her, his voice was smooth and demanding. His eyes held steadfast like she and Vaan were the only ones there. She liked his eyes. They reminded her of a child's innocence, but that voice had such determination, it made her shiver with want, or with a need for his voice to command her. 

 The grand knight smirked, "Now, now, lad. You and I both know this isn't how it works. If something is guarding something, then you have to fight it." 

 Creed huffed as his feathers ruffled up. "You have got to be kidding me!" His angry tone and emotions rang out, infecting all who were near him. Aura clutched her head, passing out from the extremity of Creed's feelings. Jade developed a migraine and struggled to keep herself from lashing out. 

 The grand knight grunted, seemingly unaffected by Creed's emotion, but acutely aware of their effect on Aura. "That's a neat little trick," he commented. 

 [Creed's ability to influence others to feel what he feels strictly pertains to him. It is not usually a Casalyian ability. Therefore it is suggested that it comes from his Nard half.] 

 Jade hung back but floated over to Aura to make sure she was okay. 

 Creed glared at the grand knight. "It is not a trick. What you are feeling is my emotion now?" 

 The grand knight stared into Creed's eyes. "That is impossible!" 

 Creed responded with equal tenacity, "What the hell is this, more persecution? Do you think I am scared? Do you think that you and whoever you work for has the right to stand in my way?" 

 The grand knight remained unaffected. "No, lad, I do not have the right, but then again, I am just following my orders from the council." 

 "I have the papers the council signed!" Creed yelled, trying to reason with him. 

 The grand knight grunted. "I guess there is no more loyalty in this world. But still, an order is an order, no matter if it came from the council or the king." 

 Creed slacked up his emotions and Aura woke up, dazed and weak. 

 Noticing that Aura was now awake, Jade asked with concern, "Are you all right?" Relief filled Jade as she felt in control of her emotions again. 

 Aura nodded, still unable to think of words. 

 Creed dropped his suitcase and took off his armor, undoing all of the buckles and making sure it hit the ground with a loud thud. 

 Aura could not help but notice the body that the armor had freed. Those arms . . . his body . . . everything seemed to bulge in all the right directions. 

 His armor was long and thin. It was made out of Dirlithium, a metal only known to the Casalyians. It looked like an average piece of cloth, but Dirlithium was the pride of the Casalyians, easy to put on and even comfortable to move in. 

 [Dirlithium is considered to be an extremely light, nimble armor. The lightness of the armor does not affect the sturdiness of it. In fact, Dirlithium is known to outlast most heavy armors.] 

 The knight considered Creed crazy for taking off that kind of light armor. "Did you bump your head or something? That kind of armor would have protected you, not to mention, it's hard to find quality work that grand in this day and age." 

 "Let's just fight." 

 The knight nodded in agreement, "My name is Vaan, by the way." Vaan moved quickly, seeming to disappear. He reappeared suddenly in front of Creed and swung his giant ax – and it made contact. Creed hit the ground with a sickening crunch. 

 Creed stood up but not without damage to his wings. He started to heal them, hoping to bring them back into a healthy shape. 

 Vaan did not want to waste time. He went for Creed, who stupidly took another hit while trying to heal. The hit planted Creed into the ground. Vaan began to beat him mercilessly – hit after hit – aiming anywhere he could get. He then yanked Creed up by his bloody shirt and pounded him in the face. 

 Creed's jaw turned sideways as he spat up blood. 

 Vaan felt guilty, fighting an unwilling opponent. He wondered if maybe baiting him would make him fight, so he released Creed. "Come on, child. I thought you said let's fight." 

 Creed's face remained turned. "I said 'let's just fight,' not that I wanted to fight." 

 Vaan wanted to choke on his own words, "So you're just going to let me beat you around?" 

 Now Creed looked straight into his eyes. "I never said that either." 

 Confused, Vaan yelled, "What the hell, lad!" Vaan reached out to grab him, but Creed clutched Vaan's hand instead, using it as a lift to stand. The show of strength stunned Vaan. He did not even think of escaping. 

 Creed took this chance and bent the hand backward, forcing Vaan to take a step back. 

 Vaan, knowing that there was no way to avoid Creed's iron grip, winced in pain. He expected Creed to deliver a gnashing blow, but Creed softened his grip and released him. 

 Completely stunned by the turn of events, Vaan spoke with lost dignity. "Why, lad, if it were me, I would have let you writhe in pain and probably have broken your hand and arm." He dropped his ax. 

 Creed turned his back to Vaan, knowing that it was not the brightest move. "That is the difference between you and me. I am not willing to hurt you or anybody else for that matter. I want to make a difference in our everyday lives, so Casalyians can learn to be a better race of individuals." 

 "Lad," Vaan said humbly, "I admire your audacity to do something like that, but ask yourself, is it worth dying for? Is Casalynn worth saving, after all they did to you? Are you willing to save a race like ours? I don't think we need saving. I think we need more individuals with open minds. And what does going to the Humanoids have to do with that?" 

 "To prove that Casalyians can live with them, I guess," Creed explained. "In reality, my original reason was not so just. I have thought about it before, going to live with the Humanoids to escape my harsh, unfair reality. But then what good does that do me? No good actually, just thinking of myself; so then I thought some more. Wouldn't it be great for Casalyians and Humanoids to get along? And maybe then they would not hate me as much. Maybe the Humanoids and the Casalyians could teach each other about themselves." 

 Vaan just shook his head in disbelief. "Kid, you're living in a dream world." He pulled out a sword and rushed Creed, stabbing him in the back. Vaan gave a mighty heave, pushing the blade all the way through, and then withdrew his weapon slowly. 

 Creed turned around to face his foe and fell to the ground, his knees hitting the metal plate with a huge thumping sound. He tried to manage a laugh, all the while spitting up blood. 

 Vaan smirked. "Lad, I don't get you. You're the one on the ground bleeding. I don't get what's so funny." 

 Creed tried to stand. 

 "Stay down!" Vaan shouted. 

 Creed unleashed his full ability of healing by saying, "Full admission." 

 Jade reeled with disapproval. Full admission was for a higher class of fighter or certain breeds of monsters. That did not matter to Creed. He was another breed of Casalyian, a much more powerful breed. 

 The Spirit of Aura gasped in disbelief. "That is not possible! He is not a monster. He must be one of the elite." 

 "No, he is not! My master is elite! Creed is half-Nard!" Jade swirled her floating mass to face Aura. 

 "No! He can't be! He looks nothing like them! Those things are hideous! He is nothing like that, he is beautiful! Plus, they do not have full admission!" 

 Using his speed, Vaan tried to land a hit on Creed. But Creed dodged, leaving only a blurred image of him. 

 Vaan was caught off-guard, but recovered instantly. He went after Creed again, this time successfully hitting him, or so it seemed. His fist barely connected to Creed. 

 Creed leaned back and then delivered a smashing head-butt. Vaan quickly recovered, but it was too late. Creed moved closer and punched him in the gut. It did not do much damage because of the armor. Vaan barely felt it. 

 This time, not holding back, Vaan returned the hit. 

 Creed went flying across the path and hit the edge of the portals, sinking down. The pain became intense. His wings felt broken. He landed near Jade and Aura. 

 Aura leaned over him and gently whispered, "Give up." 

 "I cannot," Creed murmured, gritting his teeth. 

 Vaan rushed over to Creed, picked him up, and with a giant heave, threw him away from the portals. Then he faced the portals, confident that Creed would not get up. 

 Creed laid there limply before he tried to stand. He pushed himself up, trying to breathe. His wings touched the ground at an odd angle. Creed attempted to push his wings back, but they would not co-operate. He fell, hitting the metal ground. 

 Impressed with the lad's tenacity, Vaan implored Creed, "Stay down!" 

 Creed replied in a raspy voice, "No." He pushed his top half up, holding his shuddering shoulders. 

 Shrugging his shoulders, Vaan shook his head and picked up his ax again. "Suit yourself!" He used his speed again and hit Creed in the back with the handle of his ax. 

 Creed let loose a sharp exhale but did not fall. 

 Vaan hit him again, then withdrew. 

 This time, Creed fell, holding his shoulders and just staring. 

 The stare creed gave made Vaan question everything. What's up with this kid, this brat, he thought. 

 "Grand Knight, have you figured out yet that I have not really fought back, or why I have not healed again?" Creed's breathing showed how much pain he felt. 

 Vaan stared at Creed quizzically, "No, I have not, so tell me!" 

 Creed looked at Vaan and then turned his head down, his bangs covering his eyes. "Because I wanted to show you how far I am willing to go," Creed spoke with determination. Suddenly, he called out, "Full admission," again. After successfully managing to pull it off, Creed stood up tall as though nothing were wrong with him. 

 "This must be big, whatever you're going to do." Vaan sighed. 

 Aura stared in amazement. 

 Jade swayed from side to side, trying to decide whether she should enter the fight or not. 

 "I want to prove Casalyians and Humans can live side by side. I want to show the Casalyians there is more than their world," Creed spoke, fully healed. "Despite the injuries, despite the insults, I want to prove myself better than them. I will not be beaten into submission." Creed moved with incredible speed. He was now in front of Vaan, and his hand was in Vaan's face. 

 Vaan found himself trembling. Creed's tone became passionate. "They cannot tear me down . . . they cannot tell me what to do . . . they cannot break me. I am not some toy to juggle around for their amusement. If they did not like what I was doing, then why did they stamp the document?" Creed asked, then called out, "Flante Aeris." A sudden blast of air came from Creed's hand, striking Vaan. 

 The explosion of air caused Vaan to fall back. He stood up and lunged for Creed. 

 Dodging the challenge, Creed jumped out of the way. He lightly touched the ground, but rapidly jumped up again. This time, Creed spread his now healed wings and took flight. 

 Vaan let out his gold wings, making a running jump into the air in pursuit. He swung his ax around wildly with Creed dodging every move. Their wings now dictated the lofty experience. 

 [Flante Aeris is a blast of air meant to knock the opponent back. Full admission is a full-on heal, no matter the damage. Physically, the person is in perfect shape. Internally might be a different story.] 

 Creed finally noticed a pattern in Vaan's wild movements. Skillfully dodging the swings, he landed a mighty blow directly to the knight's head. The golden wings went limp, lifeless. The knight fell hastily to the ground, his heavy armor smashing around him, unable to stand. He removed his armor with trembling hands. 

 Making a swift downward dive, Creed's pure white wings landed a final blow to the knight's stomach. 

 Vaan fell, this time not willing to fight anymore. 

 Aura stood and floated over to Creed, amazed at his skill and power. She knew she wanted to be with him forever.

As their lines were being pushed back, the Celestials knew they would lose this war so they planned to leave nothing left of this Realm to be ruled by the Draconian lead Coalition.

They had looked into each of the other 9 God Races carefully before they decided to act, the fall back plan if they could not overcome the Draconian might was to have the Creed and Draconian armies destroy each other.

The weakness of the Creed was that their hunger would drive them mad, eating any form of meat would cause a chain reaction. 

Forcing all Creed into a state of insanity to fill their insatiable hunger.

While the Draconians possessed the greatest power out of all the 10 Guardian Races, they had a flaw of short lifespans living only longer than a few million years. While all the other 9 were immortal, and what the Celestials wanted to take advantage of is the secret the Draconians tried to hide.

Their true weakness was seen by the eyes of the Celestials, long ago a spy for the Celestials spotted a group of old Draconians escorting a young man into a desolate area within their Realm. 

What the spy witnessed that day was a battle among the group of Elders against the youth.

Although no one died during the battle and it seemed like training in the eyes of the spy the Celestials took a look at the spies memories and understood it better than he ever could.

The youth experienced an burst of power that ate away at his immortality, ending it and after that change a battle began and it took the Elders everything they had to suppress him.

This information is what lead the Celestials into thinking they could win the war, only a select few Draconians could awaken this power not all. From what they saw and observed from that day on, the Draconians would always have 1 thousand such warriors, granting them the Title of Dragon General.

These Generals were their real fighting force while the others were of equal strength with any other member of the 9 God Races.

Thinking back about this information the scene before the Celestials eyes is pure horror.

They were pushing the Draconians back and if not for the reinforcements of the Creed the Draconians would have lost is mighty army.

Forcing the Celestials to retreat and execute their back up plan, what could the wounded army of the Draconians do against the hungry army of the Creed? This was all that they thought about as they released several captured Creed into the ranks of the Creed army.

They watched as the Creed 'rescued' their own kind, and then quickly kill them as soon as they were aware of the changes in them but it was far too late as many of the Creed especially those who were healing the few captured members began to change.

As the Creed Race were linked mentally once the captured got too close their feelings, emotions and desires spread to the others. While they tried to resist the temptation they soon all fell into a state of utter madness and began to devour each other as well as their allies in the Coalition.

This was the moment the Celestials regretted the most, they saw victory in their eyes they would rule all 10 Guardian Races from this day on and the Draconian and Creeds would be their slaves from this day on.

Once the Draconians saw the scheme set by the Celestials, a few wept and cried while others began to cover themselves in scales. This was unexpected for everyone involved in the war, they have never seen such a seen before. 

Soon everyone watched as every member of the Draconian army's eyes turned bright red, as pitch black scales covered their original colored scales. Horns grew a top their heads as fire, wind, water, earth and the lightning in the sky began to strengthen around the Draconian army.

After these changes took effect the Draconian army much like the now mindless Creed army charged at the Creed that had lost their selves.

The Celestials began to recall their entire army, they wanted the two to wipe each other out before they launched a full assault on their Realms after their main army collapsed.

But soon to their surprise they sensed another much larger force coming towards them.

To their surprise and everyone's besides the Draconians it was the Creed, this was not an army as their were young Creed as well as families of normal Creed mixed within the massive force.

They too like the Creed being slaughtered on the battlefield by the changed Draconians were drooling as they howled in madness like starved beast.

The Celestials were now surrounded and were forced back into the fight against the Creed, they were unsure why but the Draconians only focused their attention on the Creed completely ignoring their armies. 

Before they could strike out against the distracted Draconians, they spotted a few members of their fallen rise up and fight alongside the Creed. These fallen Celestials were mutating and changing looking like a mix between Creed and Celestial.

This change was happening all over the battlefield as everything that was once dead was being brought back to add to the numbers in the Creeds ever growing army.

"Stupid Celestial Trash!!! If we manage to win this and push the Creed back, your kind is going to be the first stop on or return home. Do you not know that long ago the Creed and us Draconians had a war that nearly ended our Draconian Race? 

In that war we found out that these monsters should never be able to live if they ever crave meat, when we were on the verge of being annihilated the Creators protectors saved us.

They wiped out every Creed that went mad with hunger that day and left only a few of them remaining, this is the only reason we are the two out of the ten of our God Races that had the lowest population until recently.

Now that the Creators Protectors are gone, who is to say that the Creed won't wipe us all out this day. 

You have given them all they needed after all, a battlefield filled with the dead bodies of fallen Gods.

Today we have to work together or perish inside the Creed."

Standing high in the sky above the Draconian lead army still fighting the Creed is a youth with golden eyes. The Celestials that set up this plan knew this as the young man from all those years ago who lost his immortality and became a Dragon General.

From their understanding this youth should have long since died but here he stood before them, giving them a warning about things to come.

They understood what it meant to 'annihilate' the Draconian Race from existence and looked over in fear at the growing Creed army that assimilated the dead and mutilated bodies scattered on the the battlefield.

Gripped with fear they nodded their heads as they worked with the Draconians to push the Creed back, as they fought the Mutated Creed with their army they discovered that they could not kill them unless reduced the body of the Mutated Creed ash.

Some of the stronger Celestials found that they were being hunted by the Creed more so than the weaker members of their Race as well as the Mortal army that was now fighting besides them.

The leaders of the Celestial army made their way over to the Draconian commander to find out that the Draconians had long since abandoned their weapons and were using their claws, tails, fangs and horns to inflict massive damage against the growing Creed army.

Even a slight wound by one of those black glowing Draconian claws caused permanent death to the Creed. The youth with Golden eyes was busy fighting against a few of the Creed Generals and had no time to deal with the Celestials.

His desire to wipe out the strongest among the Creed was all he focused on, if he could take them out here even if he died this day it would save everyone else from a calamity.

While the youth was fighting off the Creed Generals, the Celestials looked over and saw that the Creeds forces were being quickly crushed and pushed back. The Draconians were holding back so much of their power during their battle earlier and this frightened the Celestials.

He once again looked over at the Draconian youth and attacked him in the back. 

This was the day the Celestials, Draconian, Creed, Ancients, Demons, Wraiths, Beasts, Titans and Ruie's God Races vanished from this world to become a new breed of Creed that would be known as the Destroyer of all the Realms.

This attack allowed the remaining injured Creed to fatally wound the youth. 

The youth looked over and smiled bitterly to the Celestials who had smirks on their faces as they watched the Draconians stop their effort to resist the last of the remaining Creed.

"I wish you would have waited until I killed all the Creed Generals." As he said this and died the injured Creed General wasted no time and devoured his corpse.

The Celestials overlooked the battlefield once more and did not care if the Draconians no longer aided them, they have won this war. 

While they rushed to kill the injured Creed General they saw him laughing as his eyes turned golden and pale scales started to cover his injured body.

They did not have time to react to his sudden attack before they noticed more than 80% of their strongest fighters were lying dead on the ground. Beneath his feet on the ground the Creed looks down at the fallen bodies of the Celestials youngest and strongest of this generation.

Ignoring their attacks at his body he once again begins to eat the bodies of the strong.

On the battlefield not far from them the Celestials notice the Draconians quick retreat into a teleportation array Leaving behind a few to destroy it after the majority of them have fled. 

Before they could do the same the Creed General sprouts wings very similar to the Celestials on his back, the only difference being the scales that cover them.

Shaking in fear the Celestials look out to see the Creed army that was once on the verge of defeat rise up as they too undergo the same mutation as the General before them.

Only now do they realize why the Draconian youth put all his effort into killing the Creed Generals.

"We have failed, we have doomed everyone. Break the seal and inform our kind in the fastest way possible to seal our Realm before it is to late." Saying so the Celestial Commander engages the Creed General to by time for a message to be sent out.

His words were quick and he rushed out only to be slashed in half by the Creed General, as the other Celestial was trying to relay the message back to his people he noticed his body drop to the ground while his arm still held the communicator was gripped by the Creed General.

Before he died he watched the Creed General take the form of the his Commander.

In his last moments he heard. "Open up the portals to every Realm!! 

We have pushed the Draconians back and have won, we will rush to every Realm and demand that they submit to us."

.....

Far away outside the 10 Realms the Gods of Creation shuttered in fear as they knew they could not kill that Creed General, this is the reason they stopped themselves from helping. 

They knew that if by some chance they died it would be the end of everything, soon they began to open a portal to another Reality to inform their Creator of this.

Just as they opened up the portal and were about to step through it, the Creed General appeared before them.

"His powers are so many, why are the Draconians so blessed with such powerful blood? 

Now it is ours and we will never let you go to call her back. We will 'Rule (Devour)' these Realms."

He stretched out his hand and killed one of the two Gods of Creation, he expected his second attack to do the same but the God of Creation blocked his attack to his surprise. As soon as she did she began to disintegrate the body of her fallen sister.

"NOOO!!" Rushing forward he was barely able to rip off a chunk of her arm before nothing was left. 

He ate it as soon as he got it and immediately knew it was not enough to gain all of the Gods of Creations abilities for his entire Race.

Staring coldly at the remain God of Creation he was about to launch another attack and fight with her until he could eat enough of her flesh, until he felt a massive force coming through the portal.

Fleeing he returned to the Realm of the Celestials to begin his slaughter.

Walking through the portal is Alda. 

She was wearing a silver dress as she looked over to see the fear and pain in her sisters face, she had come to welcome them back after they completed their task but soon saw the grief in the eyes of her sister.

"What happened?" 

She asked only for the God of Creation to smile before sending her memories to her.

Consumed by madness after ending all life in existence when he was unable to save a single life. Dashnell of the Guardian Race who was abandoned as he would bring a calamity that would end their existence. Dashnell Titled 'The Dragon' Searches for meaning in his search towards his end or his rebirth through the Calamity he created. https://www.patreon.com/dashnell

Travis Creed- Travis has always been a trouble maker since he was young and was made a mafia ringleader at 14. He met Sarah when he was 15 and had Laila at 15. Travis isn't like many mafia members and only does it for his family to protect them as he also does his best to protect his members as a second family.
Race: Human
Birthplace: California, Fresno {Earth 0.1}
Birthdate:  February, 28 2971
Mother: Isabel Creed
Father: Johnathan Creed
Sister(s) Riley and Olivia Creed
Brother(s) Mark and Chris Creed
Wife: Sarah Creed
Daughter: Laila Creed
Son: Malachi Creed { Adopted or whatever by law he'd be considered his son.}
Height: 6.1
Weight: 215 Lbs
Sarah Creed- She's also a Mafia member known as White tigress. She met Travis by mistake while she was hanging with her gang and bumped  into Travis's group by accident. They were about to break out in in all shootout but fell for each other at first sight with that they dismissed that bump and formed the gangs together. She's not as active but when she get's envolved in the mafia business she can whup  some ass.
Race: Human
Birthplace: California Clovis
Birthdate: April, 4 2971
Mother: Natasha Flores
Father: Alexander Flores
Brother: Alexander jr.
Sister: Jennifer Flores
Husband: Travis Creed { I tend to put down Travis Scott every single time.}
Daughter: Laila Creed
Son: Malachi Creed { It's fake and can change but by law or at least how Malachi made it seem hes there son}
Height:5.6
Weight: 107Lbs
Laila Creed- Laila isn't part of mafia unlike her parents but she's well known and is protected by the members of the family gang. Within the mafia she's known as the White princess. She likes to do things by herself but that changed when Malachi or Logan came into her life. She finally has someone in her life that she can talk to.
Race: Human
Birthplace: New York Queens
Birthdate: September 8, ???? { yeah sorry I'll fix it as soon as I figure out the math here.}
Mother: Sarah Creed
Father: Travis Creed
Brother: Malachi Creed
Height: 5.3
Weight: 100 Lbs
Malachi Creed-  Malachi is the new Logan as the 16 year old demon king back on Earth as he lives with the Creed's. Malachi has already made a name for himself as the Gold Cross Reaper G.C.R. as well as formed a Mafia known as the Red Spades. Logan/Malachi is on the mission to kill his ex-girlfriend by building connections and preparing to kill her personally.
Birthplace: Los Angeles
Birthdate: December 1 3000 {as soon as I do the math again I'll add on but he was reincarnated so he has another Birthdate.}
Mother(s): April Rein/ Sarah Creed {Given how he sees his former family as still his family I will leave it be.}
Father(s): Michel Rein/ Travis Creed
Sister(s): Stella Rein/Laila Creed
Height: currently 5.5'
Weight: Currently 115

Logan was killed by his own girlfriend after he saved her from a shoot out, the next thing he does is wakes up as a demon god. Logan  is told that he must create chaos in order to balance the darkness and the light. That's where he meets her the hero who looks like his killer.

Via is an ordinary college student in Hiddenfields University, She has an all time crush on one of the Hiddenfields brothers which is Creed. And she called her "My Infinity Crush". Via had no idea that she already met the Hiddenfields brother in the past. How will she handle the situation if that's the past that she wants to forget? 

And how she will make Creed Hiddenfields fall for her?

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