March 21st, 2090
Terras POV
Life is good right now. Thats the thought I have been having these past two months. Pandemonium has gone dark, clearly reeling from my systematic extermination of all their criminal affiliates. Not to say that the threat is gone, but Ive learned to appreciate the quiet before the storm. Demons are rather impulsive, and I daresay that Dante wont be able to reign in his subordinates for much longer. Theyll appear sowhere, and Ill be there to exterminate them. The only real threats are Dante and his six subordinates, the rest of the demons are no match for and my girls. They have continued improving by leaps and bounds, and I feel that theyre more than capable of dealing with Dantes lieutenants.
The ho life is great as well. My parents have had more ti off work recently, since Dads restaurants are no longer getting harassed by the Health departnt and Moms trouble at work died down. She was saddened sowhat by Hayashis death, but the wounds from all those years ago dont heal so easily. Her lingering resentnt made it rather easy for her to move on. The additional money and stock options she received from being written back into the will were also greatly appreciated.
My relationship with my harem has been going well. Irenes induction went without issue since she and the girls got along rather well. Everyone has been having a lot of fun touring the world, which is as easy as can be thanks to my teleportation magic. Our nightti activities have been hotter than ever, both on the individual level and the harem play. Reiji has been doing better, I think he might finally be moving on. He has a newfound desire to help people, possibly out of guilt, but since it isnt a destructive behavior it should be fine. So when a familiar summoning circle appeared beneath as I sat in my room, I decided to roll with it. Lets see how Willow and Verlush are doing. With any luck, Ill be given so rare magical materials again.
My surroundings blurred like before, and the power-up I seem to get in this world ramd into like before. However, thats where the similarities ended. The dungeon that I had been summoned into was completely redone, with elegant white marble instead of the crumbling grey stone. The summoning circle was made of inlaid gold accents, and they frad the new mural in the back of the room rather nicely. To my surprise, it was a now accurate depiction of myself, surrounded by luscious plant life. Beneath the mural there was a bright silver plaque which read:
To the future heirs of House adow, should thee ever be in dire straits, use the summoning circle to call upon our savior. Unfairly scorn by the world, his goodness persists despite the adversity. For a price, he will grant any wish. May our Fortress of Flowers ever bloom.
---Duchess Willow of House adow
So it looks like quite a bit more ti has passed on this end then I expected. But before I thought any further on the subject, there was a breathy gasp behind . I turned around to see my summoner, and had to visibly repress the urge to recoil in disgust. I have seen so hideous things, but this poor soul was ugly beyond compare. The short man had greasy green hair and dull brown eyes set in a horrendously pockmarked face that had excessive acne. His teeth were yellow and crooked, his big hook nose looked like a broken beak, and his skin was an off-putting pasty white. The man was horrendously obese, and he was panting as he exclaid The summoning worked! I cant believe it!
And then, before I could say I word, the man started crying. Finally, a chance to change everything! No longer will the other nobles mock so ruthlessly! No longer will I be ostracized as Hawthorne the Hideous! I assu he was going to continue with his pitiful monologue, but I decided to spare him any further self-loathing. Why have you called ? I asked in my gravitas heavy voice.
Hawthorne snapped to attention with a squeak, finally rembering that he stood in the presence of a supposedly all-powerful extradinsional being. A,apologies for my inattentiveness! I am Hawthorne of House adow and I have a wish that I would like granted! What is this wish? I would like you to change my appearance. Please make handso! And my paynt? I asked. Hawthorne paused before bringing out a long antique box. It was covered in various runes that seed to be imprisoning sothing. He fumbled with the latch before unlocking it.
Ti seed to co to a standstill as whatever was within the box resonated with my very soul. It felt familiar, like seeing an old friend after a long ti. The 3-foot long handle flew out from the box like a rocket, landing perfectly in my outstretched hand. It was the hilt of my rhomphaia that shattered at the final battle of Project Redemption. It looked the sa as before, although there was a jagged edge where the blade once was attached. I thought it was consud by the rampaging mana, but I was wrong. As surprising as the reappearance of a fragnt of my favorite weapon was, it paled in comparison to the changes I sensed in said fragnt.
The handle was emitting an ecstatic joy at being reunited with its creator and wielder, my faithful weapon seems to have gained so modicum of sentience. Only the greatest arms can develop a pseudo-consciousness. It is not true sentience, but it is close. This one piece felt more powerful than Vivians Excalibur. Incredible. My shock was misinterpreted as disappointnt by Hawthorne, so he started to hastily explain the offering. I, I hope that a fragnt of your old weapon is a suitable paynt. I know the legends after all, about how you slayed the Redeer and the world with it. It shattered in the aftermath, and its pieces were scattered throughout the new world. 100 shards and the handle. I nearly bankrupted House adow in order to purchase this. I dont care that the apocalypse will co should you make your divine blade whole once more. I just want you to break this curse on !
Theres no question about this. Deal, on the condition that you also provide further information about my blade afterwards. I said eagerly. The contract seal appeared on both of us and I imdiately appeared at Hawthornes side. I conjured a mirror to show his reflection and had various options pop up around it in text. These said various things like Weight, Height, Hair Color and so on. Anyone from my world would recognize it as a complete replica of a character customization screen from a popular virtual reality video ga. I even went so far to include a stats page. Strength, Dexterity, Agility, Endurance, Intelligence, and Wisdom, the usual stats popped up. An average adults stats in this world (as estimated from my last visit) is from 10 to 15 in each category. I gave him 200 points. This is not a ga world, but I found this format the easiest way to do this. His paynt far exceeded my price, so the least I can do is provide the best service possible.
You may change your appearance and abilities as you please in this mirror, press your finger to the text to see how to alter whatever you desire. Once complete, these changes will be permanent and they will pass onto to any children you have. Ask if you have any questions. I said as I gave Hawthorne a brief tutorial on how to operate the mirror. He imdiately went to work, while I chose to ignore him in favor of examining my rhomphaia handle. Its near useless to the way it is now, but I cant help but feel happy to have it in my hands again.
Several hours later and Hawthorne finally finished. I looked in the mirror to see the end product. The reflection showed a classically handso, very well-built man. His green hair was bright and glossy, with warm chocolate colored eyes set in a sculpted aristocratic face. His teeth were straight and a brilliant white. He was tall, with slightly tan, smooth skin and excellent muscular definition. The stats distribution was an equal 33 in each category, aning that he would be 3 tis stronger, faster and smarter than the average human citizen in this world.
Are you satisfied with your selection? I asked. Hawthorne nodded eagerly. Very well. Answer my questions and then I shall start the transformation. Yes! What do you want to know? What has happened to the rest of my blade? Well, um, I know that the shards of the blade are scattered throughout the world. The legendary weapons wielded by heroes and champions, as well as many of the national treasures of various countries all were forged using a fragnt as a base. Thats why they are so sought after. The only reason I could get the handle is because it was impossible to forge into a weapon, since it kept killing the blacksmiths trying to work it. Heck, only a grandmaster blacksmith can forge a shard into a weapon or armor without dying from the blowback let alone trying to forge the entire handle. Hawthorne explained.
You ntioned sothing about an apocalypse. Explain. It has been foretold that you, the Peerless Devil, are continually seeking to finish what you started and annihilate this world. However, you lack the power to do so, since the leader of the Redeers shattered your blade in the final battle. It contained a great deal of your strength, so if you make the weapon whole once more you will be able to destroy this world once and for all. Hawthorne said. I heaved a big sigh at those words. I will tell you what I told Willow, these stories are all gross misrepresentations of what actually happened! Willow, as in my ancestor? Yes, how many years has it been since I was last summoned? Um, I believe it has been 300 years since Duchess Willow and the Miracle of the adow. Hawthorne answered.
Wow, it has been a while. I see. Very well, youve answered my questions, let us begin with the transformation. I said, much to Hawthornes delight. Be warned, however, that your change will be gradual. This is so others dont mistake you as being soone else. How long will it take? Hawthorne asked. One month. You will claim that you had a curse of ugliness on you that was broken. I will mimic the aftereffects of such a curse to make it believable.
And with everything said, I slamd my fist onto the mirror. Contrary to common sense, the mirror didnt break. Instead, it reverberated like a gong, with the image of the new Hawthorne rippling like it was a reflection on a pond that had a stone thrown in it. The current Hawthorne let out a gasp as he clutched at his head, clearly feeling the unusual sensation of having your very body reworked down to the DNA.
I slamd my fist onto the mirror once more, this ti shattering it and ejecting the image of the new Hawthorne out into the room. The now ghostly looking image rged with Hawthorne, who let loose a loud yell of pain. He fell to the ground and started fading away into unconsciousness. My work was done, all that is left is to wait for the changes to finish. Rember, one month until the complete change. I whispered to Hawthorne as I felt the summoning end upon completion of the contract.
I reappeared back into my room, where I glanced at the clock. 5 seconds had passed since I left. In my hand was my rhomphaias handle, which was all but purring in contentnt at being with once more. I was thinking about Hawthornes words, about my rhomphaia being a divine blade. Its certainly possible, since it got sucked into a ritual that was ant to catalyze an ascension into godhood. Does that an Im a god in the new other world? Is that why I feel all-powerful there? Or am I a demigod since most of my divine power is apparently trapped in my broken blade? I shook my head at the thought. Focus on the present for now. Potential god or not, it ans nothing here on Earth.
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