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"What do I do?" Fuhrer thought to himself. He was conflicted. After all, this was a request that ca from Destrys himself. Not only was he an existence he didn't wish to offend, but he was also soone who imparted knowledge upon Fuhrer.
Thus, even though he was ruthless in most cases, Fuhrer still understood camaraderie and how to treat those deed as allies. Typically, backstabbing them wasn't one of his desired actions.
Hence, Fuhrer raised his hand and twisted it 90 degrees. This caused the collapsing void to pause its montum and beco stagnant. A contemplative look crept upon his face as he continued to hold control over his technique.
"I understand that you have so qualms against this as he has shown hostility toward your young Lord, and you ancient demons cherish loyalty the most. However, it has been brought to my attention that this kid is indeed my progeny," Detrys revealed, continuing to implore Fuhrer to concede.
"?!" Fuhrer's eyes widened when he looked upon Erebane. His ntal gears churned as he started to piece the given information together. First of all, he should've realized that only the lineage would be able to tap into a unique power.
The latent power would be passed down through the bloodline in a dormant state. Only when a strong enough catalyst was utilized or when their state was strong enough would the recessive power begin to activate. During that ti, the successor would experience an exponent growth in power.
Second, Fuhrer was able to notice Destrys's energy signature in the power Erebane wielded, yet he wasn't able to perceive their connect. Of course, this had sothing to do with Destrys's higher state.
How could soone weaker be able to peer into the secrets of a grander being? It was nonsensical and impossible unless so inconceivable tactics were employed. Such as bearing a forbidden item.
"Your progeny you say? Just when did you attain one of those?" Fuhrer asked. At the sa ti, he kept the void at bay. Although it threatened to break free from his control, a strange power leaked from Fuhrer's body, which seed to make the void quiver in subservience.
"Yes, precisely. Apparently, my actions resulted in an unforeseen birth and I wasn't aware of his existence. And, my deeds have precipitated his current conditions. Thus, as his father, I am to bla. So, will you be able to do this one favor? If so, then I'll return it in kind when we et again," Destrys offered.
For a ti, Fuhrer was silent. Before answering, he looked over to Apollo. Although he had the power to make his own decisions, this was sothing that included Apollo, so Fuhrer felt he should at least be included in the ultimate decision.
"Apollo," Fuhrer beckoned telepathically.
Hearing the beckon, Apollo extricated his attention from the enrapturing void before him and peered over in Fuhrer's direction, "What happened Fuhrer?"
"It's like this."
After explaining the entire situation, leaving nothing to imagination, Apollo was surprised by the information provided. For starters, he was impressed by Fuhrer's devotion to him. Even though there was no exclusive indication of Erebane's intent to harm Apollo, Fuhrer imdiately assud it as so.
In truth, Erebane was more interested in Fuhrer than he was Apollo. Unlike Apollo, Fuhrer received so of Destrys' ethereal energy to repair his mind, producing a faint connection to Destrys' presence.
When Erebane sensed this, he wished to pry so information on just where he got that. Alas, fate was a tricky vixen. Fuhrer was just far too strong for Erebane to defeat, even with the assistance of his father's power. Not only was he an amateur at wielding it, but he also employed it incorrectly from the very beginning.
"So, you an to say Destrys is talking to you right now and wishes for you to spare Erebane?" Apollo summarized, rubbing his chin in thought as he gazed upon the straggling Erebane. The image of Erebane now was nothing like when he and Fuhrer engaged in battle.
At this point, Erebane was akin to a dying fla. Most of his orifices were leaking blood and his previously robust physique was shriveling up. This wasn't due to Fuhrer's strike; it was the repercussion of forcefully wielding that power.
Anger was only a montary option for more strength. It was a completely destructive power, to both oneself and others. At least, that was true for most beings. This logic didn't apply to soone like Saehtyn. After all, his power was wrath itself. The angrier he was, the more of his power he could manifest.
"Correct, so what do you think? Should I just allow Destrys to deal with this matter?" Fuhrer questioned.
After a short pause, Apollo nodded with a cryptic expression. "Yeah, you might as well. Since he has yet to et his progeny, Destroys should at least be given the luxury to et them."
With the current complex expression of Apollo bearing a mix of lancholy, Fuhrer knew exactly what he was thinking about. Up until now, Apollo had never t his parents, so he could relate to him. This was true for both his past and present life.
Although he was physically in their presence before, it wasn't for long. Once he was deed useless, his family had cast him into the serf division after birth. Evidently, power ant more than blood in his past life, and his mories of those parent's faces were nonexistent because of this.
"I agree with you," Fuhrer responded, preparing to relay his answer to Destrys. But, before he could do so, Apollo added another look.
A faintly emotionless look entered Apollo's gaze as he continued, "However, this won't be given for free. Tell Destrys he isn't allowed to disappear until we return. There is sothing I wish to ask of him."
"Eh? What do you wish to ask him, my Lord?" Fuhrer inquired with a dubious expression. Most of the information Apollo currently possessed ca from Fuhrer, so he couldn't understand just what he wished to learn from Destrys.
"Nothing much, I just wish to understand more about the ancient pact of the Spirits and Demons and see if I can perform a certain action. I'm sure Destrys would be privy to whether or not it is feasible," Apollo answered.
He then added, "Cancel it."
Fuhrer obliged with a nod and snapped his finger, which sent a sharp surge of energy to disrupt the collapsing void. Afterward, Fuhrer disappeared and reappeared right before Erebane with a single step.
"Y-you...this sight amuses you, doesn't it?" Erebane muttered with an unfocused gaze. The pain circulating throughout his body was imnse. Albeit dismal, it was shocking to see he was still conscious despite his condition.
"There is no amusent to be enjoyed. I just co bearing so news. Due to your actions, soone wishes to et you," Fuhrer said before reaching his hand out. A faint force engulfed Erebane's body, lifting his bloodied self off the ground.
Once this happened, Fuhrer walked back to Apollo with Erebane floating behind him. However, Fuhrer's word continued to repeat inside his head, causing Erebane to finally mutter the question plaguing him.
"Who...who is it. Just who wishes to et ?" Erebane questioned. His voice was akin to a whisper and it was grating due to his body's current condition. Just talking required most of his bodily energy.
"It's quite simple. It's the sa individual that I received this 'familiar sll' from. It would seem your actions have stimulated their interest. Unfortunately, there isn't a way to et them at this mont. So, I'll have you off to soone else."
With a gesture, Fuhrer passed Erebane to Apollo. Silently, Apollo inspected the battered Erebane who floated before him. Above all, Apollo was curious about sothing, causing him to reach out to touch Erebane's forehead.
"If I can extract power from these humans, what would happen if a Spirit were to supply with Sin. As a higher being, shouldn't the Sin they possess be higher as well?" Apollo wondered.
His finger continued to inch closer and closer. It was soon encapsulating in a collection of black wisps. They congregated and started to swirl in just a few monts. A re glimpse felt as if it would devour everything without remorse.
At the sa ti, a crazed look graced Apollo's countenance. The re thought of extracting this type of energy excited him. Perhaps this was just what he needed to catapult himself over that limit.
Just as his finger ca in contact with Erebane's forehead, Azridan's voice resounded within Apollo's mind.
[Is...that a Spirit? You an to tell the Spirit this world uses...are THOSE Spirits?]
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