133 A Demons Demon (1/2)

As no one knew what was going on Geryon quickly came to his feet from his rushed bow and cut the palm of his hand.

After doing so he swiped the air before him and let his blood filter through the air towards the confused Demon Clan members.

They all knew this was a technique that allows one to see the memories of the one sharing their blood, a unique ability of the Demon/Lantar Clan hybrids.

The Elders became enraged the more they saw and then shifted their gaze upon me, the look in their eyes no longer polite and gentle but aggressive and hostile.

They then shifted to an emotion and state of absolute fear, the memories they were seeing now are Elder Elwin's own memories.

Not only were they Elwin's but Geryon's as well, this caused both the Demon and Lantar Clan members to look at each other strangely. Their two Clans always had similarities ever since they first met long ago when the Demons first entered the Lantar Realm.

Now they know the reason why, they are connected by blood, fate and destiny.

They soon came to kneel down in shock as they viewed Elwin as the second coming of Geryon their Creator.

He not only passed his bloodline to Elwin but also his name, they could feel the flow of blood in Elwin's body and many could not help but bow in reverence as they shouted out his name.

”Geryon!!” They all shouted in unison may times before shifting their gaze back onto me, this time all thought there was still a bit of hatred in their eyes I could see disbelief and untold amounts of fear.

They all knew that 'Xillah' would do all the dirty work for her Master even if it meant wiping out an entire race that was directly connected to her by blood. They knew all too well from the memories that she will not hesitate to wipe them out at the slightest grievance towards her Creator.

Looking at Geryon they mumbled under their breaths about their coming doom, how could the Creator of both Geryon and Xillah come to them without her being her or somewhere nearby.

The looks they gave me before might cause them to no longer be apart of this world, they now look at me with dull husk like eyes. Each of them looking like the dead come back to life, a few even slump to the ground as others find themselves back in their seats.

Geryon looks at his people and searches for the ones that like himself also inherited a Relic from their Creator.

He saw a bone inside each of the Elderly couple that are now seated, both of them looking over at Dashnell as if wanting to plead with him for their earlier behavior but neither could muster the courage to move.

Their were a few hundred youths and young adults in the nearby halls that also possessed Relics but he would have to wait to meet them another time. He would focus on the two Elders here along with the others here that held Relics.

Geryon could feel the power of the Relic within them, one had fused the Relic into the bones of his left arm, while his wife fused it within her right arm.

The couple soon felt the gaze from Geryon and immediately went over to him to try and get him to help them solve this problem.

Feeling ignored yet again I summon Ella to serve me while I wait for my other wives to finish rushing here and for Geryon to become the Leader of his people. This was my promise to him to Elwin's Grandfather that did his best to live long enough to see me again only to die to early.

He in his last days passed on his dream to the young Elwin's Grandfather and his Grandfather, creating a bloodline that would always know some form of the truth of their Creation.

When the fragment of Geryon was taken by Xillah she revived him and tried to destroy him for good, which would have killed everything Geryon ever Created. Before she could do such a thing I stopped her and gave her an order to let Elwin inherit Geryons power and Blood Lineage.

With this Geryon passed everything to Elwin including his name before merging back into me. This was his long cherished wish, to return to where he originated. He also asked me to watch over the three Demon Clans that he Created, The Lantar Clan, Demon Clan and The Fallen.

The Fallen were already under my protection as I had moved them onto New Teress after I reabsorbed Geryon.

With that the Demon Races he Created would never die unless I did.

This also enhanced my ability to Control blood and all types of fire and mortal desires.

As everyone around me pleads with Geryon I watch as a tear in space opends and Ella is sent flying out, as she is sent through the tear she lands and creates a crater at my feet.

Trying her best to raise her head she drops down unconscious, quickly looking into her mind I see that she learned of Mara.

”Silly girl Vivian regained her powers when she regained her memories and is only weaker than me and Valara, Verena might be her match but Nala is still suppressing Verena so who knows how that fight will go.

I will do something about that later but for now I agree with Nala, Verena does not need to regain her past powers.

You on the other hand should have been able to judge that you were not Vivians match why did you absorb Ella and the others when you were warned not too?”

Hearing me speak to her she did not dare to not respond she forced herself to answer and ignored the fact that she was a mess in front of others.

”I.. I only want to become more to your liking, I am all your darkness, evil and vile extensions given a body of my own.

I gladly took this as my duty in life, to allow you to live pure and free from these sinful actions, I thought that if I was alive you would never have to dirty her hands and commit evil.

I could stand being hated by everyone so long as you loved me!!

But how can I!?

Covered in so much blood and filth be a match for any one of those women that have died for you and followed you in every life they have ever lived.

I wanted to change but change was something that I could not do alone, that was when I met Eleanor. This is when I knew this was my chance!!