72 Hermes (1/2)

”Oh dear, where are my manners? I'm Hermes and I am basically the embodiment of Heaven's will.”

Dean was initially confused but the words 'Heaven's Will' caught his attention.

'Are they going to use underhanded means?'

He was most worried on the fact that they may destroy a partial bit of his soul in order to make sure the 7 Virtues is able to win their fight in the future.

Seeing the color drain from Dean's face as well as his stance, Hermes waved his hand to jest

”Whoops, sorry how sensitive that word is. Hmm, to put it more appropriately, instead of Heaven's Will we can call it the Controller of Fate.”

”Destiny, fate, time, space, etc. You could think of it as the thing that strings the universe together to make sure it doesn't collapse.”

After the clarification, Dean calmed down with a nod and wondered what he wanted.

”It was unexpected that your soul would release such crucial information and strength. Currently we're also looking for the 7 virtues as we're afraid the same thing is going to happen.”

Listening carefully, Dean understood this was a neutral party but they have yet to explain their purpose

Putting on a serious face and staring down Dean, Hermes spoke

”Some gods are extremely interested in the fight, so we were told to equal out the playing ground. Seal off the outbreak of your powers and the information you have. You are meant to be ignorant and explore the emotions within your new life.”

Dean sighed at that but shrugged as he was about to do that either way. If he didn't then his persona would currently face an ordeal.

Hermes smiled at the confirmation but added a threat just in case.

”If you don't... well, hehe, we have our own methods to deal with trash.”

Having enough of these shenanigans, Dean sat back onto his spot beneath a tree and was ready to cultivate but Hermes interrupted.

”Oh yeah, we did have to tell you that. In trade for restraining your true powers and information we'll tell you who created you via 7 Virtues before the fight. The mystical unknown being that you should fear.”

Having an incentive to remove his memories that were not meant to be, Dean quickly dispersed himself into his soul.

Hermes entered his tent once more as it disappeared from the perception of this world and traversed through the river of time.

”You are one scheming scoundrel, you know that, Heaven's Will. That's considered a partial lie but whatever. I'm also excited to see many gods laugh when they see that brat meets them. Disciple of Sylvia... how interesting.”

...

Soon, Dean's form began to look human and was removed of any transformation traces however blood still stained his body.

The demented, twisted personality that looked at everything without placing any earnest into them was gone and now returned to what it originally was.

Looking at the scenario he had caused, Dean observed the mutilated corpses.

Feeling absolute sickness, he bent over to throw up his guts and an unsightly color soon covered the ground.