I cannot talk. I cannot speak. I cannot interact.
That is because I do not have a physical body of my own.
My current wielder doesn't even know that I am sentient, and even if he does, I am not nearly powerful enough to interact with him on the physical plane of existence, not that I want to.
At least not at the moment.
There is just no reason for me to interact with him or anyone for that matter.
I only desire to observe and learn and grow and become stronger. I have to become stronger. Strong enough to defend myself and protect my master.
My master.
I do not have a master yet, as I haven't acknowledged anyone yet, but I will need to, in order to become more than what I current am. Barely a Power, but still, I am a Power, even if my current wielder doesn't recognize me as such.
He is ignorance and assume a lot of things. Misleading things, and I am not going to tell him otherwise because he is not my master.
However, his spirit is a lot more powerful than a human should be, so I do not think that he is a human in any respect. He might be a reincarnated God or maybe even greater than that.
I am unsure what he is exactly, and there is no need for me to assume anything.
Obviously, he cannot be greater than my father, who has given me life and a purpose.
Father even calls me his child, so I am. He did not give me a gender, and I don't think I need one either, as I have not settled on my form yet. He didn't even give me a name, for that right belongs to another person.
My master.
My father simply calls me by what I am, the Power of Command. My wielder, on the other hand, refers to me as Commandment due to my innate ability to command living things.
All living things.
As long as they heard my voice, they will not be able to do anything else but to obey me, and most of my wielders use me for only one purpose while I can do so much more. So much more.
But I am not going to tell them that because I don't acknowledge them as my master, and even if I did, I am not strong enough to talk to them or even empower their spirit.
I am far too weak. Only a couple of dozen years old.
In comparison to my brothers and sisters, that is insignificant. Thousands of them are much older than I am. Older than most universes and realities. Some of them have even found their master.
And some of them even gone into the void with their master. That is the greatest thing that could ever happen, and I wish one day I will enter the void with my master, whoever he might be.
My master will be the one who give me my name, as father has said so.
Father did advise me on choosing a young female form, as it will make things easier for me, especially in coupling with my master, becoming his blood and flesh.
Or his sword and shield if needed be.
I use that particular pronoun because my master would likely be male, as most masters are. It is simply the way things are, as my father had said.
And that is all my father had told me before bestowing me upon countless beings, all for me to choose one who would be my master, but all of them failed the requirement, becoming nothing more than a lustful creature.
Becoming a lustful creature is not a bad thing, as it brings them closer to my father, but without a will of their own, they will just turn into a demon. A lust demon, who knows nothing more than to spread their seeds amongst the population, corrupting their world.
Perhaps that is my father wishes, but I believe he also wishes to see someone who can surpassed their lust and become something more. Something much more.
I want to see that someone too, and I believe if that person will be my master.
At least, I would acknowledge him to be capable of being my master, and of course, I do hope that my master would acknowledge me and join his spirit with mine, allowing me to ascend.
I wonder when that will be. It could be countless of aeon from now. Even so, I am not in a hurry. Time has no relative meaning to me, as I exist everywhere and nowhere at the same time. Just like this time around with my current wielder.
Despite living the life of George Collins, he is not George Collins. He is someone else, someone who is not from this time or even from this place.
I am sure of that. His spirit tells me so when I touch it. He is also the only person so far to have resisted my voice, at least when I wasn't really trying.
While I do wonder what he is exactly, I am not too curious, so I will just watch him. Watching his person whose name is Maximilien Maxwell wields me.
Perhaps, he can wield me better than the person he currently is inhabiting did previously.
Oh. There are also some strange rules that this Maximilien person has to follow, and if he deviates too much from what George did previously, the world would reset.
My father is not responsible, as I would know if he did, so I wonder who. It couldn't be Maximilien, as he doesn't seem to be aware of how even if he has the ability to manipulate time.
This is all very strange.
"Mum. Raise your hand. Raise it high above your head for me."
George asks. Maybe I should call him Maximilien instead since he isn't George. He is merely possessing George like that Ghostly guy does to everyone.
That Ghostly guy is one of the most perverted Champions that I have ever seen, but even so, he is able to keep his will. I think he did. My sister wouldn't have acknowledged him otherwise.
Well. She never said that she did because she is getting very fed up with his endless perversion.
I hope my master isn't as perverted. I don't want to deal with someone like that.
Good thing that my current wielder isn't as perverted as George was. He actually trying to think calmly and clearly even if my spirit is affecting him.
It cannot be helped since I am the daughter of a Primordial Sin of Lust.