"This is my rising!" Nero said as his fist let out crimson sparks.
Before Nero will loose his thoughts he asked the question plaguing his mind, "Who and what are you?"
[I guess it's time...]
[Now I think about it there was no reason why I was stalling.]
[I am a being capable of possessing any bloodline, the last of my race, an Astral!]
[The limitless race! I was a genius capable of having three divine bloodlines!]
[Demon, Celestial, and Dragon!]
The voice was getting louder and louder before it quieter,
[There's no use hiding anymore let me start my story.]
Nero sat down and closely focused on what was about to come, maybe some of his questions would be answered with this. But for now, only time could tell.
[Well I will shorten it for you,]
[My name is Zenith, I am the last of my race the Astrals, Well let me say the end since the start didn't matter.
One day, I decided to fight a being who I thought I could beat but was surely mistaken. I fought with everything I had but,I couldn't not matter what I did I was on the losing side...
I still remember the words, "Fool, it was useless to try, your a million years to late to try and hold a candle against a dragon's breath, even does giant lizards don't stand a chance. Anyway, happy reincarnation!" But before I could die, I stored my soul in one of my treasures saving me, at the cost of my power.
The treasure as you know is the grimoire or book you humans call it, that's what my soul resided in.
My power regressed and it's gonna take a damn long time before I could get even a percent of my power! Alas, by that time it will be too late.
I chose you as I found you as an abnormality, your ability was sealed for whatever reason and your a half demon. Call me foolish, but that was the most stupidest decisions I have made.
Now to the main point, I will train you on one condition. When the time comes you owe my a favour, Do you accept,
Yes or no?]
Nero smiled and said, "To be honest I don't a better living style, so this is a benefit, I could get stronger and this is a reason for me to work hard. So without much words, I accept!"
[Good thing I choice the grimoire since it is the easiest to impart techniques to you.] Zenith told Nero.
"Mmmh," Nero nodded and said now that introductions are done, let's train!"
A ethereal like being shot out of Nero's forehead and floated infront of him. It was pitch black with red sparks occasionally flickering around it. It had a humanoid figure with no defining features.
"This can do." Zenith opened and closed his new body's palm feeling adapting to its movement. "Now activate your ability," Zenith ordered.
Nero thought of the flow of energy on his palm and thought, 'Doesn't this mean that I can spread it all over my body?' Nero circulated the energy and spread it all over his body.
Crimson sparks flickered around his being, "Damn this hurts!" Nero gritted his teeth not expecting the immense pain.
"Fight me!" Zenith commanded while Nero was in his... chaotic state.
Nero stiffly nodded his head.
Zenith dashes towards Nero and punches towards his face. Quickly, Nero ignores the pain and raises his palm blocking the fist.
"Too much excess movement, I guess this is to be expected..." Zenith commented with a almost unnoticeable smirk on his thick ethereal face.
Nero turns Zenith's fist to the side hoping to destroy Zenith's stance. But nothing happened, Zenith stood there and said, "This is getting boring,"
He kicked Nero in the abdomen sending him flying like a kite with no strings. His back landed explosively on the wall and a wad of saliva couldn't help but escape out of his mouth.
"Damn, hurts like a bitch." Nero still joke while under the pain from the kick and keeping the crimson sparks active.
He got up and fixed his stance before he moved towards Zenith with speed a normal human couldn't possess.
Vroooim
Nero arrived before Zenith with his fist inches away from Zenith's.
[Great Overlord Style, Overlord's perception!]
Like time stopped, Zenith swiftly dodged Nero's fist before sending one of his own.
Bang!
Nero was sent flying once again with his nose bleeding. 'Dafuq was that!?' Nero thought whilst being midair. Before he could talk out loud, his back impacted with the cold hard wall of the luxurious training room.
"Now tell me, what the fuck was that?" Nero rubbed the back of his neck, feeling sore. His eyes brightness lessened when he deactivated the crimson sparks.
"You mean my Great Overlord Style?" Zenith questioned smugly, the ethereal body had a light grin engraved on it.
"Great Overlord Style..." Nero mumbled and thought aloud, "So does that mean I can learn it?"
"Well yes, but only the basics of the basics... try summoning the grimoire, it should be in your soul."
Nero closed his eyes and entered his soul... he searches for a bit before finding the black and crimson coloured grimoire. He touches it before thinking about it leaving the space and it vanished.
He also left his soul with the grimoire in his hands. "Wow," Nero marvelled at the sight of that, "Very interesting." He sighed and with a thought the book opened.
Nero grabbed the book and moved to the first page,
[Crimson Battle Force]
"What is this..?" He thought aloud, before thinking about it for a second, "My... ability?"
"Bingo!" Zenith's voice rang out, "Thought you were stupid for a sec." Zenith wiped the imaginary sweat from his forehead. "The grimoire is basically a cheat... or let me say system. You can directly find different types of uses and skills your ability can he used for."
"Since, I 'died' my bond with it was cut off, so that makes you the owner. Consider this one of the boons of me being stranded on you." Zenith folded his ethereal like arms and raises his head proudly.
Nero mouth gaped as he thought of all the numerous ideas he gained from the brief explanation.
He quickly regained his wits and continued reading the grimoire.
[Nero Asborn]
[Rank: Beginner]
[Skills]
[Crimson Drive: Gain immense power at the cost of little spirit energy. Beginner Stage.]
[Crimson Force: The force gathers with in you. The longer you fight, the more sparks you obtain that can be manipulated to produce varying forms and uses]
Grin.
A distorted grin was plastered across Nero's handsome face.
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[A/N: Bad plot either still never gave a sh-. I wanted to say that the story will get better hopefully as it progresses. ( I am not good with the beginnings!) So hope u enjoy!]