"Mother how are you feeling, it's been four hours since you last take your dose of Morphine, but this is your third Cigar since we left Hale two hours ago, I'm not a medical expert or anything, but is it safe to it even smoke after taking some powerful pain based medication."
Alexander asks with a worried expression plastered on his face, it was a given after all.
Mother Delilah has been our mother figure in more ways than one, not only is she wise, but she is also strong, and we always found it rather funny if not embarrassing when she referred to us as her little ducklings.
Till eventually, we accepted the name wholeheartedly, it became a norm for all of us.
But our worries are for naught because mother replied to alexander with a smug smile.
"I mean I feel great, euphoric even."
Well Morphine does that to some people, it's a drug after all, and one that can make moose and dears back in my old world have a good time, it was like how the dolphin passes around the puffer-fish, which is considered poisonous to humans as if it was some Maryjane.
So to answer mother's question I look at her and reply on behalf of Alexander, explaining why she feels this way.
"That's the drug-speaking mother, it a give you a numb feeling, it is the fever of the high."
I said to my mother as I listen closely to the conversation.
"Well whatever it is, I find it relaxing compare to the living nightmare I was experiencing before now, but with all honesty Sherlock, your ghost girlfriend truly knows her stuff."
"She's not my girlfriend, just a friend."
"Hmmm. Is that so, well you have a good undead friend indeed, she is very knowledgable, honestly though I must admit being able to talk to spirits is an envious ability indeed."
"Envious how?"
I ask a little confused by her statement, to which she replied.
"I believe information is the greatest weapon of all my dear dull Sherlock, and you can extort such information from a dead person, I am a perfect example of your power at work."
"You do know that I can only talk, interact, and erase spirits and curses right, including my other ability to conceal my presence by ghost stepping, then and again ghost stepping only erase the sound of my footsteps, while making my body slightly transparent, the trade-off, however, is the fact that every time is get closer to the enemy they will feel a chill."
"Then there is my phantom mask, which will allow me to transform someone or myself into a person I kill, but even then I only take their appearances, which is just an illusion, although this illusion is perfect, it has a serious weakness if your face is hit hard enough, then the mask will brake, if you no longer desire to wear the mask, then the mask will break as its purpose has been served."
"Then there is my partial intangibility, it allows me to make my limb intangible, and even then; two at a time is my limit, and that only applies to my arms and legs, not my head or other organs, although I don't feel any drawbacks, as I can keep this up for as long as it wants, although this move is only good for escaping situations like being cuffed, or been forcefully hold down, I can't grab anything larger or heavier than my hand, but it's good enough catch someone off guard in a fight, while also injuring them severely like grabbing their eyes from their sockets."
"Now let's move on to what I can't do, I can't summon dead spirits that pass on, I can't control ghosts our spirits by command, only true fear of being erased do they follow me around, I can't possess people, nor can I resurrect the dead, do you understand where I am coming from?"
I ask as I gave an in-depth synopsis of my capabilities, from an outside point of view, I might appear as someone with strong abilities, but im not strong at all, I'm hardly scratching the surface, but if this was a novel then without a doubt im that one mysterious character the Mc would go to for information or advice.
So to make sure my pitch sells, I end it off with this.
"My power is fully under my control, yes, but im not limitless, if anything im the weakest person here, I don't possess true immortality like Alexander, nor do I possess destructive firepower like Denzel, and I definitely don't possess your monstrous physical strength, speed, intelligence, flexibility, and fighting prowess, followed by your long-range sight, and unique power to see the best possible alternative to every situation."
"In conclusion mother, I envy you guys for more than you envy me, but regardless of that I am grateful for what I have, I should be lucky that I am a magic user, seeing only 5% of the supernatural world makes up the world of witches and warlocks."
I said to everyone here, as they look at me with a smile on their face, however, mother was the one to answer me, as she laugh aloud.
"Ha...Haha...Hahahahahah... Ahahahaha... Ahhh. Men, you're hilarious as hell Sherlock."
"Ha. Why are you laughing mother?"
"Because your too funny, Sherlock, ah. Well, I did expect this much from my expressionless little duckling who is too biased toward his own powers and potential."
"How am I, bias mother?"
I ask completely lost as to why she refers to me as biased.
Her answer to my question was this.
"Because you are my little duckling, and out of everyone here, without a doubt, you are the most talented individual I have trained and taught, for instance, I can speak all ten common and native languages of the world, I learn this for survival, and let me tell you it took me years to master each of them at a fluent level, meanwhile out of your two brothers it only took you three years to master six of them, and at a fluent and professional level at that."
Mother said with great pride as she continues.
"Your learning speed is too monstrous, not only that but did you know Alexander once use a dream potion on you to ease your nightmare due to the effect of your powers which you claim to have conquered, that impressive but, what scary is the fact that you almost drive an immortal being insane with your nightmare alone."
"Then there are your fighting capabilities, honestly I raise a monster talented in hand-to-hand combat, to the point, not even I myself would not take the risk to fight you at close range, for the mere fact you could blind me, if I had to choose a way to dispose of you it would be twenty meters away with my rifle pointed at your head, to make sure I blow your brains out."
"In conclusion Sherlock you have hands, and you have hands for days, I can proudly vouge for that, however, you lack pure physical strength and speed to match your fighting prowess that's why I, Denzel, and Alexander can easily outclass you, but even then we have to come good, seeing that you are the type that adapts to violence quickly too quickly in fact, then and again you fight fucking dirty as hell, to you the world itself is a weapon as long as it hurts, or it can be used to disrupt a person sense, it's just another weapon in your arsenal."
"However the scariest thing about you isn't your insane learning speed, nor you're creepy ass magic, neither is it your fighting prowess, and it's not your adaptability, no all of this dwarf your natural if not monstrous deductive capabilities, you can analyze everything around you, break it down to your level of understanding, and imagine if not create a nigh perfect scenario in your head on how thing happen or how things will turn out, your deduction is scary."
I couldn't say anything, but then and again, when I took this body for myself I already know all six languages, all fighting styles, and all dirty tactics, to be honest, the deductive part is something I was always good at in my old world, it was simply just taking the clues, and putting two and two together to find an answer; while creating scenarios is just using your knowledge and experience to recreate or to possibly predict the outcome of the situation, to be honest, I call this my "cliche avoidance", but the way you describe it was as if it something impressive beyond belief, talk about exaggeration.
But as I began to think further mother soon cut me off as she continues from where she left off.
"Let us also not forget the fact you also have two new abilities, what is it called again, a yeah the first is that Desired form of yours, and the second is that out-of-body experience, or whatever it is that makes you leave your body."
"That may be true but I bearly know anything about my two new powers mother."
"Either way though, at the rate you're growing it won't be long till your "Lord of The Phantoms" evolves once more, and allow you to summon the dead, Sherlock your power and potential can sink nations, it sounds weak now, but I give you another ten years before you become an absolute force of nature no, four yeah I am willing to bet that with the Academy help, they will perfect the monster I raised from a young age, and turn him into a natural pure breed monstrosity instead, I look forward to your growth Sherlock, make your mother proud ok."
Mother said as she turn around to me with her signature sadistic smile full of love.
At that point, I only sighed mentally and said.
¡Sigh!...'There is no winning with this woman is there, well it's good to see her smiling.'
"Yes mother, I shall make the Prelati name a name to be feared across the world if it appeases you.
"Of course it will, that way we can start a carefree life at the top, becoming part of the elite, although im a little curious about how the school will handle the great number of students that will most likely enroll this year since this is a once in a lifetime opportunity to change a person life around."
"I don't know but we should be careful nonetheless."
I replied to her.
"Yeah, leaving each other side will be bad as well."
Alexander commented as he sneaks into the conversation.
"Does it even matter, anyone that harms the bloodline, will be burned alive by me personally."
Denzel said with a sadistic smile, also joining in on the convo as well.
"That's true, no one crosses us and lives to tell the tale, we should avoid trouble, as it will be the most optimal conclusion to any situation, walking away is a survival tactic that many fail to realize, with a 90% chance of survivability most of the time, but God forbids if any come looking for trouble, well hahaha... My guns are always loaded, my machetes are always sharpened, and my hands are rated e for everyone as Sherlock like to say."
Said, mother kissing her favorite revolver.
I look at this and commented.
"Well, as long as we have each other I fear no one."
"The feeling mutual brother."
Denzel said.
"The love is strong you know."
Said Alexander polishing his cane with a smile.
"It's a mother duck's job to protect her duckling, so it's a given."
I smile internally at this but at that same time, Denzel said.
"Oh, would you look at that we're finally here?"
Looking up ahead we can see the slowly ascending highways that reaches the heaven, it was curving in countless amount of direction, in some complex fashion that not even modern earth could replicate or make sense of.
I slowly whispered to myself in amazement, for the mere fact every time I see it, I can't help but be amazed at such complex architecture.
"The Mythrolonica highway."