(Note: Remember that Samael is mute and any form of speech he may seem to have is actually his thoughts on that particular subject.)
The theory part was done now.
The practical part was the only bridge he had to cross before he could get closer to grasping the grandiose of power.
After resting for a couple of hours, he stood up and walked towards his father.
"Your mother tells me, your progress is good. Is that so?"
A nod
"Good. Do u want to spar with me?"
A shake of the head. ("Spar? hell no. I got a breathing technique to master. Sorry Pops, next time".) That was what Samael was thinking.
"Ok then.....what do u need from me? More books on soul energy?"
A shake of the head
"The breathing technique?"
A smile and a nod
" Ha ha ha....you are truly a genius. This means that you have read and memorized all the books on soul energy. So fast. You truly are my son. What about a feast before u start?"
A meek smile followed by the shake of the head
("Please just give me the technique old man...I am on a rush here".)
" Ok then, but to ensure your safety - I recommend you exercise the breathing technique while your mother and i are both around so as to help if any unforseen problems should arise."
Denvos then put one of his fore fingers on the side of his head.
("Oh ! i reckon he is now talking to mom. He always does that when he sometimes communicates with her.")
Within a few minutes Martha showed up and Denvos then gave Samael the manual with the technique.
"Start reading on it, and when u are ready to start just give us a sign so we know. And son,take your time."
Samael gave his parents a slight bow and a thankful smile and then sat down in a meditation position and then started reading the manual.
Within an hour he was ready to start. He looked up to both his parents and gave them a nod with the intension of saying he was ready.
" Go ahead son, your mom and I will watch over you."
"Yes my dear, I know you will succeed."
But Samael did notice their nervous and apprehensive postures. It was always his habit to read everything around him - the tweak of a hand, the rate of breathing, the eyes, the twitching of muscles and even the flow of speech. All those things spoke volumes to him as an assassin.
But he couldn't blame them, even he was afraid. No one in Fellos was known to have done what he was currently going to do.
"Here goes nothing and everything."
He begun.
First according to the manual. He had to reach his inner core.
So he did the one thing that always seemed to work when it comes to bringing about the impossible. Envision it. He envisioned himself studying and looking at his body at microscopic level.
It did not work.
How about looking over his body like a God?
Also did not work.
What about envisioning himself Within his body.
Nah.did not work
What about Nothingness. That always seemed to wor....
Boom!
A sound went off in his head and he found himself floating on space.
There was darkness all around.Utter darkness and silence. Unending Emptiness. That was the feeling Samael got from the darkness.
("Such Emptiness, I wonder what this place is. Hold on a sec, from the manual - this should be my soul.So reaching my core meant reaching my soul's space")
He then started to walk around while taking in his surroundings. He walked and walked and walked and he became marveled by the sheer size of his soul and the bleak atmosphere of nothingness it gave off.
There was simply no end to it. Ah well, as long as he got power, he would deal with whatever came later.
The next step.
Create a core that can convert other other forms of energies to a form of energy that he can use - A soul core.
And that was where the problem lay. To create a soul core, he had to sacrifice something. He had decided not to tell his parents about this part.
He had to sacrifice seven of his positive emotions and for each sacrifice , he would gain one deadly sin. The seven sins would then function as the essence in forming his core.
Buzz....z...z!
Countless glowing orbs abruptly appeared infront of his eyes and each gave him a different feeling :love, hope, joy, happiness, euphoria, trust, ecstacy and many more.
("I reckon these are my emotions but why do others glow brighter than others? Is it because they are do not have a significant impact on my life. I guess that it's, anyway, I should probably let go of those that are dimmer.")
Another observation Samael made as he looked at the glowing orbs was that their light was gradually being sucked in by the darkness. Time limit...that meant he had a time limit or else all the given emotions would be sucked away.
("Trust? hah! which assassin needs trust. Sacrifice that one.") The light representing trust was snuffed out and a blue flame appeared it its place. The blue flame reeked of greed. It even released blue tendrils that tried to wrap around the other glowing orbs but the darkness in Samael's soul snuffed those flame tendrils out. A war of tag between the flames of greed and the darkness thus begun.
Seeing that his soul seemingly had everything under control, Samael continued.
(" Next is lo...")
Pain.....
A lot of pain.
Then Samael blacked out.