I couldn't help but feel a sense of awe as we navigated away from the familiar grounds of the orphanage. The towering structures on either side of the road painted a striking silhouette against the canvas of the sky. Each building stood as a testament to the urban landscape, a stark departure from the simplicity of the community I had known.
The rhythmic hum of the car's engine became the soundtrack to our journey, and the passing buildings seemed to whisper tales of a world beyond my imagination. The transition from the orphanage community to this urban expanse felt like stepping into a different dimension, where every skyscraper held its own story, reaching for the heavens with an ambition that mirrored the unfolding chapters of my life.
As the cityscape unfolded around me, I found myself caught in a whirlwind of emotions — a mixture of nostalgia for the orphanage, curiosity about the unknown, and the anticipation of a future that seemed to stretch infinitely among the towering structures. The journey away from the community, with its tall buildings framing the road ahead, became a visual symphony that echoed the grandeur of the new chapter awaiting me.
Leaving the main road and transitioning onto a path flanked by a diverse array of trees, we arrived at a grand gate. From this vantage point, a retention pond nestled in the middle of the road and two secondary paths branching off to the sides became visible. Emma, noticing my curiosity, spoke with a touch of pride in her voice, "The left road leads us to our mansion, and the right one leads to the worker quarters where the families of all the workers reside. It's designed like old traditional villages, with identical houses and its own market environment." Hearing Emma's words, a sense of satisfaction and pride welled up within me, acknowledging the thoughtful selection I had made.
Getting inside a garage which further lead us into an underground parking area where different car sat there quickly waiting to be
chosen for the next leg of our journey. The transition from the bustling cityscape to the concealed realm of the underground parking area was like stepping into a clandestine world beneath the surface. Getting out of the car emma and I followed Olivia in an elevator which lead us to the living room of the mansion.
Moving her hand to indicate us to sit down she herself sat on the main seat. Sitting down Olivia asked "So, Arthur Emma here said something interesting, Care to explain?" Listening to Olivia's words I quickly understood that Emma here hasn't said anything yet so founding the problem of explaining Olivia little troublesome I quickly changed into my own form.
Turning into a handsome young man in his early 20s with white hair blue eyes and body which looks like a work sculpted by a sculpture by great care. After fully transforming snow white feather came into existence by itself which showed fully behind his back. Seeing the miracle happen right in front of her eyes Olivia felt awe toward this being. Rubbing her eyes in disbelief about what was happening in front of her eyes she once again asked Arthur who was looking at her with an amused expression "W- Who are you?"
"Me, I am GOD" Saying these same lines which worked against Emma, Arthur repeated the same words hopping to work against Olivia too but he was too naïve to think it will work. Olivia was clearly a high-ranking person who controlled the whole multi billionaire business empire, how can she be fooled like Emma who just got out of her college to experience life.
Looking at Arthur, Olivia once again asked "Who are you?" This time the voice was little raised like a person who was dealing with a naughty child teasing them. Seeing Olivia didn't believe him he once again said "I am Arthur Ceilo". Receiving the desired answer this time Olivia was little confident and asked "What did you do to my daughter?" Hearing this question Arthur was little stunned and said "She became my servant, slave, wife, whatever you may call her."
Listening to the answer given by Arthur, Olivia was little dissatisfied and when she was about to get angry she saw Arthur standing up and moving closer to her inches away from her face showing big smile and saying "You are also mine now."
Biting the angry Olivia on her neck he began transforming her to an new race in which she was third in line making Arthur first, Emma second and Olivia being third.
The transformation that enveloped Olivia was both enchanting and unsettling. The bite on her neck marked the beginning of a profound metamorphosis. As the primordial bloodlines coursed through her veins, a radiant glow emanated from her body, creating an ethereal spectacle within the confines of the living room.
Her appearance underwent a subtle transformation. Olivia, once the epitome of business elegance, now embodied an otherworldly grace. Her chestnut brown hair took on a silver sheen, and her hazel eyes sparkled with an intensity that transcended mortal comprehension. Feathers, similar to Arthur's, unfurled gracefully from her back, a testament to the celestial influence now woven into her being.
The process was swift yet profound. Olivia, now in her new form, stood alongside Arthur, her eyes reflecting a mix of confusion, awe, and a lingering sense of resistance. The bond forged through the primordial bloodlines bound them together, a trinity of beings touched by the extraordinary.
As the echoes of the transformation settled, Arthur gazed at Olivia with a renewed sense of purpose. The threads of fate had woven a complex tapestry, and the trio now stood on the precipice of an extraordinary journey that would reshape the fabric of their existence.
Emma, witnessing the transformation of her mother, felt a surge of conflicting emotions — concern, curiosity, and an unspoken connection with the cosmic forces now entwined with their lives. The room held a palpable energy, a convergence of destinies that hinted at untold adventures and challenges ahead.
In the aftermath of this transformative encounter, the living room stood as a witness to the convergence of mortal and divine. The tale of Arthur Ceilo, Emma Arison, and Olivia Ceilo had only just begun, and the chapters that awaited them were bound to unravel in ways that defied the boundaries of ordinary existence.