As I rose to my feet, my eyes fell upon a large clay tub of water in the corner of the room. The surface was still, reflecting the faint beams of sunlight that slipped through the window. Slowly, I made my way over and knelt beside it, peering into the water's mirror-like surface.
I blinked, almost surprised. Despite everything that had changed, the man staring back at me looked the same. My long, pink hair still cascaded over my shoulders, slightly tousled but unmistakable. My crimson eyes, sharp and piercing, glowed with the same intensity they always had. The face was mine—chiseled, handsome, with an almost ethereal quality that had once reflected my divine nature.
I ran a hand through my hair, the strands slipping between my fingers. My body, toned and muscular, still felt strong, even if I could no longer summon the raw power I once wielded. I flexed my arm, testing the strength beneath the surface. The muscles tensed, lean and defined.
I smirked. My appearance was still the same godlike and eternal.And that alone would be more than enough to turn heads and stir desire in those who crossed my path.
I splashed the water, breaking the reflection. It rippled and distorted, much like the life I had now. A new world, a new beginning, but with the same face and body.
Rising to my full height, I cast a final glance down at my body. My torso was completely bare, revealing the firm lines of my muscles and the scars that traced faint reminders of past battles. The only thing covering me was a simple hide skirt wrapped loosely around my waist, held together by a crude leather cord.
It was then that I realized just how primitive this world must be. The clothing—or lack thereof—was a clear indication. No elegant robes, no finely crafted armor, none of the luxuries or grandeur I had once adorned as a god. This was a place where survival was raw, stripped down to its most basic elements.
A smirk tugged at the corner of my lips. A world without refinement, without sophistication. Yet, in its simplicity, it offered me a chance. No intricate politics or celestial hierarchies to navigate, no divine opponents who could sense my every move. Just a raw, untamed world, waiting for me to bend it to my will.
The hide skirt rustled as I moved, the cool air brushing against my skin. I reached out mentally for my limitless inventory, feeling the weight of countless treasures and weapons within it. But there was no need to call on them yet. Let this world see me as I was now—bare, vulnerable, stripped of the divine. It wouldn't last long.
Primitive or not, this place would be my starting point. From here, I would rebuild my strength, indulging in the very sins that would make me unstoppable once more. Lust, power, desire—all of it would fuel my return if I so wished .
As I stepped out of the small wooden house, fragments of memories from the previous owner of this body began to flood my mind. Faces, voices, and emotions I had never known before were now part of me, filling the gaps of this new existence.
I remembered my new family—*my* family. I had retained the name Nightfall, it seemed, but now there were others connected to it. They weren't just distant figures. I could feel the bond between us, as if their essence was somehow interwoven with mine.
**Rosalia Nightfall**, my mother. Her face was vivid in my mind. Beautiful beyond measure, with long, flowing pink hair and deep pink eyes that seemed to hold both warmth and power. Her voluptuous figure and graceful presence were striking, but more than that, I could sense her power—*Thunderstrike Mastery.* She could summon lightning storms with a thought, and channel electricity to unleash devastating strikes or shield herself with crackling barriers of pure energy. I felt her fierce love and protective nature, but also the raw power she commanded.
Then there were my sisters.
**Liora Nightfall**—slender, athletic, with silver hair styled in playful waves and eyes that gleamed with excitement. I could see her now, agile and swift, her movements graceful and precise. Her mastery of speed and agility made her a blur in combat, and with a bow in her hand, she could hit any target with frightening accuracy. She was vibrant, always moving, always eager for the next challenge.
**Elara Nightfall**, with her sun-kissed skin, her hair tied in a high ponytail with streaks of dark pink, was the embodiment of energy. She could manipulate the elements—fire, water, earth, and air—at will. I saw her calling forth flames one moment, and then calming a storm with a simple gesture the next. But beyond that, she was connected to nature itself, able to communicate with animals and plants, a gift I could feel resonating through me.
**Selene Nightfall**, the silent, deadly one. Her pink hair was perfectly straight, accented by streaks of white and black, her eyes intense, almost hypnotic. I remembered her mastery of combat, her graceful yet brutal movements in swordplay and hand-to-hand fighting. Every motion was calculated, lethal. Her calm exterior belied the fury she could unleash at any moment.
And then there was **Aurora Nightfall**, the youngest, with her playful braids and bright, innocent smile. She radiated warmth, her pink eyes glowing with light. I could see her manipulating light itself, creating dazzling displays of brilliance, but also wielding it as a defense, a means of healing. Her light could mend wounds, calm the mind, and protect those she cared about. She was a beacon of hope, her heart pure, her powers gentle yet formidable.
The memories didn't stop there. My grandmothers—**Eldara Nightfall**, with her platinum blonde hair and imposing figure, and **Hestia Nightfall**, whose long pink hair and emerald eyes commanded respect—loomed large in my thoughts. Eldara, with her mastery of time, could bend moments to her will, while Hestia's control over the elements was unmatched. They were wise, ancient, their knowledge vast and unshakable.
And then there were the aunts: **Nadia** and **Mira Nightfall**. Nadia, with her telekinetic power and captivating emerald eyes, could manipulate the physical world with ease, while Mira's voice could heal and bless the land itself. The power of her song echoed in my mind, soothing and restorative.
This family was unlike anything I had known before. They were powerful, beautiful, and each carried a strength that was unique, yet complementary.