A/N: I honestly don't understand how and why this awakening ceremony is taking so long.. so many extras and I honestly believe I can do without them, but somehow I seem to always write them out.. now I have over 15 chapters of awakening?? Damn.. I'll try to wrap it up in the next 5 chaps or less…
Time to speed run this thing…
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Silence…
That's the only sound that could be heard…
Dead silence…
Even a graveyard has never been that silent..
And then..
Thud!!!
A quiet sound..
But in the ensuing silence? Might as well have been thunder going off…
Especially when you realise that the thing making that sound was the lifeless corpse of the young master of clan Ragnar, one of the four great clans in the nothern domain..
Dead…
Neck snapped like a dry twig…
And the culprit?
Dusted his hands, stood back up, gaze forward, and then..
Step. Step. Step.
Kept moving towards his intended targets, unceremoniously walking over Theon's corpse like it wasn't worth a single copper coin..
Expression pensive, hands behind his back, like he didn't just murder someone in broad daylight-nighttime…
"MY SON!!!!!!" An angry bellow mixed with pain and sorrow echoed through the coliseum like shrine..
Baelon Ragnar, seeing his son be killed right in front of him, had his mind go blank..
Struggling with the reality presented before him..
And then, seeing the killer looking so nonchalant about the whole ordeal, lost it..
"MY SON!!!!!!!" He bellowed in pain and rage..
But unfortunately for this sad and heartbroken father…
This particular culprit comes from a particular clan of madmen that don't take threats to their own kindly…
So before he(Baelon) could move a muscle..
He froze..
Instantly…
For he could feel it…
The thick, suffocating, and downright oppressive wave of killing intent that just locked unto him…
The message was clear..
'Move and you die'…
Baelon turned stiffly towards the elevated platform, housing the Wildheart manor..
Not one of them was looking his way, as if his presence wasn't worth the attention..
But he knew, ohh he knew, should he so much as take a single breath wrong, he'd be joining his son in the afterlife..
A grieving father not even allowed to avenge his unfairly murdered child…
Was it fair to deny him his due?
Probably not..
Did the wildhearts care?
Even less so..
It could've been his mother down there and they still wouldn't bat an eye at sending him straight to hell with her if he made a move..
Were they cruel?
Maybe..
Do I love a cruel, no fucks giving clan that's OP as hell?
Fuck yes….
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"Sol, Damon, long time no see" Dindu greeted with a wide smile on his face..
Having absolutely forgotten the earlier farce with Theon..
"Dindu, you're late" Damon said, trying to mask the tremble in his tone…
"Your nervousness is leaking my bro" dindu smirked deviously at Damon's attempt at being cool…
"Dindu" Sol spoke up…
"Hmmm" Dindu's head tilted to the side slightly..
"It's been eighteen years coming, this time, we're no longer going to remain in your shadow, so don't be too smug" Sol said after getting Dindu's attention..
'Tsk, this captain america wannabe' Dindu clicked his tongue internally…
"Ahhhh, Sol, my bro, Hyperion, was it?" Dindu smiled widely…
"It seems a few years away from home has made you forget who I am" his grin grew wider….
Sol and Damon, already well aware of what's coming next, grit their teeth and then..
Boooom!!!!
They felt it deep in their bones…
That soul crushing aura…
That presence that said boldly "YOU ARE BENEATH ME, SO ACT LIKE IT"..
They staggered backwards, cold sweat dampening their backs, but they held firm…
Years on the battlefield has sharpened their minds.. toughened their wills.. they can do this..
At least is what they thought…
Until…
"Know your place!!!" Dindu spoke up with finality…
And then, like the world, the universe, acknowledged his authority and standing above his cousins…
It pressed… the pressure built.. in tempo, in weight, in sheer absurdity, until…
Slam!!!!
Their knees collapsed…
A silence more deafening than when Theon was murdered engulfed the whole arena once more…
Because..
"Bloodless, Bleeding?" One voice whispered in disbelief…
Yep, Damon "bloodless" Wildheart, was bleeding from his orifices…
"Hyperion, on his knees?" Another said, hopes shattering…
The bright sun, eclipsed..
Many hoped, many wished, for this arrogant and conceited cold blooded killer to finally be put in his place for acting like he owned the place…
They were waiting, with anticipation, for Damon and Sol to put this arrogant fool down…
But yet…
"How is this even possible"…
"Sol and Damon, these two monsters, are kneeling?"
"Who… just who.."
"Wait! That's.. Wildheart manor's urufala?'"
And like metal to magnets, all eyes were drawn towards the blood red jewels around Dindu's neck…
"The young manor lord!!"
"That's the elusive young manor lord?!"
"The arrogant and prideful murderer, is the Wildheart young manor lord"
Ssssssssss
Sharp breaths were drawn by everyone…
For it was only now that they truly looked at this young man…
Bringing the two most monstrous prodigies of the nothern domain to their knees with only his presence? What kind of thing is that?…
They were incredulous, and suddenly excited….
Excited to see what happens next…
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"My bro, Sol" Dindu began, looking down at their kneeling forms…
"Do not let your little achievements at the demon battlefield to cloud your judgement, or have you forgotten who I am?" He asked slowly..
And at those words, both Damon and Sol shivered…
For the moment he said those words, one name, one title, one legend, whispered into the back of their heads like a haunting nightmare, a towering mountain impossible to surpass..
THE ONE!!
A name Whispered and spoken of like a myth within the ranks of the demon subjugation army…
"But I like that fire within you, so" he let up, his aura fading away as he walked past them..
"You shall not be made an example of today… you shall be pardoned for not cowering.. now go on.. have your little awakening stunt.."
He said whilst walking away, towards the vip area..
"And yea, don't disappoint me" he waved nonchalantly as he disappeared from view..
Not once did he register the existence of Zion or Conan, relegating them to their roles as true extras….
Which needless to say didn't sit well with them, so to prove their worth…
The moment Dindu left for the vip area…
Zion stepped forward..
He was done waiting…
Done being treated like a second thought..
He would show them…
Show them that he deserved the stage just as much as any of them did…
So with that conviction in his heart..
He moved forward..
Towards awakening…
Towards destiny…
And truly, what a destiny he had….
A/N: sorry Conan, seems you'll be made irrelevant, but worry not, I'll give you some room…
I'll be speeding up a bit now..
Thanks for reading