Michael glared at the runes on his hands once again, walking calmly, too calmly—like he was awaiting something... Someone... The runes looked like just a few scars on his hand, if Anne didn't notice it, she would've just shruged it off, but she was sure, it contained something deeper than just a few battle scars.
"Just tell me now, what are those marks." Anne snapped, stopping Michael right where he stood, her eyes glaring, she wasn't just curious this time, she needed to know, to sooth her unending anxiety, to erase the variable of the unknown. Michael wasn't scared of her tone, nor her power, he knew, he was more than important. He glanced at her, scanning her body language, he couldn't hold his laugh, "You are quite naive, thinking you can threaten me." Michael looked at her right in the eyes, manifested his sword and pointed at her face, not scared of the primordial power, he saw, "I know my worth and so do you."
The walked back to the new base, finally Michaels eyes lit up along with the runes on his hands, he stood up, it was like he had waited for this very moment since the day of his birth. Michael couldn't hold back tears, he knelt down, almost as if he was waiting for salvation to come for him, to bring him to another place, a better place. A vile slowly came out of his hand, like it was created from thin air, Michael wasn't just happy, it was an emotion that no one had ever felt before, it couldn't be described.
"Whats in the vile?" Anne looked dumbfounded, taking a peek at the liquid flowing inside, "I've never seen you this happy." She commented, trying to get an answer out of him this time, not that it mattered. "This... This is what I've been waiting all this time for!" Michaels eyes lit up with hope for the first time in forever, "The god of blade... You bastard, you deserved it." Every word confused Anne more and more.
"You beautiful bastard, finally have fallen after all this time." The words strung together in Anne's mind, into an idea of it all, she understood what happened, not why. Michael slowly opened the seal on the vile, the cork burst by itself, a divine aura dispersed from it, covering the room in a godly presence. He stared at the vile before gulping it all.
His veins emmited a glowing blue, it felt like the moon itself was flowing in his blood. His body cracked, then healed, like it was being rebuilt from scratch. He screamed in pain, maybe his decision was a mistake, a mortal body couldn't contain the power of a god, why would a recreation—a mere clone be able to.
Michael passed out, his skin was soft, his muscles were hardened, his body anew. He had succeeded, he had merged with the pure essence of the blade. Time passed by, waiting for no one, minutes turned to hours, hours to days, then months, Anne carried his limp body around the realm, waiting, and waiting, for nothing? No, she can't leave him on the slight chance he might revive, afterall, he knows everything about this realm anyways... Without him, she's nothing.
Finally, she had a realization, his body was recreated, like a god... The only thing missing is the sap of the origin tree. Anne spent countless days wandering, trying to find the tree, after what felt like forever, she had gotten to it, a shimmering glow filled her vision, her eyes widened, in awe, in relief.
She knows the water takes souls, but she still staked it all, knowing if Michael really became a god, all her suffering would disappear. Even if her theory was false, dying now wouldn't be too bad... It's just a win-win, but yet her body couldn't move, her mind was ready, or at least, thats what she thought... Her revenge wasn't done yet, no amount of killing could sooth her wrath, yet that one face, even if she remembers it, even if she hates it, she couldn't bring herself to kill him, even if he killed her daughter.
She fought with her inner self, finally coming to a decision, but then came the problem, how to fill his bloodstream with the sap... Anne took her blade, and cut through his body, the two powers were in conflict. A surge of energy erupted, Michael spit blood, the calm aura of the moon had fought feircly with the chaotic power of wrath that filled Hells' Dancer. After a hard fight, Anne had peirced his body, she took a handful of the sap flowing through the bark of the tree, she felt her soul slip away, she crawled, she was desparate.
Racing against time and Michael's healing all at once, Anne came out victorious, but her life was fading away, everything became blurry, she tried to stay awake, to see Michael's awakening, but it never happened, she closed her eyes, she regretted it, sure, but what could she do, she'd die without Michael anyways...
She opened her eyes, awaiting for a hell even worse, but what she saw wasn't what she expected. Pitch black surrounded her, but she didn't panic, after what happened, she was relieved actually. A white haired boy walked from the abyss, he ommited power, power that couldn't be described, even the suit he was wearing had immense power, his every movement showed authority, his every step echoed through the world.
After a show of power, he finally spoke, "Oh how pathetic, dying for others? How I pity you, in this world, trust and reliance are silent killers. I'll let you live this time, out of pity." The voice didn't match the person standing in front of her, it felt old, wise, as if he had been born before time itself. The child laughed, then grinned, "How forgetful of me, I skipped the introductions, no? Well, doesn't matter now." With a flick of his hand, Anne had awoken back in the same place, Michael was still there, the scenery was the same, it was like time had stopped for a second, waiting for that being.
Michael finally awoke, his body overflowing with power, his movements were fast, precise, not a bit of energy wasted, he felt rejuvenated, looking at Anne, then the tree, he smiled, a true smile for the first time.