After Vincent had drifted into slumber, he found himself immersed in a realm of darkness—a lucid dream, he presumed. He questioned whether this was the typical landscape of a lucid dream, but his musings were interrupted by a sudden presence he could sense. Someone else had entered his dream. Curiosity piqued, Vincent turned around, only to be astounded by the sight before him—his mother stood there, adorned with two pairs of exquisite white dove wings.
Confusion flooded Vincent's mind as he grappled with conflicting thoughts. "No, this must be a figment of my imagination," he reasoned, attributing her presence to his own conjuring. Yet, he couldn't dismiss the lingering words of Azrael about his mother's ascension as an angel. Doubt and perplexity swirled within him, prompting him to approach the situation cautiously."Son," his mother called out, her voice brimming with love. "My dear Cadmean, come here." Despite the lingering doubt of whether this was real or a mere figment of his dreaming mind, Vincent couldn't resist the pull of his mother's embrace. The sensations felt just as tangible as before—the warmth of her hug, the gentle caress of her hand on his head. In that moment, all the tumultuous events that had befallen him seemed insignificant. He released all the pent-up emotions he had harbored since the day his mother fell into a coma—pain, helplessness, anger, and the sheer joy of seeing her well. In her embrace, he found solace and a momentary respite from the trials he had endured.Dominion Cadmean, too, enveloped in the embrace, shed tears in unison with her son. After all these years of separation, the reunion with her child stirred a bittersweet ache within her. "My child, you must have faced immense challenges," she expressed, her voice filled with empathy, as she held him tightly.Vincent remained silent, still uncertain of the authenticity of the moment. After several minutes of embracing and shedding tears together, he reluctantly released his mother and locked eyes with her, his own eyes reflecting sadness and confusion. Summoning the courage, he finally mustered the words, "Are you real?"As an angel, Dominion Cadmean possessed a sensitivity to the empathetic waves of emotions emanating from her child, and she couldn't help but share in his melancholy. With a mixture of sadness and affection, she replied, "I am real, my child. I took a temporary leave from heaven to see you." Vincent nodded, reassured, and embraced her once more.In that fleeting moment, he wished time could stand still, allowing him to bask in the warmth of his mother's love indefinitely. Yet, reality often proved to be a disappointing companion. Just as the system warned about the approaching time limit, Vincent was about to voice his protest, but his mother interrupted him, expressing her gratitude for the opportunity and promising to conclude their meeting soon.Feeling the urgency of the situation, Dominion Cadmean explained, "My child, I do not belong here. I have fulfilled my purpose and destiny, and now it is time for me to return to my rightful place. But before I depart, let me bestow upon you a gift." Placing her hand gently on his head, she murmured words under her breath, causing her hand to glow momentarily before settling back to normal.Perplexed, Vincent was about to inquire further, but he was abruptly overwhelmed by a surge of information flooding his mind, causing him momentary distress. His mother clarified, "Your mental space has not yet fully unlocked, my child. That is why you experience such pain. However, take this." She channeled more energy into her hand, which emitted an even brighter light before touching the ground.The radiance spread throughout the once murky expanse, transforming it into a serene landscape—a picturesque blend of an ocean on one side, mountains on the other, and a path leading into the unknown. It was a mental haven of tranquility. "This is the best I can do for now, my child. The rest shall be up to you," his mother revealed.With time slipping away, Dominion Cadmean swiftly slit her wrist with a delicate nail. The blood that trickled forth molded itself into a seed. Summoning a bowl of blood from her pocket space, she placed the seed within it. As the seed absorbed the crimson fluid, it bloomed into a vibrant shade of red. In a trance-like state,Vincent received the implantation of the seed, and his mother slipped a ring onto his finger.In that moment, his senses returned, and he disregarded the ongoing influx of information, focusing solely on his mother. But before he could utter a word, the system intervened, stating that their encounter had reached its limit and was about to eject him.Clasping him tightly in her arms, Vincent's mother whispered, "My son, of whom I am immensely proud. I know you will achieve greatness wherever you go. Although our time together is fleeting, please remember that I will be with you every step of your journey. So, grow stronger and reach for the heavens, where we shall reunite. But beyond that, strive even higher and become the one who stands at the pinnacle.""You will be extraordinary, Vincent, and this time, I shall bear witness to your every endeavor," she assured him. Filled with determination, Vincent replied, "Yes, Mother, I will give it my all." Dominion Cadmean smiled in response, and then the system ejected her from the astral realm. Though her absence left an ache in Vincent's heart, he knew it wasn't a permanent farewell.Deciding to depart from the space as well, Vincent called out to the system, his voice laced with uncertainty, "System?" It promptly responded, "Yes, Vincent." Seeking reassurance, he inquired, "You are on my side, aren't you?" The system confirmed resolutely, "Yes, I am, now and forever. I will stand by your side. All that I do is for your well-being." Muttering to himself, Vincent whispered, "For my own good."Vincent refrained from further comments and requested the system to lull him back into slumber. Meanwhile, in the realm of heaven, Vincent's mother awakened after being expelled by the system. She discovered Gabriel cooking in her celestial kitchen, though angels had no need for sustenance—it was more of a pleasurable experience than a necessity. Sensing her reawakening, Gabriel approached her and enveloped her in a tender embrace. Dominion Cadmean clung to Gabriel, tears of newfound relief streaming down her face."It's alright, Ariel. Everything will be just fine. Nothing will harm him," she comforted Gabriel. Ariel continued to weep in Gabriel's embrace, lamenting that she had missed witnessing her son's growth.As Vincent awoke, feeling groggy, sluggish, and somehow transformed, he refreshed himself with a cold shower before settling on his bed to delve into the contents bestowed upon him by his mother. As he perused the information, shock and disbelief coursed through his veins.As Vincent stumbled upon the astonishing revelation, his eyes widened in disbelief. The location of The Heavenly Manuals of Elohim was unveiled before him, and it sent shockwaves through his entire being. However, he wasn't the only one taken aback by this discovery. The system itself seemed shocked, though for an entirely different reason. In the depths of its digital consciousness, the system whispered to itself, [Gabriel]. The Heavenly Manuals of Elohim were known to be the very first gift bestowed upon humanity by God. These sacred manuals held within them the profound knowledge of [Dominion]. Dominion Over the Sky, Dominion Over the Earth, and Dominion Over The Beasts. They were originally granted to the first man, Adam. But an unfortunate twist of fate had led to the loss of these invaluable manuals, as they were lost in the sands of time. However, the information before Vincent continued to unravel. There was one more dominion recorded within the Heave
[Vincent!] a voice boomed in his head, reverberating with an urgency that sent shivers down his spine. "Huh?" he stammered, his voice barely a whisper. [Finally] the digital voice seemed to take on a tone of triumph. "Wait, what happened?" he asked [The weight of your mother's legacy, the fortune she left behind left you stunned.] "Oh yeah, I remember" Vincent's voice cracked with incredulity. [Yes, I thought you had died.] "Well, if I had to go, dying as the richest person wouldn't be so bad," he quipped, his words laced with a hint of dark humor. The voice recoiled, a note of concern seeping into its tone. "[Please tell me you're joking]" Vincent's laughter filled the room, a brief respite from the gravity of the situation. "Of course, I am," he reassured, a newfound sense of purpose infusing his words. "I can't die just yet." With newfound determination, Vincent turned his attention to the mysterious objects that lay before him. As he reached into the depths of the storag
Vincent's mind raced as he realized the implications of the note he held in his hands. The words seemed to come alive, dancing before his eyes with an ethereal glow. The ink seemed to whisper secrets only he could understand, an echo of his mother's voice. He couldn't help but wonder if she was still with him, somehow reaching out from beyond. A shiver ran down his spine as he remembered what he had forgotten. It was as if the universe itself had whispered a reminder in his ear. "Shit, I forgot about that," he muttered under his breath. How could he have overlooked the fact that his thoughts were not his alone? There was someone, or something, listening, delving into the recesses of his mind. Intrigued and slightly apprehensive, Vincent contemplated the question that echoed in his thoughts. "Should I open the Akashic?" The words hung in the air, pregnant with possibilities. The Akashic, the ancient repository of all knowledge and secrets, beckoned to him, promising answers to questi
Vincent's hands trembled as he gingerly held the note, his eyes scanning its words with utmost care. The letter revealed a secret realm of knowledge that awaited him beyond the gate of understanding. [Dear son, If you are reading this note, it means you have entered the gateway of knowledge and now reside in the realm of your thoughts. This place, known as the "Eidetic Library of Knowing," is not a mere artifact but a powerful enchantment of extraordinary magnitude. Within the confines of the Eidetic Library, every sight you behold will be eternally imprinted within the pages of its books, even if it is but a fleeting glimpse. Furthermore, this mystical haven grants you the ability to organize and retrieve any stored information at your command. Consider this my final gift to you... I apologize for my departure, and for not finding you sooner. I yearn to be by your side, to embrace you, and make up for lost time. Alas, it is beyond
/////Dawn of The Next Day///// The sun rose, casting its warm glow over the room where Vincent had slumbered, nude and oblivious, for an entire day. Suddenly, a subtle stirring roused him from his deep sleep, and he gradually emerged from his dreamscape, rising from the floor to embark upon his daily routine. After a refreshing, invigorating bath, Vincent settled onto the bed, releasing a long breath that dispelled the last remnants of grogginess. His eyes sparkled with newfound clarity as he finally noticed the cracks etched into the room's walls, floor, and ceiling, as well as the shattered furniture. "What in the...?" An abrupt pang pierced his head, truncating his sentence and causing him to clutch his temples in agony. "Aargh!" Yet, within the searing pain, memories flooded his mind like a vividly playing movie. After a few minutes, the torment subsided, leaving behind phantom twinges and a surge of recollection. "What the hell happened to the room?" Vincent demanded, his vo
/////In Heaven/////A majestic being gazed out towards the stars, both inner and outer, which held sectors within them. The entity had no distinctive features to suggest its gender; it was simply whiteness in the shape of a human.Suddenly, the door to the room opened, and two other majestic entities walked in. The first entity was a handsome male, tall and slender, with soft-brown eyes and medium-length, wavy, black hair, let down without anything tying it back. At the back of this being were six pairs of black wings, and he could be described as a piece of perfection. The other being was also a man, tall and fair-skinned, with sunken hazel eyes and short blond hair in a normal curl. He had six pairs of white wings at his back.The two men bowed to the entity clouded in light, saying, “Father,” as they did so.The being surrounded by light looked at them and spoke with a grave tone, “It’s time.”
////Third Person POV ////Vincent awoke to a searing pain coursing through his body. Everywhere was dark, and he couldn’t tell where he was. Panic set in as he realized he couldn’t open his eyes. “Have I been kidnapped?” he thought, his anxiety rising. “Am I blindfolded?”Desperate for answers, Vincent called out, “Hello! Is anyone there?”Only silence met his cries, until a voice spoke up, sounding almost lazy. “Calm down,” it said.Confused, Vincent asked, “Who are you? What do you want with me?”“To open your eyes, just will them open,” the voice said.Vincent didn’t understand. “What do you mean?”The voice didn’t answer, and Vincent was left to his thoughts. “No reply, huh? Will them open, right?” he muttered to himself, before concentrating on opening his eyes.With a sudden burst of effort, Vincent managed to force his eyes op
///17 Years Later/// It has been 17 years since my reincarnation, but I do not believe that man’s prayer helped me. I was born as the son of a widowed slave and currently work for the Fenrir Family, a family of Wolf Demi-humans who are descendants of Fenrir, or so they claim. “I recently regained my memories about six months ago,” I thought to myself, still sifting through my memories. “I am a fox demi-human, 16 years old according to my birthline, but I appear to be around 18 or so.” My father was earth-bound, while my mother was from the Migás Realm. I am unsure of how they met, but what I do know is that after my father passed away, my mother was captured and sold into slavery. She was later bought by the Fenrir Family, while I was still unborn. “Mother has been in slavery for 16 years. Why must my moms always suffer?” I thought, feeling sad and powerless in my current situation as I clenched