The Heavens System Subsidiary (I Was Chosen By The Word)

Power Of [The Word]

Vincent could feel the darkness creeping up his body, slow and relentless, like a thick mudslide that refused to stop. It started at his hands and feet, and then gradually corroded his entire being until he was consumed by it. The young noble watched in horror as Vincent’s eyes lost all emotion, becoming nothing more than hollow, lifeless orbs.

But that wasn’t the worst of it. What truly terrified him was the sight of the thousands of dark beasts that stood behind Vincent, their eyes glowing with malevolence as they snarled in anticipation. The young noble couldn’t believe what he was seeing. It was common knowledge that dark beasts were impossible to tame unless one possessed a special skill. So how was Vincent able to command them so effortlessly?

Suddenly, Vincent opened his mouth and spoke, his voice low and guttural. The young noble strained to hear his words, but they were in a language he didn’t recognize. It was gibberish, but somehow, Vincent’s command was understood by the beasts. They started to move forward, inching closer and closer to the young noble, who was now trembling with fear.

As Vincent continued to speak in his strange language, the young noble could feel a damp spot forming between his legs. He wanted to run, but his feet refused to move. The dark beasts were now just a few feet away from him, their snarls growing louder and more menacing.

Vincent’s voice grew even more ominous as he spoke in a series of disjointed phrases, the meaning of which was lost on the young noble. But he could tell that something terrible was about to happen. He could feel the energy in the air shift as if the very fabric of reality was about to be torn apart.

Vincent strode forward, his tall frame casting a foreboding shadow over the young noble. The dark beasts, vicious creatures with razor-sharp teeth and glowing red eyes encircled them like a pack of hungry wolves. The noble's heart pounded in his chest as he trembled in fear, his eyes darting frantically from Vincent to the beasts and back again.

Vincent tilted his head, his lips curling into a cruel smile at the sight of his prey's terror. "Ahhh...Vi-Vincent," the noble stammered, his voice quivering with fear.

Vincent's laughter echoed through the clearing, sending shivers down the noble's spine. "What should I do to you?" he asked, drawing out each word with deliberate menace.

As he spoke, the sky above them rumbled ominously, as though the very heavens were warning of the danger that approached. Vincent's eyes glowed with a fierce intensity as he unleashed waves of mana and ether, powerful energies that seemed to defy the laws of nature.

The noble recoiled in terror, more frightened than he had ever been in his life. He had faced dark beasts before, narrowly escaped assassination attempts, and even committed unspeakable acts in secret, but none of it had prepared him for this. Vincent's power was unlike anything he had ever seen before, and the noble knew in his bones that it would bring about a fate worse than death.

Desperately, the noble begged for mercy, but Vincent only laughed cruelly. "Mercy?" he said, his voice dripping with disdain. "I don't have any to give."

With a flick of his wrist, Vincent unleashed a spell of immense power. "Erase" he intoned, and the noble was consumed by a blue light that dissolved him into nothingness.

Days later, when the other clans ventured south to investigate, they found only empty lands where the Fenrir Clan had once thrived. Every trace of the clan had been erased, from memories and history books to legends and existence itself. Only the Principalities in the Deus Realm, beings of immense strength, knew of the clan's fate.

Vincent turned to the dark beasts, his eyes gleaming with an otherworldly hunger. "You have served your purpose, You will now supplement me. [Devour]" he said, and with a single command, he consumed 70% of them, drawing their essence into his being.

After absorbing the Essence, Vincent's body began to change in a way that left him feeling uneasy. Small white dots started to emerge on his dark skin, and he could feel a power rising within him that he had never felt before.

"He's about to wake up," [He] said.

Then his attention focused on his mother. She lay on the ground, beaten, broken. He didn't want her to suffer any longer.

"[Heal]," he whispered, and as if by magic, all of her injuries vanished.

"He wishes to bring you with him," [He] continued.

"But I do not agree. With where he'll... We'll go in the future, you'd only be in danger greater than your capability."

Vincent's mother remained silent, What she had just witnessed left her stunned.

"[Redefine]," Vincent commanded, and his mother's memories began to change. When it was done, reality itself was changed to confirm her new life.

No longer was she a slave.

Now, she was the only daughter of a long-forgotten noble of the Lion clan who later became the wife of the second heir to the clan. She lived a happy and fulfilled life with her caring husband and household.

Vincent watched as his mother levitated into the air and vanished from the forest, reappearing in her new house on a bed. He turned his attention back to himself, the white dots on his body expanding further, repelling the darkness.

"Lastly," [He] said, his voice filled with determination. "[Purify]."

With the last of its energy sapped, the darkness around Vincent disappeared into nothingness. He then fell onto the ground, alone and lifeless, with one thing on his mind.

'What... happened'

He passed out, his body undergoing a transformation that he could not comprehend. His skin began to fall, as a permanent piece of his ether was taken from the absorption of the Dark Beasts. It convulsed and compressed behind him to take the shape of a tail.

This kept going until four tails manifested behind him, but did not go any further, however, that didn't stop the absorption.

//// In the Deus Realm ////

In a mystical forest, filled with life unseen and nature undocumented lived the progenitor of the fox clan, Cadmean Vixen.

Cadmean Vixen's features were striking, with high cheekbones, full lips, and piercing green eyes that seemed to see into the very soul of the traveler. Her long, auburn hair fell in soft waves around her face, framing it in a way that seemed almost too perfect to be real.

But it was her tails that truly set her apart. There were ten of them, each one a mesmerizing shade of deep red that seemed to glow in the dappled sunlight that filtered through the trees. The tails moved with a grace and fluidity that was almost hypnotic.

Despite the otherworldly nature of her appearance, there was an unmistakable sexiness to her. She had a certain confidence and power that was both alluring and intimidating.

Her ears rustled as she sensed someone of her blood trying to break through. She focused her sight through the endless space between them onto her target, Vincent.

"Hm, for him to break through this fast at such a young age. Either he is a one-in-a-million talent or he received help from someone else," she mused.

"Either way, if he continues to absorb this much ether, he'll implode."

Cadmean Vixen then decided to help him. "Mmh. I might as well show him some favor. Who knows? He may be the one to revive the Cadmean name."

"Still, won't it be too dangerous to give this gift to this little one?" she wondered.

She then shrugged, "As long as he brings power to the fox clan. I don't care."

The primordial fox extended her fingers out, and six drops of her blood fell from her spores toward Vincent. Along with it was a sliver of her experience with illusion as a side gift.

Vincent subconsciously absorbed it, and with its help, the tails behind him increased to nine. And he soon rested into the darkness of slumber.

//// The next day. ////

Vincent awoke to the sun's rays piercing through a window, landing on his eyes. Groggily, he stood up from the bed he found himself in, trying to adjust to the brightness. Looking around, he realized he was in an unfamiliar place.

On alert, Vincent slowly exited the room into the open outdoors

Vincent inhaled deeply, savoring the earthy aroma of the forest as he caught a hint of something else. He furrowed his brows in confusion, his mind racing with questions. How was he able to smell so distinctly? What was happening to him?

Despite his unease, Vincent felt an inexplicable pull toward the source of the scent. He strode deeper into the forest, the rustling leaves beneath his feet the only sound piercing the eerie silence.

As he followed the trail, Vincent's heart raced with fear and anticipation. His senses heightened, and he became acutely aware of every little detail - the way the leaves rustled in the wind, the crackling of twigs underfoot, and the chorus of chirping crickets in the distance.

Finally, he stumbled upon a clearing where a raging bonfire burned fiercely, casting eerie shadows across the trees. A figure sat hunched over the flames, shrouded in darkness.

As Vincent approached, he felt a chill run down his spine. There was something about the figure that made him uneasy, a feeling of familiarity that he couldn't quite place. He took a step forward, squinting through the flickering flames.

"It seems that you are finally awake," the figure spoke, turning to face him. Vincent's eyes widened in recognition as he saw the person's face, but he couldn't quite remember where he had seen him before.

"I think it's better if you keep those things away," the figure said, pointing behind Vincent. A sense of dread washed over him as he slowly turned around.

Nine tails, each one flickering with menacing energy, waved menacingly behind him. Vincent's breath caught in his throat, his mind struggling to comprehend what he was seeing.

"What the hell is going on?" he muttered, his voice shaking with fear.

//// Authors Note ////

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