Chapter-8

George knew something was wrong with their child, other than his strange behavior of always seeming to be in a world of his own, seeming to understand whatever they were speaking, looking at pictures in books as if trying to decipher their meanings, listing closely to whatever they said, hardly ever crying, his abnormal growth, sometimes showing a meaningful expressions beyond his age, all of them were weird but there was something more basic about his child that unnerved him. Sometimes his amber eyes would dim in color as if being shrouded by a miasma and he would join his hands seemingly praying other times he would lie down in uncomfortable positions as if showing his devotion. His wife didnt seem to mind and with her special constitution she couldn't be blamed for it either.

George took a deep breath, and looked at Ethan with eyes filled with determination and a hint of concern.

"Honey, I think our little boy might be a genius, one that appears once in decades if not a century ." his voice a little meek, as if already thinking about the troubles that had yet to come.

Amelia had also felt something that something was different about her child now, he seemed to almost glow and seemed healthier than before.

"That's fantastic" She smiled. They both looked at Ethan as if he was a treasure.

Ethan was overwhelmed he had been alone for far too long and had been thinking that he was always alone.

'I dont deserve such love, I am just be a parasite who had taken over your son's body'

Ethan lowered his head, his newly grown teeth clattering, he wanted to cry but knew that doing so would only make his 'parents' worry and make him feel worse. As a turbulent and malevolent 'will' was starting to take root in his heart he heard a system notification.

<A prerecorded message from God- "First of all whatever you are thinking is wrong, I dont remember what was the exact reason that triggers this msg but know that you are wrong, and last of all whatever you are thinking is wrong, damn what was the reason again, I remember it had something to do with the fact that all souls are promised birth and no soul can take over a body not made for it, aah dang it, peace out.">

Ethan felt something in his heart lighten and before he knew it, tears had started streaming down his cheeks.

His mother saw him trembling.

"Everything is alright my dear,there is nothing to be scared of, mommy is right here" She said rubbing his back while cuddling him.

Ethan cried, while trying his best not to, but his tears kept flowing, he tired to holding his breath to not let his voice escape, but his emotions just overflowed.

***

Ethan was sleeping peacefully in Amelia's arms.

"George, we need to talk." said she, her usual kind smile was replaced by unprecedented seriousness.

George was preparing himself, he was always in doubt whether to tell his wife or not, worrying was not good for health. But before he could say anything.

"Was it truly nen that you sensed from him ?"

George flinched, he knew that hiding things now would just worry her more.

"Yes, but this is the first time I have sensed a nen so dense yet so weak"

"You know sometimes I get chills when I see my son" She said "He gives me a feeling similar to the one that I felt 'that' time "

George paled, this was part of the reason why he didnt want to tell her. He had felt it too.

George still remembered vividly, the day that his wife had lost half her family and he almost his life.

***

8 Years ago

George was in the Harlequeen estate, he was tense, very tense. He had come here to talk with the head of the Harlequeen Family, Jack Harlequeen, to ask for his Great-granddaughter's hand. He was sweating buckets and his legs were shaking when he felt someone hit him on his back lightly.

"Dont be so tense" laughed Jacob Harlequeen, Amelia's Grand-father. "You even showed such vigor and proved yourself a great groom for my Amelia, now go win the last person you need to approve of this marriage"

Though his words put some confident in George, Jacob's very existence had given him a fright. The old man was a demon in disguise of human clothing, just recalling the horrors he had put him through sent a shiver down his spine.

Jacob opened the door to see an old-man whose skin was sagging a little and calling him 'old' was an understatement.

"So you are that brat from Greenwood ?" Jack said with his eyes still closed. "Your grandfather was a really interesting guy"

George didnt knew much about his grandfather, more like he hardly knew anything about his family at all. The only one he knew was alive had gone missing.

"What kind of man was he ?" George asked.

"A low-life bastard who liked to ogle at women"

George wished he hadnt asked.

He was going to say something which would probably had made things worse, but he felt something, something very malevolent which froze him.

"Hoho, uninvited guests I see ?" Jack said to a dark corner of the room from where two figures emerged.

"Yo Jack, I came to kill you and introduce my grandson to you, here his name is Silva a beauty isn't he ?" Smiled Vahan Zoldyck, his purple eyes gleaming with malice while the young man besides him glanced at Geroge before looking away with disinterest.

"Hoho, looks like he has good fortune to take his looks from his Grandmother, or else he would have end up looking like a pile of crap like you" Mocked Jack, while releasing an astronomical amount of pressure.

George flinched as the two stared at each other.

"Silva, watch, he is one of the few that came back alive from the dark continent like your uncle." Said Vahan "As a courtesy of our friendship lets fight one on one"

"Yes, old friend. George watch, and if I die, I leave Amelia to you." said Jack with just a tinge of sadness as he faced one of the last of his friends who were still alive, and he was sure that the no. would reduce by another.