Chapter 20: Finding nothing
Chapter 20: Finding nothing
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"So because of my divine blood, and demi-god blood, vile creatures are innately scared of me?" I summarized what Mr Nakamura had just told me.
"That is correct." He said, as he opened another scroll.
History was the last lesson today, and right now Mr Nakamura and I were the only ones inside of the classroom.
"Protectors of the supernatural also want to worship me, since I am a holy being."
"I wouldn't say all protectors." Mr Nakamura mentioned. "The Oni for example. They don't really care. However, some of the supernaturals, yes, they would want to treat you as a lord."
"Now." He said, as he showed me the scroll he just opened.
Inside of that, I saw an empty throne, with 4 different species guarding the throne.
One was an ox. The mythical and majestic ox guarding the right side of the throne, its powerful presence exuding a sense of authority and awe. With a massive stature and broad, muscular shoulders, the ox stands tall, its coat gleaming in the light with a sheen of regal majesty. Its eyes, deep and intense, radiate a sense of vigilance and determination, as if it is ever watchful, guarding the throne and all who sit upon it with fierce loyalty and unwavering dedication. Its horns, long and sharp, curve upwards like a crown, adding to its grandeur and magnificence. This ox embodies strength, power, and a steadfast commitment to protect and serve.
One was a Lion. The mythical and majestic lion guarding the left side of the throne, its magnificent presence commanding respect and admiration. With a proud and regal bearing, the lion stands tall, its thick mane framing its face like a fiery crown. Its eyes, piercing and wise, seem to know all the secrets of the kingdom. Its golden coat shimmers in the light, exuding a sense of power and grace. The lion's muscles ripple with strength and agility, ready to pounce at a moment's notice to defend the throne and its occupants. Its roar, deep and thunderous, is enough to make even the bravest of warriors tremble in fear. This lion is the embodiment of courage, majesty, and authority, a true symbol of the power and might of the throne.
One was an eagle. The mythical and majestic eagle guarding the back side of the throne, its imposing presence a symbol of freedom and sovereignty. With a wingspan that seems to stretch across the entire kingdom, the eagle perched high above the throne, its piercing gaze sweeping across the land. Its feathers, a symphony of browns and golds, shimmer in the sunlight, as if each one is infused with a magical power. The eagle's talons, sharp and deadly, are ready to swoop down upon any who threaten the throne. Its screech echoes through the mountains, a warning to all who dare to oppose the might of the kingdom. This eagle represents strength, power, and a fierce determination to defend the throne and the kingdom it represents.
One was a man. The mythical and majestic man standing at the front of the throne, his golden wings adding to his imposing presence. With a regal bearing and an aura of power, the man stands tall, his wings outstretched in a display of strength and majesty. His eyes, sharp and penetrating, seem to hold a deep wisdom that transcends mortal knowledge. He is dressed in ornate robes, adorned with symbols of royalty and divinity. His voice, deep and commanding, carries across the chamber with the weight of authority. This man is the embodiment of strength, wisdom, and a noble spirit, a true symbol of the power and might of the throne.
Mr Nakamura then pointed to the man at the front of the throne and said, "This is the human Cherubim." He then continued, "And this text says that a Human Cherubim has a winged form. That means you can transform."
I nodded at that, most supernaturals could transform so I was not really surprised.
"Are there any texts about weaknesses of a Cherubim?"
"There are." Mr Nakamura said as he pulled up a small book. "Mainly, it says that God is their main weakness. You cannot reject an order from God. It is in your instinct to follow. No matter how stupid. But according to these texts God has not sent an order since the dawn of the supernatural times, so the Cherubim had basically ruled the world at one point due to their supernatural power."
He then brought out a picture from his phone, showing me a painting, which seemed to be inside of the Nakaura basement.
"This painting I couldn't bring is of a Human Cherubim. Can you recognise the 2 beings at its feet?" He asked, as I looked at the feet of the Cherubim to see 2 pairs of glowing, bright red eyes.
"Alphas."
"That's right. Packs of werewolves were once slaves to the Cherubim. They believed a way to conquer gods' trails was to simply enslave all wolves. After thousands of years, it became an instinct for wolves to hate Cherubims."
"That's one way of looking at it." I said, as I took his phone to look at it.
"Now, Banshees." He said, but I asked him one more question first.
"Wait. How did they enslave the wolves?" I asked him, passing his phone back to him.
"Well, most Cherubim have different types of power. When this photo was painted, I believe the Human Cherubim had Blood control, so he just forced the Alphas to submit. The one before that had Gravity control. Mostly only the Human Cherubim get an extremely strong gift from God. The remaining 3 types gain extreme physical advantage, and a minor ability, like being immune to heat." He explained.
I nodded at his explanation. Animals gain physical strengths and human get mage like abilities. Well that was the gist of it.
"Banshees."
Then, he passed me a scroll that seemed to be written in Gaelic.
[tha thu gòrach airson seo eadar-theangachadh agus faighinn a-mach dè a tha sgrìobhte am broinn F.F.. Dèan suathadh air feur agus bi beatha agad.]
I deadpanned at him, since I didn't understand a word.
"Basically, it mentions that Banshees can be considered as Bonds for Cherubims. So when Lydia tries to get extremely close to you…"
"She's trying to become my bond?" I asked, slightly surprised.
"Yes but there are conditions for a bond to be formed, specifically for a Banshee bond pact. I couldn't find everything so I will have to ask my contacts in New York, but if I am not wrong a
Cherubim can only have 1 Banshee bond. Until then you are a magnet to all Banshees around you. Anyways, have you been avoiding Lydia like I told you to?"
Well shit… I cannot let Merrideth see me. I never liked her, she always gave me the creeps.
As I was leaving the room, Mr Nakamura called out to me to tell me 1 more very important thing…something that I didn't realize how crucial it was since apparently it has never happened before.
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(POV Mr Krensimniac)
"This is simply monstrous." I couldn't help but think, as I saw the kid in front of me continue to lightly tap the sandbag.
I say lightly tap, but each of his hits caused the bag to see a massive dent which quickly filled back in.
If that hit anyone they would fall down immediately…but it's only because of the steroids.
It was physically impossible for anyone to be able to put on such an insane amount of muscle in a short period of time and be perfectly fine.
As his phone kept buzzing, the kid eventually went to go and see the fuss, and as he did, I changed the bag which was about to break.
However the minute he came back, he stood in the posture I taught him to, putting his fists in front of his head, and turning his waist and hitting the bag.
"BOOM!" An explosion resounded in the training room as the bag broke.
I couldn't help but walk over to see what was on his phone to piss him off so much, so that's what I did, as he called someone to clean up and took a hold of 10kg dumbbells to very casually begin shadow boxing.
When I saw his text that said,
[Donna: You missed your therapy session today, why?]
I couldn't help but wonder if I gave a kid with anger management a chance to box.
"BOOM!" I heard another muffled sound, to see him punch a concrete wall and the wall shake.
Scratch that, a kid with anger management has the chance to kill others.
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(3rd POV)
"Found something?" Allison Argent asked her father, Chris as they both tried to print copies of the bestiary and look for clues inside of it.
"These things are over 10,000 pages long, there's no way I can find something so easily." Chris said, as he looked through some pages.
"I thought it was only 1,000?" Allison asked.
"That's because you didn't find the full version yet. No way a record of every single supernatural creature in the world is only 1,000 pages Allison. In your copy, more than 200 Pages are about werewolf legends." Chris explained as he tried to find keywords inside the soft copies of the bestiary.
"Isn't it kind of dumb that you don't give your daughter information that can save her life?" Allison question.
"The idea was Allison, that you would come to me if you didn't know anything." Chris explained searching further and still finding nothing.
Sure he knew Latin, but eventually in some parts of this ancient book the languages jumbled around together to things his family never transcribed.
But then, he found something in a Banshee subsection.
"Allison I might have something." He called out to his daughter.
When she walked over, they both translated it and read it together.
[If a Banshee is irrationally attracted to something, it usually is the foretelling of death. However there is an off chance that a Banshee is attracted to an Apostle of absolute purity. Something that foresees all worlds and protects all existence.]
"So what, Augustine is someone powerful enough to protect 'all existence?'" Allison asked her father.
"No. It means he's the apostle, a sort of representative of such a being." He said as he tried to search for the key word of the apostle in his hard and soft copies finding nothing.
"A find is a find, I'll tell Scott."