Dervin stood as the very manifestation of unparalleled allure—an embodiment of raw dominance and divine majesty. His presence was overwhelming, exuding an aura that commanded both reverence and submission.
Atop his head, magnificent dragon horns curved with regal perfection, a testament to his newfound power. Behind him, imposing demon wings unfurled, dark and majestic, their every movement exuding authority.
His once obsidian eyes had transformed, now a striking shade of sky blue, gleaming with the brilliance of molten gold—radiant, captivating, and utterly mesmerizing.
Emily smirked, relishing the moment—Dervin and Aisha were finally bound to fulfill their part of the deal.
Yet, while the two sisters anticipated the completion of their agreement, Dervin's attention was elsewhere. His sky-blue eyes, gleaming with golden brilliance, no longer perceived the world as they once had.
The very air shimmered with streams of magical lines, an intricate web flowing unseen to ordinary eyes. These luminous threads wove through the atmosphere, connecting to forces he couldn't yet name.
He yearned to reach out, to experiment, but restraint held him back. Now was not the time. Such power required careful study—preferably in solitude, surrounded only by his devoted maids.
His lips parted, his curiosity pushing through the moment's distractions.
"What race am I?" His gaze, sharp and demanding, fell upon Aisha.
The emerald-haired goddess studied him for a brief moment before answering with certainty.
"If I'm not mistaken, you are of the Daedric race," she stated. "A race infamous for its excessive dominance. Which… makes sense, considering how you delight in seeing others kneel before you."
Her words carried a familiarity, as though she had known him intimately for far longer than their time together.
Before Dervin could respond, Emily's voice cut through the air, her tone dripping with satisfaction.
"Dervin. Aisha." Her fangs, gleaming and eager, peeked from beneath her smirk. "I've upheld my end of the bargain. Now, it's time to uphold yours."
Without hesitation, Aisha exposed the smooth expanse of her neck. Her silence spoke volumes—there was no resistance, no protest. Yet, even as she surrendered to the agreement, an unmistakable sorrow lingered in her emerald eyes.
Emily, unaffected by her sister's sadness, wasted no time. With a swift, predatory motion, her fangs sank deep into Aisha's delicate flesh.
A gasp, almost a moan, escaped Aisha's lips as her lifeblood was drawn.
Dervin's perception shifted.
The magical streams around him pulsed—alive, writhing, responding. The ethereal lines that had once danced freely now coiled around the two goddesses, linking them in a way that felt strangely… incomplete.
And then, he saw it.
Two distinct lines flowed from their chests—directly from their hearts. They stretched toward each other, hesitating, almost yearning to connect, yet failing to do so on their own.
Instinct took over.
Dervin's hand shot forward, grasping the intangible threads. He didn't think—he simply acted, as though some deeper part of him understood the significance of what he was about to do.
With a single motion, he redirected 87 their struggling connection, intertwining it with one of the radiant streams flowing from his own heart.
A sharp intake of breath.
Emily's midnight violet eyes widened in shock, an unfamiliar sensation crashing into her like an unrelenting wave.
Aisha, still reeling from the blood exchange, felt it too—something foreign yet oddly familiar surging through her core.
Emily abruptly retracted her fangs, her expression twisted with disbelief. Her gaze snapped to Dervin, realization dawning upon her far quicker than her sister.
Rage ignited in her violet eyes.
Her face, normally composed and arrogant, flushed red—not with embarrassment, but fury.
What had just happened… was something she never imagined she would fall victim to.
And Dervin, standing before her, exuding an aura of effortless dominance, had tinkered with something that is dangerous.
Unknowingly, Dervin had tampered with Emily's fate—and she felt it.
A flicker of movement, and in an instant, she vanished. The next moment, she reappeared beside him, her fingers tightening around his throat with the intent to strangle him.
She wanted to crush him.
To reclaim what had been altered.
Yet, the moment her grip should have constricted, an unseen force wrenched her back. Her body trembled, her arms locked in place, unable to exert pressure.
Dervin—despite the situation—did not flinch.
There was no fear in his gaze. No hesitation.
Only fury.
His sky-blue eyes blazed, their golden undertones intensifying. The very air around him crackled as a sudden heat erupted from his body. His upper garments incinerated in a silent burst of energy, reduced to nothing but ash drifting in the space between them.
And then, they saw it.
Etched across his bare skin, brilliant streams of blue light pulsed and shifted, weaving an intricate tapestry of glowing lines. They were not mere markings but something far greater—symbols of power, lines eerily similar to the ones Dervin had seen flowing through the atmosphere.
Emily barely had time to react before a similar pattern ignited upon her neck.
Agony ripped through her.
A scream tore from her lips, raw and unrestrained, as unbearable pain coursed through her very being. She staggered, her fingers jerking away from Dervin's throat as though burned by an unseen fire.
Aisha gasped, her emerald eyes widening.
It wasn't Emily's torment that shocked her—it was the markings.
She recognized them.
They were sigils of absolute power.
Engravings only known to the most ancient and formidable Deities—those who wielded the essence of magic itself.
Dervin's very existence had been rewritten by something beyond mere ascension.
Though Dervin's newfound power placed him within the lineage of the Gods of Magic, that title alone was far from definitive.
The path of a Deity of Magic was vast and intricate, shaped not merely by raw potential but by the essence of one's innate abilities. It was this essence that dictated a god's nature—their true identity.
For instance, if his power gravitated toward the elements, he would be classified as an Elemental God—a rare and formidable existence. Even within that category, there were many branches: the Fire Gods, Frost Gods, Air Gods, Water Gods, Light Gods, and Dark Gods.
Among Deities of Magic, these were considered the more common classifications. Yet, when measured against ordinary deities, they remained exceedingly rare.
Emily herself was among those exceptional beings—a rare Deity in her own right. The Goddess of the Moon.
As for Dervin… what kind of Deity of Magic would he become?
That answer remained veiled in mystery, waiting to be unraveled in due time.
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