Vengeance of the Returner

Chapter 178: Rise of war(3)

"Yeril, I have the ability to look into your private life and I wish to see your conversation with Gods when they banished me and some more things if possible?" Nix asked looking into her golden pupils.

Yeril was perplexed and surprised though she did not show it in her face.

She believed that the man opposite her was an insensitive man who was a barbarian who wouldn't care about the feelings of others. But when he uttered those words she couldn't help but be surprised. Her conceptions and assumptions about him were shattered.

This characteristic of him may seem overly sympathetic or simpleton who held on to his morals. But, he was like that from a young age. He was ruthless to his enemies and kind to others who did not cause him trouble.

He simply killed and acted cruelly to those who stood in his path and went to any extend just to safeguard those he found important. In Yeril's case, she was a mere pawn and just had literally gave her very existence to Nix whether she liked it or not. 

Was it his empathy? Or pity? the cause of his words was only known to him but he felt like it was necessary to ask.

"You may Lord Nix."

She said with a smile for the first time ever. Unlike others Yeril did not show emotions so, Nix was quite surprised as well.

[Life]

Nix clicked it looking at Yeril who wore a calm smile on her face.

A masculine voice uttered. It was the voice of the Martial God, Shigon.

"But... The human has not even gained a class." Yeril said hesitantly.

Heredia said caringly.

Three to four voices entered her ears as she stood inside the chamber of gods. The void chamber possessed nothing. She was floating in the middle of the void chamber while receiving words from the gods.

"Goddess but, he doesn't have any prior experience to survive."

"I understand my goddess."

"But... Is it not better to intimate his being to the supremes of hell?"

As soon as she finished her speech, Yeril began to sweat while her heart began to beat wildly. 

After that Yeril just complied with the words of the gods and banished him and there was nothing much after that.

"I am being manipulated since the beginning. Sure its nothing surprising"

He shrugged looking at the video and turned to a button that was in the corner of the screen.

[Fragments of Hope]

"Hope?"

He furrowed his brows and clicked it.

Soon a video opened up with a little girl holding on to an old tattered book while flipping its pages as she read.

{Angels...}

As she began reading the first line, a new clip showed up. It was nothing but the imagination of Yeril yet, it certainly seemed realistic as ever.

A nude man walked into the clean pool of water which was built in a grandeur way. The water was crystal clear that one could love to swim in it. On the other side, a man returned back with wings behind his back.

{Angels are beings who evolve to reach the peak of their race as Newman. As for their life. They do not own the right to themselves. To put it simply. They were born and bred to live as a puppet for the gods.}

As she read those words visions continuously manifested on their own. It was like watching an intro to a movie.

{The reason for the enslavement was a blunder of the Angels.}

{Ages ago, angels were enslaved by gods. They were a proud race who possessed a god complex and believed they are superior to others. Which led to a terrible fall for them. Just like other beings they waged a war placing a bet on their souls and lost in the battle.}

{Consequently, they complied with the bet and gave out their souls to the Gods. Later, their history was thoroughly destroyed. Though their ancestors hid secrets from the gods for the angels to conquest the truth. They were restricted from finding it.}

{Few Newmans, that were were believed to be direct descendants of the long-forgotten beings called Primal angel, the last or prime form of their entirety. They are known as sacred Newmans that could possible reach the realm of gods to once again wage wars.}

{This was secret teaching and a mere rumor that was spread among Newmans in Ether world. Until now no one has ever evolved to such form rather it was said that sacred Newmans were killed after few years of the War of Arrogance.}

The scene ended by slowly fading out.

"By Summing up this information. All I can conclude is that  Gods are a race that goes on the conquest to capture worlds."

Nix thought to himself.

His interest perked up as the next scene opened up.

Now, it showed the same little girl eating food with her family. Her eyes were golden indicating it was Yeril herself.

Yeril was an orphan who was risen by a poor Newman family. Her foster father was a farmer and she did not have a mother. When she was seven years old she entered the forest near her house where she met an Elder.

It was an old man with the same golden pupils similar to her eyes. His wings were extremely large but his body seemed senile covered with wrinkles and his wings were slightly red as well instead of white. The most gruesome thing was that he was lying on the ground while bleeding to death with a tattered book tightly clutched to his chest.

Yeril shivered in fear and turned back to run away. But, to her surprise, the old man appeared in front of her clenching his stomach with a smile on his face.

"Young one!"

He said in a warm voice slightly after slightly crouching to meet her eyes.

"Would you not have this book?"

" "

She did not utter a word and looked at him growling in pain.

"I am leaving the legacy of our race in your hands. You better reach the peak of our existence."

He said pinching her soft cheeks with a smile.

She was young and did not understand what he said but, the old man already fell to the floor.

"Do not reveal the existence of this book. You have the eyes that resemble your mother."

He uttered and left a gasp of air from his mouth and died.

It was dramatic enough and kind of a good scene to insert it as the beginning of a story with Yeril as the main character in it.

Perhaps it was the perspective. Nix found himself immersed in watching it.

As for Yeril, She did know why he brought her mother into the conversation or what the legacy meant. Strangely the blood-tainted book attracted her. She took the book and ran into her house.

She did not dare utter a word and once again began reading it. 

{Sacred Newmans possess golden pupils. They possess the ability to unshackle the chains of restraints that enslaves Newmans. They are Primal Angels that hid their existence by devolving back to Newmans and passing their bloodline in order to escape from the hunting of Gods? They were Nobel men that once fought gods as equals.}

As she flipped the next page an illustration was visible to her. In which two men stood atop of dozens of corpses and the surrounding was filled with corpses as well.

It was a very unsightly image. The men did not seem to be allies as they both stood opposite each other.

One of them possessed three eyes and the other man's eyes were completely covered in darkness, unlike the three-eyed man he seemed old with grey hair and grey beard. They both had dead Angels in their clutch.

"That is shigon? And who is the other one?"

He thought to himself as she flipped the image.

In that was another illustration where a man with enormously large wings lifted a three-eyed god, by his neck standing in the center. His wings were wide open and his eyes were glimmering in gold.

"Interesting..."

Nix commented as Yeril flipped to the Next page.

On that page, the old man was ripping the wings of the angel and under that was a paragraph.

{The intervention of Al zalam led to the loss of our race. A vicious man who Primal Angels that rivaled gods were betrayed by. He killed the king and used the angels' arrogance as his steps to fight Shigon.  He intertwined the battle inorder to kill Shigon. The war prolonged for long days between the two which severed skies and created rifts in the dimension. They both were unmatched and they both withdrew from the war.}

{Unlike Gods of Integrity Al zalam tried to kill our race. Shigon proposed slavery as the cost of protection and until this day. We are treated as slaves and servants for gods.}

Yeril saw it as just a tale but the very next day. Her parents were captured for treason as the Crusaders of Ether world found the body of the Oldman. Later they were executed in public display.

Yeril was powerless and in order to find the truth about her race and why the gods wanted to keep the angels as their slaves. If there was still hope to bring freedom for her race she wanted to pursue in hopes of it. That was when she began to tread to evolve as Primal Angel.

"So, she was slowly manipulated from her prime goal as well but she is still holding on to her hope."

He sighed and switched back from the divinity and looked at her with a menacing smile. This woman before him has the potential in helping him.