War and Fortune 2.256

Kain, the tall elf with white hair and blue eyes looked with extreme hatred at that person who reminded him of the feeling of the Elder God, when he was the guardian of the balance. His huge eyes, his tentacles and his pretentious voice that indoctrinated everyone that he was the wheel of destiny. That terrible monster that plunged Nosgoth into complete madness, dominated the races, cursed the vampires, and caused the fall of the guardians of the pillars of Nosgoth. That hatred that he thought had died out was very much present in the core of his soul. It surfaced in a terrible way and now it had caused that, in an act of blind fury, he turned someone he did not know into a flesh pierced by a dozen steels.

—That sounds serious— someone behind Kain said in a lighthearted tone as he fanned himself —you really hate my kind, but you guy, you have a better weapon, don't you?—

Kain stood stoned, with a cold sweat running down his back. He was sure he had stabbed him with his spears while using the Scathach technique that wounds the soul level.

—Too bad, unless you attack me with your spectral sword you will never hurt me— whispered that person behind Kain. The latter noticed that the man was smiling nonchalantly as he fanned himself.

—You...—

—Kain, enough— Xiao said, running as fast as possible until he stood in front of him and raised his hands so that he would not continue —he is not like that god, he is of the same race, but different—then he whispered —and more troublesome and dangerous. Don't continue with this or it will be something that even I and Kiara won't be able to fix—

Kain looked with a mixture of hatred and coldness at Kisuke while the latter smiled nonchalantly. Kain knew it wasn't him, he had already killed him, he had been reborn just like Kain and had defeated him in another world. He was waiting together with Artoria in that world. This monster in front of him who took the figure of a blond man in a striped, white hat, hakama, samue and sandals.

—I understand— Kain said, calming down —I just thought I had felt an old... friend—

—Father— said Viggo, approaching Kain. The latter looked at Viggo in such a way that the latter felt frightened and stepped back.

—No, son, no, I'm a little confused. You don't need to fear me, I'm your father, you remember— Kain said, changing his expression to one of fear —I'm the man who carried you in his arms, who made you sleep.

Viggo looked at his father and took a deep breath. Then Kratos' words came to his mind:

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Viggo understood his master's words better, now, he had met someone who really hated someone with all the strength of his being. The question was, who did his affable, joking father hate so much? Viggo did not in a million years think that one day he would see that expression of intense hatred in his father's eyes, but it was as his old man said. Kain didn't hate him, just happened to see him in a way that scared him. Viggo walked to his father and hugged him. However, as he hugged him, he realized that his father's body felt like his when Viggo entered the painted picture of hell. The muscles hard as a stick and the whole-body tense.

—Okay, father, I'm here, we're family— Viggo said, recalling what his wives told him.

—Yes, son— Kain whispered as he hugged his son.

Xiao came to Kain and take him by the arm —I'd better take Kain and explain to him before things get out of hand— he said.

—Yes, it's true— Kisuke said as he fanned himself and gave Xiao a sharp look —I've never seen myself being impaled by so many weapons in a single instant—

Xiao felt a drop of sweat falling down his face. He formed a friendly smile and said —it was just a misunderstanding, just that—

Kisuke nodded, Kain let go of Viggo, stepped back, and stared at Kisuke's eyes. However, Xiao disappeared in a rapid movement, and they could not continue their staring contest.

—Yaaaaa— Kisuke said in the typical mocking and carefree tone of voice —Viggo, your old man sure is scary— he fanned himself again and continued —so at least you must prepare a residence for me. It's the minimum apology, isn't it?

—None of that— Kiara said, approaching where Viggo and Kisuke were. She stopped next to Viggo, looked at Kisuke's supposed corpse and with a simple gesture, disappeared the weapons and the body, leaving no traces of blood or any marks.

—Come, Viggo, Kisuke— Kiara said —we'd better go into the Bishamon family house and talk openly—

Viggo nodded, took out the key to the house inside the ring and opened the entrance gate. Kiara and Kisuke entered, Viggo entered at the end and closed the door.

—Too much security for such an easy-to-circumvent system— Kisuke said.

—That's what a rascal like you say— Kiara replied —but for humans it's enough security to deter the vast majority—

Viggo invited Kiara and Kisuke into the house while both primordials talked about unimportant things related to humans. Kiara seemed accustomed to human behaviors, but Kisuke still didn't seem to fully understand feelings like fear, anger, and others.

The three met in the library where there were two armchairs of one body and two armchairs of three bodies separated by a coffee table. Viggo and Kiara sat in the three-body armchair and Kisuke in the one-body armchair. Kiara made a gesture and, on the table, appeared a set of cups, cookies, and other things.

—Who are you Kisuke?— asked Viggo openly as he stretched out his hands to take the kettle and pour tea into the cups.

—I think Kiara must have already given you some explanations, but I'll help you a little— Kisuke said, extending his hand and making a semi-transparent sphere of white energy appear —some of us take souls from certain existences and give them a second chance. However, in my case, take very strong souls, let's say they are like very rare plants that must meet certain requirements in order for them to grow. I scattered all the ones I liked throughout the universe. I have been waiting for some time for some to develop, but it is so rare that the requirements that I had lost hope are met. Sure, until someone like you came along. You are like a black hole in space, generating great gravity and absorbing everything. Souls are the same, your existence together with your physical composition have generated the necessary factors and many souls that could not reincarnate, will be able to have their second chance.

—And is this soul powerful?— asked Viggo as he watched the semi-transparent white sphere float in his hand.

—Not at all— Kisuke said with a big joker smile —this is one of the weakest souls, commissioned by a person, but I don't know, I may fail. I don't think anything good will come out of this—

Viggo lowered his head and let out a sigh while smiling not knowing whether to take seriously what the primordial said or not –What do you want from my children?– he asked.

—Ooooh, nothing in particular. First, they must have their second chance and develop. Once I see their attitudes, I will talk to them. Kind of like what you've done—

—I wouldn't want my children to go through the same thing I did—

—Even if the tendency of their souls does not allow them to forgive themselves. It prevents them from being happy even if this life is a new one and has nothing to do with what they experienced before—

Viggo went blank for a few seconds and looked again at the primordial that still manifested the soul as a white sphere floating above his palm. Kisuke closed his hand and the soul vanished from the physical world.

Viggo looked at Kiara, her beautiful oval face framed by the white nun's veil. Viggo asked —Can I trust him?—

Kiara let out a sigh and nodded. After all, "Kisuke" had overcome and locked up his brother's soul so that madness and frenzy would not consume the entire planet and that solar system.

—Kisuke— Viggo said, turning his face to look at the other primordial —How many of them? How should I educate them? Will they be like me?

Kisuke let out a laugh and took out his fan to throw wind in his face —of course they will be like you, but most importantly— he said fading the smile from his face, closing the fan, and pointing with him to Viggo –it will not be one or two, there are several—

The meeting between Viggo, Kiara and Kisuke continued for several hours until all the members of the Bishamon family returned. At that point Kisuke said goodbye but said he would come back from time to time to see how everything was. At the same time, Kiara stayed with Viggo because the latter was overwhelmed by the situation. It wasn't just the future anymore, it wasn't just his family, it wasn't just the fact of becoming a king of the gods anymore, it wasn't just the fact of building an empire. Practically Viggo had to lead a bunch of demi-gods so that they would not go crazy and destroy the world. Then he remembered himself as a child and made him want to cry. Would his children be like him and wander the streets of Dedalus, fighting thugs?

When Viggo arrived at his mansion he just wanted to rest. Kiara was by his side and always accompanied him.

—Viggo, it's not that terrible— Kiara said in a soft tone of voice —you have time to think things through—

—Yes— Viggo said quietly, but those words didn't make him feel any better, and he went to bed. With Kiara they made love and after that they slept, missing the family dinner. Kiara was awake so I superficially inform her of what had happened to the others. So, they let Viggo sleep. However, at about three o'clock in the morning Kiara woke Viggo up.

—What's going on?— asked Viggo, opening his eyes and feeling his whole body tired. He looked around, everything was dark, but by the voice and touch he could differentiate Kiara his side.

—Viggo— said Kiara, hidden by the cloak of darkness of the night —it's almost there, your son, Scheherezade's.

Viggo was seated in one movement and looked at the surroundings finding everything clearer thanks to the moonlight filtering through the window curtains —Really?— he asked.

—Yes, come on— Kiara said.

Viggo got out of bed, got a robe, and left the room without waiting for anyone. He arrived in front of Scheherezade's room, knocked on the door and an elderly woman opened. Her aunts Isabel and Mikoto could be seen while Scheherezade was reclining.

—We were just going to pick you up, sir— said the woman, from her words it seems that she was the midwife.

Viggo nodded and entered the room realizing that in one corner was sitting Rosewisse with her wonderful silver hair and white wings while holding her wand in her hand, as if she were a guardian. Viggo nodded to her, and she returned the gesture. However, Viggo did not stop and walked to sit next to Scheherezade's bed to hold her hand.