Ascension Into Extraordinary Powers

"Frasia!" Axel shouted, his voice raw with fear and disbelief.

But his sister didn't respond. Instead, she raised her hands above her head, the black flame intensifying as it spread further, wrapping itself around her. The flames seemed to bend to her will, swirling around her like a dark storm, but she remained untouched, as if she were the very source of the fire. Her voice grew louder, chanting with an urgency now that sent tremors through the cave 

"By the name of the lost God of Corruption, I offer my hatred. By the ashes of all that you consumed, I invoke thee—give your power to the powerless, show your might!"

The flame surged, as though it had been waiting for these words, a rippling distortion filling the air. Axel could feel the temperature plummet, the very air thickening, suffocating. The world around him seemed to bend and warp, as if the fabric of reality itself was beginning to unravel. 

Then something happened that Axel wouldn't ever expect even if his sister was being controlled, she pointed her finger that was covered in flames towards him!

As the black flames swirled and crackled around Frasia's outstretched finger, Axel braced himself for the worst. He had no idea what his sister had become, or what this dark force could truly do.

The flames suddenly were blasted at him! But instead of the searing, agonizing pain he expected, a strange sensation washed over him—a sudden rush of raw power that coursed through his body, twisting and reshaping his very essence. The flames didn't burn him; they welcomed him.

He gasped, his vision blurring as the power surged through his veins, deepening his senses, sharpening his mind. For a moment, he could see everything—the cave, the underground lake, Frasia herself—vanishing, as though the fabric of reality had been ripped open before him. He was falling, or perhaps he was being pulled, deeper into the abyss.

The world around him morphed into an endless sea of black and violet, swirling mists and jagged shapes. He could no longer feel the cold stone beneath his feet, nor the air that pressed against his skin. Instead, there was only a deep, suffocating presence—a vast expanse of void and swirling corruption. His very soul seemed to be exposed, laid bare before a force far greater than anything he could comprehend.

And then, the voice came. Deep. Resonant. It vibrated within him, echoing in his very bones.

"Ah... another one, desperate for power. How delightful."

Axel's heart raced. He tried to speak, but no words came. Instead, the presence surrounded him, suffusing him with both fear and awe. He was no longer in control, yet it didn't feel like an attack—it felt more like... an invitation.

From the shadows, an enormous form began to take shape. The figure was grotesque, a vast amalgamation of shadow and corruption, its features shifting as if made of liquid darkness. Its eyes, glowing with a sickly green hue, locked onto Axel with an unyielding gaze.

"I am the Lord of Corruption," the being's voice boomed, a terrible weight behind the words. "You have been chosen, Axel. You have felt it—the hunger, the thirst for power. You wish to elevate yourself, to see your family rise above the others. You wish to claim the power that your bloodline rightfully deserves. But to do so, you must cast aside all that binds you to this fragile world."

Axel's mind reeled. He didn't understand—he didn't know what this being was offering, or why he was here. But there was something deep within him—a flicker, a spark of something vast, something alluring.

The Lord of Corruption's voice softened, almost coaxing.

"Frasia, your sister, was my first follower. Her blood runs through you as well. I offer you power—strength beyond your wildest dreams. You will be my champion, Axel. Your family will be favored above all others, their name will echo in the halls of kings and Gods.

But this power comes with a price. You must surrender. Surrender your humanity. Surrender your old life, your old ties. Embrace the corruption that flows through you."

A sudden pulse of dark energy shot through Axel, and for a split second, he could feel the God's influence pressing against him. It was an overwhelming, suffocating sensation, but there was a seductive undercurrent to it. The voice promised freedom—power over the world, over fate itself.

"You have felt the whispers, Axel. You know the truth. You are meant for something greater. Accept my gift, and the world will bow before you. Refuse me, and you will wither into nothingness."

For a moment, Axel hesitated, a part of him wanting to resist. But the call of power, the promise of his family's ascendancy, tugged at something deep inside him. He thought of Frasia, of the fire in her eyes, and the shadow of the God that consumed her. He thought of the world that had took away his parents, the powerlessness he had always felt, and most of all his will to protect his younger sister.

His resolve broke.

The words escaped him like a prayer, his voice trembling with newfound purpose.

"I accept... I will follow you, Great Lord of Corruption. Make my family your favored clan. I will spread your influence, your power, throughout the world. I will embrace your corruption."

A terrible, triumphant laugh echoed through the dark plane as the Lord of Corruption's form shifted, becoming more solid, more immense.

"Good," The deity said in a low voice. "Your family is now mine, Axel. Welcome to your new life."

Suddenly, the void seemed to collapse in on itself, and Axel felt his consciousness snapping back to his body. His mind reeled as his senses returned to the cave, the air thick with the suffocating presence of a dark power. The power that had flowed through him moments ago still lingered, bubbling beneath his skin, his soul forever marked by the God's touch.

Axel's eyes snapped open, and in the dim light of the cave, he saw Frasia standing before him, her face before was expressionless, and now smiling - but her eyes glowing with the same black, unnatural light. She said nothing, but there was a silent understanding between them now—one of shared darkness, of shared purpose.

Axel looked down at his hands, now pulsing with the power of the corruption. He felt the call of the Lord of Corruption deep within him, an insidious whisper in his mind urging him forward.

He suddenly punched the cave next to him to test his new might. Crumbling under Axel's strength, a deep hole with traces of frost was formed once he pulled away his strength.

This was the extraordinary power that he had dreamt of attaining when he would become a knight serving the empire! Now, he can start on the path of a knight earlier then the required age, becoming one of the province's most powerful bloodline wielders!

"This is incredible! Is this how you attained your new power so suddenly?" Axel exclaimed with joy and unbearable excitement. 

Seeing her little brother so joyous, Frasia's expression softened instantly. 

"Yes, the Great God of Corruption is the one who gifted me these new abilities too. But you cannot tell a soul this is how you acquired the power of the frost bloodline." Her tone becoming more serious in the end, Axel felt the significance of remaining quiet about these endeavors, or they would be executed for being heretics and accused of treason against the empire!

And with that, Axel and Frasia—the siblings now bound by the dark power of the God of Corruption—prepared to step into a new, terrifying future, one where nothing would stand in their way to becoming prominent figures of the Empire.

Frasia began walking out out of the cave, with Axel right on her trails. Both of their hair now carrying traces of black in it. With a faded corruption mark being on Frasia's left hand and Axel's right Arm.

Back at the house Anastasia was sitting at the the dining table holding a toy doll. The atmosphere and air around her was different - menacing. As she held her doll, a tiny smirk full of mischief graced her lips. The mark of corruption glowing greater than it ever did for Frasia or Axel.

"Everything went all according to your plans didn't it? It seems my help in this wasn't needed after all." 

After saying this she went into a maniacal like giggle, turning into a frantic laugh as loud as she possible could make it. This lasted for a solid five minutes before it began to die down.

Once her amusement finally went away, her face shifted back into the innocent, pure expression of a seven-year old child. Her eyes staring at the wall intently.

Just as she had switched expressions, the front door burst open with Frasia and Axel both saying together "We're home!".