Chapter 137: Chapter 131: Divine
Cass and Zeke returned to where Leonel and Damon were waiting. Leonel glanced at them and said, "I see that you both are on the same page now."
Cass nodded. "We are."
"Good." Leonel shifted his gaze to Zeke. "I’m assuming you already have a plan."
Zeke met his eyes with a confident nod. "I do."
Without wasting time, Zeke used mana to telepathically convey his detailed plan to Leonel. As he finished, Leonel exhaled and nodded approvingly. "Then I guess we better get to work. Obviously, you two need to make some preparations. In the meantime, I’m going to take a bath. Katherine will not let me anywhere near the babies in this condition."
Zeke smirked. "I know I wouldn’t."
Leonel scoffed, then turned to Damon. "Brat, come with me. It’s best if we leave these two alone for a while."
Damon glanced between Cass and Zeke, sensing that whatever they were about to do was something significant. After a brief pause, he nodded and followed Leonel out of the lab, leaving the other two alone.
Cass wasted no time. "Alright, so what exactly do we need to do? Because as far as I know, we don’t need to prepare anything special to turn someone into a Neo-Nephilim."
Zeke’s expression darkened slightly, his mind already racing ahead. "We’re going to do what we did with the babies. We’re going to bless him with Faith—but this time, on a much larger scale."
Cass frowned. "What do you mean?"
Zeke’s eyes glinted. "Do you remember the Supreme Conduit Codex experiments?"
Cass’s face twisted in realization. "The external mana channels?"
Zeke snapped his fingers. "That’s the one. We’re going to do something similar with Damon. Except this time, it won’t be external mana channels—it’ll be our Totem. Made up of minuscule Totems, etched onto his skin with our blood."
Cass groaned, rubbing his temples. "When are you gonna stop treating our blood like an ingredient?"
Zeke paused, pretending to think. "When it stops being useful."
"Ughh!" Cass let out an exasperated sigh. "How much do we have to bleed this time?"
Zeke didn’t bother answering. Instead, he reached into his storage ring and pulled out several C-Grade Blood Regeneration potions.
Cass saw them and cursed. "Dammit."
A few grueling hours later, the two boys finally returned to the mansion, looking noticeably paler. Despite the potions, the amount of blood they had used had taken its toll on them. Their bodies craved food and rest, and they wasted no time indulging in both.
After a much-needed feast—where they devoured enough food to feed ten people—they spent some time with Katherine and the babies. Damon, though hesitant at first, found himself drawn into the warmth of their interactions. It was unfamiliar, but not unwelcome.
That night, as they rested, Leonel took the opportunity to tell Damon about Benjamin Voidsworn. The story lingered in Damon’s mind long after they retired for the night.
The Next Day
Damon found himself strapped to a table, bare-chested, with Cass, Zeke, and Leonel standing around him. He eyed the setup warily. "This doesn’t feel ominous at all."
His sarcasm was impossible to miss.
Zeke gave him a blank stare. "It isn’t. We’re just going to give you a boost. Hopefully, it’ll help with your evolution—make it stable, safer... stuff like that. Of course, we can stop if you want."
Damon sighed. "Forget I ever said anything."
Cass smirked. "Relax. These guys have a lot of experience with this. You’re in good hands."
Damon narrowed his eyes. "They have a lot of experience strapping people to a table?"
Cass forced a smile. "Something like that. You don’t wanna know."
Leonel rolled his eyes. "That’s enough, Cass. Stop scaring the boy."
Damon sighed in relief. "Thank you."
Leonel added nonchalantly, "Not that he was joking."
Damon groaned. "Can you all stop joking about this?"
Leonel shrugged. "Who said it was a joke? Whatever. Let’s do this."
For the next two hours, Zeke and Leonel worked meticulously, tattooing intricate, minuscule Totems across Damon’s chest. Each Totem was drawn with precision, infused with power, and meticulously positioned to form a larger, interconnected design. Cass played his part as well, siphoning small amounts of Faith into each individual Totem to prevent them from merging into one giant, unstable structure.
As they completed the last Totem, the entire array began glowing intensely. The golden lines shimmered with power, pulsating as if they were alive.
Cass quickly unstrapped Damon from the table.
"Alright," Zeke said. "Time for the next step."
The group moved into a large, reinforced chamber within the facility. Damon, still shirtless, glanced around. "Now what?"
Zeke cracked his knuckles. "Not much. You just get ready to use your Skill."
Cass and Zeke exchanged a glance. In silent agreement, they unfurled their wings—ethereal, radiant, and pulsing with divine energy. Their eyes glowed with raw power as their mana surged through them.
Their Aureliarcs—the embodiment of their divine authority—came to life, resonating with a deep hum. Zeke’s body tattoos began to glow in synchrony, while Cass’s Divine Armament materialized over him.
For the first time, Damon truly felt the overwhelming presence of their bloodline aura. It wasn’t just power—it was divine.
Then, without hesitation, both boys retrieved a dagger from their storage rings. In a practiced motion, they stabbed their own palms, leaving the blades embedded to hinder their natural healing.
They spoke in unison. "Skill: Primogenitors’ Blood."
As blood gushed from their wounds, it defied gravity, rising into the air above their palms. The crimson liquid pulsated, shifting between deep red and shimmering gold. It twisted, expanded, and contracted, until it condensed into a single drop of divine essence—one that barely resembled blood anymore.
The air grew heavy with raw energy.
Controlling their respective droplets, they guided them toward each other. As the two fused, the energy around them intensified.
Zeke and Cass looked at Damon. "Now!" they shouted.
Damon, who had been waiting for the cue, steeled himself. His eyes sharpened with determination as he activated his Skill: Devour.
A vortex of darkness opened in his mouth, pulling in the condensed divine blood. The moment it entered his system, an unnatural stillness filled the room.
For a second, nothing happened.
Then Damon’s body violently convulsed.
His back arched, his veins bulged, and a strangled gasp escaped his lips. The markings on his chest flared with an intense, blinding light.
Leonel took a cautious step forward, his expression unreadable. "This is going to be... interesting."
Cass, wiping sweat from his forehead, muttered, "I hate when you say that."
Zeke, watching Damon’s transformation unfold, simply whispered, "Hold on, Damon. This is only the beginning."
