A Fallen Knight-Lost art of Necromancy

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"Are you serious?"

Although I would love to be your father sadly, I am not your father.

"Huh? What are you mumbling?"

Vlass restored his calm self from his flustered self as he sat straight. He just sighed. "I am not your father, but I do have some hints on it''

Severus felt a buzzing sound in his ears. All this time he was betting on Vlass to be his father since he went to great lengths but then again if he was his real father then he would have shielded him from Marquis.

This was insane. 

"Who is he?" Severus questioned.

Vlass went into contemplation. It appeared as if he was in a dilemma. Severus saw the hesitation in his eyes as he replied back. "It's okay. After my bizarre reincarnation, there is nothing in this world that I would fear to accept it."

Vlass smiled sadly. Although Severus was used to putting up a strong front still there were moments when he felt weak and lonely. Vlass was despaired to imagine a lonely Severus. It somehow pricked his heart because he was the son of a woman that had stolen his heart. Even if she never belonged to him, his heart already belonged to her. When Cynthia died it was not only her who died. That day several things met their end. With Cynthia's end, Vlass heart died, Severus childhood died, and a new tragedy birthed. A lone fate was graced upon Severus on that day. 

"This is insider information and I hope you can keep it as a secret Severus" Vlass said grimly.

"I am her son. Knowing about her is my right and I don't seek anyone's permission for anything. As her son, I know what should be kept secret and what not. So please let's continue"

Vlass "...."

Well Severus was correct, but it still pained him whenever he thinks how horrible Cynthia's reputation can get if the truth comes out. Not only for her it can even be fatal for Severus. He would be disdained, scorned, and contempt by people. Even the person with the strongest mindset can kneel before them so Vlass was really concerned about him. "Severus it may tarnish your mother's reputation and there are chances that you will be dragged too in this."

Ha!

Severus smirked.

"How more can my mother's reputation now turn. Every resident of Rivera kingdom hates my mother as for me I DON'T CARE"

"Okay if you say so. Only your grandfather and I were aware of your mother's obsession. Obsession for a deity. Your mother Cynthia, was obsessed with Hades."

"...."

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Past

"Cynthia, what is this? Are you serious? What is all of this?" An old man who was wearing an all-black robe with a big white mustache stormed over to a petite girl. She had a head of blond hair that looked like it was made up of gold whenever she was standing under sunlight. Skin as fair as the snow was decorated with simple red robes. She had a pair of blue eyes and tinted red lips. Her mermaid's eyes were so deep that you could swim in the ocean on her Iris. She was standing there with her head down listening to the raging old man. She didn't utter a single word no matter what. Her cold eyes ignored everything. Freezing coldness could be felt from her that made her look like a snow queen. Beautiful and cold. Her gaze was that sharp like a dagger glanced at Vlass for a second and then shifted to her feet. 

Vlass felt a chill when he was gazed upon. His back drenched from the cold sweat with goosebumps all over his body. Vlass really felt as if it was his last day. His nervous system instantly crashed while it was a miracle he didn't pass out. He was aware that Cynthis never liked him, but he never thought she hated him to such an extent. In a flash, he saw a rigorous amount of hatred flashing in her eyes. Even when she was staring at her feet Vlass could feel the hatred emitting from her. Well, this didn't shock him but the fact that even when she glanced at the old man who was her real father, the hatred remained the same. No guilt or remorse was there. 

As for the room, it was filled with Hade's naked figurines and various confession letters. It was a bizarre scene. A 16-year-old girl was obsessed with the lord.

The old man shouted to his heart's content but when he saw that there was no effect of his scolding, he was heartbroken. No parent would want to see their child in such obsession. 

Well obsession in itself was bad.

"Answer me, Cynthia. Why?"

The little girl who remained quiet till now finally opened her mouth. Everyone thought that she would either explain about her deed or would ask for forgiveness but no. It wasn't the case. What she said next shocked everyone.

"Once the obsession with God has taken hold, knowing "why" does not matter. Why takes us down rabbit holes. "Why" is almost always a diversion tactic. Rather than ask why allow yourself to flow. At first, flowing may seem impossible. But don't take your inner stiffness, gripping, clenching, frozenness, or whatever your psychological defenses may produce physically, too seriously. Your ticket out of chronic sensibility is not taking yourself too seriously. After all, A Course in Miracles does explicitly say, "Into eternity, where all is one, there crept a tiny, mad idea, at which the Son of God remembered not to laugh."

"When you are obsessed with God, your actions may appear strange. Your logic may seem illogical. Your social life often disappears. You don't understand your own choices, because they are not your own. But you still have free will. People are afraid that an obsession with God means they are having a psychotic break from reality, or that they will need to renounce their lives and become a monk or nun. It's the opposite. A healthy obsession with God returns you to your right mind which puts you on the path to true Reality. You naturally become a shining demonstration of Truth, usually in the midst of your usual life. Most people are not called to celibacy or a life of solitude, although if you are, it will be perfect for you."

"Just shut the hell up Cynthia" Vlass shouted despite fearing her but she ignored him completely and continued her nonsense talk.

"I want to be first in God's eyes, I want to come into his Kingdom and be embraced by his Universal family. I desire to do his Will, I desire to reveal God to all beings of Heaven, Hell, and Earth. I wish to do the absolute impossible. To bring God to this forsaken planet, and through sheer will, lift this world up by my own two hands. I want Earth to be Heaven, right here and right now. I want our planet to reconnect with the Family. For us to know that we are truly loved and never alone. I am sick of darkness, of hatred, of violence, of animal lust and greed. I am sick of evil, of everything bad that is happening and will happen. I don't care if I'm the only person, I don't care if God even forsakes me. I can see infinity and eternity; I can feel them in the deepest recesses of my heart. But hatred can never be eternal, it can never be infinite, it can only one day turn to true and divine love. And it is with this absolute hatred that I will change this world, that I will change myself, that I will do everything that I cannot do. So, therefore, I love God. I love Hades"

The old man was struck with a minor attack. With his hands, he supported his weak heart and stumbled on the ground but before he could fall on the floor Vlass came forward to help him. Although he was still shaken by Cynthia's words, when he saw his master falling on the ground his dizzy brain kicked him to help him. The old man pushed away Vlass and with horror in his eyes stared at her daughter.

"Daughter, what is this? What have you become? Is it devotion or Scrupulosity?" With fear still in his eyes, the old man waited for her daughter's answer.

The girl eyed him as she replied coldly. "It's a devotion."

Bam!

The old man kicked the stool in anger.

"Is it? I am going to kill that person who preached you such nonsense. "You aren't a devotee but the one suffering from Scrupulosity Cynthia. Please come to your senses. You are making no sense. There is nothing wrong with being devoted to God and practicing your religion faithfully. And there is nothing wrong with living your life serving God if that's your choice. But an unhealthy focus on the repercussions of every thought and action and worry over divine retribution is something different. Sufferers of scrupulosity actually deal with a form of obsessive-compulsive disorder that creates persistent, uncomfortable, and unwanted thoughts and worries. They're consumed with guilt, concern with God's vengeance, and the fear that their actions will ultimately lead to damnation and the same is happening with you, my girl. Please try to understand what father is saying before it's too late" The old man said in a hoarse voice.