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Author Note: A small reveal of the mood shift coming. 

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Chapter Four

Aesira frowned at her bleeding hands. "Why is it always me bleeding?"

Jarvis snorted as he continued to wipe the two children, Cyril; twelve years old and his sister Asim; six. Both had been laid on stone beds that were next to each other. During the process of bestowing blessing, she'd had to cut her hands and place them on their heads. "Goddess, you spent too many of your grace points tools. So, the best way to give a blessing with out costing Grace is to use your blood."

Watching her hands heal Aesira sighed, "You're not wrong. It's just wild cutting myself."

Turning her attention to the two kids, she crossed her arms. "So, you said after they accept my blood and blessing, I can give them a bump on the genetic charter."

"Yes," Jarvis said finished wiping the two down. He set the bowl Aesira had produced with her spiritual water aside. "But, it can't be too over the top. Or cost too much to use, especially considering some of the things you have in there. They are already adapting to the left-over human traits in your blood. Observe their skin, it's darkening, and their hair is coiling."

"What, seriously?" Aesira walked over to the two kids and her eyes widened as she saw they went from pale to darker color. "Oh, that's cool." The sleek blonde hair was turning curly brown with deep golden highlights. "I'm a mom with none of the work, pretty cool."

Jarvis turned his face away so she wouldn't see him roll his eyes.

"Hmm," Taking step back Aesira tapped her chin. "Come out, Inventory."

"Goddess, do you really need to summon you're inventory aloud," Jarvis asked.

"Do you have to call me Goddess?"

"I think it's great calling your inventory aloud," Jarvis said decisively grabbing the bowl of water to pour outside of the cave. He didn't want to call a 400-year-old goddess Miss, and he also didn't want to be rude and call her by her name. So, he wasn't ready to decide what to call her yet. A strategic retreat was needed.

Aesira didn't have time to bother Jarvis and focused on running through her inventory. "Let see," she glanced at the Asim. "Since you're blind, it would be good if it was something to deal with vision."

She clapped her hands, "Naruto Uni it is."

With a swipe of her hands, the inventory flew by and stopped on "Sharingan or Byakugan? But Sharry, causes blindness?"

"As long as you adjust with your god blood it should prevent blindness," Jarvis intruded.

"Dammit," Aesira clapped a hand over her heart. "Are you trying to give me a heart attack?"

"Again?" Jarvis said.

"Huh?"

"Huh?"

The two of them stared at each other until Aesira narrowed her eyes. "I'm going to pretend you didn't say what you and work on these eyes."

He nodded, and quickly moved to remove the blankets covering the two kids and put them in clean clothes he'd taken form her inventory.

Turning her attention back to the two eyes before she pulled the short blade from her holster and cut her hands and grabbed the eyes form her storage and with a deep breathe she forced the two together. Flashes of light exploded from between her hands as she gritted against the pain that radiated up her arms.

Number appeared before her, as if calculating the melding possibility. The numbers leapt flickering at 70%.

"Fuck, go together," she closed her eyes and inhaled deeply through her names. "Imagine a moon and sun coming together. Eclipse them, a perfect balance."

Jarvis attention moved to her movements, and watched as a black light encompassed the hands of his Goddess. Her power rippled out. Quickly he lifted a shield and clicked his tongue, she really loved throwing around her power. He wondered what part of goddess wasn't clicking for her. She couldn't keep throwing her power around her she'd shift the planet off it's axis.

With that last mental complaint, he returned to tending to the still sleeping kids.

Focused on melding the eyes Aesira didn't re-open her eyes till she heard a confirmation ding and with sweat stinging her eyes she looked down at the two pair of eyes in her hands. They were golden like with a light purple tear drop at the bottom.

"Perfect." The two sets of eyes floated up form her hands and hovered above the two before that flashed white and entered their foreheads. Tired, Aesira waved at Jarvis. "I'm going to rest inside my space call me when they wake up."

"Yes, goddess."

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The first thing Cyril saw when he woke up was tall woman staring at a book. The book itself was floating, as she muttered something to herself and flipped another page.

"Jarvis, I'm not sure which plot to go with. Murim style actions all the time, or mor subtle, New World Doctor?"

"Was New World Doctor actually subtle? Didn't that Garret have to sew up a stomach and flash his healing powers around the first day he arrived?" A golden man walked up behind her and frowned.

"Yes, but it was everyone else reacting not him boasting." She muttered pressing her lips together.

"I'm actually more interested in the Jackal Amongst Snakes approach," the gold man said.

"Ugh, that's too much political play. Vasquer had a hold on politics that that as God level."

The two were so focused on their discussion that didn't noticed Cyril until he shifted and made a noise of pain.

The woman's attention moved from the golden man to him, and Cyril eyes widened at the familiar golden eyes. "Jarvis, it looks like my hero king is awake."

The one called Jarvis immediately approached Cyril who tensed up at his approach. "Who are you?"

He demanded as he pulled up the cover glaring at them. Searching the room he was in; he found his cousin lying on the other bed. Scrambling off the bed, he nearly pitched himself onto the floor.

"Slow down, your sister is fine," Jarvis said catching him.

Cyril wanted to pull away but he could feel his knees shaking. He frowned, "I want to check and see she's alright for myself."

Jarvis glanced behind him and receiving a wave from Aesira he nodded. "Alright, here let me help you. In two steps he released Cyril so he could press a hand to his cousin throat. Seeing that she was still breathing he let out a relieve sigh.

"Isn't this interesting, I promise him strength he thinks I'll kill his little cousin. How rude?"

A playful voice said from behind Cyril.

Turning around Cyril eyed the woman, who was now standing behind him. Her clothing reminded him of the people from the sand kingdoms. Her turquoise scarf was tossed over her shoulder and despite her earlier movement he hadn't her the golden coins woven in her clothing make a single noise.

"I-I made a deal with you?"

Searching  his memory he couldn't even remember when he met her.

"Don't bother, my grace does it's own thing in your head," she said tapping her forehead. "I can feel here you made an agreement and here," she leaned down and tapped the center of his chest. Her eyes sparkled with mischievousness.

Straightening she walked toward a doorway. "Jarvis grab the kid and bring him along."

"Yes, Madame."

Cyril was swooped up and surprised he wrapped his arms around the larger mans neck. Jarvis skin was cool, almost icy but it was comfortable as Cyril had been feeling oddly hot since he'd woken up.

"So, let me introduce myself. My name is Aesira, and I've been given authority over No Man's land. And in following with the saying "A gods work is never done' there are a few things that are needed for me to truly change this land."

Stepping through the door, Cyril found himself being carried a long hall that someone had carved out large windows. The view of the dense forest below, with the high rising mountains in the distance caused his mouth to dry. The lowering sun cast a shadow over what appeared to be infinite land.

"It was fate that you and your cousin happened to be passing through this place. Prime fate real-estate, a fallen duchy, the desire to grow strong and gain revenge against your enemies. One couldn't ask for a better Hero."

Aesira's words made Cyril frown, but he chose silence due to some of what she said sounding familiar. As if they'd had this conversation before. "I'll give you my blessing, knowledge and power. And you'll be my sword to conquer this land, and build a kingdom that will last eons and those who thill this land shall also worship me."

The reached the exit and walked out onto an outcrop.

"Look," she half-turned to face him. "Can you feel the potential? Here is where you can shape your dreams, and watch her enemy crawl on his knees to you. Tell me Cryil are you still willing to shake my hand?"

Cyril stared at her. "Put me down."

Jarvis immediately followed his words, and on his shaking legs he walked toward her.

"You want me to play king to his land with no people?"

Smiling, she remained unmoved by his question. "Yes."

"I can shape this land how I see fit," he asked again now looking over it. He'd always been intelligent for a twelve-year-old. Able to comprehend things that those older than him missed. "I can build not only kingdom, but an empire. I can care for the people and be their shelter. I can prove that power does not need to be cruel and evil to be kept."

"You can destroy an evil god, raise heroes like you, form allegiances with wizards and thousand years from now to bear your last name would be a pride for your family," she said staring down at him when he looked up at her. "I am the goddess of this forsaken land, and for those who believe in me I will do my utmost to care for them. No matter the sacrifices I must make."

Jarvis was shocked at seeing the goddess being so serious. He'd only known her to tease and joke but seeing her stare at the young boy who looked just somber made him realize that she was not playing at her schemes.

Aesira looked away from the boy. "There once was a kingdom here known at Olicia, it was a beautiful place. Filled with hope and magic. The people here only knew happiness and when sadness did come they had the strength to bear it but—," she shook her. "Sometimes, being good hearted and kind makes you a target for those with cruel intentions and no matter what you do those who are cruel are just sometimes stronger and smarter. A single act kindness can open the door to misery and annihilation."

Cyril watched as Aesira eyes darkened, and her expression turn sad.

"I don't want to be a kind ruler; I want you to be a good ruler. That does not always for you to be kind."

Putting her hand out she smiled at him. "Now, son of Hilja will you take my hand, or will you run?"

Cyril, didn't want to be a king.

Yet, when he stared at this being who appeared human to him but was obviously more, a goddess of a dead land. He couldn't help but think that he could do it, and in fulfilling for saving his and his cousins life he'd be able to grow strong and some day have the Imperial Tyran on his knees before him.

He placed his hand in hers. "I will stay and fight."

"Good."

TBC

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Author Note:  I am sooo going to be writing this for a while lmao. Will there be an end?