Descended From Divinity Chapter 1 Novels & Stories

" I didn't respond. The excitement I felt had already made me work up. I would have laughed out loud now if it weren't for the fact that I was raised not to reveal any emotions on my face over the years. Perfect! Now that Oliver confirmed that he would beat me like Alexander beat Charlotte if I disobeyed him, all I had to do now was wait for the right moment. As long as he hit me, I would have a reason to unleash the demon that I had suppressed inside me for many years! Since I truly looked forward to the moment I counterattacked him, I was very disobedient for the first time. I got rid of the me who constantly had a pleasant smile on her face and ignored everything Oliver said.

His eyes were pure and I knew deep down that he just wanted it help me. Maybe because those people who came for me were so strong, he wanted me to cultivate and learn magic to protect myself. I hesitatingly grabbed his hand. And suddenly I felt as if something entered my body through my hand. In an instant, Grandpa was pushed back with a loud thud as if my body had resisted his interference. We were smacked out of the meditation and instantly opened our eyes. "Divine bloodline...!" he exclaimed shockingly, "You are a descendant of Divine healers...!!"

I don't move, much less breathe, which he seems to take as an encouragement to go on. “From what I was told, it is not going to be a normal war. It is going to be brought on by… by a… I mean… it's a…” “Deity,” I supply. “What?” “Deity. Void specifically. That is his name.” “What- how? How did you know that? I had only just gotten… wait. She told me that someone… a couple would lead the charge. A descendent of the goddess herself and her mate. Are you-”

"They use runes on you. They mute my abilities with chemicals. Gets me high in the process. Now, it's wearing off and everything is setting back in. They'll sneak up here any second and shoot me up again, even though my abilities aren't a danger to anyone but myself in this state." "What abilities?" I asked, unable to stop myself. "I'm descended from your people. I'm human, but I got the ability to feel and slightly control people's emotions, if they're unaware of it." My eyes widened a little. "The sense of calm from earlier, when I felt like I was going to lose it over my brother..."

The monsters fell, one by one, until only their shattered forms remained. The image of the girl returned, her body broken but her spirit unyielding. "She became the first High Priestess," the voice concluded. "And in her memory, the Great Gods ascended to heavens unknown, leaving their divine energy to humanity, promising to return in humanity’s darkest hour." The vision faded, and I was back in the chamber. My heart felt heavy, the weight of the story pressing down on me. "Do you understand the story?" the mage asked, his gaze sharp.

She was starting to feel weak. Ella tried to open her eyes and scan the darkness, but she couldn't see anyone she could ask for help. She discreetly stretched out her hands, feeling around the cement, searching for any weapon she could use against the demons holding her. But it seemed like Ella was cursed in that moment. But Ella didn't lose hope. With all her might, she raised her hand and clawed at the face of the man holding her. Luckily, she hadn't cut her nails yet. The man cried out in pain, and in anger, he slapped Ella hard and choked her.

I sat back against the wooden wall, the sea breathing steadily beyond the window, and the soft breeze blowing my long hair. I closed my eyes and reached inward, careful, deliberate. I did not start at the beginning. I could not. The first page still burned. I started from the middle. That was where she wrote about love. The fallen angel, Corin came first. She wrote of him like a miracle that fell from the sky. He lost a wing for her, literally and willingly, and never once blamed her for it. He chose her before he knew what she would become.

Until finally, he stood in the center of the chapel ruins, panting, bleeding, surrounded by the bodies of beasts. And then silence. But not relief, no, something else was coming. Something worse, the earth cracked. The altar split in two, and from beneath it… a voice. “John Crowe.” It wasn’t the monsters, it wasn’t the priestess. It wasn’t even the curse, it was the original Alpha. The First, and he was rising. John staggered back as the altar cracked open, the stone groaning as if it were alive. Heat surged up from the abyss beneath it, a deep, pulsing warmth that smelled of ash and ancient blood. Sarah ran to his side, grabbing his arm before he could fall completely.

There was even a possibility that the realm of the gods would praise their courage and bravery in fighting this new demon god. Long Chen watched as the spirits of the Fire Sect disciples revived and could only shake his head helplessly; who would have thought that in the realm of the gods there would be such fools—people he himself rarely encountered. And these fools were also part of the Divine Realm’s great power, which only made Long Chen look down on the Fire Sect even more. All the disciples who had been afraid earlier were now forming the same seal to trap Long Chen within the formation. The demons saw what these fools were trying to do and could only shake their heads.