"Hmmmmmm"…
"Hmmmmmmm"…
Raiden agares hummed softly as he checked himself out in the full body mirror…
Fresh out of the bath after his little runaround with Myra, he studied his reflection with all the attentiveness an alchemist would give his cauldron during alchemy…
Wet hair he hasn't bothered drying, streams of water flowing down and along chorded, chiseled muscles, nothing but a towel wrapped around his waist, his bright golden eyes that gleamed with authority and mischief..
"I seem to be getting more and more handsome by the day".. he muttered…
Turning towards Myra who herself, fresh out of a bath(yes they bathe together) only had a towel wrapped-more like straining- around her body as she tried and failed to cast a simple drying spell on her silver white hair, clearly, she was distracted..
Arghhhh, Myra must be losing her mind lately..
Young master is still just a child..
Seeing the clear struggle on his beautiful maid's face, his face lit up with satisfaction..
"From the way you're straining your eyes, I believe I'm right" he said, turning back to his reflection with all the poise of someone who can't seem to get enough of himself..
Heh, narcissistic? When you look this damn good, it's not narcissism, it's only right…
Yep.. bro's a lost cause
"So mother and father are waiting for me in the grand hall?" Asked a fully dressed Raiden, as currently he and Myra were making their way to the mansion's grand hall…
Awakenings for the normal people were usually held at the age of 13-14 in the imperial capital, where it's not only free, but also provides exposure and opportunities for sponsors..
But for the privileged, awakenings happen as early as 6, so long as your body can take it..
Now one would ask, why didn't Raiden awaken earlier..
I mean, considering the fact that he could already swing a 500kg sword around like it was nothing at just 5, he clearly had the qualifications to do so..
I'm already unfairly advantaged, I don't want the rest of my generation to despair, so let me give them this headstart…
Those were his exact words when his father proposed an awakening the day they returned with Myra, as they were both supposed to undergo the process together..
But now, already 10 years of age,
"I believe I've been magnanimous enough, no?" He muttered to himself with a quiet smile…
Grand hall
As the massive black oak doors of the grand halls came into view, two guards stationed there gave a respectful bow,
"We greet the young Duke" they said in unison..
"Mm, open the doors" he commanded offhandedly..
Creak!!
The two guards complied, and with a creaking sound, the massive doors swung open, revealing an interior fit for kings…
An ornate chandelier hung gracefully above, the floors made from the same black oak wood, an expensive-too expensive for what they're using it for- material..
Black oak wood chairs arranged in a semicircular format, with a raised platform at the head, clearly intended for the higher ups during meetings..
But all these were inconsequential to Raiden, for the moment he stepped into the halls, his eyes were immediately directed to the center of the raised platform..
A man stood there, over 7ft tall, built like a tank, all raw muscles, a lion's fur coat draped over a simple T-shirt, white hair(from age) knotted into thick locks, his beard(also white) knotted into one single braid..
A jagged scar ran from the temple of his left eye to the jaw of the same side..
He looked like a Viking from old..
He stood there, arms spread open, a wide feral grin plastered on his face as he waited…
"GRANDPAAAAAA!!!!!" A shout of absolute joy followed a streaking comet of white as it crashed into the man's waiting embeace..
"Hahahahahaha…. There's my boy" the man laughed, a rumbling sound that shook the hall…
"How's my little lightning doing, did you miss grandpa?" the old man asked, voice deep yet affectionate, a doting tone clear..
"Mmmm, I did, very much so" Raiden replied..
Gone was the calm and collected, mature beyond his years persona..
What stood within his grandfather's embrace was nothing but a young boy happy to have his doting grandpa home..
"Where's nana, did she make it as well?" Raiden asked, dislodging himself from his grandfather's embrace..
"This…" The man hesitated..
Raiden, seeing his hesitation, couldn't help his eyes tear up…
"Humph.. I thought you forgot about this old lady after seeing that dumb brute" a soft and doting voice sounded within the hall..
Quickly turning his head, Raiden saw reality distort for a Moment before a woman appeared, black hair, an enchanting face that definitely didn't look like someone's grandmother..
"Nanaaa!!!" Raiden yelled, once again no launching himself into waiting arms..
The woman just laughed softly and hugged her grandson tighter, his face buried in her ample bosom…
All the while giving her husband a smug look, clearly rubbing the fact that their grandson loves her more in his face..
The old man couldn't help but sulk quietly seeing his wife's smug expression..
Aaron "the tyrant" agares
Fiore "the calamity" agares
Anyone who knew of these two names…
This Power couple in every sense of the word…
Anyone who had ever come across these two in this world or any other…
Be they demons, elves, dragons…
Would never, not in their wildest nightmares ever believe that these two would be making such expressions..
Acting like two kids dragging over who was their parent's favorite, only in this case, it was two grandparents, competing over who was their grandchild's favorite..
Well I guess for every Superman, there's bound to be kryptonite..
And for these two, it's their overwhelmingly adorable grandchild…
Thanks for reading…
A/N: okay good, i know updates are slow, but it's because I'm almost out for the whole day and only have a few hours at night to upload.. but I promise, come weekend, Sunday, there'll be at least 6 chapters up..
If you've read till here, let me know what you think so far…