9 Second Trial (1/2)
Micheal looked at Ferrons souls and shuddered. He had never seen this before, he had only known about Lucifer's two souls because he had told him. But now, the person who had two souls brought along his apprentice who had three. Would he bring an apprentice with four souls?
Micheal was one of the first created by his father and Lucifer was taking care of him like a older brother. Micheal didn't know when Lucifer was created, or born. And whenever he tries to bring up the subject of how old Lucifer was, his dad cleverly dodged the subject. It left Lucifer shrouded in mystey.
He gazed at the soul that floated there, in between the blood red and the piercing white. Clearly looking like it never belonged there. Well... It never did to begin with.
But as Micheal kept trying to see deeper into that transparent wisp. But as he tried to he felt a dull pain growing at the back of his head.
”Hmm? How can that be possible?” Micheal silently muttered realizing that he couldn't even break the shell of the third soul. He tried it with the other two but got the same result. If someone were to describe the pain that Micheal experienced when trying to look at Ferron's souls it would be someone striking their head with a sledge hammer relentlessly while their the head keeps regenerating unable to pass out. But Micheal shrugged it off like it was an mild discomfort and began again to walk towards Ferron who was looking at the pristine metal table like no one had been brutally murdered there a few hours ago.
The third soul had a special feel to it, souls all release a feel to it. Without it Reapers wouldn't be able to locate which souls they needed to collect first, but what Micheal felt the transparent soul release he felt shivers down his spin. Since he was a creation, something born from light, he felt like nothing could cause harm to him. He shivered as he felt a cold pressure strike his heart, that thing that Lucifer's apprentice had in him was something that was older then his Father, and could harness the power of creation and destruction.
It was better left unknown to its wielder then anyone else. Micheal calmed himself down and brought himself to stand in front of Ferron giving him instructions now that he has completed the first trial.
”Alright kid, the first trial is complete. You will move on to the second trial which is run by the second oldest brother Gabriel. I would advise you though the second trial is much more difficult then then the first trial. This was testing and building your mental strength, the next one is your physical test. Just follow me to the exit and I'll lead you there.”
Micheal gave Ferron a quick glance and was surprised at what he saw,his eyes were no longer the pitch black eyes that he came here with but it was no longer one colour but what appeared to be a shifting haze of them. If Micheal was looking at Ferron straight he would see one colour but if Ferron tilted his head, a whole other colour would appear. It intrigued Micheal who had never seen this before, but he knew that this was beyond his limits. If he tried to dig into Ferron who knew what he would encounter, his death was one of the many probabilities that would befall him, and it was not easy for a being created by light to destroyed.
Other then his eyes he glanced at Ferrons face and looked through his mind to find him calm like this was all just a normal part of his lifestyle. Micheal was content with this result, if he were to grade him like a teacher, he would have full marks and a piece of paper saying he did good.
Micheal started walking to the door that he went into earlier and Ferron followed behind him. When he opened the door Ferron gasped. Beyond the door was not the dark room Micheal had watched Ferron in but in its place there was an ocean spreading across until the horizon. The strange thing was the sky wasn't blue, but purple.