The pleading flowed into Leon's ears like a river.
"Please..."
"Save me..."
It went on without end and leon could only listen until a person appeared in front of him, a transparent boy standing at 186 Centimeters tall with tanned skin. He was on his knees praying.
Before trying anything Leon reached towards his hair.
If I can give myself clothes then maybe I can also change my appearance.
He changed the direction and grasped his face. Slowly it began twisting and undulating until it changed shapes. Long but messy blonde hair cascaded down his back and to his waist. His face was now much thinner but also welcoming. Leon let out a sigh and then reached out, placing a hand on the youth's head.
...
Morris felt a sudden change in gravity, his body was slammed onto the floor. A beam of countless colors enveloped his body, before he knew it he found himself sitting on a pew inside of a church. There was a thin mist swirling around that didn't obscur too much seemingly, it surely didn't obscure the face of the priest on the sanctuary.
"A-are you an evil deity?"
The man slowly walked up to Morris and a chair materialised behind him. He took a seat and slowly intertwined his fingers. His lips curled up into a smile.
He? No, it should be "he!"
"He" smiled warmly and then spoke.
"Evil? No, hardly. You can call me the primordial light... for i am still awakening. The day I grace the world will be the happiest day."
"His" eyes weren't a single color, but every color.
"What you did was foolish, praying that way could result in your death. I've seen your predicament and decided to respond. It took me a million years to awaken, you were the first person, the first prayer i heard after a million years of slumber."
The deep profound voice echoed through the church, it felt as though it was carrying an infinite well of knowledge and wisdom.
Morris instantly relaxed and even felt prideful, the god before him didn't have one change in expression. His form trembled and tears flowed out of his eyes.
"You know my situation? Then could you help me? Please! I can't deal with it anymore. First, all my close friends started leaving me and went insane believing in some deity named the silent one! It all happened so suddenly, and then I lost my mom and-"
The primordial light slowly raised "his" hand and put his index finger over his closed lips.
"Shhhh... I understand your feeling very well, little lamb. But the thing is, im still awakening. My full power hasn't returned to me. There are other ways I can help you though. With my help and your efforts, you can escape your current situation, please trust me."
The primordial light closed his eyes and Morris saw a sea of light around him, he was sitting on a wooden dinghy together with "him."
The primordial light rowed the boat through the sea of light while spinning a tale of mystery.
"Once, there was a little boy in a small village. He lived happily with his parents and little brother, the people he loved the most. He enjoyed all things that had to do with alchemy and the dead, he even performed dangerous rituals to summon said dead and talk. He did all this out of curiosity, and for the thrill of it. One day, on a cold winter night disaster struck— His mother had fallen ill with the flu, she never showcased any signs of sickness until that fateful day. She didn't last long, only a week before she passed away. The boy being grief stricken decided to try and summon her."
The boat finally stopped on a small island. On it was a house with a tree next to it. Morris and the primordial light moved between and found themselves traversing through hills and rivers. They made it to a forest with many obstacles infront. From fallen trees to unnatural rock formations. Suddenly a light illuminated the path, a light that came out of "his" hand and cleared up the path. The two kept walking and made it to a grave. There was a ritual circle around the grave with herbs and candles scattered everywhere. A boy stood there with a silver dagger performing a ritual.
"He wanted to talk to his mother one last time before she went, one last "i love you" before she dissapeared. Little did he know, this time it wouldn't be as simple..."
A hand burst from the grave and a rotting woman crawled out, one of her eye sockets was empty while the other eye dangled loosely. The boy screamed and took a step back before turning around and sprinting away. The corpse gave chase but soon shattered into pieces.
"His mother, had been cursed by one of the evil spirits he summoned. Such were the risks of dabbling with mysticism. His mother lashed out and almost ate him, luckily this boy was a fast runner and managed to escape."
Then in the blink of an eye they were back at the church. The primordial light stood on the sanctuary, in "his" hands was a book with half a human skull attached to the cover. "He" tore of a page which floated in the air before flying into Morris's hands.
Sequence 9: Corpse Collector
Main ingredients: A desiccated mature Black-spotted Frog. Cloth-wrapped Person's Crystal.
Supplementary Ingredients: 80 milliliters of repeatedly distilled liquor. 10 drops of Black-spotted Frog mucus. 10 drops of Black Lily hydrosol. 1 used burial shroud.
Morris stared at the page in his hands with wide eyes. He didn't really understand that well yet.
"And this is?"
The primordial light closed his eyes.
"The only way I can help you is with that formula. You need to become a beyonder."
The primordial light slowly explained everything Morris should know before becoming a beyonder, it was only the basics.
"On our next meeting, I shall explain more. How about every sunday at 6PM? does that sound good to you? Little lamb?"
Morris looked over the page and then nodded.
"Your will is my wish."
Morris's figure slowly dissapeared and the primordial light was left completely alone.
"He" smiled before clasping his hands together in a praying gesture.