Adamus listened intently as Almasa spoke, his eyes allowing him to witness the past events. "Our planet flourished after Avalokiteshvara left us the crystal," she explained. "Our people traveled across the planet and universes, Multiverse and hyperverse fighting and sealing various yokai and demon-like entities, such as Oni, Yurei, Rakshasa, Pishacha, Wraiths, Banshees, Demons, Dementors, Succubi, Incubi, Wendigos, Skinwalkers, Soul Eaters, Ghosts, Specters, Shades, Shadow People, Sirens, Lamias, Night Hags, Revenants, Phantoms, Reapers, Fetches, Changelings, and Darklings."
As Adamus watched, Almasa continued her tale.
"One day," she recounted, "there was a grand gathering of monks, akin to a courtroom, with Tavaris your father and Zeramiel your uncle standing on opposite sides. Zeramiel, a prominent council member, proposed that our commitment to kindness and protecting other creatures was leading us nowhere. When we save and rescue these planets and universes, these hyperverses, the evil empires and gods of those realms retaliate, striking our world and leaving us weak and vulnerable each time. He argued vehemently that we should use our resources only for our people, to protect only our own. He believed our powers should be devoted solely to our benefit, ensuring safety and strength above all else."
The scene unfolded before Adamus's eyes like a solemn drama, the tension thick in the air as the fate of their purpose hung in the balance.
"Tavaris your father," she continued, her voice carrying the weight of determination, "stood resolute against this proposal. He believed, with every fiber of his being, that our duty was to follow the lessons Avalokiteśvara left us, and to protect souls, no matter the cost."
Adamus could feel the intensity of the moment, torn between the conflicting beliefs of his father and uncle.
"But Zeramiel couldn't accept it," Almasa said, her voice filled with sorrow. "He was unwavering in his conviction that his vision was right, that our power should serve only our own interests."
In the gathering, the debate raged like a storm, with arguments crashing against each other like waves upon the shore. The monks deliberated fiercely, their voices echoing through the halls of the temple, each side vying for dominance.
"In the end," Almasa continued, her tone heavy with the weight of the decision, "Tavaris your father stood as a bastion of righteousness, unwavering in his conviction. With a solemn nod, the other members, swayed by his steadfastness, agreed to continue our sacred duty to protect all souls, regardless of Zeramiel's dissent."
Months later, Adamus, while we were sleeping, a dark plot unfolded. Tavaris and I were attacked by monks working with Zeramiel. Their eyes weren't the usual gold of the Tenshi no Me they were red. Your uncle had developed a new technique: the Akuma Tenshi no Me, the dark side of our abilities.
Your father, awakened by the attack, fought back with all his might. With his eyes shining with the pure light of the Tenshi no Me, Tavaris soared into the night sky, confronting thousands of monks corrupted by the sinister power of the Akuma Tenshi no Me.
He fought valiantly, alone against the horde of corrupted monks, each clash resonating with ancient power, illuminating the night with flashes of celestial energy.
As Adamus touched his mother's life string, it began to glow, sending a gentle warmth through his fingertips. The glow intensified, enveloping him in a radiant light that transcended time and space. He was sent spiritually into the past, the light illuminating his path as he moved forward in time.
Suddenly, the light dimmed, and Adamus found himself amidst a fierce battle within the sacred walls of a temple. The air was thick with tension and the clang of weapons. He watched in awe and trepidation as Tavaris and Zeramiel, their faces etched with determination, were locked in combat. Their movements were swift and precise, each strike a testament to their unparalleled skill.
In the heart of the temple, Adamus saw the green crystal, its glow casting an eerie light on the battleground. His heart raced as he watched the clash between Tavaris and Zeramiel, each blow echoing through the ancient halls.
Tavaris's eyes shone with the pure light of the Tenshi no Me, while Zeramiel's eyes gleamed with a sinister red hue, a sign of the corrupted power he wielded. Adamus was drawn to the center of the conflict, his eyes fixed on the green crystal. Its pulsating energy seemed to resonate with the intensity of the battle, as if it held the key to the outcome.
With bated breath, Adamus watched as the fate of his family and the legacy of the crystal hung in the balance.
His skin was a deep, rich brown tone that gleamed with a subtle sheen, evidence of countless battles fought and survived. His hair, tiny white dreadlocks that barely brushed his brow, framed his face with an untamed elegance. Each lock was a testament to his strength and resilience, twisting and turning in a way that suggested both order and chaos. A tiny yellow crystal adorned his forehead, a symbol of his profound power and connection to the divine. As he reached his full power in this fight, yellow tattoos began to emerge and spread across his body, intricate patterns of energy and strength. The crystal on his forehead blossomed into a radiant lotus tattoo, its delicate petals glowing with an ethereal light, amplifying his already formidable presence.
His eyes Tenshi no Me, They glowed with an otherworldly light, a mesmerizing blend of yellow that seemed to pulse with inner energy. Within his irises, intricate patterns emerged, swirling with the complexity of Hopf fibration. These patterns were not static; they danced and shifted, threads of light intertwining to form a mesmerizing display of energy and life. Amidst the swirling patterns, a faint hint of lotus petals bloomed, their delicate beauty juxtaposed against the cosmic tapestry within his gaze. The petals seemed to float, ethereal and surreal, adding a layer of profound depth to his already enigmatic presence.
This warrior stood tall and proud, his presence commanding the attention of all who laid eyes on him. His movements were fluid, almost graceful, yet there was an undeniable strength in every step he took. He was a figure of power and mystery, embodying a balance of the earthly and the celestial.
With dark brown skin and a towering stature, Adamus's uncle, Zeramiel's exuded an aura of menace. His dense, coiled afro framed his face like a halo of darkness, emphasizing the intensity in his eyes, always aglow with the power of Akuma Tenshi no Me. Clad in all black attire, he moved with a predatory grace, every step calculated and deliberate. His eyes were his most striking feature, glowing with a malevolent light that seemed to pierce through the shadows. A mesmerizing blend of crimson hues pulsed within his irises, radiating dark energy and foreboding.
Intricate patterns emerged within his eyes, reminiscent of the twisted petals of a blood-red rose, swirling and shifting with a sinister elegance. These rose-like patterns danced and shifted, forming a display of malevolence and dark vitality. The power of Akuma Tenshi no Me was ever-present in his gaze, a constant reminder of the dark energy that fueled his strength and ambition.
seemed to writhe and coil, ethereal and ominous, enhancing the profound dread emanating from his formidable presence.
As Adamus watches, Zeramiel's voice echoes through the temple, filled with darkness and ambition.
"Avalokiteśvara was wrong," he declares to Tavaris. "We shouldn't waste our time saving these people. This green crystal, the Om Mani Padme Hum Crystal, holds unimaginable power. We should use it for ourselves, to better our own people."
Tavaris, his eyes blazing with the pure light of the Tenshi no Me, responds defiantly,
"No, Avalokiteśvara was right. We must use our compassion to better the world, not for our own selfish gain."
With a surge of energy, they both power up, their auras intensifying with each passing moment. Tavaris unleashes a brilliant yellow beam of light, while Zeramiel counters with a malevolent red beam. The clash of their energies sends shockwaves rippling through the temple.
As the beams collide in the center of the crystal, the entire temple trembles, the very foundation shaking with the force of their confrontation. Adamus is mesmerized by the spectacle before him, the power of the green crystal pulsating with each strike.
In a blinding explosion of light, the temple erupts. Amidst the chaos, he sees the green crystal and a tablet from the temple soar into the sky, disappearing into the horizon.
As the dust settles, Tavaris stands amidst the rubble, battered but unbroken, a beacon of light amidst the darkness. His heroic stance, bathed in the glow of the Tenshi no Me, speaks volumes of his unwavering dedication to compassion and righteousness.
Adamus had been watching Tavaris, battered but unbroken, standing amidst the rubble like a beacon of light in the darkness. The intense visuals of the battle had consumed him until he finally let go of his mother's life string, his mind transitioning from vivid images to the steady, reassuring sound of her voice.
As she continued her story, her words carried a solemn weight.
"The monks gathered together to arrest Zeramiel and his followers with the Akuma Tenshi no Me. But we no longer had the crystal in our possession, the battle having sent it flying. So we decided to send our bravest warriors to find the crystal. Your father and I included."
Her voice was unwavering, filled with determination. Adamus listened intently, understanding the magnitude of their quest and the courage it demanded. The journey to reclaim the crystal was crucial, not just for their tribe, but for the balance of the entire omniverse.
"We flew through thousands of universes and hyperverses until we found this planet the one we're on right now, son. Its sheer size astounded us, as it seemed to consume other planets and galaxies, growing continuously. The planet was so vast it could not be measured, its boundaries stretching beyond sight, with no end ever visible."
As we landed, we began our search for the crystal, navigating through landscapes filled with anguish and despair. The air was thick with the pain and suffering inflicted by the gods who ruled this planet with cruelty and disdain. Despite the overwhelming sorrow, we felt compelled to help the oppressed inhabitants as much as we could during our quest.
Amidst the chaos and turmoil, a miracle happened. In the heart of this planet's despair, I gave birth to you, Adamus Jovajra, and your sisters, Aria and Demetria. Your birth was a beacon of hope in an otherwise bleak existence. The arrival was so sudden and unexpected that I hadn't even felt it for the full nine months. For a brief time, we experienced joy and serenity, even in this hostile world.
Adamus interrupted his mother's conversation, a sudden realization dawning on him. "I have sisters? I'm a triplet." His mother, tears welling up in her eyes, looked at him with a pained expression. "Yes, my dear," she whispered, her voice trembling. "But let me finish the story before the memories overwhelm us both." She paused, a tear rolling down her cheek, and took a deep breath, the weight of the past heavy in the air.
However, just a few weeks after your birth, our small respite was shattered. We were ambushed by forces sent by the malevolent gods who ruled this planet. They had sensed our presence and the threat we posed to their dominion. The attack was swift and brutal, catching us off guard. They kidnapped you and your two baby sisters, Aria and Demetria.
Adamus touched his mother's life string and suddenly found himself transported to that very battlefield, witnessing the chaos firsthand. he battlefield was littered with the bodies of defeated samurai, a testament to the fierce combat that had taken place in the depths of the woods. Among the fallen, Adamus's tribe stood resolute his father and the Fifteen warriors, including and his mother, all holding their ground with unwavering determination. Their eyes were fixed on the hill not far away, where the Sun King and his remaining samurai loomed ominously.
One of the samurai, Hebihiko Nagare, who Adamus had fought earlier, held baby Adamus Jovajra in his arms. Nagare, younger and less seasoned, stood with a cruel smirk playing on his lips, using the infant as a twisted shield. His single sword gleamed under the sun, and his brown belt signified his rank among the warriors.
Adamus, watching through the life string, felt the weight of the moment. He could see the Sun King's disdainful sneer as he began to speak, his voice carrying across the battlefield like a hot wind.
"Whoever you are, invaders," the Sun King called out, his tone dripping with contempt. "You are strong, I will grant you that. You have defeated hundreds of my samurai without even taking their lives. But your kindness is a weakness."
The Sun King's words echoed through the trees, challenging the very essence of Adamus's tribe's values. His father, Tavaris and the warriors remained steadfast, their silence a powerful response to the Sun King's taunts. The sun above them cast long shadows, adding a dramatic tension to the already charged atmosphere.
Tavaris stood tall, his presence commanding attention as he and the other fourteen members of their tribe, their eyes ,Tenshi no Me, glowing with determination. "You are a coward," he declared, his voice echoing across the battlefield. "Killing my two girls, Aria and Demetria, and now using my son as leverage. The people on this planet don't worship you. They fear you. There's a difference."
The Sun King is an imposing figure, towering at 7 feet tall, his presence unmistakable and commanding. As a Russian of distinguished bearing, he exudes an aura of warmth and intensity, as if one were standing near the sun itself. His entire kingdom shares this Russian heritage, each individual embodying the strength and resilience of their race.
The Sun King's body is encased in resplendent golden armor that gleams with a radiant luster, protecting every part of him except his face, which reveals the wisdom and experience of an older gentleman. His hair is abundant and thick, cascading around his head like a lion's mane, complementing his striking blue eyes that shine with a fierce, icy clarity. Despite his formidable appearance, there is a timeless quality to him, a testament to his enduring strength and leadership. His kingdom mirrors his grandeur, with subjects who reflect his power and the blazing spirit of their heritage.
The Sun King, his voice resonating with authority, responded to Adamus's father, Tavaris. "I am no coward. Unlike the so-called gods and rulers who send their soldiers, their people, their own kin to fight on their behalf, I stand on the battlefield myself. I fight for my people, so they do not have to. I wield the samurai as weapons of mass destruction to maintain order in the realms, but I do not rely on them, nor do I need to use a child as leverage."
He laughed, a cold and menacing sound that echoed across the battlefield. "Your people's Powers interests me. But I will show you the true extent of my power. We shall fight one on one, and then you will understand what it means to face a god. Prepare yourself, for you are about to witness the strength that rules Of this planet and all seven rounds."
With a demand for compliance, the Sun King gestured for Nagare to toss the child back to Adamus father. Reluctantly, Nagare obeyed, tossing the baby back into the waiting arms of its father. As Tavaris caught, baby-Adamus and descended to the ground, the Sun King floated into the sky, his form illuminated by the growing ball of energy he was conjuring with a single finger raised.
As the energy ball expanded, crackling with power, the Sun King spoke once more. "If you survive this," he warned, his voice carrying across the battlefield, "you earn my respect."
The tension in the air was palpable as Adamus father and the other warriors of their tribe prepared themselves for the impending onslaught. They knew that their strength and resolve would be tested like never before, but they stood united, ready to face whatever challenge the Sun King would throw at them.
As Adamus's tribe members looked up in horror, they beheld the awe-inspiring sight of the Sun King's energy ball a colossal orb spanning approximately 1.39 million kilometers in length. Its radiance blazed like a living star, crackling with unfathomable force. The Sun King's voice thundered across the battlefield:
"This is the power enough to destroy an entire hyperverse."
With a swift motion, he hurled the immense energy ball towards Adamus tribe. In a desperate bid for protection, the tribe members conjured a shield of shimmering gold energy, attempting to deflect the impending blast. Despite their efforts, the explosion from the energy ball still erupted with devastating force.
The shockwave unleashed by the explosion was immense, tearing through existence with force beyond comprehension. It ripped open higher-dimensional rifts, shattering reality itself. The impact was so overwhelming that new realities were born from the fractures, twisting the very fabric of logic and rewriting the order of creation. Across the battlefield, the land trembled as existence itself bent under the weight of such power, leaving only devastation and impossible new worlds in its wake.
As the dust settled, Adamus, still using the life strings from his mother, saw the scene unfold before him. His vision pierced through the chaos, revealing his father standing tall, holding baby Adamus in his arms. His mother's form was a reassuring presence beside them, her gaze steady and full of determination.
The rest of the tribe members lay scattered around them, on the ground, seemingly lifeless from the sheer force of the explosion. Despite the devastation, a flicker of hope remained in the hearts of those who had survived.
Adamus let go of his mother's life strings and just listened. "I can't believe they would kill and kidnap babies," he said, his voice trembling. "That must have been so hard for you to watch, Mom." They hugged tightly, drawing comfort from each other.
She continued her story, her voice a mix of sorrow and resolve. "It was unbearable, Adamus. Watching such cruelty, knowing I had to stay strong for you and your sisters. The pain of those memories weighs heavily on my heart."
"Your father," she began, "in the final moments of that devastating battle, used his last ounce of energy to teleport us away from the battlefield. It was a special technique, one he had perfected for dire situations. As the energy ball exploded, tearing the land asunder, he saved us. But I do not know what became of him and the other tribe members. They could be lost, scattered across this forsaken planet, or worse."
Her eyes, filled with a sorrow that time could not erase, met Adamus's. "I wandered this planet's realms, searching for a way to protect you. In the Lightning Realm in Asgard, I found a powerful sorceress named Skadi. She was a being of great strength and magic, who offered us refuge. With her knowledge, she took away our powers and masked our energies, hiding us from the samurai's senses. It was the only way to keep us safe, to shield you from harm."
Adamus felt a lump in his throat as she continued, her voice breaking slightly. "From there, we journeyed to the Air Realm, to the country where the Grid is located. Ever since then, my son, I have tried to give us a normal life, far from the chaos and destruction. I wanted you to grow up without the constant fear of being hunted."
Tears welled in her eyes as she whispered, "I am so sorry I never told you the truth. I wanted to shield you from the pain, from the burden of our past. But you deserve to know who you are and where you come from. Our tribe sacrificed so much just to gain so little. That's my experience, Adamus. That's why I don't want you to risk your life being a superhero or saving people. I feel like your uncle was right. We should only protect ourselves."
Her words hung heavy in the air, a testament to the weariness and sorrow that had settled deep within her. The memories of their tribe's endless sacrifices, the relentless battles, and the constant threats had left her yearning for a life of peace, even if it meant abandoning the noble ideals they once held.
Adamus looked at his mother, understanding the depth of her fear and pain. He felt a surge of determination, realizing that the path of a hero was fraught with danger but also filled with purpose. He gently squeezed her hand, a silent promise that he would honor their past while forging his own path.
"Mom," he said softly, "I understand why you feel this way. But I can't ignore the suffering of others. I have these abilities for a reason, and I believe I can make a difference. I want to protect our people, but I also want to help those who can't help themselves. It's what Dad would have wanted, and it's what I feel is right."
His mother nodded slowly, her eyes reflecting both pride and worry. "Just promise me, Adamus, that you'll be careful. Promise me you'll find a way to balance protecting yourself and helping others."
"I promise, Mom," Adamus said, his voice filled with resolve. "I'll find that balance. For our tribe, for our family, and for everyone who needs a hero. And I believe our tribe members are still alive out there somewhere."
Adamus and his mother embraced, sharing a moment of profound connection after their spiritual journey. They ate dinner together, finding solace in each other's presence, and then went to sleep. As Adamus lay in bed, he tossed and turned, haunted by vivid nightmares. He woke up with his eyes glowing yellow, the manifestation of his unique power, Tenshi no Me.
Sitting up, he whispered to himself, "These nightmares won't stop. And these eyes... they allow me to feel the pain of so many people and spirits."
Determined to make a difference, Adamus grabbed his superhero costume, a symbol of his resolve to help others. Under the cover of night, he dashed from city to city, his movements a blur of compassion and courage. Especially helping those injured from the battle he had with Nure-onna. He assisted grandmothers in taking out their trash, bringing smiles to their faces, faces with his kindness. He intervened in fights, stopping thugs with swift, decisive action. He saved lives, pulling people back from the brink of despair as they stood on the edges of bridges.
As day became morning, Adamus headed to the hospital where Aisha, the little girl who had lost her parents and broken her leg, was staying. Within him, the spirit of a hero burned brightly, a testament to his dedication and the legacy of courage he carried from his parents. Adamus knew that his journey was just beginning, and he was prepared to embrace his destiny, one act of kindness at a time.