Chapter 1

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They laughed at him for being weak and frail, they said he was much much worse than his cousin sairaorg bael who didn't inherit the power of destruction but had a much stronger physique than him. He will prove to them that despite his weak and frail body he would be the best in one thing...magic. he didn't know if it was a blessing or not but in exchange for his weak body his magical energy his much higher and he could easily learn magic.

So by 7 years old after they got thrown out of the house his parents started give him books about magic and thought him what they know. It was plenty but not enough, not enough to make him stronger, not enough for them to acknowledge his talents. He had learned The power of the destruction that the bael family that so proud of is not really that great, so he studied it day and night, he experimented on the capabilities of this ability he was sure that sirzechs gremory had learned something or did something to achieve such level of mastery on his ability.

He could now form his power of destruction in several shapes like a spear, swords, lance and even a scythe. Despite focusing his learning on magic he never neglected the other aspects of fighting. He promised himself he would learn how sirzechs was able to use his power of destruction in such way and he would perfect it and surpass the original.

He could see how proud his parents is everytime they looked at him, there was no hint of regret that they got thrown out of the clan house for having such a weak child.

Two years has passed and he has turned nine years old a problem came...he run out of books about magic. He had talked to his parents if they would possibly borrow some books from their friends but his father had said everyone had turned their back on them, this only made his desire to get stronger burn more. Seeing that they could not get any reference material for their child the father gave him an advice.

"My child there is something you need to learn about magic".

This caught his attention, something he didn't know. "What is it father?".

"Magic is limited only to you imagination" he said as he tapped his head with a finger.

With that advice in mind he started to practice magic again this time he followed his fathers advice. He started with something small, a magic circle appeared on his hand a ball of fire appeared his mind started working and the fireball change into miniature lion and lept from his hand before it started walking on the ground. He almost cried in happiness at his first success.

For a year he did some trial and error in which he accidentally made a spear of light. He showed it to his parents who didn't know if they should be happy or worried. They asked how he did it and said that all he did was imagine a spear of light in his hand. They kept it a secret and told him to make sure that no one finds out about his abilities.

But it seems that their happy small family would be broken apart. One day after returning from killing some demonic beast as training he felt dread as he approached his he could hear laughter coming from inside and that type of laughter was the kind no one would like. Rushing towards the house and opening the door what he sae made his blood freeze. There laid his parent on the floor dead and five devils where laughing at them.

He easily knew who are they since he had seen them in the before...they are members of the bael clan.

One noticed him and spoke up. "It seems the child has decided to join his parents".

"Just kill him i wanna get paid and get some drinks". The others quickly agreeing with him.

He couldn't hear anything other than the beating of his own fast heart beat. His blood rushed flowed inside his veins much faster as hatred boiled inside of his heart.

Slowly he approached his dead parents and one tried to attack him but his body stopped he looked around what was keeping him and saw it was chains not normal chains but chains made out of light and there are a lot of them, he wasn't the only one tied by the said chains but all his lackeys They were all screaming in pain as the light slowly burned them.

"Mom, dad...please, please wake up". He tried to deny that they are dead but deep inside he knew. "please, don't leave me".

"There dead boy and it's because of you, because you are weak". The leader said hoping that the boy would waver and release them.

Something snapped in his mind and he looked at them with dead eyes. "Where you the one that killed them? If so then die" he raised his hand in front of them. "Hell flames".

Five small flicker of flames appeared on his hand latched on each on of the assailants. They thought the boy had gone insane using such weak magic but the moment it latched on them flames grew bigger and burned to nothing.

Suddenly his eyes rolled to the back of his head and he passed out.

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Mephisto pheles saw it all...well not exactly all of it maybe halfway when the child used two magic attacks that not even he knew about. He watched as how the boy restrained the killers of his parents before burning them with small flames that turned into raging infernos before he passed out. "I'm sure heaven would not be happy seeing a pure blooded devil capable of wielding light magic".

So he moved inside the house and took the boy's unconsious body. "A great magician, you will be one day i just have to make sure you don't stray into the wrong path".

Mephisto would transport the child to his house and would make tannin heal him before making the said dragon give the parents of the child a proper burial deserving of pure blooded devils.

He would take this boy in and he would teach him everything he knew, he didn't need his future vision to know that this boy would be a great magician on par of the great legends.

To be continued...

Authors note: decided to stop the secret apprentice and don't know if i am gonna continue it. If you are confused as to why he is able to use light magic i will explain it on the later chapters. I know his story is slightly similar to sairaorg and i won't deny that.

Hope you still read my stories. And reviews are much appreciated.