Chapter 3: Mysteries

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"Why am I doing this in the first place?". Acnologia muttered as he searched up the library of the Mildian ruins to deal with Zeus. An hour ago, as he was speeding up flying in the sky, Zeus was thrashing violently in his claws. The youth would scream, hold his head in pain and scream verbal nonsense. He looked on behind him and noticed that the blonde is gone.

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The once blonde man, now has long, sky blue hair with streaks of white, his eyes were glowing, glinting in purple, turning golden in a matter of seconds then assuming its purple hue. Gone was his whisker marks and it was replaced by a sharper, more angular feature. His skin is so pale that one would mistake he has been never touched by the daylight. Most noticeably he had markings on his arms much like that of the Dragon King, including his face. One would mistake him as a relative of the ruthless dragon slayer as his face was almost a similarity to the former, the only difference was that his eyes had a gentle gaze instead of a fierce one, and he also has the same facial markings with the dragon slayer Acnologia.. He was now walking aimlessly, his eyes changing colors to yellow to purple.

"Acnologia, Acnologia". His voice different, it has a much deeper baritone compared to his previous voice. He doesn't know where he is; only walking aimlessly in the ancient city ruin. He neared towards a ruined shrine, which was unknown to him currently, the place where he has landed in Earthland.

He then screamed, clutching his head in pain as he remembered a powerful voice speaking to him.

"A mere life form is before me , after 400 years of not being worshipped. To what pleasure shall I do to you, mortal?"

"Ah I see. You do not possess the power of this world. You, who came from another plane of existence, came here devoid of soul".

His eyes were now in flashes of yellow light. His left eye turned into yellow leaving his right eye in purple hue.

"A creature of power living within the confines of your physical being is what makes you alive, screaming to tear me into pieces. A human, a pitiful human, lost in reality. Memories of yours are left in the vast expense of the void. Everything is torn away from you. You only wanted to save him but you can't".

Zeus then whimpered in fear as he remembered the blob darkness, its yellow orbs in his memories.

"My soul, my being, lives in two accursed beings. I can't exist much longer. Consider thyself fortunate as my being will be a power to your digressed state of existence. And I shall enchant myself into you. A new life, a new existence, a new body, a new state of thy soul. I am you and you are me. Let us become one, my child".

He continuously screamed as he remembered the memories. Memories that were not his are flashing inside him. A black haired man who is cursed to take away the life of those he cares about, a yellow haired woman who identifies herself as a fairy, cursed just to save her comrade. Memories of people worshipping him, praising him, giving him gifts. The knowledge is too much, as if his body had lived for hundreds of years. He heard the name, the name of that god but he didn't hear. It was otherworldly. All he knew was that he was one with the god. He is that god and he is him. They are one and the same. They share the same bodies and the god has acquiesced into him for a reason the god can't exist much longer and he needs a new body, to preserve his magic power and will.

There are changes, whatsoever, as the youth awakened a peculiar form of magic that is extremely dangerous and unheard of. That reason is why the youth's body took on the form and body physiology of the Dragon King's, including his magic power signature and scent but didn't get his ability to be a dragon slayer nor to transform into a dragon. It means at this point, that Zeus lost his original form permanently, and will constantly change forms the more he utilizes his magic whenever he likes it or not.

As the flash of memories vanished, Zeus stood, walked into the ancient shrine, still clutching his head in pain and muttered, "What do you want from Zeus?"

There he saw skeletal remains of the ancient people of the past, lying on the ground. Marks of blood on the floor that they have been murdered ruthlessly. No one answered his questions. Fear dawned into him and ran. He ran and ran away from the shrine he came.

"Acnologia….Acnologia". He screamed. Tears were streaming from his changed face. All he wants is to see the Dragon King once again. He was all alone. As if his prayer was answered that he finally saw the Dragon King narrowing his eyes at him.

"Acnologia". He smiled in joy as he neared towards the man and embraced him.

'He has my appearance, my scent and my magic power capacity. This magic…I now know. He's unaware that he did this. A magic that is both a blessing and a curse. He'll die just like the others'

"Zeus, where did you go?". Acnologia said as he broke Zeus's embrace.

"Zeus doesn't know. He doesn't know where he is. He just came into this ancient shrine and he saw various skeletal remains".

'His manner of speech also changed. He doesn't speak like a child anymore'.

Acnologia gritted his teeth as he didn't expect that this type of magic is actually real. From more than 400 years of his living, he has never met anyone with this type of magic, and only heard of it in rumors. According to those rumors, most who had this type of magic would die the more they use it.

"Acnologia, is something wrong?". The purple eyed youth looked at the man with concern.

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Silence descended the surroundings. Zeus was confused then Acnologia changed the subject.

"We'll not be returning in this place. There are a lot of Zeref's followers scavenging this ancient ruin. We must depart before they arrive". He then transformed into his dragon form, grasped Zeus in his claws then sped off towards the horizon.