[Saturday, November 13, 1999, 1:00 p.m.]
[Rosary Church, Newport _Wales]
Walking down the aisle with his head held high is Elijah Churchill, a 9-year-old boy who is about to make his first communion. He is wearing a white robe and surplice with an embroidered cross. The church members smile as such a beautiful child is about to taste the blood and flesh of Jesus Christ.
His emerald green eyes shine in the candle flames like a jewel shining in the sun, his ash-blond hair flies in the light morning breeze and his white skin shines throughout the church, he was like a little angel taking his first steps towards the Lord.
Before Father Elias he kneels and then stands up, the priest gives him a simple smile and looks at him with joy.
"Elijah Churchill, do you accept the body and blood of the Lord?"
"I accept"
"You are also happy to receive his spirit and body"
Elijah eats the bread and drinks the wine, everything seems normal until a burning sensation takes over his chest, all his muscles contract involuntarily as if a cramp were hitting his entire body, his blood heats up to the point that it seems to cook his entire body, all his organs feel like they are being pressed by a hydraulic machine, his bones seem to have turned to glass and are breaking into thousands of pieces, he can't even scream, he is overwhelmed as if he received more information than he can bear, Elijah can't take it anymore and faints.
The priest catches Elijah before he falls, in his arms he lightly strokes his hair, "the spirit of the Lord has descended upon the child, rejoice my brothers, the Lord must really love this child to bless him so much"
The audience that previously seemed a little worried begins to clap, pray and shouts of amen dominate the church.
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Elijah had always loved the stars, he loved watching the stars that illuminate the universe in the face of eternal darkness, but now he was closer to the universe than he had been in his entire life, he was at the center of the universe that was being born.
Hundreds of stars bloom and in a few seconds their flames die and become black dwarfs, others have their life sucked out in seconds, becoming supernovae, even in the face of total darkness and supernova explosions, Elijah felt more welcome than ever.
The beauty of the darkness was beautiful, although the thunderous sounds of the explosions were a beautiful disordered music, but an even more beautiful event arises. Elijah feels something drawing his attention to the sky, in the beauty of the darkness all the stars align perfectly, a blood eclipse illuminates the entire universe, so beautiful, so magnificent, so irresistible, like a black hole, the eclipse draws everyone's attention.
A rain begins, but not just any rain, a rain of blood that bathes the entire universe, the dead stars emit a darkness so dense that it crushes everything around them, the supernovas become stronger, resembling big bangs, the sound that was once disordered music becomes an orchestra with the best conductor of all, a beautiful orchestra of chaos begins.
"Awaken my Judge, Awaken my Knight, Awaken my Specter Wyvern"
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[April 23, 2000, 12:00]
[Pluto island]
Elijah wakes up with a severe headache, but something strange was happening, his vision is distorted, hundreds of little balls floating all over the place like a TV with no signal, loud noises like a radio with interference echo throughout the place, strong smells coming out of nowhere and his body is sticky as if it had been covered in honey, an intense heat burns everything, but even though it seemed like hell, it was good, good in an inexplicably horrible way.
"Calm down boy, you've just undergone a bodily rebirth, your senses are on edge and stronger than ever, we need to control them, I'll help you stabilize them, so close your eyes, inhale and breathe until everything passes"
Elijah didn't understand how that voice managed to reach him, but when he felt her hands touch his back and the heat diminished, he knew that it was his only salvation.
Elijah didn't know how much time had passed, but finally his senses were returning to normal, when his vision recovered, he saw, a beautiful woman with long red hair, white skin and emerald eyes, a combination of tones that seemed to make her an Egyptian jewel.
"Congratulations, you did very well, I'm surprised that none of your senses or body parts were damaged, you really are worthy of possessing the strongest spectrum in hades"
Elijah looks confused, he didn't know what had happened, but he was sure he wasn't in a hospital, so this woman in front of him was his savior or kidnapper.
"Where are my manners, I am Zoe, a soul from the Fields of Asphodel, who by Hades was fortunate enough to be named guardian and trainer of the specter bearing the celestial star of fury and Wyvern's surplice."
"Screw this"
"Would there be a way for you to prove that Hades exists, like magic, summoning skeletons or something supernatural enough to do that?"
"Without despair, a conversation with the intention of maintaining calm and control, very good, a great trait for a spectrum, of course I will prove what I say, follow me please"
Elijah gets up and walks towards the door with Zoe, he finally sees where he is, a cliff overlooking the sea, looking around he realizes that he appears to be on an island, but it had fields, farms, caves and some houses, it looked like isolated villages that housed a thousand people.
Elijah looked at Zoe, her confident posture made it seem like she really had full faith in Hades, the question was whether she was a crazy fanatic or whether the Greek pantheon were truly the true and only gods.
"Here is the proof, my disciple," Zoe stands in front of the cliff, a whitish-gold energy gathers in her fist, with a single punch the sea is opened, a scene that could only be described as a miracle.
"aaahhh God, I Greek Gods are the real ones"