Magnus Academy: The Cursed Blood Continuance

Redemption: Act III

Do You Hear The Plead?

Somewhere along the lines of uncertainties and doubts, there's always that one option some people know deep inside to be a correct answer despite how seemingly bleak everything would begin to appear. Sometimes they lose sight of the possible options, negative thoughts swirling in mind like a chain bounded to the consequences they didn't realize they have already caused.

I had been there once, shutting out everyone who tried to reach their hands because I fear I might just completely lose sight of the answers I believe to be correct--there never truly were. It was all determined by my actions, thoughts, plans that came into being because they had to. Now that I'm looking back from where it all began, I couldn't help but think the times I messed up must have been some kind of fate that led to this kind of life I have now.

Some would say it's a blessing, that it was part of a god's magical plan. But that's just merely a reassurance people say to themselves. Humans are vulnerable beings, they break down at every little thing because they couldn't handle it--and thus they turn to prayers or wishful thoughts like God. It gives them strength, the ability to push through knowing something good is bound to happen--faith.

But that is not who I am. I do not want to relent my will or wishes to a god, for to have them hold my faith means I'm not capable of fulfilling it myself and I do not like being underestimated. Some could say it's about my pride too, my ego. At this moment, however, I keep thinking if something would change if I were to bend my knees and pray like how other people would whenever they're in a predicament they cannot escape nor have the leverage to fix it.

"So let me get this straight," I placed my empty teacup back on the table, frowning towards the Demon King who was currently sitting on our old couch. "You found the child a year after I died which was six years ago, and waited for my revival before looking for me. How did you even know I was going to be revived? And considering you found me fast, you must have had already expected this."

"First of all," he lifted his cane, pointing it at me. "Celeztie stabbed you with a dagger which was capable of killing a Progenitor--"

"It didn't work--"

"Naturally, it didn't because the curses weren't completed--"

"Even if all those cursed filled that dagger, there is no way a human can kill--"

"Shhh, relax Princess." He silenced me, putting his finger on his lips that made me frown even deeper. "Celeztie is a Cursed Blood, a powerful one at that, had it been any other human--they would have already died upon the touching the weapon. She used the dagger as a way to push your soul off your mortal body."

"That still doesn't explain why I revived."

"With your Progenitor friend's time power which is beyond a demon like myself is capable of understanding, your soul was given time to heal and once that specified time passes by--you're going to revive if you, who was previously a Progenitor, wishes for it."

"How do you know it's seven years?"

"I met your distant daughter in one of my travels. She wasn't entirely sure about the revival herself, nor how long would the process take. In worse case scenario, it would have taken you more than twenty years. But let's be grateful nothing of the sort happened."

I sighed. "And?"

"That this was all part of a grand plan of making sure you're able to live happily ever after--"

"Not that. How is Celeztie?"

He seemed surprised for a moment, but he showed a genuine smile for once. "You're daughter's on the path of her own version of moving forward. She'll do fine."