The Blacksmith

XXVI

۵𝘎𝘰𝘭𝘥 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘉𝘳𝘰𝘯𝘻𝘦۵

To [name], it didn't matter how many times they seen an overblot or how many more they will see, it still intrigued them.

Sure, there can be problems when they overuse their abilities but nothing to this extent. It made them wonder why the mages here never thought about another way to help direct magic without the risk of damage to the user.

Although, it could also just be an effect that can't change. They kept that in mind too.

What they would never tell anyone though was a part of them, a part where they would never choose to share, thought overblots were beautiful.

Each one was different and unique. Each one told a different story, a new perspective of life, a way of thinking. And that was beautiful.

Shaking their head to rid themself of such thoughts, [name] looked at Vil in his overblot state.

Their spear felt cool in their overheated hands, the urge to try and burn away the poison that was filling the space was strong. They didn't want to give into the urge, not yet at least.

Spells were flying all over the place. It was easy to tell that Vil was a strong opponent.

He hit hard and could take hits, something that made [name] a bit pissed off. In all honesty they were done with fighting, they did less fighting in their world when monsters were trying to kill them for gods sake!

And [name] was tired, no, they were exhausted.

Their grip on their spear loosened just a bit. They wanted to be done with it all, they wanted to be done fighting for someone—something else.

It felt suffocating in this opened space. The noise was starting to all blend together. They wanted to leave.

"𝘠𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘮𝘢𝘫𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘺," 𝘢 𝘷𝘰𝘪𝘤𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘴𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘥 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘴𝘰 𝘥𝘦𝘢𝘳 𝘴𝘢𝘪𝘥 𝘪𝘯 𝘧𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘱𝘰𝘭𝘪𝘦𝘵𝘯𝘦𝘴𝘴.

"𝘖𝘶𝘳 𝘳𝘦𝘱𝘶𝘵𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘣𝘦 𝘥𝘢𝘮𝘢𝘨𝘦𝘥," 𝘢 𝘧𝘦𝘮𝘢𝘭𝘦 𝘷𝘰𝘪𝘤𝘦 𝘴𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘴. "𝘐 𝘥𝘰 𝘩𝘰𝘱𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶'𝘳𝘦 𝘥𝘰𝘪𝘯𝘨..."

The half-blood didn't notice when a stray spell was sent their way, they didn't notice until it hit them in the head.

Maybe they did notice, maybe they just didn't care anymore.
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They woke up to the sound humming. Someone was gently stroking their hair, scratching their scalp in a comforting manner once in while.

While their was blurry they thought they saw the outline of their mom, sitting beside them. They leaned into the woman's hand ever so slightly.

Their eyes closed once more, taking the peaceful moment in bliss.

The goddess only kept humming comforting the demigod. She thought they could some love right now, even if she specializes in romantic love, she knew when family love was needed.

Once the demigod was fast asleep, she carefully took her hand from their head and set down some ambrosia and nectar and leaned down at kissed their forehead before leaving.

She couldn't stay long, not with her father's ban on seeing the poor demigod. Though she wished could stay longer, she really did.

She knew they were in good hands. After all they were in the dorm that represented her the most.
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The second time [name] woke up, they didn't recognize where they were. They were in a too fancy room, which automatically put them on edge.

"Henchhuman!" Grim says happily and immediately hurried over to them.

"Grim...?" [name] asked, still not being fully awake to comprehend most things.

And with that, [name] sat there was Grim excitedly recalled to the demigod what happened after they passed out.
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The half-blood soon found out that they were in Pomefiore. And both Vil and Rook, put them on bed rest for a couple days even with [name]'s constant protests.

They never liked bed rest, they could never stay still enough and staying in one place made them feel anxious. Especially if it was unfamiliar.

Vil didn't allow anyone to see them, saying how [name] needed rest and some time alone to heal. [name] thought this is was stupid, they need all this time to heal, they could eat some ambrosia and call it a day.

But no, they couldn't tell anyone they were a demigod and heal easier than mortals. Stupid rules, they though bitterly.

They wondered how much easier life would be if they didn't have the rules in place to separate the mortal and immortal world. Unfortunately, they knew it would be chaotic and dangerous if the rules to separate the divine and the world went away or became irrelevant.

Why was being a demigod so hard? They thought with a groan and laid back down on the bed.
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Finally, the model let them leave the dorm to go back to Ramshackle. It felt nice, to see the old building again.

Not being able to sleep like always, the half-blood went outside to get air. A sense of calm washed over them, the night sky relaxed them. That was until they felt a familiar presence next to them.

"Hello child of man." His green eyes looked down at them.

"Hi again, it's been awhile Malleus."

"You figured out who I am?" He asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Well, my friends were shocked to find out who I invited. They told me what you did while I was passed out and asked constantly how I knew you." [name] answered him, though not thanking him. They heard stories about the fae and they wanted to be safe.

"I see." Malleus hummed slightly.

The stars glimmered in the night sky, Nyx's domain surrounding the two standing outside. If only it could be this peaceful forever, [name] wished it could.

Unfortunately, they half-blood knew that they would never truly get peace unless they get back to their worlds afterlife. They knew that peace could only be achieved if they die. And wasn't that a sad truth.

Looking up at the sky, [name] felt at peace yet a deep sadness was also present. But somehow, that sadness made the peaceful nature seem more natural to the demigod.
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A/N:
End of this arc! 😝