【VXDX】 Oneshots

09 - Asti The Cambion

Summary:

Asti's Cambion background story.

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There's a reason why the Nightraven Twins strongly believe in the Supernatural being real, in Magic being real.

At first it is because of the stories their Grandpa Lucere would tell them during bedtime as kids, then self discovery of books or comics about it.

But what actually solidified their belief, although they weren't allowed to tell anyone as they were put under Nightraven Oath, is a certain accident that their closest cousin has fallen into.

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As part of a family with lots of enemies from being part of the Mafia, at age 6 Runar started The Nightraven Training. The Training every Nightraven undergone for years ever since the Nightraven Family became a Mafia ran Family.

Alongside being homeschooled, he is also training with basic martial arts and self defense class.

Everything was great for the following years for him, he was on par with the Twins who aced all of it from the start and didn't struggle as much as him.

By age 11, Sixth Grade where he was now had been attending Nightraven Academy since Fourth Grade, on his way home he was ambushed by assassins.

Older, more experienced in actual combat, bigger and out numbering him he stood his ground on the onslaught of attacks by his incredible defense yet in the end it wasn't enough.

A miscalculated dodge got him with two serrated daggers stabbed deep then slashed in a cross in his chest.

The knives not only managed to cut through his lungs and heart but also slice his sternum and ribs in the X it left on him.

Just as fast as the assassins arrived they also vanished after the deed was done.

Leaving behind in a dark alley a gasping, bleeding to death Runar. Barely holding on to life with a shaky hand to his chest. By the next minute he's down, face first slumping to the concrete with a soft thud.

Hours have passed, no one knows what has happened to him as he is typically always home late right after school.

Hours passed with his dead body completely hidden in the darkness of the alley and not yet seen by any passer by.

Hours when all of a sudden the supposed dead corpse drew a deep gasping breath.

He struggled to get up from the blood puddled concrete, panting deeply with wide eyes of horrified realization that he just died, WAS dead.

He felt tired yet energized at the same time. His mind is buzzing with new things. His sight, his hearing, his smelling, his taste buds, his everything feels too heightened, too sharp, too much enhanced.

He swore he could hear for 500 miles radius, maybe even more, people chattering, conversing, walking, cars whizzing by, stray dogs barking, papers rustling somewhere. He could smell thousands or more scents, great smelling perfume somewhere, garbage on the other alley, coffee from a coffee shop, the books in the school's library. He could see so many things at once, colors of all varieties, zooming vision from one direction to another, transparent like people..? Ghosts?? He could feel the concrete under him with its very grainy texture, it's very atom.

The gaping X wound on his chest have stopped bleeding, he could feel his skin mending, his erratic beating heart beating even faster as the tear in it close up, his could feel the lung full intakes of shaky breath he takes too vividly for his liking, his bones snapping back together like it never were cut by a serrated dagger.

It took seconds and the only sign of his wound being there is a jagged X scar on his chest.

And just like that he escaped death and is back in the world of living like nothing happened...

Except his meet up with the Reaper, or at least a vague memory of it. He can't exactly recall what happened while he was dead, all he remembers was looking down on his bleeding body in an out-of-body experience and a black hooded and scythe wielding guy with glowing blue eyes under the hood's shadows was talking to him.

He can't recall what it was exactly that they were talking about, but things surely got intense, the Reaper moved to a reaping position, scythe in hand ready to swing at him, until he felt an unknown force pull him back.

It pulled him back until he was standing right on top of his dead body and then down, until everything blacked out and the next thing he knew he was gasping for air and suddenly alive.

Blaring senses aside, there wasn't a sign of the Reaper anywhere. He didn't linger in the alley way for long, the assassins might come back for his supposedly dead body to be cleaned up any time. He took the fastest and most hidden route back home.

And with one question in mind that he wants to be answered right away by his parents.

That is how then his understanding of his family's secrets became wider and more complicated and never ended.

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