Ophelia'S Destiny Line
CHAPTER O8: ASAEL'S PAST LIFE.

...Eleazar Asael's...

...POVS...

"Handling just makes you helpless!"

Whenever I was wounded by the war I had created myself, I always listened to my mother's whispers once, when I was a little bit in opposition to the decisions of my ancestors.

I have the blood of the first generation, the strongest beast that first created this world form. The first generation glorified themselves to mention every piece of blood that was born with the name Eleazar.

Eleazar the Great.

For their privilege and strength, the commandment of the Lord who sent down the first generation in the world was ignored. They denied marrying the handrails, or the earthmen who had ceased to serve.

For centuries the ancestors lived, but the extinction wiped out a part of the population, because they could not stop the energy division within. They disintegrate, fuse, and fuse with the ground.

That extinction made the remaining few finally choose to perform the summoning ritual, and the second generation of their hand-hold marriage was born. The second generation is not as good as the first generation. They are sensitive, and have a weak immune system. They are not as strong as we are, and that is what makes them disobey God's commandments.

My father and mother insisted on refusing to perform the ritual, and I was born the youngest first generation of my time.

Since childhood, the mother always said not to marry the handrails. And every day, every year anyway, I was consumed by mother's whispers, until father and mother died, leaving me the only first generation left.

A thousand years I spent wandering in battle with the bounty hunters who quoted me, having begun to establish a government that regulates the living system. However, when I was a teenager, my leader died and I had to take his place. Since then I have been dealing with an endless war.

During the thousand years that I began to realize something, I started to get weak. Every time I finish fighting, I have to be treated by the help of the holy women. Maybe it used to be just one, and that's also I don't often until I'm defeated like now.

I still denied performing the ritual, until I found peace for my group, and had lived 20 years without being based on war. But I am getting weaker. Just how much the holy woman slept with me was unable to control the energy split within me, not even the power of the banyan tree helped that much. It would take me a week to recover.

I still won't do it, until the day death approaches me. It felt like I wanted to explode, like the ancestors, then fuse with the ground. Suddenly my heart moved to perform the ritual, and I found a human inside.

Her name is Ophelia.

"Nggh-Uhh!"

Feels great. It was as if I was the strongest person in the world. The entire energy in my body began to align and stabilize at the same time. Not only that, the dead energies came back to life, making my strength increase.

It's great! As if I were reborn!

"A-asael.... Nghh-uh...!"

I kissed her red plum lips. I'm not a person who likes things like this, the women just sleep with me, do nothing. However, it seems Ophelia will make me find a new hobby?

After more hours of controlling Ophelia's entire body, I'm out in it. At that moment, there was a light engraved on the surface of the skin on his lower abdomen, right in the part of his uterus. The carving is in the form of a female womb symbol that resembles flowers. The light then began to fade, and left beautiful dark red carvings there.

Ophelia lay limp and regulated her breathing. Several times he blinked his eyes, then looked at me as if asking me to stop my actions.

I didn't want to be stamped crazy, I pulled out my things and secured Ophelia's sleeping position, after which I lay beside her.

I just did it with a handle. Everything people said was wrong.

"Asahel..." Ophelia murmured, she turned around and clasped herself into my body.

Feels weird... I rarely even once intended to approach the women of this land, nor the holy women who kept coming to help me. Talking to women I don't know how, so why on Ophelia I don't think about such things? It seems like an old habit.

What a strange event...

"Tomorrow we're going to the old temple, we must-"

I just realized that Ophelia had fallen asleep in my arms.

Actually, I never really paid attention to any woman. However, somehow Ophelia's face, her long hair, her slender body made me realize, Ophelia is a beautiful woman.

No wonder why so many men and women in the city always seem to notice it.

"Maybe I should be grateful for what I'm getting right now?"