When the egg exploded, particularly dark clouds gathered in the sky all over the planet. The temperature dropped slightly, about 0.5 degrees, but it was enough to shock any scientist to the core.
If it had been a massive volcano erupting, they could have understood why the planet's temperature was falling, but these were just strangely black clouds.
Some sensitive people suffering from depression, along with other superstitious individuals, saw this as a vision of the end of the world and took their own lives—jumping from buildings, hanging themselves, or shooting themselves—believing they were escaping the approaching apocalypse.
It didn't happen in just one country, but in several around the world. All the negative feelings seemed to take shape as a serpent and flew in a specific direction!
In Greece, a man with Middle Eastern features looked up at the sky with wide eyes. Then, he laughed—he laughed so hard that his calm and serene demeanor shattered.
As he stopped laughing, he wiped tears from the corners of his eyes and murmured to himself, "Dreams really can't be killed. Whether there's a hell or a heaven, you must be happy, Corvinus."
At the Black Mansion, the scene was even stranger. It seemed that the entire mansion was covered in a deep, cold darkness. The garden, the roses, the entire mansion was encased in a layer of ice about a meter thick.
In Asterion's Secret Laboratory.
"I have to say, it's a freak of nature," one of the six beings spoke calmly, observing the figure that had emerged from the egg. Its eyes were a blend of yellow and red, a color reminiscent of magma.
"Why not? It will be fun in the near future!" another being with multicolored eyes spoke in a feminine voice, full of excitement, as if she feared the world might be too peaceful for her.
"Everything has the right to be born, no matter what it is," the being they called Big Sister looked at Asterion and gently nodded her head.
After saying this, she glanced at Asterion once more and let out a tired sigh. Although she had said those words, she knew she still had more work to do, which made her look at him with a touch of resentment.
But just one resentful glance from her made Asterion's body shiver from head to toe; he felt as if he were trapped inside an ice cave.
Suddenly, a pair of thin arms wrapped around Asterion's neck, and all the coldness disappeared in her embrace.
All six beings raised their heads and saw a girl with extremely long hair floating in the air. A sacred yet demonic aura emanated from her body—a Goddess and a Demon Goddess, a being with two faces.
She held him in an embrace from behind, resting her face peacefully on his shoulder, her red eyes staring coldly at the six beings.
"Shub-Niggurath." A name escaped Asterion's lips as he felt the arms around his neck, the small body pressed against him. This made him smile; he had never smiled so happily before. He wanted to laugh out loud but held back, for he was not alone.
As the name was spoken, the space around them rippled violently. Merely mentioning the name could cause natural magical phenomena to any human sorcerer.
"You are not welcome. The front door is only for guests, so you may leave through the back door," Asterion said, looking at the six beings with a cold gaze. Honestly, he already had an idea of who they were, or rather, what they were, but he did not care.
"That's rude, throwing us out without even sharing a glass of wine. Have humans become so rude?" The being with eyes resembling volcanic magma spoke in an exaggerated tone, not hiding the amusement he felt at that moment.
Asterion smirked at his words. "Sharing a glass should be reserved for guests, not intruders."
"The boy has a sharp tongue," he muttered. "Whose idea was it to invade his house, anyway?"
"It was yours, airhead," another being replied angrily, their voice difficult to distinguish as either male or female. Its mere voice invoked a deep desire in everyone's heart; Asterion found himself thinking of Daphne naked in bed because of it.
"Let's go." The calm and serene feminine voice spoke before disappearing entirely from the laboratory, as if she had never been there.
"We'll meet again, boy," the being with magma eyes said before following his elder sister's lead and vanishing.
The being with multicolored eyes looked at Asterion and Shub-Niggurath with joy, waving at them before disappearing with the others, finally leaving Asterion alone.
The moment they vanished, Asterion's face grew even paler, and he fell to his knees, gasping for air. The dried blood on his face made him look even more terrifying.
Asterion felt that with every breath he took, his lungs burned as if they were on fire.
Suddenly, he felt his face being cupped by two small hands and looked up, exhausted, to see the face of his little ancestor staring down at him with a blank expression. But unlike her previous appearance as a ten-year-old, she had grown, becoming a young girl of fifteen or sixteen, though her height remained small, only about 5'2" (1.57 cm).
Anyone could have mistaken her for his twin sister due to the many similarities they shared. She was still naked, her hair partially covering her nudity. Although her face was expressionless, Asterion could see the concern in her eyes.
She leaned in and gently kissed his forehead, causing all his wounds, including his blood loss, to heal in the blink of an eye.
Asterion's eyes widened at the sight. You see, this was negative magical energy—even he couldn't come out unscathed if it came into contact with his skin.
One of the reasons he had never created a cursed spirit related to healing was because he could not use it on himself, only on his enemies. Instead of healing, it would hurt them more than it would heal. The human body was the natural enemy of Negative Magical Energy.
Humans had created the Reversal Spell, but that was all—just an incantation capable of limited healing.
This energy could not be used by humans under any circumstances, as it would cause more harm than healing, but defying all the world's logic, he watched a cursed spirit heal him as if it were the most normal thing in the world.
Smiling happily, Asterion felt one of the burdens he carried become lighter. His happiness made the girl show a small smile, though she seemed confused by the feeling flooding her being.
"We can't call you Shub-Niggurath; your real name is too powerful." Asterion calmed down and stood up, holding the girl in his arms. She did not resist and hugged him tightly, her expression full of dependence.
Asterion thought for a moment and smiled, the name he would give his future daughter coming to mind.
"Morgan Black," Asterion whispered, stroking the girl's black hair, which seemed weightless, as light as a feather.
Hearing her new name, Morgan's eyes sparkled with joy. She kissed his cheek and rested her head on his shoulder, her eyes fixed on Asterion's face.
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As Asterion walked through the halls of the mansion, he set aside the existence of primordial personifications of abstract concepts. His eyes were on the girl in his arms. She might look human, but she was something entirely different.
She was a genuine cursed spirit, but this race changed the more energy Morgan accumulated in her body. When Negative Magical Energy reached a certain level, it would transform into a completely new energy, a power capable of changing, manipulating, and creating anything.
However, even without reaching that power currently, Morgan was not weak; on the contrary, she was extremely strong. As her creator, Asterion knew her powers well.
The Field of Omnipotence.
Within a specific area, Morgan could literally do anything she desired. This was Morgan's initial ability, and there were two more to come, but for now, Asterion was content with just this one.
But there was a flaw: the size of the Field of Omnipotence was tiny compared to the area of destruction of Special Grade Cursed Spirits.
The Field of Omnipotence was an ability that required vast amounts of Negative Magical Energy, and even though Morgan had the highest amount of negative magical energy among all his cursed spirits, she could only use her power within a radius of ten meters. It was minuscule, considering that Special Grade Cursed Spirits could destroy entire cities.
Morgan, looking silently at Asterion, glanced at his clothes, and her eyes sparkled for a moment. In the next second, a black suit identical to Asterion's appeared on her body, making them look even more alike.
This made Asterion's lips curve into an extremely satisfied smile. Morgan had just subverted any magical concept of the wizarding world, for not even magic could conjure something out of nothing!
"Morgan, from today onwards, you are my sister," Asterion said, stopping in front of the living room door. He looked at the girl in his arms and gently set her down on the floor.
Morgan nodded and clutched Asterion's clothes with an expressionless look, her red eyes fixed on his face.
Asterion knew Morgan could speak; she simply didn't want to at the moment, something he respected.
Smiling at her, Asterion opened the doors. A beautifully decorated room with sofas and a fireplace appeared before him.
Asterion saw Sirius drinking as if there was no tomorrow; his grandfather's death had shaken the man more than he would like to admit. Not that Asterion wasn't grieving, but his mourning was silent. He did not have the privilege Sirius had to appear weak in front of his enemies.
Besides Sirius, Bellatrix was lying in a most inelegant position for a woman on the sofa, staring distractedly at the ceiling. But Asterion knew Bella was suffering, in her own way — a strange way, but that was who Bellatrix Black was.
When Asterion entered, Sirius didn't even bother to look, but Bellatrix glanced over casually. However, seeing someone next to her master, her eyes widened in shock at the scene before her.
What did she see?
A female version of her master!!! Bellatrix straightened up on the sofa and stared at the girl with a confused look. Given the tremors and the terrifying aura that had enveloped the mansion just a few minutes earlier, she had assumed that her beloved master was creating an immensely powerful cursed spirit to honor Arcturus.
But, looking at the girl, Bellatrix began to doubt her thoughts. She couldn't feel a trace of negative magical energy from the girl beside Asterion.
This convinced her that the girl was not a cursed spirit — of that, she was certain as the bearer of the Black House's Simplified Technique.
"Bella, this is Morgan Black, my sister." Asterion pointed to Morgan beside him and spoke directly, causing Bella's eyes to widen in surprise.
Even Sirius, who was drunk, looked at Asterion with confusion. When had the Black House gained so many descendants suddenly appearing every year?
Could it be that he had some children he still didn't know about?
He shook his head; he was sterile due to the inbreeding in his family. He couldn't have children; even potions couldn't fix such a severe flaw in his DNA.
Another reason he had given himself to drink until he was unconscious. Sirius shook his head and drank the rest of the whiskey straight from the bottle in one gulp, finally collapsing unconscious on the sofa.
Just before losing consciousness, Sirius muttered to himself, "You old fool. At least my father and brother will have company in hell. You arrogant, racist, cold old man... And yet, I still love you, old grouch."
"Hello, little Morgan, I am Bellatrix Black, my master's exclusive servant and maid!" Bellatrix introduced herself with a wide smile on her lips. Although confused about Morgan's parentage, Bella didn't ask and didn't want to. As long as her master liked it, she could recognize a filthy beggar as a brother.
Morgan looked at the woman and noticed the strange look in her eyes as she gazed at her brother. She looked at Asterion in confusion and remained silent, despite Bellatrix's introduction.
"It seems that little Morgan is shy," Asterion commented, gently stroking her hair, a touch of tenderness in his eyes. "Don't worry, Bella, Morgan still has to learn proper etiquette."
For the third time, Bellatrix's eyes widened in complete disbelief at the scene before her. She swore she had never seen Asterion look at anyone with such a gentle and tender gaze before!
Even with Narcissa, Asterion had never shown such an expression.
For the first time, Bellatrix looked at Morgan with a hint of respect.
Morgan glanced at Bellatrix and then turned her attention back to Asterion. She could feel an overwhelming sadness in his heart, and despite feeling this way, his face was so composed that it made her momentarily doubt her own senses.
This pain…
Morgan narrowed her eyes, a cold expression crossing her face. She knew this pain, the pain of losing someone important to you. It was how she had felt when she was killed by a cursed spirit, before her brother turned her into the same monster that had killed her.
Floating in the air under Bella's surprised gaze, Morgan rose to Asterion's eye level and gently stroked his head.
She remained silent as she stroked his head, her eyes fixed on his face with a quiet expression.
Asterion blinked a few times, understanding the situation, and looked at Morgan with a calm gaze. Like all his enslaved cursed spirits, Morgan was feeling what he was feeling — a natural empathy with her master that all the other cursed spirits possessed.
Raising his arm to stroke her hair, Asterion smiled gratefully and said, "I don't need comfort, Morgan."
Morgan looked at Asterion in confusion; his words puzzled her, but she narrowed her eyes with pleasure at the feel of his hand on her head.
Nodding, she descended to the floor again and held onto Asterion's clothes once more. Her long hair, which was two meters in length, dragged along the floor, but upon closer inspection, one would see that the soft, silky strands never actually touched the ground, floating just above it to avoid any dirt.
"Master, the others are preparing the funeral and the invitations." Ignoring Morgan's peculiarities, Bellatrix spoke with a happy, excited tone.
Asterion looked calmly at Bellatrix, listening to the cheerful tone in her voice, but remained silent about it. He knew that, like him, this was her way of grieving.
"Sirius and I will prepare Arcturus's body to be in perfect condition for the funeral. When the invitations are ready, I'll use my cursed spirits to deliver them to the future guests," Asterion commented calmly. Now that he had settled Morgan's creation, he wouldn't let Narcissa and his other cousins handle everything alone.
"Hmm." Bella nodded but pointed at Sirius. "The little doggie drank five bottles of whiskey; I'll be surprised if he wakes up tomorrow."
Asterion looked at the unconscious Sirius on the sofa and the glass bottles scattered on the floor with a helpless expression.
"It's fine, I'll handle it myself," he sighed, leaving the living room and leaving Bella behind. Morgan followed behind him, unfazed by the occasional glances she received from Bellatrix.
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