Wu Han, The Black Swordsman. {Chronicles Of Heavenly Demon Fan-Fic.}
Author: Himkuna© WebNovel
Chapter 1: Number 702.
In the far reaches of space in an unamed universe, amidst the blazing stars, were two lights seemingly chasing each other.
The first light was black with a tinge of red around it. Within the light was a shattered, pitch black weapon with a swirling mass of similarly black goo around it.
The other light was the opposite.
Completely white with a blue tinge around it.
Within the light was a man completely shrouded with the blaring brightness of the cosmos themselves.
His face was filled with urgency as he chased the first light down, disregarding any destroyed stars or empty planetoids in the process.
"The All-Black and Knull's last remaining essence. Even though he was defeated, if that thinhlg takes over someone else, we could be looking at the emergence of another Knull. If that happens...Tch!!"
The man used the utmost of his power to chase the light down but it was to no avail, he couldn't get any closer.
On the other hand, the remaining consciousness within the shattered blade was scanning the entire universe, the multiverse even, looking for a host that it could safely join with while being out of reach of any enemies.
"Enemies...are...too...numerous. Multiverse...too...dangerous. Only...one...option. The...living...abyss
...must...thrive!!"
The blade reluctantly shattered one its remaining pieces, causing it to immensely speed up.
The man in the white light was shocked at this and did all he could to catch up, but it was already too late.
The black light continued speeding up so much that it eventually 'sped' out of existence, leaving the man in the white light in disarray.
"No, no!! This can't happen again! If another Knull emerges...! I need to contact the Enigma!!"
The man immediately flew away with more urgency than ever before, desperate to rectify the problem.
Little did he know, that it was too late. The blade had left the multiverse completely, going to a place that him nor the Enigma could reach.
[On an unnamed planet in a random universe]
The black light suddenly arrived in the bright blue skies of the planet. Its light flickering wildly as it struggled to stay afloat.
The swirling mass of goo around it tried to reinforce it, but it barely even helped.
"Must...find...host."
The current blade was so weak that if it didn't manage to find a host within a few minutes, it would fade into nothingness once again.
That couldn't happen.
It had to raise another Lord In Black to get revenge on it's enemies.That was what it's creator would've wanted.
It wandered through the sky, scanning various people as it tried to choose a host. That's when it saw a certain scene happening not far ahead.
Two men were walking towards a small waterfall as they carried the body of young boy within their hands.
The blade could sense that the boy was almost dead, his body failing from overuse. But more importantly, it could sense his malice, his hatred, his discontent.
The blade could sense that he didn't feel these things because the men presumably killed him, but because there was something he had left undone with his life.
On a whim and because it was running out of time, the blade decided to choose this boy, as it had seen some latent potential in him.
Albeit quite untapped.
When the two men threw the boy's body in the water and turned around, the blade flew into the boy's body with such speed that the water barely even rippled.
As the boy was basically on his deathbed, it was extremely easy for the blade to merge with him. Even the swirling mass of black goo merged deep within his skin with extreme ease.
Now that it had found a host, the All-Black only had one thing left before it started to focus on recovery.
"Wake up, human."
The boy heard a voice within his head and jolted awake immediately, finding himself drowning in the depths of a body of water.
With newfound strength, the boy swam with all his strength and jumped back onto the edge where the two men stood, surprising them.
They stopped their conversation, immediately spun around and glared at him, ready to take him down once again.
The boy, sensing the gravity of the situation, dropped to his knees and banged his forehead on the ground.
"Sir, number 702, reporting! I apologize for being so weak as to faint while training! Please forgive me!"
Both of them were surprised by his emergence.
"Urgh!"
One of them walked up to him and kicked him in the gut, sending the boy flying into the nearby bushes.
The boy gripped his stomach and struggled up to his feet, his eyes filled with determination.
The instructor smiled as he nodded and said, "Forgiven. Now get back to training. Everyone else is just over the hill. Don't fail us again."
The boy bowed and started running back towards the direction of the training ground, his speed surprising the instructors once again.
"Hm, I've never seen that before. This Cave Of Latent Demons sure is special huh?"
The other instructor nodded. Now, this boy would be one they would be expecting great improvements from.
Unbeknownst to them though, the boy was even more surprised at his current physical state.
'I was sure that i was going to die, so what happened? Why do I feel so much stronger? What was that voice that woke me up? It sounded so...evil.'
So many questions appeared in the boy's head but none of them could be answered in the slightest.
When he got back to the training ground, the head instructor raised an eyebrow when he saw him, but just shouted, "Number 702, hurry up! You think you're special because you managed to avoid death?!"
The boy got back in formation, got down in a horse stance and started punching as he responded, "No sir!"
"Then, make sure you keep up this time!"
The boy threw each subsequent punch with more force, shouting, "Yes Sir!!"
This was daily life at the Cave Of Latent Demons. Train, ingest poison to build resistance, train again.
For the past several years, this fact did not change. At the behest of the Heavenly Demon himself, this cave was much harsher and unforgiving than the others.
After all, the cult was preparing for something big.
The instructor had the children throwing punches and kicks for a few more hours until the moon came up.
Then, he let them go get some time for themselves in their rooms.
Usually, after they were done with a training session like that, Number 702 couldn't feel his body but now, he barely even felt fatigue.
It was strange.
Ignoring the weird looks from the other kids who thought that he would be dead, Number 702 opened up his door, revealing a small room with a stone bed, a little blanket and a candle within.
'I need to figure out what happened, and fast.'
Number 702 threw his green robe that was soaked with water and sweat to the corner as he sat on the bed cross legged.
"Now, let's see..."
The moment he tried to feel the changes in his body, he was shocked at what he saw.
What seemed to be fragments of a shattered blade laid in his heart, which had now turned pitch black.
The darkness was spreading to the rest of his body, but the process was slow. But, instead of feeling scared of the darkness, Number 702 felt a kind of...longing towards it.
It was as if he had just reunited with a close friend or lover that had been away for some time.
Additionally, his shadow was...different. It seemed alive.
'What happened to me when i was in the water...'
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