Chains Of Heaven

In the space inside Enkidu's body the energy inside him was accelerating more and more.

The chaotic and potent energy was circulating his entire body, improving his body and profound energy quickly. However, the power was still too much due to how explosive the entry of energy was. In actuality you could say that the entry of energy was exactly the limit of what he could handle since it reached a point of balance when he activated the Limit Sublimation Art.

Originally, the Limit Sublimation Art was an revolutionary and magic profound art that was wildly practiced by many madmen who wanted to improve. Its creator was a man who fought against and practiced continuously since he was young. He was originally talentless, a person who had no natural talent but that refused to accept this.

He continuously fought and went to the edge, tried all he could and more to stimulate his meager talent and took many times more time than regular geniuses to grow. But, his determination paid off and, in the end, he went further than all the other great talents that mocked him in the past. The Limit Sublimation Art was the technique he created by accident originally and that he dedicated his entire life to.

However, he was talentless in the end, his technique was flawed in many ways but no one was able to evolve it further since those with greater talent were decidedly not interested in improving it since there would be a need of testing it again and again and only those desperate to grow would ever do such a thing.

But that was no problem for Enkidu and his Library of Heaven's Path. The originally heavily flawed technique was now much closer to perfection. The threshold of what was considered the 'limit' of the body was lowered immensely, making one at least able to actively use the Art instead of depending on it working by itself when in the border of life and death, not only that he could actively put himself in the state of the limit between life and death at will now or at least simulate it to a degree thus making him able to practice this profound art whenever he wants even if the effects of doing it this way were lesser than in the typical fashion.

The second benefit is the deeper awakening and improvement of one's own bloodline. Just as profound beasts have bloodlines so do humans and other races, it is less determining than a profound beast bloodline in the growth of a person but it still exists. That is especially so for any half-decent clan, a bloodline being similar in nature to what a magic crest is for a magus in the world of Type-Moon, that means that when passing down generation after generation there would be the engraving of one's understandings and abilities into one's bloodline to be passed down to the next generation.

The longer one's bloodline is the more it grows in acc.u.mulated knowledge and potential for the family's profound arts. That is also the reason why marriages between clans are not really that common since there is always a chance that the union of two bloodlines may cause damage or attrition between the bloodline inheritances of the clan. There is always a chance for a happy coincidence where two clans' bloodlines match well enough and the two become the closest of allies or even become one and the same with time, but that is not especially normal so it doesn't necessarily happen often.

But, amongst all clans in ALL of the Realm of the Gods and the lower realms there is one singular exception. One clan that would always be able to perfectly match with any other and increase the power of the new bloodline immensely. That is the most honored and also the most sorrowful clan of them all.

The Dongfang clan.

The Dongfang clan is a clan that exists since the age of gods, they were known back then as one of the strongest clans in that time even approaching the level of the 12 Godking clans. The main difference between them and other clans is simple, all their members are born in contact with the Chaos Energy. This makes them all have unnatural bodies and talents, those born with inherent abilities or special eyes like the Byakugan or the Rinnegan or those born with Supreme Being Bones or other such abilities happened all the time within this clan and even those without them had a talent in some area that could shock past and present.

It was a clan to be feared, if not for one detail.

They were a truly good clan. They were all inherently just and fair, all hating bloodshed and killing unless necessary. They were such a good clan and people that even the act of fighting them or killing them became considered the same as hunting down the Wood Spirit Race, such was their reputation. They also could always pass down their advantages to other clans who sired children with them, thus they were highly sought after by all clans no matter if they were big or small. With time, despite their best efforts, the clan started to dwindle out as time passed, their clan members being hunted down to become little more than breadstock and those who remained dispersed amongst the Lower Realms in hopes of surviving there.

Amongst the many places where the clan dispersed one of them happened to be the same Blue Pole Star that Enkidu lives in, not only that the clan dispersed into two with one going to another continent and taking another name and the other being in the Azure Cloud Continent.

And somehow, for reasons that are yet unknown, Enkidu's mother was a member of this prestigious but desolate clan, a clan of people too good for the world they live in.

And now, inside Enkidu, the bloodline of both the Heaven Smithing Clan and the Dongfang Clan are stirring.

This stirring was not only an improvement to them. It was an awakening of fragments of memories long lost in the annals of time and that only what is left in the bloodline remains. The blood remembers, even if all else forgets the blood in one's veins always remember.

A resonance of souls brought about by the connection from blood began to form, the stir of his blood connecting him to his ancestors who he carries his blood from, memory fragments and impressions as well as the general personality of both appearing in his mind.

One bloody and salvage, wanting for killing and reeking of bloodl.u.s.t, but with the older ones, those of ancient times, having a certain code of honor and way of acting that he could respect, justice and fairness in their actions. It was like if the blood got murkier and dirtier with each subsequent generation, and the once glorious clan of fair, if cruel, members now descended into an evil clan.

On the other side he could sense something blocking him, something he still could not activate, but nonetheless the connection he could sense in this side was different, it was filled with inending sadness and honor, of a d.e.s.i.r.e for good but a lack of ambition. He could especially sense fear from it, as if there was something terrible that has happened or is about to happen and that this side of him fears the most, he could almost sense as if a terrible thing will happen in the future. From this blood he also could feel a gentleness unmatched, and from the closest kin of his he could sense something he never really felt before in this life of his.

Love.

He could feel it, a sense of love that he never felt, an unquestionable and unending love for him.

He could feel his mother's soul imprint in his blood, he could remember parts of her life at this brief moment, of the clan she loved, of the suffering she endured in the hands of the Heaven Smithing clan, of her **** (seeing this, feeling this, he began to think about a light purge of at least the top of that clan, if for nothing else to avenge what he could see from his mother's memories) and he could see it.

In her final moments she heard it, the midwife that had just given to birth him told his mother how he would not survive. Instead of despair his mother closed her eyes and concentrated, from her body blood began to pour as she concentrated, her entire blood essence, even her unique heavenly gift she was born with, she transferred it all to Enkidu with a smile. Even as her body shivered and she aged at a visible speed she just spoke words of love for the child in her arms.

In her last moments, she gave Enkidu a kiss on the forehead and asked him to live a life he could feel proud of, that she would forever be with him and forever would she protect him as part of him. That she was a failure as a mother who could not even let him live properly, but at least she would give him her everything as he was her everything.

"My baby, my precious baby. I am sure, you will become a legend in this world, destined to be a supreme being. But remember, no matter if you become a fiend or a saint or what you decide to do, mother will always love you, I always will. Please, excuse this weak mother who could not even give you a proper birth, but I give you my everything, my beloved babe." She then took a great look at his face when her eyes were starting to lose the ability to see and laughed a bit, despite her graying hair and her lips cracking her smile was the most beautiful she has ever had. "You are so beautiful, so very beautiful. I am sure that you will find many pretty ladies that will be running after you, but make sure that they are good to you. That they love you, that is the most important. And tell them that, if they don't, then I will haunt them for playing with you." She then coughed, some dried up blood appearing from her mouth as she cried her last. "Oh no, I did not wish that your first view of me would be like this. I wish to give you one last smile before I leave, forgive your mother please I really wish I could be there for you."

As Enkidu saw this he burst into tears, his body was in pain and his energy was still rampaging but he could not care for that. As these memories so deeply imbued in his blood awakened in him he cried and cried, this was the first time he cried in so long he could not ever remember anymore.

That cry became rage, however, when he realized something.

His mother, beside the blood essence that allowed him to live, had given him something else. The unique heavenly gift she was born with, a Supreme Being Bone, a symbol from the Heavens that the one born with it was destined to become a great being. She could never understand why her, who never sought the martial way in her life and never wanted it in the first place, was born with such a thing until her very end when she gave it to Enkidu. She had complete faith that the one who will become a Supreme Being is her son and that her decision to give him even this was certainly not wrong. It was so much so that the fusion of the bone with him, something that normally would be dangerous, happened with such an ease as if they were meant to be.

And yet, Enkidu did not have it.

He knew his body perfectly, he long since knowing everything about it, but the last gift from his mother was not on him. Instead, he could remember a word of how the Young Master of the Heaven Smithing clan had one in him. Oh, Enkidu remembered how many times he has heard of how this half-brother of his was destined for greatness, of how he and Enkidu were as different as they could be, and how this Young Master was born to be a Supreme Being.

Thus, when Enkidu understood this, of how the Heaven Smithing clan had stolen even the last gift his mother left for him despite knowing it could cripple Enkidu forever, of their actions to his mother and the shamelessness of the clan, for the first time of his life Enkidu felt true hate and bloodl.u.s.t, a d.e.s.i.r.e to kill and rampage, of destroying those who should be destroyed.

Enkidu slowly opened his eyes, they were flashing red as he spoke up next.

"Heaven Smiting Clan, I swear that I will not allow for this to go unpunished, I will you all suffer for this and reclaim all that you have taken from me!" As Enkidu swore this he violently repressed all the memories and inheritances that came from that side of his blood, he refuse to even think of himself as a member of this clan. He would rather die than use anything from them.

Thus a feud that would end inevitably in blood was formed.