Im A Busy Man

[ MC P.O.V ]

I was rocking in my chair on the porch smoking out of my pipe, while I was carving a staff out from some World Tree branch I acquired with my power, while I may vow to not use my power for myself so I can experience life, I would use it to give my kids the best.

I hummed a tune I once came by from a wandering caravan, I can remember all my interactions throughout the years, I truly do like living the mortal life, but the clouds give an auspicious sign these days.

I could hear the kids coming back through the unkempt path because of the leaves, I put on my small circular glasses and got in my old man mode and kept carving and acting like I never heard them.

" We're back! ", Daemon yelled, while Angel hit him on the back of his head for being loud.

" Hey grandpa? " Angel said while walking up to me, " When can we go into the study, we've already learnt everything. "

Daemon nodded along as he sense young has wanted to read the books in the study.

" This question again? Bah, why do you want in this old mans study, I aint got nothin for you kids these days. " I shook my head.

" Please grandpa? " Daemon asked, " Yeah, pretty please? ", Angel poked on.

" On your eighteenth birthday's you can go in the study then, consider it a goal to work for. " I shook my head and went back to slowly carving the staff.

The kids quickly nodded and went inside, though they kept peering at me and the study every now and then while they whispered to each other, it seems they encountered something in the city, but if they don't wish for me to know what they're talking about, I wont eavesdrop.

- 2 Years Later -

I had finished carving Angel's staff a year ago and have been working on Daemon's ever since, this one I made out from rock and crystal so it was significantly harder to shape, but easier to enchant.

While Angel's staff had a vine like design wrapping around it and the symbol of a crescent moon at the top that I made from crystallized life essence from the water in the path of reincarnation. The crystals were jagged and coming out of the stone staff I made for daemon, as I thought it suits his direct and overbearing style of magic, the crystals were made from crystallized dragon blood and the rock taken from the pillars in the God's Continent.

Only the best! Or so I tell myself. I had both of them finished and added the finalized enchantments onto them the day before there eighteenth birthday, and just to remind myself, I finally know the dread of parents, when there kids want something really bad.

It feels like the only thing Ive heard for 2 years is questions and no family time, they keep heading out to the city and come back with all these weird objects and what I presume is currency. Daemon even registered at the adventurers guild in town and so did angel ! I feel my brain processing so much.

They wont even tell me there ranks, saying they're going to 'surprise' me, you think this old man doesn't know you want to tell me your A rank when you reach it? Bah, A rank ain't nothin, I raised you good enough to be at least S.

I went outside from the study once I was done enchanting the staffs and put them into two separate hand-crafted wooden containers.

I went outside and rested in my rocking chair waiting for them to come back.

And when they did, they seemed to be more excited than starved tigers who just found a dying elephant. " We're back! " Angel yelled first, shocking Daemon.

I opened my eyes and sat up, " Yeah yeah, I know what your here for, bah. "

I led them to the door of my study and unlocked it and handed both of them a key I made for them.

" Don't forget your gifts in there. " I puffed, and looked at my right wrist, somethings been wrong with this body I created.

I went outside and sat on the rocking chair, I inspected the body I made for myself, Its just a temporary one since using my power to change my looks every year or two was getting annoying and it looked unnatural.

' Damn, did I make this thing to old? ' I questioned myself.

' Bah, just one last rest in this chair before I send them off. ' I closed my eyes and slowly rocked in my chair, till it stopped rocking.

[ The Kids ]

Daemon was going through the books while angel looked at the two boxes on the study desk.

" Come over here Daemon. " Angel pulled him over from the books.

He looked at the box with his name inscribed in it, " Whats in them? "

" How would I know? " Angel shook her head and opened her box, while Daemon quickly opened his.

" Our own staff ~! " Both exclaimed, sense they've been limited to practice staff's since learning magic.

" How long did these take? " Daemon asked, angel responded with, " At least years, grandpa doesn't move like he used to. " She shook her head with a sigh.

They never brought it up with him, but they could see him rapidly aging unlike with normal humans, he was visibly getting a bit older every day, and his hands were moving slower, although it didn't seem like grandpa minded it, almost like he barely noticed.

" Heh, lets read the books first, who knows when we'll be back in here! " Daemon exclaimed, which Angel agreed.

They spent a few hours reading and copying down what they found important in notes and putting them in a sub-space, a common 3rd tier magic that can be upgraded to even a advanced 4th tier magic, the more magic power people have the bigger there sub-space, requiring you to be at least a 3rd tier magician to have enough to even open the sub-space.

Daemon after an hour went to the last book-case which had wooden doors on them which were inscribed into the wood with some fourth tier protection runes, it seemed to be a test for the two.

While they dare not say there the best fourth tier magicians, they can easily claim to not be the worst, so after an hour of racking there brains they cracked it.

And soon they found the fifth tier magic that they theorized would be in here. Which made them both shocked as after 2 years of learning more about outside society and the true importance of knowledge for magicians, they dare not say even a national magician tower have this many 5th tier magic books in one place.

They quickly copied down from the books while they both found the two books in the center, each with a lock with what they could see were God Runes used in a fifth tier magic lock ritual. They each thought about the keys they were gave which looked slightly different and had two different runes inscribed.

For daemon he got a 6th tier magic book titled 'The Art of Destruction' which was a ritual requiring different components that was highly versatile, allowing to bring a plague if the last component was a dead magic rat beast of at least fourth rank, or bring destruction by meteor if a magma core brought from a high-tier fire dragon is used.

Angel got a 6th tier magic book titled 'The Art of Life' which was a ritual requiring different components, similar to 'The Art of Destruction' for say the last component was a four leaf clover from the spring of life, it would grant the entire continent good luck if provided enough magic, or if a Phoenix feather was used, it could even bring the dead back to life.

They were both shocked by what they found and rushed out to ask grandpa some questions, but before they left they noticed two sets of clothes at a nightstand at the door. One was a mix of gold lining and dove white cloth gathered from a Giant Dove and a Charcoal Black like lining which was actually Black Mithril with dragon veins running through it to make it more flexible, and a red cloth like material gathered from the wings of a dead Monarch-Dragon.

They quickly put them on as they don't want grandpa's hard work at sewing to go to waste.

Daemon stepped out the door at first but quickly shut the door before Angel could step outside.

[ Daemons P.O.V ]

" Grandpa.. " I whispered.

" Grandpa... " I whispered again, " Grandpa..! " I said louder, " Grandpa! " I said at the loudest I could. I casted a quick lock charm on the door to prevent angel stepping outside for even just a minute.

I ran over to grandpa and shook him, I then remembered what he tough us and I checked his heart beat, it had stopped beating.. I tried to sense any magic circulating through him, but I noticed.. grandpa didn't even have a magic core in him anymore.

I cant let her see this.. she'll be devastated... I have to think of something, anything, quickly, THINK.

Will she be able to go on knowing he died? No, she loves him to much, I love him to but I have to be the man in this situation, I cant let her spend the rest of her life in agony over it.. how do I keep this from her but keep her will to move forward? F.u.c.k... f.u.c.k... f.u.c.k.. f.u.c.k F.U.C.K F.U.C.K F.U.C.K. I smashed my hand into the wall as she stepped out and I made a globe in my hand with a simple light spell. To try and do a trick I was taught early on by grandpa, I can make things appear invisible by reflecting the light from the sun off of them. But she then stepped out after unlocking the door..

[ Angels P.O.V ]

I finally got the door unlocked, I hate it when Daemon does stupid things like this, its not a good joke, trying to talk to grandpa first, hmph!

I stepped outside the door, but I saw... Daemon.. his eyes at that moment seemed to be glowing red (The absorption of fire essence from his robes), his long fingers that at the moment seemed more like claws, grasping a ball of essence... and a in-responsive grandpa, the moment I stepped out I knew he was dead... I cant feel the essence of life on his body anymore.. the beautiful and abundant essence of life that was always there.. was gone with a moment.

" Daemon... how could you.. HOW COULD YOU DAEMON. " I yelled

" Its not what you think! " He yelled back

" HE RAISED US DAEMON! HE RAISED YOU! AND YOU TAKE HIS CORE FOR WHAT, TO LEARN THE MAGIC IN THE STUDY?! WAS IT WORTH IT DAEMON! " I yelled back, tears falling.

" Its not like that! " He replied, but at that moment, he wasn't my brother, he wasn't even remotely human, he was a demon.

" HOW CAN IT NOT BE ?! " I checked personally every day, his life essence was abundant, even elves didn't have as much as him, he practically seemed like he would live longer than us! But the essence in his hands, his red eyes, grandpa in his chair lifelessly, " ITS OBVIOUS WHAT YOU DID DAEMON. "

But then daemon just shook his head and frowned, he left quickly using wind magic and I didnt have the heart to chase after him. I didn't use magic, but I personally dug up the ground infront of the cabin with a old shovel grandpa used to dig up ground and flatten it. I buried him there and made a gravestone by calling upon the nearby tree's, on that day it seemed auspicious.

[ In the Elven Kingdom ]

Clouds were gathering above the forbidden forest, leaves blew out from it and went through the outskirts to the capital city. Phoenix's cried while demons bellowed, even the weakest mage could feel the surge in magic energy happening around the world, today signed an auspicious day.

Many historians marked this day, the day that signified the start of the new age, some even claim it was a sign from the gods.

But the gods and popes knew what was happening, this was caused by the fluctuation of the emotion of one of the gods, some high priest also knew what it was as they had encounters with the gods in there prayers to.

Many popes quickly closed the chapels and prayed to there gods for an answer, but none of there gods were especially angry or happy. When the popes converged on the issue a week later, they came to a single conclusion. The Great God's emotions became imbalanced, so they quickly didn't a prayer with all the popes there on ceremony, and the gods responded to them all that day, the great god wasn't happy, he wasn't angry, he was sad.