Crimson's eyes widened in horror as she realized the dying person in the cell was her grandson. She quickly reached out with her celestial energy, trying to heal his wounds. However, as she poured more energy into him, she noticed that his soul was dwindling away, as if her attempts to heal him were actually hastening his demise.
Panic set in as Crimson tried to think of a solution. She knew she had to act fast, or she would lose him forever. In a desperate bid to save her grandson, she tore out her celestial vanes and fused them to his body. The vanes, imbued with her powerful celestial energy, began to glow with a soft, ethereal light.
But as the vanes merged with her grandson's body, everything started to go terribly wrong. His body began to be consumed by the celestial energy, and his form started to disintegrate. Crimson watched in agony as her grandson's body began to break down, his cells tearing apart as the energy overwhelmed him.
"No, no, no!" Crimson screamed, trying to reverse the damage. "No, no, no, no, please not you too! Please, I don't want to be alone again. Stop disintegrating, God damn it! What have I done? Please don't die, child. You are the last bloodline of my husband."
In a desperate attempt to salvage the situation, Crimson decided to use her unique ability and the Law of Creation to heal her grandson's body. She activated the Law of Destruction, destroying the fragments of time and space around her grandson's disintegrating body. Then, she used the Law of Creation to stabilize his soul, preventing it from disappearing into the cycle of reincarnation.
With her grandson's soul temporarily stabilized, Crimson activated her unique ability, "The Chambers of Nothingness." She entered the endless void of nothingness and used the Law of Creation once more to craft modern infrastructure. She carefully placed her grandson's body in a capsule, buying herself some time to come up with a solution.
Finally, Crimson tore open the void and entered the library, hoping to find some answers in the ancient tomes that might help her save her grandson's life. She was determined to find a way to reverse the damage she had caused and restore her grandson to health. As the 300 years passed, Crimson's determination never wavered. She scoured the vast library, searching for any clue that might lead her to a solution to heal her grandson's damaged soul. However, despite her tireless efforts, she found nothing.
With a heavy heart, Crimson decided to seek the guidance of her adopted mother, a powerful deity residing in Olympus. She tore open the void, and a shimmering portal revealed itself, leading her to the temple where her adopted mother dwelled.
As Crimson entered the temple, she was met with the warm smile of her adopted mother. But Crimson's eyes were filled with tears, and she rushed to her adopted mother's side, begging for help.
"Adopted mother, please... you have to help me," Crimson sobbed, her voice shaking with desperation. "I've been searching for 300 years, but I couldn't find any way to heal my grandson's soul. He's been trapped in that capsule for centuries, and I'm running out of hope."
Her adopted mother's expression turned solemn, and she gently stroked Crimson's hair. "Tell me, child, what happened to your grandson? How did his soul become damaged?" she asked, her voice filled with compassion.
Crimson took a deep breath and recounted the events that led to her grandson's current state. She explained how she had used her celestial vanes to try and heal him, but it had ended up consuming his body and damaging his soul. Her adopted mother listened attentively, her eyes filled with understanding and concern.
When Crimson finished speaking, her adopted mother nodded thoughtfully. "I think I know what might help your grandson," she said. "But it won't be easy, and it will require great sacrifice. Are you prepared to do whatever it takes to save him?" Crimson's eyes were filled with determination as she nodded. "I'll do whatever it takes to save him," she said, her voice firm. "Please, tell me what I need to do."
Her adopted mother nodded, a serious expression on her face. "There are two possible ways to save your grandson's soul," she began. "One is soul possession, and the other is soul rebirth."
Crimson's brow furrowed in confusion. "I don't understand," she admitted. "What do you mean by soul possession and soul rebirth?"
Her adopted mother explained, "Soul possession is a process where we create a puppet body and place the soul in it. This way, the soul can continue to exist in a new form. Alternatively, we can also destroy a newly developing soul in a fetus and place the soul we want to save into it."
Crimson's eyes widened as she listened to her adopted mother's explanation. She was taken aback by the complexity and the moral implications of these methods. "How does it work?" she asked, her curiosity getting the better of her.
Her adopted mother continued, "For soul possession, we would need to create a suitable puppet body that can house your grandson's soul. This body would need to be strong enough to support his soul's energy. For soul rebirth, we would need to find a suitable fetus and perform a ritual to transfer your grandson's soul into it."
Crimson listened intently, weighing the pros and cons of each option. She knew that either method would come with its own set of challenges and risks, but she was willing to try anything to save her grandson. "Which method do you think would be more suitable for my grandson?" she asked, seeking her adopted mother's guidance.
Her adopted mother's expression turned thoughtful. "It depends on the circumstances. Both methods have their risks and benefits. But if we're talking about saving your grandson's soul, soul rebirth might be a more viable option. However, it's crucial that we consider the potential consequences and ensure that the process is done correctly."
Crimson nodded, determination etched on her face. "I'll do whatever it takes. Let's proceed with soul rebirth."
Crimson's adopted mother proposed a drastic solution: placing her grandson's soul in another woman's fetus to develop. Crimson's face contorted in disgust as she rejected the idea outright. "No, I won't do it," she said firmly.
Undeterred, her adopted mother suggested an even more outrageous option. "Perhaps you could sleep with one of the true gods. Their divine essence could help stabilize your grandson's soul inside your fetus." Crimson's irritation flared, and she shot back, "Only one man can touch my body, and he's not here." Her expression turned gloomy, and the air grew thick with tension.
Her adopted mother, sensing the danger, tried to salvage the situation. "Very well, then perhaps you should consider remarrying or... using one of them for the impregnation process," she suggested cautiously. Crimson's eyes flashed with killing intent, and her adopted mother sighed, anticipating the worst.
"If only you had that man's soul essence," she began to say, but her words trailed off as she noticed Crimson's enigmatic smile. "Do you have it?" her adopted mother asked, her voice barely above a whisper. Crimson's smile faltered, and she burst into tears, nodding her head in affirmation.
The revelation hung in the air, heavy with unspoken implications. The room fell silent, with only Crimson's muffled sobs breaking the stillness. Her adopted mother's eyes widened in surprise, and she reached out to comfort Crimson. "Child, I had no idea... How did you obtain it?" Crimson's tears slowly subsided, replaced by a determined glint in her eye. "That's a story for another time," she said firmly.
"But with his soul essence, can I really have a child with his soul essence to save my grandson?" Her adopted mother's expression turned thoughtful. "Yes, and if it is his soul essence, you'll feel less guilty about destroying a newly formed soul." Crimson's face set in determination. "I'll take the risk. Let's do it."
Crimson began the impregnation process. For the next 25 days and nights, her adopted mother carefully removed the newly formed soul from the fetus inside Crimson and fused the soul of her grandson into it. Crimson's eyes widened in surprise as she didn't feel any pain. She asked her adopted mother about it, and her mother replied, "Your celestial veins which was to destroyed his soul is harmonizing, allowing you and the child to heal each other."
Crimson smiled, saying, "Well, he is my grandson after all." Her adopted mother's laughter was loud, and Crimson initially thought she was laughing at her. However, her mother said, "Grandson? No, he's now your son." Crimson was taken aback, realizing that the process she was undergoing meant she was starting a new family with her deceased husband's soul essence.
Crimson's eyes widened in shock as the realization sank in. "My son?" she repeated, her voice barely above a whisper. Her adopted mother nodded, a warm smile on her face.
"Yes, child. With the soul essence of your husband, this child will be a part of you and him, a new beginning. You'll be raising him as your own, and he'll carry on the legacy of your husband."
Crimson's mind reeled as she processed this new information. She had thought she was doing this to save her grandson, but now she realized she was creating a new life, a new family. A mix of emotions swirled inside her - shock, wonder, and a hint of fear.
As she looked down at her belly, she felt a sense of connection to the life growing inside her. She smiled softly, feeling a sense of hope and renewal. "A new beginning," she whispered to herself, her heart filled with a sense of purpose.
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Demos who was always on guard even now, felt haunted by the memories of the woman who had tried to save him 300 years ago. Guilt and shame consumed him. Suddenly, he felt a deep pull from within his mind. His eyes widened as he looked around, and to his surprise, he saw his mother, Crimson, sitting before him.
Demos dropped to his knees, overcome with emotion. Tears streaming down his face, he cried out apologies to Crimson. She smiled warmly, her eyes filled with compassion, and called out to him. As she opened her arms, Demos fell into her embrace, sobbing uncontrollably.
Time seemed to stand still within the void, yet outside, the world remained frozen. Crimson's unique ability had created a pocket of tranquility, allowing the two to confront their emotions in a world of their own. In this moment, nothing else mattered but the bond between mother and son.