Vessel
Author: Author Ruby
last update2025-09-15 12:49:44

Alex opened his eyes and found himself at the front of a school building.

"What am I doing here?" He asked himself and just that moment, he felt a sharp pain at the back of his head. "Arrgh!" He groaned while holding his head.

"Oh, are you awake?" A male voice asked him.

Looking around, he didn't see anyone, and that got him scared.

"Who are you? Show yourself," he asked while looking around.

"Okay," the voice replied and soon, Alex was able to see a young man with red eyes standing before him. "Can you see me?" He asked him.

"I can see you though you look faint," Alex replied.

"This is interesting," the young man replied with a grin.

"Why? Who are you?" Alex asked him

"Because you are the only one that can see me in this form," he stated. "And my name is Arthur."

"Do you by any chance know how I got there? I can't remember anything," Alex grumbled with a worried look on his face.

"I can help you with that," Arthur said and touched Alex's forehead. The moment he did that, Alex closed his eyes, and memories of what happened to his parents and uncle came flooding into his head. They played like a movie before his eyes and when it ended, he opened his eyes and his fists were clenched. "Did you see anything?" Arthur asked him, studying his expression.

"Damon killed my family," Alex mumbled. As young as he was, he could not forget how everyone that mattered to him was killed by one person; his father's younger brother. The grin on Damon's face when he killed his father, the smug look on his face as he watched his uncle explode — It was impossible to forget them.

"What do you want?" Arthur asked him. "Do you wish to seek revenge on him?"

"Yes!" Alex replied instantly. "I want to kill Damon a million times but..." he added and paused afterward as a sad look appeared on his face.

"But what?" Arthur asked him.

"He is strong, I'm no match for him," Alex replied and lowered his head.

"I can help you with that, do you need my help?" Arthur asked him and Alex raised his head to look at him.

"Will you help me become strong?" He asked Arthur who nodded his head. "Then help me!" He said to him.

"Helping you comes with a heavy price. I do not think you can do what it takes to obtain my help," Arthur replied.

"As long as you are going to make me strong, I don't mind doing anything for you," Alex said with a determined gaze.

Seeing how determined Alex was, Arthur chuckled lightly before becoming serious. "I will help you become strong, in exchange for that, you will become my vessel," he said to Alex.

"What vessel? Explain that to me," Alex requested.

"I am a demon but the reason I became like this is that I committed a crime and I'm being punished by the laws governing us demons, I'll remain like this before I die. But I don't regret my actions even if I die today," Arthur replied.

"Can you tell me what crime you committed and what it has to do with me," Alex said, not quite understanding what the demon said.

"I won't tell you anything about it for now and it has nothing to do with you," Arthur replied.

"But you want me to be your vessel, why is that?" Alex asked.

"I want someone who will inherit all my powers before I die, someone who will continue from where I stopped," Arthur replied.

"If I become your vessel does that mean I'll become a demon?" Alex asked him.

"No, it won't entirely make you a demon. Instead, it'll help you awake the ancient bloodline in you."

"Ancient bloodline? Damon made mention of me being the cause of my mother's weakness, is it related to it?"

"Yes. When you were born, she passed the ancient bloodline to you which caused her to lose her powers and make her as weak as an ordinary human."

Alex frowned upon hearing Arthur's explanation. He was beginning to think that he was actually the cause of his mother's death just as Damon told him.

"Don't take Damon's words to heart. You aren't the cause of your mother's death, it's him who killed your family and for that, you have to avenge their deaths," Arthur said to him.

"Then make me strong! I'm ready to become your vessel," Alex replied.

"Very well then," Arthur replied with a grin. He moved close to Alex and then his body went right inside Alex's own. "Your body feels so great," he said inside Alex's head.

"I feel stronger than before," Alex noted as he moved his hands.

"You will get much more stronger before I die," Arthur replied.

A wide grin stretched out on Alex's face at the thought of becoming stronger, it was as though he was no longer the same Alex.

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