First Stygian Diviner:Apocalypse



Isiah was taken aback by the man's comparison of his energy to that of his older brother. The mere mention of Lucas Duncan's name sent chills down his spine, for he knew all too well the havoc his brother had wrought upon the world. 

Lucas was the one who had ushered in the apocalypse, the one who had contracted Eijar and wielded the power of the dark grimoire with ease. Isiah had always been in awe of his brother's incredible strength and unparalleled abilities, but he had never imagined that their energies could be similar in any way.

In Isiah's mind, Lucas was more than just a mere mortal. He was a prodigy, a once-in-a-generation talent that had surpassed all expectations and shattered all boundaries.

"Have you met Lucas?" Isiah asked.

  The words tumbled out of the other person's mouth so fast that they were almost unintelligible as he said: "Met? No one ever met him. Lucas Duncan was far too powerful for anyone to get close to him. But we all knew what he was capable of in his region."

Isiah's interest was piqued at the mention of Lucas Duncan. He had heard the name before, whispered in hushed tones among the people in his community. Lucas Duncan was a legendary figure, feared and revered for his supernatural abilities. And now, it seemed, Isiah had something in common with him.

Even his parents felt a lot of pride towards him despite what he had done years ago.

"Do you know where he is?" Isiah asked, unable to contain his curiosity.

"No one does," the man replied. "And that's why I brought you here. For some reason, you both have the same power. I can't believe that after all these years, someone else has the same power as him."

Isiah knew that it was only a matter of time before the man discovered his true identity. And so, he decided to come clean.

"He's my brother," Isiah admitted. "And I am Isiah Duncan."

The man's reaction was one of fear and trepidation. "A Duncan?" he asked, his voice shaking. "I thought they killed every single one of you. Reports say-"

Isiah cut him off. "Reports?" he asked, his voice cold and hard.

He knew exactly what the man was referring to. They were supposed to be killed after the opening of the gates for the first time and even after his birth, branding them as threats to the entire system. 

Isiah could sense the man's fear and confusion as he spoke about the Duncan family. It was clear that there was a lot of misinformation and rumors surrounding their supposed demise. Isiah couldn't blame the man for being scared; the Duncans had a reputation as one of the most powerful and feared families in the seventh region. But Isiah was determined to set the record straight.

"Reports? What reports?" Isiah demanded.

The man hesitated for a moment before answering.

  "There were rumors that the Duncans had been targeted and eliminated by the seventh king. It was said that they posed too much of a threat to the established order, and that they had to be eliminated to ensure the safety and stability of the region and the entire old globe."

Isiah snorted in derision. "It's clear that those rumors were greatly exaggerated. As you can see, I'm still very much alive and well. And  probably, so is my brother."

The man seemed to be processing this information, still visibly shaken by the revelation of Isiah's true identity. 

Isiah could tell that there was much more to discuss, and that he needed to find out why he had been brought to this secret location and what the people here wanted from him. But for now, he decided to let the man gather his thoughts and compose himself.

"So, tell me more about this power that my brother and I supposedly share," Isiah said, eager to get back on topic. "What exactly are you looking for, and why do you think that it is special?"

The man's demeanor shifted in response to Isiah's aggressive tone, and Isiah realized that he might have gone too far. However, he didn't care. He had no time for games or secrets. He needed answers, and he needed them now.

Despite his old age, the man's eyes remained sharp, and Isiah could see the gears turning in his head as he considered his response. Isiah was sure that the man knew more than he was letting on.

But as the man opened his mouth to speak, Isiah interrupted him.

"I don't have time for games," Isiah said. "I need to find my companions and get out of here. I don't care about your politics or your secrets. I just want answers."

Isiah's patience was wearing thin with the old man's evasive answers. He couldn't tell whether the man was actually the king of Afan or just a high-ranking official in the system.

  The man seemed shrewd, with a glint in his eye that hinted at a keen intelligence, despite his advanced age. But Isiah wasn't here to admire the man's cunning; he was here to get answers..

" See…"  The man said with a shaken hand.

Isiah knew at that moment that if he pressed him even more he was going to break .

A window screen opened in one of the side walls , Isiah looked at it immediately then said :" What is this?  " 

" This is …." The man couldn't even continue what he was saying .

Isiah's mind was racing as he watched the footage. He couldn't believe what he was seeing. The two faces on the screen were so familiar to him, yet he couldn't place them at first. It was only after a few seconds of intense scrutiny that he realized who they were.

"Ciel," he breathed, his heart sinking in his chest. 

And the other person in the footage...he couldn't quite believe it. "Her? It can't be," he muttered to himself, shaking his head in disbelief.

He turned to the man who had shown him the footage, his eyes ablaze with anger. "Where did you get this?" he demanded, his voice low and dangerous.