Gods and rebirth: The gentle soul.

(Ah... I can no longer breathe, at the bottom awaits my eternal slumber. Even if it is cold here, my passion for this world burns brighter than ever before. In the next life -- this time I'm sure..) (As I slowly close my eyes the deep blue begins to darken, and the voices on the surface begin to fade.) The wheels of fate are churning, now.. Come into our world, oh gentle soul. The awakening. ''Hurry up! We're going to miss the ceremony, so run..!'' Three little children ran as fast as they could to catch up, as the ceremony that happens every thousand years was starting. This particular ceremony is for the oldest of all gods in history, there is a saying that the ceremony was used to create a very powerful entity. However.. Nobody has succeeded in summoning it. In all of those hundred thousand years, nobody believed that the entity would show up due to the rarity in completing it. And thus the ceremony is only held to pay respect for every century that the people have endured and survived in, which in exchange gives them blessing over the world once more. The ceremony was always held in the most ancient of arenas, the ''Merkylium Aurus'' -- an arena where the beginning of the gods took place. Every nook and cranny was crowded by all kinds of people, waiting to see the ceremony with their own eyes. This world has never evolved, hence named ''Merkilyar'' in the universe system. This time period is in the medieval times, where magic and supernaturals happen peacefully. ''Now we will hold the ceremony, here.. In Melkylium Aurus! Today we will attempt to awaken our special entity, and to receive blessing on our planet once more!'' The man who spoke those words is a direct descendant of the god bloodline, and holds the power to bestow blessings during the correct circumstances. Jet black long hair, crimson red eyes in rivalry with the sun itself. Slender body and handsome, he gestures for the assistants to prepare the magic seal. White chalks are dragged against the old worn out bricks, and the lines begin to shine as the circle is complete. The crowd begins to scream out of excitement as the light intensifies, but something is wrong..? ''Please step back people! There is a malfunction in the circle, something is breaching through.. AGH!'' One of the assistants tries to push the people back from the circle, but in the process gets blown aback by the impact. Emergency healers spring in action healing the injured, and the man who presented the ceremony stood there frozen in shock. Could this be!? Assessing the situation, the ceremony host takes a book out of his pocket and begins to read through a certain page. ''He---'' A angelic voice with the sound of bell chimes resounds throughout the arena, unable to complete their plea. A soft gasp can be heard once before it fades away. The ceremony host realized nobody has heard the voice yet he could, looking carefully around him in shock. He found the page he was looking for and stood dumbfounded, as it is the exact events that happened today!? Inhaling and exhaling calmly, the ceremony host creates a circle around himself and begins linking his thoughts within the boundary between men and the gods. The crowd begins staring at the host in curiosity and gasp in excitement, seeing him create a certain symbol with his hands made even more people look his way. Closing his eyes, the symbol he created started lighting up. As time passed simply by a few minutes, the host's eyelids snapped open and his eyes turned a color that of the sky. The people saw this, and stood their ground fighting back fear. He then began chanting the thoughts he wanted to say.. (Oh foreign being, my name is Demetrius and I am the host of the ceremony in this arena. Give me a sign to where you are, we do not pose any threat.) As if the foreign being heard his voice, an angel appears in front of Demetrius and beckons him to follow. Clearly thinking this is unbelievable, yet he follows the angel who now flies into the air. The crowd makes way for him, as he continues to leave the arena. Running as fast as he can, he finally stopped amidst his tracks. The angel now stood still in the air, pointing higher up where a red mist emits downwards very slowly. After locking his sight on the red mist, he begins to feel the malice coming from within it. As if responding to Demetrius the red mist begins to form their body, that of an eighteen year old female which appears to have crimson red demon eyes and light blue hair. Enchanted by her slender body and looks, time itself stops for a second. ''How beautiful..'' In awe, the young man returns to his senses and notices something strange. The gravity of the young female's mist is going faster and faster down by the second, without hesitation Demetrius began running toward the landing spot. The unknown female entity's eyes sluggishly opened upon hearing the wind, and she panicked as soon as she realised that she couldn't move. She tried mouthing sentences to save herself, but to no avail could she talk. Falling ever so fast, she began fearing for her very life. As she couldn't speak, her only choice was to pray. (Someone save me..!) Her ears expanded the hearing region, and fast paced footsteps could be heard from far away. But she knew it wouldn't do, as that person can't make it with this short time she had left. Closing her eyes, the world grew dark once again like before. ''Auronaus spedulia!'' She could hear an unknown language being shouted from a distance, and at that moment -- her falling speed began decreasing..? (No way! He actually made it?!) Floating with her in their arms is none other than Demetrius who called out to her, as he smiled brightly like a child while holding her in mid air. After nimbly landing on his feet, the young man introduced himself as Demetrius like she suspected..