A red moon the size of a planet hovered in the night that shimmered in a heavy murderous dark aura. Below it was a desert terrain of sand and dunes. A place that was full of ruins. A place that seemed to have been abandoned long after countless murders had taken place. Below, taking place was an interesting event. More specifically in the middle of the deserted ruins. At the very center.

A figure of a sleeping man lay on an altar. Around him, the atmosphere was gloomy and dark. The fog rose high almost engulfing the altar below him. The man on the altar had long silky black hair that went down the cold altar. Two silver horns protruded from the sides of his forehead flowing back his head. He had an ethereal beauty; Long lashes, a sharp nose, and thick eyebrows. His lips were pale in color, but even then, they still held a light shade of pink. The man was stunningly handsome. His pale skin or sunken cheeks didn't hinder this fact.

Around him stood eight hooded elder magicians with long red robes. They surrounded his body in octagonal positions. Each position was in line with a fallen pillar behind them. They had a glowing orb and magical wooden stuff, each. The center was the body of the dead man. The magicians did magical chants that restrained him so that his soul would not dissipate. A large magical circle lay below them permeating with a white glow.

Not far from them stood another aesthetic beauty with long golden hair to their legs. Their blue eyes were cold as ice as they stared forward toward the body with arms crossed. They seemed to be supervising the events. His petite body didn't give him much of a threatening feel. However, one could tell right away that he was the most dangerous of all the people around.

He was the size of an average 12-year-old child. One couldn't tell his gender by looking at him. His beautiful features made him feminine while his undeveloped body indicated otherwise.

"It is done!" said an elder. The oldest of the bunch. He had the longest gray beard. Probably due to his age.

The child finally stood up and walked up to the corpse. He didn't shy away or hesitate to lay beside it. The size difference was visible as the two lay side by side. The young child was significantly shorter. While the cold deceased body lay bare the child on the other hand had a thin white cloth over him.

"Go on!" The child ordered, then closed his eyes.

The chants continued as time passed by. A light escaped the body of the two now laying on the altar. A red light from the corpse covered with an eerie darkness and a pure golden light from the boy shimmered brightly. The two lights soon combined to create new energy.

They didn't mix, however. They formed what were many strands of red and golden, each distinct if one observed. The strands entangled each other till there was no knowing how to separate them. From afar they looked like a new red color.  One of copper or hot lava. One that was lighter and shimmered endlessly. There was no more room for the dark power.

The energies rushed back to the two, one the petite child the other to the pale corpse, evenly divided. That was the end of the second ritual.

The child stood up and got hold of a dagger from the nearest elder. He sliced his palm and golden blood stained the blade. He started chanting something under his breath and soon the dagger lit up with luminous light. The light was blinding but the boy stared right at it.

He walked to the corpse once more.

The ritual's third part was stabbing the heart with a dagger. However, this dagger in the hand of the child was different. As soon as the dagger pierced the corpse's heart, the body burst into ashes and ashes into nothingness. Together with the dagger.

The body disappeared as if it was never there.

The chant progressed even after. It went on and on for hours until finally, it gave some results. At this point, the elders were sweating buckets but dared not stop chanting.

The child was not doing any better. He looked strained and fatigued. He was completely drained in his whole sweat He was paler than any of the people around. His eyes were closed in full concentration on his chant. Unlike the elder's somewhat repetitive uniform chant, he chanted something completely different. The child muttered many sets of rules and continuous verses that were never repetitive or contradictory. It was a self-made chant but rules applied.

A slip-up could have caused the whole process to be rendered a failure. The whole process would be deemed useless. Much worse, the body in the topic would never regain its form thus the soul would forever be lost

That level of focus was very high. His memory capacity spoke volumes of this.

The result was unexpected. Far beyond what a normal being was capable of doing. This was proven by the elder's unhidden shocked expressions under their hoods. However, they remained true to their main duty.

A star hologram appeared. A three-dimensional map of the universe. There were countless stars, galaxies, and smaller identifications of planets and moons. The map spread out wide that it covered the whole ruins.

The most astounding thing was the hologram expanded and contracted at the child's will. He zoomed in and out of different locations on the map as if looking for something. His eyes moved at supernatural speeds to do all this with accuracy. He put a red mark on the identified destination.

Zooming out, it showed a mark of a certain galaxy on the opposite side of the galaxy they were on. He then zoomed in on the home galaxy. More specifically his planet. The planet was probably the largest as it was visible from far, almost confused for a star. The planet was an anomaly to other planets. It stood independent of any star. It had two similarly large moons. It was a beautiful red-green planet with a small spot of black.

A small light almost invisible to the eyes traveled in a straight line from the home galaxy and approached the mark on the other galaxy. A straight black line mapped its path.

He said the final chant and everything in the scene disappeared. He was now under a starry sky with the same big moon in the background, but it wasn't red. The atmosphere returned to normal as well. The new environment enhanced his superior beauty. The place was no longer a deserted temple ruin but a forested ruin covered in plants and vines, in the middle of thick vegetation.

The elder sighed in relief as they collapsed from overconsumption of magic. They looked like walking corpses at this point. Worse than the actual corpse. They breathe roughly trying to regain some energy.

The small child was however bright and rosy. The child who stood in front of them for the first time smiled. It beamed so brightly that his former deathly cold stare would seem a lie.