Rebirth of the Nameless Immortal God

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The pressure increased as Dyons fingers forcefully slammed the keys, almost as if to beat the piano into submission.
His heart beat faster and faster as he tightened the lids of his eyes to escape from the tears.

He heard his fathers robust laugh, felt his sturdy shoulders carry him, saw the purity in his brown eyes.

Dyon thought of the anger he felt.

How dare they? This was their last request and you want to run me out of here?

The tune immediately changed, multiplying in ferocity.
The floors began to rumble and the silver pillars began to shake.

Dyon slammed his foot down on the right most pedal of the piano, layering note after note, chord after chord.

The glass windows of the ceremony hall cracked, but Dyon didnt stop.
No one could move, the captivation of the melody was too much.

Patia-Neva waved his hand, trying to use the same barrier he had before to contain Dyon.
But, it immediately shattered.

You want to contain me?

The music amplified.
People in the hall began to forget if theyd ever heard music before.
They tried as hard as they could but the only melody that filled their minds took the shape of Dyons rage.

The glass windows cracked again.

He hes gaining a monopoly on the will of music.
This is ridiculous.
Kami thought.

Patia, we have to stop him.
Bai spoke in anger.

No, let him have his temper tantrum.
We were in the wrong.
Well stop it if it goes too far.

Although the family heads mostly held faces of anger, all of them were truly astonished.
They had never felt this type of pressure before from a mere child.

Delia stood, walking towards Dyon.
The pressure not affecting her.
She was a bit annoyed to see the same was the case for every other female in the room, but she chalked it up to Dyons shameless attitude.

But, she couldnt hide were the tears on her face.
She didnt know what made Dyon so sad and so angry, but she knew that someone should stop him.
So, she reached out and placed her hand on his shoulder.

Dyon stopped playing and opened his reddened eyes.
He looked up at Delia who had tears streaking down her face.

He stood immediately and wiped the tears from her cheeks with his thumb.
Im sorry.
I didnt mean to make you cry.
My mom would kill me if she knew about this.

Delia didnt say anything, so Dyon let her walk back to her seat.

Dyon looked around the room.
It seemed most of the people in the hall had streaks of tears on their face or were fighting to hold them back.

Dyons ferocity and sadness disappeared in an instant, replaced by his usual carefree and flirtatious attitude.
Then he turned and left, leaving only one thought in everyones mind: How domineering.

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