Leo slipped into the classroom inconspicuously, expertly avoiding eye contact with everyone from the social butterfly at the door to the gossipers huddled in the back.
Teenage angst, rivalries, romances, crushes—he wanted none of it.
He was 21 in past life and 17 in this subtracting the years of infancy leo was mentally at least 33 years old.
If drama were a fire, Leo was the guy two towns over with a fire extinguisher he refused to use.
He made a beeline for his seat—by the window, of course.
The Main Character Seat™.
Window side sunlight slanting in just enough to make him look like he was brooding even when he was just spacing out. Perfection.
He slumped into his chair like a man preparing to serve time, arms folded, head tilted, eyes half-lidded.
Class began and class… dragged.
One by one the periods passed, a snail race through hell.
History, Math, English,—each teacher taking turns slowly draining his will to live.
The only thing keeping Leo remotely entertained was the ongoing, high-stakes—Staring contest with Ronan.
The damn bird was perched on the tree outside, looking in through the window like a smug, feathered sniper.
They locked eyes.
Neither blinked.
Leo's right eye twitched. Ronan tilted his head slightly—tauntingly.
Leo cursed internally.
He blinked.
' Damn it.'
Score: 5 - 3.
In favor of the bird.
It shouldn't be possible, but here he was.
Losing to an avian with a superiority complex.
Leo muttered in a low voice, "I'm being spiritually bullied…"
Though it seems, in all lives, one universal constant remained true—chemistry teachers had the most aggressive hate boners for Leo.
It was something cosmic.
Astrological, even.
Some alignment of stars that told chemistry teachers across dimensions and reincarnations: Yes it's this one. This boy. You must despise him.
And Mr. Tanaki was no exception.
Leo was simply gazing out the window, lost in thought, not bothering anyone.
Maybe contemplating existence.
Maybe wondering if he left the stove on in his past life.
Who knows. The point is—he was minding his business.
But Mr. Tanaki, spotting the dreamy look on Leo's face and his complete disregard to anything said.
"Mister Leo," he said, tone sharp and theatrical. "Would you care to explain to the rest of us what exactly is so captivating out there?"
A few snickers floated around the classroom.
Leo blinked slowly, then turned toward the teacher with the most non-threatening, 'I don't want any problems, sir' expression he could muster.
"Just… uh… birds," he offered, eyes darting between Ronan outside and Mr. Tanaki's growing vein.
He thought that was the end of it. A simple, disarming response. No sass, no sarcasm.
He even threw in a polite smile. Textbook de-escalation.
But alas…
The hate boner was too strong for this one.
Tanaki's nostrils flared like a cartoon bull. "Then perhaps you'd prefer to take your ornithological interests outside, Mister Leo?"
"I'm sorry for being distracted sir ..?"
Mr.Tanaki just stared at him not saying anything.
---
What was his father, really…? This was a thought Leo has been avoiding to think for quite some time now.
Leo tapped his pen absentmindedly, eyes half-glazed, mind wandering far from the clutches of high school chemistry.
The vision was very enlightening in this aspect.
His father was in some sort of danger.
But he was also standing. Talking. Calm. Composed.
Not like a man surprised to be in the middle of chaos, but like someone used to walking through it.
Sure, his father was always busy,
Leo, until now, had chalked it up to his dad just being super into factory protocols.
Like, maybe fire drills were his passion.
But something about last night felt… off.
The distant fire.
The emergency call in the dead of night.
The image of his father mid-discussion with something not human before getting attacked …
Leo's fingers tightened around the pen.
He didn't know what his father was—but he definitely wasn't just a man who reminded workers to wear helmets.
A sharp tap broke his thoughts.
Mr. Tanaki again.
The man had apparently declared some complicated question on the board.
Leo looked up slowly, locking eyes with the teacher.
He knew that look.
The micro-frown, the twitch in the temple, the death stare aimed right at his soul like Leo had personally insulted him.
He was running out of patience.
So, with a soft sigh, Leo muttered in his mind, 'Alright then… let's test one of these babies.'
Logos Erasure.
It was subtle. A quiet ripple.
Leo didn't erase Tanaki's memories. Didn't mess with his head.
He just… deleted the emotional weight of the irritation.
The built-up tension, the annoyance of catching a student daydreaming again, the instinctual spite toward that kid who never raised his hand?
Gone.
Mr. Tanaki blinked, looked around as if forgetting why he was so wound up, then turned back to the blackboard and kept talking like nothing happened.
Leo leaned back in his seat. The silence from Tanaki felt like velvet.
He smiled faintly.
Power really is addictive.
---
School ended without much further fanfare.
Leo, on the other hand, wandered into the club hallway and entered the small room marked Writer's Club, the one club he'd chosen—reluctantly—as his "mandatory extracurricular" to appease the school administration.
It was a cozy little room.
The club head, a girl named Ayane, looked up from her laptop as Leo entered.
She was a year older, her short hair tucked behind her ear, glasses slightly crooked.
She was shy, but not in a cartoonish way—more like someone who lived in their own stories more than the real world.
They talked.
Nothing groundbreaking.
Just stories, preferences, favorite genres.
Leo, ever the curious fox, asked, "Do you… publish anything online?"
Ayane blushed slightly but nodded. "Um… y-yeah. Just a horror series. On InkVerse."
Leo's eyes widened. InkVerse.
The same online writing platform he used under his pseudonym "SableFeather."
"What's your pen name?" he asked casually.
"…SilverNocturne," she said, voice almost a whisper.
Leo blinked. Then let out a short laugh.
"No way," he muttered. "I've read your stuff."
Her eyes widened in genuine surprise. "R-Really?"
"Yeah. 'Red Strings in the Attic'? That was you?" He grinned. "Creeped me out."
Ayane turned red. But behind the blush, there was pride.
They chatted a little more—about writing schedules, ideas, how horror and fantasy sometimes dance the same line—and by the time Leo left the club room, he felt… weirdly lighter.
Maybe having someone to talk writing with wasn't so bad.
---
The walk home with Ronan on his shoulder was uneventful.
He saw an old lady scolding her dog, a salaryman talking loudly on his phone.
When Leo got home, his mom was chatting with one of the neighborhood aunties at the gate.
He gave them both a polite "I'm home," and didn't stick around—he had no energy for small talk or long-winded stories about whose kid did what. He went straight in, but instead of heading to his own room, his feet took a small detour.
To his parents' room.
He wanted to solve this mystery first the system could wait.
He closed the door quietly behind him and stood there for a second.
He didn't feel proud snooping around, but somethinghad to be done about the vision.
He activated Truth Layer, letting his eyes lightly scan the room.
A soft shimmer highlighted objects with relevance.
Nothing suspicious, just typical adult stuff.
Well… mostly.
His gaze landed on the top drawer of the nightstand. The shimmer was faint, but when he opened it the contents inside were... well, let's just say he found out his parents were very much in love.
He stared at the drawer for three seconds, blinked twice, and turned away like it would erase the memory.
"Okay… that explains some things," he muttered, trying not to imagine the unimaginable.
The choice of some "tools"..."Definitely hereditary…"
Just as he was about to give up and leave—because no, digging through his parents' private life was not part of the plan—his eyes caught something by the framed wedding photo.
A small wooden box, tucked neatly against the wall.
It was old like, 3000+ years old.
Inside were two books. One was a simple leather-bound journal, nothing fancy. The other...there was magic on it.
Leo sat down slowly beside the bed, both books in his hands.
"What the hell, …"
Leo always thought he wasn't part of the supernatural.
Now he wasn't so sure...
He opened the journal carefully, the old leather creaking under his fingers. Inside, the pages were yellowed and soft, but the ink was preserved well—handwritten, clean.
It wasn't a spellbook, or some ancient tome of forbidden arts like he half-expected.
It was a family record.
Names. Dates of birth. Deaths. A few short notes about personalities or life events. Marriages. Children.
His father's name, his grandfather, great-grandfather… all carrying the surname Williams.
Though there were notes.
"Changed to Williams from Spellman, 1952."
Huh?
Leo's brows furrowed. He kept going.
A few more pages back, another neat entry:
"Changed from Morningstar 1265."
He blinked.
And then blinked again.
Morningstar…?
Leo turned to the last few pages of the book, expecting some kind of big reveal.
But all he found were more names.
He flipped back to the beginning of the book, eyes catching the inscription:
"Volume III."
Volume three? That meant there were two more of these.
Somewhere.
This volume alone traced the family tree as far back as the 1200s.
For a book that only listed names, dates, and brief annotations, it said a lot by what it chose to highlight.
Leo noticed something strange the more he read.
Every generation… just one child.
Consistently and there life wasn't always long.
No siblings, no branches—just a straight line going down through the centuries.
And here and there, the book made note of unusual pairings.
>Married to a werewolf.
>Union with a fae-born—temporary lifespan extension.
>Spouse: Dhampir. Child unaffected.
Not all spouses were supernatural. Most weren't.
But when one was, the book made sure to mention it.
Leo looked
> Ennara Kisura(Spellman)married a sumerian demon, formerly Morningstar 1265.
>Child took the surname Spellman after I eliminated the demon I'm sure this addition will strengthen the bloodline..
He stared at that for a while this was the oldest entry in the book.
Leo closed the book and just sat there.
His family might be descended from Lucifer...
The [ACTUALLY SATAN] compatibility was making more sense day by day.
And yet, despite all that…
There was nothing about his mother.
No magic. No origin note. Just her name and the line that connected her to Leo's father.
Leo frowned.
Did she know what she'd married into?
Did she know who he was?
He wasn't sure..
---
Some time later
Leo stood outside his house.
It was getting dark, the streetlights flickering to life one by one.
The sky had that dull orange tint fading into blue.
He could hear the faint buzz of cicadas somewhere.
Then he saw headlights turn the corner.
A familiar car pulled up into the driveway.
His father stepped out, looking the same as he did in the vision.
The same clothes he'd worn in the vision.
"Hey, what's up, tiger?" his dad said with a grin.
Leo didn't smile back. He just stared at him, holding the journal by his side.
"We need to talk," he said, his voice steady.
His father paused mid-step, frowning slightly, then chuckled and started walking toward the door.
"Talk about what?" he asked, glancing over his shoulder.
Leo raised the journal, flipping it around to show the front cover.
"I don't know," he said. "Let's start with the other two volumes of this."
His father stopped walking.
He turned fully now, his expression unreadable as his eyes settled on the book in Leo's hands.
The air between them suddenly felt heavier.
---
They stepped into the house, the quiet creak of the door closing behind them.
His mother looked up from the book she was reading and smile.
"Well, the bath is ready, dear," she called out cheerfully. "I was thinking maybe we could order something tonight? I don't really feel like cooking—how does Thai sound?"
"Actually, Hana," his dad said, his tone serious but calm, "we should pack our bags."
She paused, blinking in confusion.
"Pack? Why? What's going on?"
"We're leaving for the ancestral lands," he said. "Tonight."
She tilted her head and gave him a playful once-over.
Then her gaze shifted toward Leo, and something seemed to click.
She leaned closer and asked in a hushed voice, "He found out?"
His father nodded once.
"Yeah."
"Oh!" she smiled, then without missing a beat, turned on her heel and clapped her hands. "Alright then, I'll get everything ready."
She paused only once to point toward Leo. "You too, sweetheart. Get your bag ready."
Leo blinked.
This was… surprisingly smooth.
"You're not surprised?"
She glanced over her shoulder and said with a smile. "I married into this family. Of course I knew this day would come."
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So how's the new lore on Leo...?
Also the first world travel will be in approximately two to three chapters this time around I've found a more organic way to make leo stronger..!
Power Stones and Reviews please