Strongest Demigod System

It was a war hammer.

A long, wooden handle was the first thing that Azrael saw. It was lined with various golden arcs that shone with a mysterious light, granting power and toughness to the polished wood.

The wooden handle was as long as Cleopatra was tall, and at the end of it, a giant metal cuboid was attached.

The cuboid was carved with various symbols and runes that made it look like something straight out of a Norse mythos. There was a heavy tension that filled the air when Cleopatra took hold of the hammer, and when she raised it up and sent her Essence through it, the hammer glowed with iridescent blue light that spread rapidly across the room.

BZZT!

Sparks arched through the room like snakes dancing across Cleopatra's skin, and the runes carved into the body of the hammer began to glow with bright white light, giving off the feeling that they were about to unleash a great amount of power.

Cleopatra gained a wide smile on her face as she held her weapon, and Azrael couldn't help but admit that it was one of the most powerful weapons he had ever seen.

Demigods born in this world all possessed an affinity for one type of weapon or another. After a demigod comes of age, they are taken back to the Divine Church by their parents, and there they will move through the Hall of Relics, where every conceivable weapon ever created by the hands of man is put on display.

The demigod chooses the weapon that resonates with them the most, and then they are trained in how to use that weapon.

Most demigods don't bother learning to use their weapons after they pass through the Hall of Relics, either because they don't want to join the fight against the daemons or because they believe their God Aspect and potential are too weak for them to become divine Enforcers.

Cleopatra's form was perfect as she held the hammer, and it was obvious that this was the weapon that she had been born to wield.

Her Divine Essence spilled from her body and traveled through the shaft of the hammer before being fed into the large metal hammerhead to make it glow and crackle with power.

"I added a lot more Lightning-Based Ores to amplify any Essence poured through it, and I changed the base core so it was more suitable. The previous one wasn't absorbing enough lightning to power it; that's why it couldn't keep up with you. But this one should last you at least for another five years."

Jay spoke up while admiring the weapon that he created.

The hammer was one of a kind, and it would be impossible to find another one like it because he had customized it specifically to suit Cleopatra's hands.

Jay then turned to glance at Azrael with a hum.

"How about you, kid? You planning to make a weapon as well?"

Azrael shook his head.

"I wouldn't have the money for something like that."

Jay shrugged.

"Well, I'm in a good mood, so let's say consultation is free. Come on, how about we have a chat?"

"You two have fun, I'll be back after I test this."

Cleopatra spoke up while heading towards another room at the side and leaving the two men alone.

Jay led Azrael over to the side where a projection board was lying on a large table. Jay clicked a few buttons on the keyboard embedded into the table, and a holographic projection rose from the table and into the air in front of him to reveal the shape of a long cube-like structure.

Jay glanced at Azrael's posture and body type.

"You use a sword, don't you?"

Azrael nodded. He didn't bother to ask how Jay might have possibly known that.

Jay then typed something into the keyboard, and the hologram changed into a longer structure that could be shaped into a sword.

"What type?"

"Katana."

"Length?"

"One meter."

"One-handed or two?"

"I can use either one."

"Are you left or right-handed?"

"I'm ambidextrous."

Jay glanced up at Azrael in mild surprise before he nodded and continued typing while asking questions.

"Any preference for colors?"

"Something black would be nice."

"Alright, finally, what's your God Aspect?"

Azrael went silent at this, and Jay looked at him from above his spectacles curiously. Azrael took in a small breath and answered simply.

"I don't have one."

"Oh… I see."

Jay nodded and turned back down to type into the keyboard. The shape of the hologram had slowly been changing all this time.

At first, it had been a simple shapeless block, but as Azrael gave specifications to Jay, the structure also changed. It shaved off a lot of its shell, forming a thinner core, before it slowly curved into the shape of a katana.

The katana was then layered over with a sheen of black before the hilt and pommel were added to it. The main blade had a black outline with a silver edge, and the pommel was a deep black with white threads twisting around it.

Azrael fell in love with the blade immediately, and he couldn't help but wonder what it would feel like to have a blade like this in his hands. Would it feel different from the Oathkeeper?

Every time Azrael held the Oathkeeper, it spurred him on to kill something. The blade desperately wanted to shed blood, and Azrael felt like he lost some of his humanity every time he drew on the blade.

But this blade would be silent, and he would be the one in complete control of it.

It would be interesting to know what it felt like to use a real katana.

The Oathkeeper in Azrael's storage reacted violently to Azrael's thoughts, and Azrael sighed.

Jay spoke up in a low tone that broke Azrael out of his musing.

"Who exactly are you, kid?"

Azrael looked at Jay in surprise, and he saw that Jay was still looking down at the keyboard and typing away quickly. Azrael answered.

"What do you mean?"

"You have the eyes of someone that is going through hell."

Jay's response made Azrael frown in confusion. What did he mean by that?

Was he referring to the same thing that Azrael saw earlier? The look in Jay's eyes that showed that they were similar?

Jay glanced up at Azrael when he didn't get an answer before he spoke.

"If you need anything, then come find me. I know you might not be able to talk to just anyone about your problems, but I might be able to help you."

Jay examined Azrael seriously, and Azrael felt the weight of Jay's concern pressing down on him.

Did Jay think that Azrael was suffering from some sort of abuse?

Jay was a much older man, so he was more likely to show concern for someone like Azrael rather than hostility.

When Jay saw Azrael's eyes earlier, Jay was shocked by how sharp the gaze was. It was the eye of someone who was constantly on his toes and looking around for enemies. The eyes of someone who was fighting for survival.

Jay immediately assumed that Azrael was going through something that he couldn't mention to anyone, and Jay decided to let Azrael know he could talk to him if he needed to.

Although they didn't know each other, Jay had been shaped by the things he went through in the past to show care and concern for those younger than him. He wouldn't allow someone else to pass through hell alone, not when he could offer his hand to help them.

"I don't need your help."

Azrael's short answer was said in a hard tone, and Jay understood the dismissal for what it was.