Tengzu Municipality, Cheena, Earth *** The sun rose and the neighbor started to rustle out of their houses. They were talking about the happenings the night before. Dreygo and his comrades felt unease at the thought of the upcoming imminent dangers as the moon rises. Sitting on the couch, Dreygo gawked at Elaine in the kitchen preparing their breakfast. While Officer Sho was fixated on the news broadcast. Pictures of mauled adults were flashed in the news but were blurred due to their obscenity. Alysa’s dead mother was also taken earlier that morning by the authorities and Alysa accompanied them. She did not stop crying. Dreyo smelled the aroma of fried eggs and bacon. His stomach rumbled with hunger in the process. Elaine hummed songs as she harvested the slices of bacon from the frying pan and placed them on plates. It was the same lullaby that she sang for Alysa to sleep. “I have to go,” Officer Sho said. “Why?” Dreygo asked. “I have to check with my family. I have to check t
Tengzu Municipality, Cheena, Earth *** It was as if an invisible energy was pulling them toward each other. But moments, even only a few seconds, that their faces were romantically near, awkwardness intervened. Dreygo and Elaine mutually pulled themselves far from each other. Her cheeks flushed in the process. Dreygo's heart thumped fast, hammering against his chest. As if he was fighting against a Demon Lord or the mystical beasts in hell. Suddenly, the screeching sound of tires appeared from outside as a car halted abruptly. They were startled by the abruptness. The sound could have carried danger. Peeking between the gaps of the blinds, Dreygo saw a black SUV parked in front of the house. Looking for the nearest weapon was his priority. The only weapon near him were kitchen knives. Two demon thugs disembarked the vehicle and cocked their submachine guns. The last one who disembarked was the first assassin after them. He had burn marks on his head and a vengeful look on his face
Tengzu, Cheena, Earth *** ‘I am going to die!’ His thoughts rushed to his death. He saw the assassin take a few more steps back to clear himself from the blast radius. Any second now, the knife will blow and will turn him into bits of pieces, a slab of meat. Dreygo closed his eyes and surrendered. Bang! A gunshot loomed. He opened his eyes but to his surprise, the explosion did not come. To his discovery, the knife was already destroyed. It was not his doing and he found Elaine was down the stairs and shot the knife’s handle with her handgun. Even the Assassin was surprised by the shot. A target that small was nearly impossible for her not to miss. Elaine immediately veered to her side and aimed the gun at the Assassin but her handgun was shoved back by the Assassin’s perfectly executed roundhouse kick. "Elaine!" Dreygo called. Without hesitation and regard for his injuries, Dreygo sprinted across the kitchen towards the living room and lunged his body toward the Assassin.
The reddish scabbard with metallic lining and a skull-designed pommel sword appeared before them from thin air. “How?” Dreygo asked excitedly. “I pulled some strings in the Demon world and the portal keepers. The exchange was…should I say, eventful,” Viriel replied. Dreygo started to walk towards his sword, still limping from the stab wound, but healing. He finally held the sword in his hand and it glowed red and streaks of fire embodied the sword the moment his fingers touched it. Holding it, Dreygo felt a tingling sensation that ran from his palm to his forearm down to his heart and pumped out towards every nerve endings in his body. He felt stronger, he felt a bit of god’s power in him. He unsheathed the sword and a slight shrieking sound of metal friction echoed inside the warehouse. He wafted the sword’s blade into the air as if regaling its weight for the first time. Swinging the sword efficiently, every movement had a sharp sound as it was slicing through air. “Are we expe
Tengzu, Cheena, Earth *** Blood spilled endlessly, and sprinkled the pavement whenever Dreygo sliced through the heaving undead demons. His weapon now possessed a longer blade and sharper than the purge blade - a dagger design. The demons were sliced like pieces of cloth. Elaine situated on a four-story apartment’s roof deck to gain a better vantage point from below, held her sniper rifle. Her shots gave Dreygo’s significant support in killing the Demons, decapitated some of them, and Dreygo followed by a swing or a stab with his sword to deliver their final deaths. It was the 50th undead demon of the night and recalled his death count. ************************************ Demon Ethers = 156 demons souls ************************************ The Death Harbinger's sword gave him a significant advantage in the fight, somewhat reprogramming himself back as the bringer of Death. He was the pest control and the Demons were the pests, as most human demons would say. Bodies of Tengzu
Tengzu, Cheena, Earth *** The wind blew dramatically and bounced from every direction. The atmosphere transformed tremendously which made the humans uneasy. Zerath felt the change in weather and it triggered his excitement. “This is it, Viriel. This is what I have been looking for.” Zerath was amused. Viriel felt the rage inside of him as a God's ability could nearly be overwhelming even on his capacity. But Nebirus assured that his power was compatible with his, even on a different vessel. “Release everything, Viriel. Show me everything!” Zerath engaged the angel. Viriel thought of not holding back. Of letting the power within grew outwardly but still on the level of control. Instantly, the tremors appeared from beneath their feet. The integrity of the pavement was challenged and could not withstand the quake as faint cracks appeared on the floor. “This is what you are looking for Zerath! Nebirus’ power! And you shall feel its wrath!” Viriel screamed. He felt that the god's po
Tengzu, Cheena, Earth *** Viriel snorted at the sight of the melting Demon Lord. Zerath hissed and grimaced in continuous pain that experienced his humanoid body. Smoke appeared all over his body, from his garments, from his exposed skin, and even from his face and scalp. “You thought…you..have..won?” Zerath spluttered. “Yeah. You are melting into liquid form and it’s a clear victory for me,” Viriel boasted. Zerath laughed forcibly and with difficulty. His voice now changed as the pollen acid was now eating his throat. Every time he laughed, somewhat a ball of phlegm obstructed his airways, gargling every time he spoke. Slowly, Viriel started to turn his back away from the defeated Demon showing no hint of mercy. Killing instantly the demon would be mercy. Making him suffer was not. He started to walk away. Suddenly, a thought struck him that made him stop. The Undead demons were still alive and breathing and continued to menace the area. He sensed it even a few blocks away. He
Tsi Luen City, Cheena, Earth *** Two figures perched on the highest roof deck of one of the tallest buildings of Tsi Luen. From afar, clusters of smoke wafted towards the overcast seen from the building’s standpoint. It was Tengzu’s aftermath hours after the skirmish. The place was dominated by authorities, police, and firefighter, collecting dead bodies, rescuing, prowling from the debris, evacuating survivors, and distinguishing fires. It was a mess. “What a waste,” Kragus snapped. “Zerath was cocky and he underestimated our enemies,” Belrag said. “We did not know that the Angel possessed Nebirus’ power. He could level the playing field by transforming into his true Demon form but he waited long enough and underestimated his opponent," Kragus recalled. Kragus did not expect Zerath to lose that easily. He witnessed the fight far away that Dreygo's senses could faintly reach. Most importantly even with the defeat, he had vital information about Viriel and Dreygo. He used Zerath t
It was the rain that woke Dreygo up. The gentle drops of the rain like small drums on his small hut roof had struck him with nostalgia. His head rang hard as if he had been asleep for years. His knees teetered as he tried to stand from the bed and found himself leaning against the wooden wall. His energy was drained maybe from the long slumber, he thought. He tried to think of something, but he knew that the world he was in was not a memory, nor the past, it was a new world. The feeling of nostalgia had suddenly visited him, escorted with pain, and depression. The reason was vague for the emotion he had experienced. He feared ever digging further into the root of what rumbled inside his stomach, deep in his thoughts something had lingered. He knew only sadness was waiting for him if he ever fathomed the reason. He took gentle strides outside the bedroom, his sole felt cold against the wooden floor. The woodwork was great, greater than he could ever build. The shack was small, and the
“Elaine, start the incantations!” Viriel suggested. “We will triangulate him.” Elaine opened the book of Forbidden Spells. “Dreygo ready your weapon.” “Wait! You said, there is a sacrifice, what is it?” “Do not to worry, Dreygo. Just do your thing. Keep Kragus weak and I will do the rest. Viriel, hold him again with your vines. He had no powers at the moment but we have very little window of opportunity here.” Viriel summoned again the vines, now they were deadly as ever as Anacondas in the deep rivers of Amathon. The pointy sharp tips of the vines like-blades, weaved through Kragus's body. Kragus incinerated them eventually, but it gave a heavy toll on God as his knees trembled right after. “You can all stop what you are doing, and I will reward the three of you. Kings and Queen of realms. You will have power and riches you can never imagine.” Kragus tempted, his words bubbled with blood. “Stop with your lies, Kragus. You are going to die now.” Dreygo said as he stabbed his swor
The Portal Keepers were giants riding with horses twice as large as cattle. They did not speak; their presence spoke for themselves. Their empty rustic helms held no face, only a long mantle of torn cloth that covered their bodies. Skeleton arms were mounted with rustic armor and gauntlets that held their weapons. Kragus was even silenced as their horses set foot on the ground. They stopped neighing and the horses stared at Kragus with a deadly intent and one portal keeper glanced at Dreygo. The harbinger was stunned by their presence as if one move would kill him instantly. He could not read their intentions, their plans, or how they fight, they just stood there as if they were greater than the God in front of them. The Hag finally drowned in her own blood and dropped dead to the ground. Elaine released a heavy sigh after their skirmish of black magic. She won, defeated a Century-old witch but it gave out a large toll on her. Weakly she stood against Viriel but happiness was plastere
“Now, Dreygo. This will be my last offer. Are you going to join me or join your comrades who had died in battle?” Kragus asked. He recovered and a mantle of aura could be sensed from afar. The Seer was beside him, delivering the Ferrum Minus back to God’s hand. “Welcome back, Lord Kragus.” The Seer whispered. “The clock is ticking, Dreygo. What are you going to do? I do not have time to wait all day. There is so much to do.” “Just kill me now, Kragus. I do not want to join with the likes of you. A scum to the realms! You made me what I am today, and you have shared your power. This does not give you the right that you can bend my principles. Kill me, if you don’t, I will kill you.” Dreygo answered. “So, you are determined to keep your decision on taking a God like me, even if it's impossible. Dreygo, I like your persistence. You have come this far and become the most powerful being in Hell, second to me. It is sure that I admired you, even from the start. You are my creation and my
As the Nocturnals and Kragus’ fight pressed on without any form of stoppage, the ground shook hard, an earthquake, so strong and abrupt. It was not because of their fight but something more dubious happening underneath them. The ground cracked and depressed as if they were pulled down to a hollow space underground. Dreygo ran himself to safety to where the cracks stopped. The birds flew everywhere as if the whole mountain was shaken. The fight between the Hell god and the Nocturnals had stopped momentarily. Something burst out from beneath the center of the crater and suddenly, vines sprouted. They grew so fast as if their growth were accelerated a billion times more than normal. The vines became larger as they emerged and crawled towards the air vertically. They intertwined so grotesquely but beautifully; one could not understand the combination of the natural design with less feeble-minded beings lesser than the gods. As it grew almost a kilometer high, the branches sprouted outwar
“I know you’re out there, Dreygo!” Kragus called out. His voice was fierce but calm, but somewhat tired like a man drank too much but could still hold his composure. The Hell God sauntered closer towards where Dreygo was hidden, his sword dragged against the ash ground. Dreygo went out from the shadow of the boulder and made himself visible to his enemy. His beast transformation was still intact, it was a good thing he thought. Now, the only question that flooded his thoughts, can he defeat the weakened Hell God? or was it another Hell God’s misdirection. He had to secure victory for this fight and should give his all, no second chances, otherwise it would mean the end of the three realms. “Well done, Kragus. You have proven yourself the most powerful of all three realms. Then, what’s next? Sit yourself on the throne and turn the realms like hell?” Dreygo responded. “We will cross the bridge when we get there, Dreygo. The offer still stands. Stand by me and you will become a God. I
It was too late. The Kraken was only a diversion and Arkeus had fixated his attention on killing it. Even Dreygo and Sarakiel had bought the same distraction. It gave ample time for Kragus to rally strength to conjure his ultimate weapon. His Solar Flare and Hell Freeze combined. Flame as bright and hot as the sun and frozen wind gust freezing everything it touches, both phenomena in one plane on opposite sides and Kragus was at the center. It created a dome around the two Gods, it was faint at first, but it became more visible as time passed.A dome made of flame and cold chilling air combined, it seemed that Kragus’ ultimate power was a God killer, Dreygo thought. The look on Arkeus’ face was stunned and surprised. Dreygo and Sarakiel was outside of the dome, but they could see passed through it. Dreygo could not explain but the dome was horrific to look at. Never in all his waking life had seen such powers of opposite character were merging into one. Even science could not fathom a
The Templar’s Hall cracked open as two Gods clashed each other with their unfathomable might. Kragus summoned a flame that engulfed his arms and Arkeus with his wind and lighting on both palms and with tremendous speed and energy, everything was devastated as both clashed together.And as the dust settled, the two gods were both gone, only the rays of the sky light shone through the devastated ceiling. Sarakiel had difficulty in standing up as his skin was burnt. But he was healing. Dreygo followed as he jumped through the ceiling and landed on the garden outside the hall. He found them just over the outskirts of the city boundaries as the clash continued, just at the foot of the mountain Stoic.He could feel the small quakes of the ground trembled below his feet. Lightning came and a gush of a deadly wind all in one place where the fight transpired. Flames and Ice also towered as assumed Kragus with his attacks. Dreygo ran towards to where the fight took place. It would take him ten
Just right before Dreygo had to jump for an attack, Kragus faced him and said, “Remember, Dreygo. Remember, who you serve and remember the stakes for killing me. I know you have prepared on the knowledge of conjuring the Forbidden spell.” The Hell God smiled. It gave Dreygo a jolt of memory of the powers the coursed through his veins were just borrowed from the Hell God.Sarakiel sauntered to the dead angel bodies and took one sword lying on the ground. Without hesitation Sarakiel moved almost unnoticed by Dreygo as the former grasped the sword. Sarakiel poured everything on his sword attacks, even shouting at every strike. Dreygo could feel the heavy reverberations of steel hitting against steel in an incredible showcase of skill. It was intense and fast. But Kragus just defended them all with his sword, wide and light, almost effortless and without even delivering a single counter attack himself. As if Kragus was just observing or relaxing as their skirmish lengthened. It was seemin