Brighver Mountains, Derunia City He walked striking through the heaving trees as he left the Seer's house. It was quiet now and the beauty of the forest sprang as the fog gradually fades. Crows and bats fled the area as no sounds were audible of their cawing and shrieks. The evergreen leaves painted the scene with a combination of brown leaves covering the earth. No more voices, no more hostilities, only a beautiful scent of mountain air and the faint songs of birds. Dreygo clasped his wounded shoulder and blood raced down his arm leaving blood trails on the ground. He knew he was stronger than this. He was not a normal human, a Demon tested in the harshest environments, and he can take a wound like this. But his wound seemed to have worsened each time he gained steps. The pain he felt bit stronger than a normal wound and the sting sprouted from the corners of the open flesh. It was so discomforting. Then he remembered that the blade that struck him was the Ferrum minus. A bane we
Centennia, Heaven World ( A day before) Knock. Knock. Knock. Viriel stood behind the Mahogany door looking to speak with the famous Blacksmith in Centennia, Heaven World. A soft rustling sound was overheard in Viriel's ears and the door opened for a few seconds. A stocky Angel stood before Viriel. His features were old and he had wings like the Angel warriors unlike other souls in Heaven that maintained their humanoid form – wingless. He wore white clothes that covered his whole body and a golden string that served as his belt. Zudkiel was one of the oldest angel warriors who retired a long time ago and was chosen to become a blacksmith. A noble duty to serve the Heavenly supreme. He was the first among the Angel warriors and was deployed as one of the 1st ranks during his stint. He was one of the legendary Angel warriors that have served the heavenly supreme the longest and one who contributed much that molded the foundation of the Heaven world. Zudkiel smiled at first sight of
The tires screeched hard as the car swerved left and right, overtaking traffic along the High way. The accelerator pedal was pressed hard almost kissing the Range Rover’s floor and the Engine hummed hard achieving its full velocity. Viriel drove the Range Rover together with Dreygo in the passenger seat and Elaine at the back. It was a five-hour drive to Meropas and they prayed that they were not too late for Kragus to destroy the Oil rig. Dreygo knew that he can’t stop Kragus in the meantime as Viriel had stipulated this new information. They need to learn how to conjure the Five Forbidden spells of the Heavenly Laws' seventh degree for them to stop Kragus. Secondly, hunt down and eliminate all of Kragus’ six Demon Lords. But Dreygo insisted on still pursuing Kragus for he could not stomach the idea to let Kragus kill innocent people that easily. Viriel knew that two of the Demon Lords came with Kragus on Earth but he had less information on their whereabouts. Their car turned on
Tsi Luen City, Cheena Continent, Earth *** Tsi Luen was a large city of Cheena situated at the center of the vast continent. The said province greatly impacted other regions because of its power and influence. Tsi Luen government usually was driven by the Cheenean Triads and one of them and the most powerful was called the Zi Lok Triad. Zi Lok's arms webbed through Tsi Luen's network of businesses and influential groups that made them untouchable. Money was everything for Zi Lok Triad and they blackmailed people in governance, political authorities, and even the head of the police force through money, injected fear to gain utmost underground power. Drugs and weapons were the best trades this Triad delivered and corrupted every local government that comprised the said province. Tsi Luen police had come to an agreement that never to interfere with Zi Lok's businesses in exchange for healthy compensation. Threatening their loved ones was their specialty, from friends, and direct fam
Uncontrollable shivers crept all over Dreygo’s body and his hands were cold as ice as the airplane descended fast and turned to position itself for a landing towards the wide airstrip of Tsi Luen Airport. Elaine noticed it as she glanced at Dreygo with a paled face from the moment the airplane abruptly ascended to the sky from the runway. Dreygo did not care to eat meals offered by the stewardess and just sat still, almost motionless, impatiently waiting for the flight to end. His food from the previous meal lifted as the plane did its abrupt descend. He could taste the chicken sauce that flooded his tongue. Elaine smiled at him and he wanted to give Dreygo some comfort as she saw him perspiring like a leaking faucet on Dreygo’s forehead. Dreygo never had driven before an airplane, only horses and wagons during his time on Earth. The medieval times were an uncomfortable place and era to live as Dreygo had recollected, comparing to the comfort that the modern time pro
High-rise buildings, overpasses, roads intertwined from below and above, numerous lights, billboards, and so much more flitted in the eyes of Dreygo. He kept it to himself but Elaine and Viriel knew that Dreyo was flabbergasted with the sights he experienced. Tsi Luen City was a colorful city and the economy was booming compared to Derunia City – dry and heaved with residential housing that mixed with medium scale enterprises. Modern structures and establishments in Tsi Luen had large LED screens that would appear that the building was a large Television or was moving, which fascinated Dreygo.The rain poured hard against their vehicle and it made the ambient temperature cooler. Dreygo loved the feeling. The coldness, the view, the way the humans portrayed love as they greeted their loved ones at the airport, a driving force grew that his mission should be accomplished. A mission to stop Kragus from destroying Earth.As their vehicle stopped at a red traffic ligh
Siren sounds of police cars and firetrucks surpassed the music volume of all the advertisements on digital billboards. Barricades were placed surrounding the exploded car. Dreygo and Viriel were oblivious to the assassin’s move. It was the doing of the cunning Zi Lok’s assassin to divert their attention and left Elaine behind the room, defenseless. Elaine approached the room hurriedly as she heard the housekeeper’s call. By instinct, she peeped at the door’s hole before she opened the door. She saw nobody conspicuous looking at the peephole but she knew that somebody was out there as she pressed her ear to the wooden door. She heard faint breathing. She did not respond to the call and she suddenly remembered Zi Lok’s reach and capabilities. Moreover, the man gawking at them at the airport. There was nowhere to hide and there was only one thing she could think of. She must contact Dreygo and Viriel. But both did not possess a mobile phone. So, she hurried to the balcony and closed the
The deafening sound of alarm alerted the people in the Xianchi hotel. Another batch of Rescuers and bomb squads invaded the place and every customer was evacuated outside, a block away from the building. Elaine and Viriel carried Dreygo as the latter was half-conscious toward the taxi. Blood continuously dripped at Dreygo’s shirt as he coughed blood and suffered minute lacerations caused by flown cement particles during the blast. There was no need for hospitalization for the Harbinger for he could heal faster than human beings. He could feel pain but his body could regenerate itself at an accelerated pace. The Taxi driver, a lanky old man, complained about Dreygo’s condition that blood might stain his car seat covers. Viriel negotiated with the driver and gave him extra bucks for any trouble that would cause him. The driver had a different language which made Viriel difficult to communicate. In the end, Viriel used his power to make the Driver peacefully submit and accept the paym
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