A cold aura emanated from his body as the guards collapsed, foaming at the mouths.
Theresa dropped to her knees, her breathing heavy. Ruth glanced at Maxwell, a cold sweat breaking out on her." Put the stone away" Ruth shouted as she reached out for it.Estel was puzzled as to why they were overreacting. She closed her hand, the hand that held the pebble and placed it in her pocket.The stone had reacted to Maxwell exploding his nonexistent aura to that of a cold and domineering one.Maxwell turned his head, looking furiously at Ruth, who had been barely hanging on, and fell to her knees when her gaze met his." Maxy, that's enough", Estel said as she grabbed Maxwell's hands affectionately.She had become aware of what was happening. It seemed Maxwell's aura was too much for them to handle.Maxwell's gaze softened as the invisible pressure disappeared.Ruth's body fell, as she breathed heavily trying to recover whatever little strength she still had left." It seems you have grown stronger, you were unaffected by my aura", Maxwell said as he turned, his gaze meeting hers." What aura, your aura if let out could even destroy mountains, I have not grown that much but it seems you have grown weaker... It might have something to do with your rebirth" Este exclaimed as she looked curiously at Maxwell.Maxwell ignored her, his soft gaze became stern."Give me the stone; I have waited too long... those bastards have to pay. They even had the guts to destroy the family of this life," Maxwell's gaze turned fiery as he spoke.Estel nodded as she took out the black pebble, she reached out her hand in an attempt to hand it over. At that moment, the sky dimmed, and the scenery changed.***********Maxwell and Estel found themselves in what appeared to be a playground. The area was devoid of life and emanated a creepy vibe.Seated on a seesaw was a striking woman donned in a flowing grey gown that draped gracefully over her form. Even in its loose fit, the fabric accentuated her curves, drawing forth admiration and affection rather than mere lust.She looked at her guests, the ones she had brought over, and gestured for them to join her.Estel complied moving as though hypnotized by her motherly allure. She left Maxwell's side and sat beside her." Maxwell, won't you join us" she spoke throwing Maxwell a warm smile.Maxwell did not move an inch as he gazed coldly at her.The woman stood from where she sat and made her way to Maxwell, " This appearance of yours is quite cute," she said reaching her hands to pet him." If you don't like that hand, then by all means do go on" Maxwell exclaimed his expression unchanging.The woman retracted her hand as beads of cold sweat formed on her cheeks." I am sorry for my insolence, Let's talk in a more professional setting... and can I leave that one behind," she said politely, glancing in Estel's direction.Maxwell shrugged, she took that as took that as a yes. With a snap of a finger, the scenery changed to that of an office. A late 90s-style office with two chairs, one behind the office table while the other stood in front. Maxwell occupied the chair behind the desk while the woman took the guest chair." Can't you wait a bit, you might get killed again if you attack them now" the woman spoke" Die again, do you know how many times they have killed me, how many families they have destroyed... how many cities have been ruined all in the name of eradicating a mistake? Don't sit there and act all innocent, you manipulated me the first time I came to you for help. You will not be left unscathed after I am done with those scoundrels" Maxwell spoke, his tone becoming hoarser the more he spoke."I know I'm no saint, but can't you cut your junior sister some slack? I did what I had to do, but now I see the error of my ways," the woman said, attempting to act cute and win favor in Maxwell's eyes.Maxwell ignored her and continued" Why did you bring me here, I think I have gathered enough strength to rid the world of those pests"" You mean that puny stone, and if you may have forgotten in this life you have yet to grow. You will meet your end if you act rashly. Revenge is a dish best served cold. Take your time, Thea and I and a few others will back you up. They have also been preparing so please..." she said in an almost pleading tone."Thea... ah yes, she's one of the few who has never wronged me. Perhaps she's seen something I don't know," Maxwell mused, his thoughts directed toward Thea, the blind goddess." But you, Isis, have wronged me, haven't you?" he said, his gaze turning cold as he looked at the woman identified as Isis, the mother goddess.----------Isis the mother goddess, is a god who was born after the first human birth. The first humans who were created and thus she was not born during that period but was born only after the first human had given birth to their first child. From then on, she grew in power as more children were born, now being one of the most powerful Gods to ever exist.[NB: The above statement is not mythologically accurate but modified for the sake of the novel]-------------" I...I... at least didn't kill anyone, can't you just let bygones be bygones," Isis said with a pout.Maxwell rolled his eyes at her and ignored her. He pondered for a moment before speaking."Regarding what you said earlier, you might be right. I shouldn't rush in blindly. I was too blinded by rage and might have gotten myself killed this time too. You have a point. I am too weak, and they might have found a way to completely eradicate me. I will heed your advice... Ah, It seems my time is almost up. I entrust myself to your care. If you do well, I might just forgive you. I will seal my memories, allowing only a little to resurface at a time." Maxwell spoke as his red eyes began to fade." I have a lot of legacies around the world and will have to get them before I start my massacre. When that time comes I will have to leave, fare well and please help make this life a better one," He said once more as the red color completely faded from his eye, his domineering aura disappearing into nothingness.Maxwell, the five-year-old boy, looked around his environment, his clear blue eyes shimmering in confusion. His gaze met that of Isis, causing him to lose consciousness.*********" Sister Ruth, he is awake," one of the nuns said as she opened the door to Ruth's office. Ruth stood, feeling a bit nervous about the prospect of meeting the boy again. She still vividly remembered the bone-chilling gaze and the pressure she felt from that small body. She tried to calm her nerves; during her unconscious state, she was visited by Isis, who instructed her to treat him like the others and to welcome Estel into the institution. As a humble devotee of the mother goddess, she had no choice but to oblige.She bit her lower lip as she made her way to where the boy lay.Before she entered she breathed and out in a rhythmic pattern seemingly trying to calm her nerves. She held the handle and pushed the door open." Max, how are you doing"Maxwell had sat up on his bed with tears dripping down his cheeks. A memory, a memory he had forgotten resurfaced. The memory of that night, a night of horror played back like a movie in his mind. He teared up as he recalled those moments.Ruth's tense nerves relaxed as she saw the boy crying. She approached him, offering a warm embrace while gently stroking his head."Let it out, I'm here for you; you can cry as much as you want to," she spoke in a soothing tone.Despite not knowing the reason for the boy's tears, her motherly instincts took over as she held him close, providing comfort.Maxwell felt a comforting warmth enveloping him as he sniffled and returned the hug."He is just a child; what happened to make him cry like that... It doesn't matter what happened or what he is; a child is a child," she thought to herself as she hugged him tighter. They remained in that comforting embrace for a couple of minutes."Sister Ruth, thank you. I am okay now," Maxwell said, his voice hoars
Michael's body fell, blood gushing uncontrollably from his chest. Maxwell, who had just arrived to witness this, stood motionless. He couldn't move, not out of fear of the beast before him not panicked by the death of his best friend but due to anger and frustration. " Why...why won't you leave me alone" Maxwell muttered under his breath his body slightly shaking from anger.His blue eyes flickered between shades of purple and red. The air around him churned violently as he glared at the demon before him.Noticing the changes around, the demon turned its head, its gaze meeting Maxwell's blood-red eyes. The demon flinched instinctively, stepping back in fear. 'No, I must kill you; then, my brothers will love me,' it roared as it ran toward Maxwell. The turbulent air around Maxwell struck it, sending it hurtling into the trees in its path. It was pushed several meters from the scene, finally stopping as it hit a tree, halting its momentum.Maxwell moved a step forward vanishing from
In a grand palace hall, a baby lay barely breathing, struggling to inhale amidst the thick smoke that filled the room. The beautiful luxurious palace was now bloody, with thorn limbs and guts decorating the once glamorous hall. Amidst all this, the baby was somehow left unscathed. The perpetrators fought with each other over who was to sit on the throne unaware of the baby's presence. Amidst the chaos caused by their babbling, a lone soldier who was barely clinging to life made his way to the baby. One might call it luck, divine intervention, or even fate, but what was, was that the unknown soldier was able to grab the baby and take him out of the palace.Dark smoke rose, swaying to the tunes sung by the flames from whence it emerged. Outside the palace resembled a descent into hell, with demonic beasts prowling the area, for food whether it being the living or the deceased. Their movements were so natural that one could mistake this place for their abode.Every great kingdom is a l
The boy did not wake even after three days. He seemed to have found peace in his slumber. One cannot always hide from reality, reality is a b*tch and will always be so. Sleep could not save him, his body and mind which had been exhausted had now recovered. The eyes that had been closed now opened, and slowly adjusted to the light of his surroundings. He looked around hoping the nightmare he had experienced would be as it sounded, just a nightmare. But as said earlier, reality is one hell of a b*tch and will not bend even for this three-year-old boy. He noticed his new environment and knew that what had happened was indeed realHe sat up on the soft bed he found himself on, it was softer than what he was used to. But the boy was so sad that he did not notice the nature of what he sat on. He hugged his legs tightly, tears flowing freely. It's a universal response to weep when in pain, regardless of the world in which you find yourself.After what felt like an eternity, he heard footste
The demonic beasts had entered the temple unbeknownst to its residents. The number of casualties was minimal for the temple had measures against such tragedies. It seemed this was not the first such a thing had happened but they did not expect it so quickly.The temple was left abandoned with no one in sight, one disintegrated in glowing white dust as soon as the light of their eyes faded, a precaution by the temple to prevent the unknown." He was surely here, I will never mistake his smell," a wolf-like demonic beast said as it made sniffing sounds. It looked more like a werewolf than an actual wolf. Standing tall on its hind legs it ordered its companions to search the vicinity making sure no stone was left unturned.********" That dammed witch, she got us again" voices echoed in a seemingly empty room. The room was dark with the only light being a pair of bright, fiery red eyes.*********Maxwell had completely integrated into his new environment. It had been a month since he jo
Clip-clop, clip-clop, clip-clop... sounds of horse galloping sounded as they threshed the road that led to the capital. The journey was two days long and the first day had come to an end thus they set up camp in a clear site they found nearby. The strong-looking men stood guard while the sisters prepared food and shared it with everyone present.They were not necessarily in the wild and thus the smell of the food would not attract the wild animals or demonic beasts. The roads were not frequently used nonetheless most of the beasts around it had been driven into the deeper parts of the forest.The wind sang and the trees danced swaying their branches and leaves to its rhythm.The unsuspecting victims lay down, resting their tired necks after a long journey, necks that seemed scrumptious to the beasts that hid in the bushes ready to attack. Grey-furred wolves and ware bats stood in wait, patiently waiting for the right moment to strike. The moon hung high as sounds of soft rhythmic bre
The sisters stayed up the rest of the night, disposing of the bodies of the slain demonic beasts. Unlike humans, whose souls are sent into the cycle of reincarnation, demonic beast corpses naturally decay and return to the earth.The sisters then collected the bodies of the fallen men, and using the symbol of the god of death and reincarnation, they initiated the process to send their souls into the cycle of reincarnation."The sun peered over the horizon, filling the earth with its radiance. The sisters, who had stayed up all night, looked radiant. They did not have the vibe of someone who had stayed up all night or fought a horde of monsters." Theresa, go and wake the children, I will prepare the meals", Ruth said as she walked towards the forest.Theresa nodded as she made her way towards the kids' tent. " Oh mother of all, let your children rise as the sun rises," Theresa said a prayer to cancel the spell Ruth had placed on the kids.It was not a must that prayer needed to be s