Killer of gods

Chapter 2

The Beginning of Torment

Noisy. It is difficult to breathe because of the large crowds of people. The corridor we are walking down is clearly intended for fewer people. It made it damn hot. The shirt began to stick uncomfortably to the body, which made me wince every time if someone touched my back.

As soon as the other cadets and I got to the fifth floor of the first building, we were immediately met by the God and the Goddess. Because of what I had to stop and immediately line up in ranks. The gods stood near the open door to the auditorium. That's where all the young warriors went.

I immediately understood who they were, and there is no need to guess. A man, a huge giant, in scarlet armor, and a girl with pitch-black curls and her tunic of the same color. The average person obviously wouldn't dress like that. For sure ...

The man began to examine each cadet. His eyes even fell on me a couple of times. Not very nice...

“Everyone lined up quickly,” the command rang out. - I am David, God of War, and now I am your teacher in battles, I will teach you how to kill the Gods.

Here is the irony, God will teach how to kill Gods. I immediately knew that he was the God of War by his armor. Usually the gods wear clothes corresponding to their divine names.

“Hello, I’m Minerva, Goddess of Wisdom, your god teacher,” the sweet girl said, “I’ll tell you about all the existing Gods and their weaknesses, from the Renegades to the Second Generation.

What? Renegades - okay, I know who they are. Second generation? For the first time I hear, probably, they will tell how and what. But judging by the appearance of Minerva, they all take a cue from Albertine. Or is it the usual outfit of the Goddess of Wisdom.

“Exactly, you don’t know that the Gods are divided into strata,” the Goddess gasped, “but that’s okay, I’ll tell you everything and…”

- Well, it's enough! yelled David, “you will teach them in the lesson!” Now I'm wondering where this god of death walks?

Suddenly I felt despair and cold all over my body. What's this? My heart felt so nauseous that I wanted to vomit. And I wasn't the only one who felt it. All the cadets, with their heads pressed to their shoulders like kites, looked around.

“Don't swear, David, I was at Albertina's.

I swear. I just blinked for a second, and David and Minerva were already standing with a man ... no, he was clearly not a man. GOD! If I recognized the God of War and the Goddess of Wisdom by their clothes, then it is different here. Power emanates from him. Dark ... as if he were the very fiend of hell. His appearance matched the Aura around him. The man had gray hair and eyes as red as fresh blood. He was dressed in black armor that looked like cloth. Strange armor. First time I see this...

"Amedeo, you've finally arrived!" David yelled. — Say your speech, we will finish with the greetings.

Is he the god of death? Well, man, I've never felt such a sense of danger in my life, and I've seen a lot.

The gray-haired man only slightly smiled at the words of his brother. He turned to the cadets, examining each. His eyes were like those of an animal. It seemed to be looking for a prey.

Candidates, I am Amedeo, God of Death. I will train you to awaken the magic. Since your combat teacher wants to finish the welcome part quickly, we'll now move on to the Sphere of Life. As soon as you put your hand on it, it will show what class of mage you are. Minerva, tell me what classes of mages are.

Yes, of course, Amedeo. There are six types of mages,” Minerva began to explain. — First class — Elemental Mages, Elementalists, these magicians rely on the energy of four elements in their spells. They command the elements. Blood Mages are the second class, differing from Element Mages in that they draw their powers from within their blood. None of the classes is capable of influencing a living being in such a way, and not only on the magician himself, but also on those around him. Not only does blood carry and represent strength in a physical and material sense, a blood mage is one of the strongest among the varieties of mages. Third class - Werewolves. These people can turn into animals. They can also take the form of fairy creatures if they are well represented, but this will take a huge amount of magic. More used as scouts on the front line. Healers - fourth grade, they are able to heal a dying comrade in a few moments and regrow severed limbs. They can also show a person's memories. Amplifiers - the fifth class, use amplification magic. In most cases, they strengthen and protect the team. Very rare is the sixth class - God Slayers. People who, after opening the gates, have particles of the Gods in their bodies, and these particles make their magic look like the energy that the Gods fight with. Particles merge with magic. We can say that they can be any class. If you have such particles in you, and you hit God, then he will feel the damage much more than if he was hit by any other magician. There are five God Killers in total. So you have to understand how rare this is. It can be said that there are five types of magic, and the sixth is an addition to the capabilities of the magician.

Is everything clear to everyone? David growled loudly.

God of War clearly needs to see a psychologist. He's not himself.

“Yes, teacher David,” the cadets barked in unison.

The gods entered the auditorium. Then all the cadets. The crowd was dense, not organized. Everyone wanted to quickly learn their class of mage. Yes, what to hide. I myself wanted to quickly understand who I am!

Having settled in a huge room, where in the center there was a small podium, and on it the Sphere of Life is a ball with stains that your class shouts out, the cadets froze in anticipation. The three Gods stood by the sphere and spoke quietly. I wonder where this sphere has a mouth or a speaker? ..

Amedeo waved his hand. He signaled to start.

Everyone fits and the ball tells them their type. If only I wasn't a Werewolf, I can't stand animals and I'm afraid of most of them. It turns out that if I turn and look at my reflection, I will catch a heart attack every time. Will not go. So, here comes the first one. The guy put his hand on the sphere. Second pause, and:

"Blood Mage!" shouted the Sphere in a woman's voice.

 Damn, lucky asshole, how happy he is. I'll go somewhere at the end. For now, I'm just watching.

~~~

Boy, are you coming or not? Everyone is just waiting for you! the God of War said irritably.

I woke up from a thoughtful contemplation of the wall. I waited like twenty minutes.

“Yes, I am ready, teacher David,” I approached the sphere of life.

Reaching out his hand, he placed it on the sphere, and it shone.

This is the moment of my whole life. If I turn out to be a Werewolf, even if I survive the fear of animals, my sister will laugh at me when she finds out ... and when I come to Kendro, she will ask me to turn into a horse or someone else, and so I will be used until end of days.

— …

Nothing happens. What? What the hell are you talking about, hey?! Hello, is anyone at home? Do not do it this way! Perhaps I am lucky, and it was on me that this miracle broke ...

“Elemental Mage…

Phew, relieve me, gentlemen. Psychic, how good. And then I tried to remove my hand from the sphere, but I could not. Something I don't like. After all, the ball seemed to be glued to my palm. It even got a little hotter.

“Master David, I can’t remove my hand,” I laughed in confusion.

“Boy, you got it, it can’t be tacos…”

“Godslayer,” said the orb.

There was a dead silence in the room, I myself was in shock from what was happening. There are five Godslayers, and they all fight on the front lines. Looks like the worst period of my life starts today. Maybe she's broken? Is there a crack somewhere?

“Minerva, tell Albertine about this,” David managed to say, moving away from surprise.

- Good. The Goddess left immediately.

— Cadet, what is your name? asked the god of war.

— Alester.

“Congratulations, Alester… Now you will become my favorite student…” his smile did not portend an easy future for me. - I hope you survive!

"Let it go!" I thought, looking at David with a grin. Such magic is rare. And I didn't expect it to be like that. My head is spinning, but in my heart I rejoiced. But why? I don’t even understand myself anymore… it’s too complicated.

“Don’t scare him,” Amedeo stood next to me. “So the sixth God Slayer… Looks stupid.”

- BUT?!

The death god just grinned like a snake. He spread his hands to the sides and said:

- That's all for today. Cadets, go to the dormitory, get enough sleep and at exactly 8:00 you have your first lesson. I hope everything is clear to everyone? David's subordinates are already waiting for you to be distributed.

~~~

Now it remains to get to the hostel and go to bed. The wind picked up outside. Cold and bone-chilling.

Leaving the first building and passing by beautiful columns with images of people engraved on them, I immediately went to the hostel. The building was dilapidated, somewhere even holes could be seen.

As soon as I stood at the door, I heard voices. Lots of votes. He opened the door to the dormitory hall and found a lot of people in blue armor scurrying back and forth. The cadets, like me, were waiting for orders where to go.

- Go to your rooms! shouted one of the Gods in blue armor. - Two people will live in each room. There are signs with your names on the doors. Search.

David's assistants quickly withdrew. Apparently, there were enough worries. The cadets moved along the corridor. Everyone was looking for their own name.

I passed the first floor... the second... and only at the end of the corridor on the third did I finally find my name. I was afraid that I had overlooked my sign on the first one.

"Alester Lambert"

There she is. Let's see who my neighbor is... Aran Adams. This is, if memory serves, the blonde who first came out to tell about himself. Hmm, he is an avenger, he came to fight for his parents. Commendable on the one hand, but on the other - too stupid. It will be very difficult for him to take revenge on God, this is not a person who can simply be pierced with a stick or beaten with fists. This is an immortal creature that can tear you apart with one finger. Okay, I'll go and meet my neighbor, I hope he's normal.

Opening the door sharply, I immediately met with Aran. He stood a stone's throw from the entrance, as if aware of my arrival. Although ... he already knew that I would come.

"Hi neighbor, I'm Aran Adams!"

Hi, I'm Ale...

"Alastair Lambert, Englishman," Aran interrupted me.

“Yes, you are right,” I nodded, and my neighbor looked at me with a fixed look. - Do you have any problems? I walked over and looked piercingly into the blonde's eyes.

No, no, I'm sorry if I offended you.

He tested how many nerves I have left? Believe me, a lot. Haven't endured these yet. But maybe he's just curious. After all, I'm from the epicenter, the first destroyed city.

- Nevermind. I'm going to bed," I answered, and went to the bed.

“Okay, I’ll do the same,” Aran nodded happily.

I lay down on the bed and looked around. The room was not distinguished by any interior, it was simple. Two beds against the walls, each with a wardrobe.

Let's sum up today. First, he quarreled with Albertina and her subordinate. Secondly, I met teachers Minerva, David and - brrr - Amedeo. As I recall his spectacular appearance, it becomes so bad. You can’t scare the people like that, this God has completely missed the balls for the rollers. Horror. Thirdly, I met Aran, this blonde seems to want to ask me about something, you can see it in his eyes and behavior. Okay, if you want, ask. Fourth - David promised to destroy me in training ... But there is the last, fifth ... I am the Killer of Gods! Could I dream about it? I don't know... I didn't even think about it. Everything is like in the movies. Like I'm a hero chosen from above.

The eyelids became heavy. Still, I didn't sleep all night. As soon as I closed my eyes, the darkness immediately devoured my world, and I passed out in seconds ...

***

Sharp cackle. The darkness in my eyes turned into a blurry saucer. Eyelids like cast iron. And I only heard one thing:

- Everybody get up.

- Rise, slugs!