Ivar stood before a mountain cave, probably waiting for someone to permit him to enter because the cave was open and he was still standing in the Crimson sunlight. A man came out from the cave, "You can go now." Ivar rushed into the cave, the cave wasn't normal from the inside. It looked more like an army camp; camps and guards everywhere; there were a lot of white, red, and black tents. These three colors were the ones that the Soliden Army used in their flag and uniforms. White for justice that they fight for, red for blood that will be shed, and black for the future, because they didn't know what the future holds for them. There in between all those camps was a huge wood room, it was made with huge logs of trees and had a door, unlike other cloth tents. Ivar knocked on the door. A man with red hair opened the door, "Come in." There was a round table around which a total of 6 people were seated including the red-haired man, with a big beard and blue eyes. All of them were masculine and seemed perfectly like they fought wars every day, they weren't well suited, all of them were wearing armor and ragged clothes and their faces were covered in dust and cuts. "I am here as a messenger," Ivar said while sitting on a chair. "The well-known Hellborn, Abban The Silent Reaper had taken hold of my daughter and asked me to arrange a meeting with you or my daughter will be sold to Djinns." The aura in the room shifted, and all general's smiles vanished as they heard the name. "You don't mean the guy who crawled back from Hellburn?" Amir the second general inquired. Ivar's gaze fell to the ground, "Yes. He wants to meet you all and talk about a contract to kill Djinn King." Amir gulped, Einar the 6th general calmed himself, while others stood from their chairs shouting a word all at once, "What!" Einar punched the table, "Sit down, I know who we are talking about. But we need to know everything before we make any decision. " All generals pulled themselves together, "So, you are saying that he showed up and said to arrange a meeting with us so he can talk about a deal to kill Djinn king? He must be foolish; we have been trying to kill him for 70 years now, why would we need a contract to kill someone that we have been trying to kill for decades?" Ivar looked towards the generals, "He doesn't want to give you a contract to kill Djinn Lord. He wants you to give him a contract to terminate him. He didn't give me all the details but, it's clear that he wants something from you in return." The generals were out cold, and Ivar threw bullet after bullet of strange things. The great Silent Reaper wanting to talk to them, about killing the strongest man in the whole Domain was not a simple matter. None had ever imagined this scenario, they were trying to kill the Djinn king but, in their hearts, they knew killing him was not possible for Soliden Army. Einar, who was probably the main General, stood up and walked towards Ivar "So, we have two choices, take his offer and if he comes here he might kill us all and the other choice is we can just ignore him," Other generals sighed in relief. Ivar bowed his head down thinking about his daughter, Einar added, "But, if we ignore him, he would just catch another one of us and this time he might not be too polite and just ask about our hideout and kill us all." General's breath hung in fear. "Kill us all? You know he doesn't kill, he slaughters. Torture, makes you eat your comrades and even your body parts. He is a monster. But, now that he has made up his mind, he won't be backing down. He never leaves anything half-done, we can call more forces to protect us but his battle IQ is on another level, I've seen him fight. He killed 20 Solidens without using his weapons. They stabbed him and slashed his skin but every time he got hit he just became more fierce and more powerful. I saw a man stab him threw the shoulder, his expression didn't change, those eyes, those dreadful eyes." He looked towards his shaking hands, "All he needs to do is look at you and you will die of heart attack. He is no longer human, he survived Hellburn. No one, not even a Prodigy can survive Hellburn." Abbas, the red-haired guy who opened the door, also called Third General said. Einar scanned all Generals, "What do you propose?"
Amir stood up, "You say it like we have a choice. Whatever we do, we are doomed." Ivar joined the conversation, " We don't have enough forces right now to stop him and he can just ask other Hellborns to come with him. He gave me a month, so we have a lot of time to think." Einar looked relieved. "He is flexing on us, giving us a whole month to figure out how we would like to die. Cocky bastard. Meeting him on his terms seems the best option. Stand up if you oppose." All generals stayed seated, with their heads bowed down in shame and fear. "Okay, then we will meet him after one month, wherever he wants. But you will stay here until then, I need to confirm with higher-ups. " Ivar nodded. "Soliden Generals," Einar shouted, "Why do I see fear in your eyes? I know he is a monster, but so were those Djinns we have killed in the past, we have survived for decades and we will survive this thing too. And if he wants to kill the Djinn Lord, then we will be able to get rid of those bastards sooner than we expected. He is strong but think about it, if he joins our ranks, what would happen? We need a monster to kill Djinn Lord." Generals looked a little bit relieved, but the fear wasn't completely gone.Abban was once again bathing in fresh blood, standing on corpses that he probably slaughtered. It was hard to count because they scattered their limbs all over the room. Walls painted with blood, Zayan opened the door only to find another one of Abban's slaughterhouses, and it was the third room that he had found on his way. He was looking for any survivors so he could add to his count, but all he found were limbs scattered in the entire building. "You killed the whole crew, that's like 24 Solidens," He said with anger, "I told you to leave some for me, and we agreed that we would divide, the job I was on was too small, only 3 there were." Abban turned back and eyed him. Zayan lightened up, "Whatever, this was the last job in the pool. So, how many of the total did you kill, my count is 19?" Abban passed through the door, "I don't count bugs I step on." Zayan frowned, "The Silent Reaper talked," Zayan rushed behind him, but suddenly a Soliden swung his sword but Zayan ducked before i
After a long sleep, Zayan woke up, it was daytime, and the red-blooded sun was shining in the sky. Zayan looked around to find Abban but, he was nowhere to be seen. Anny was cleaning the floor, where Abban had slept. She was sitting and brushing the blood off the ground with a wet cloth. Zayan became curious, 'What the hell is up with her? She isn't afraid of us; people die of a heart attack just by laying eyes on Abban. And she said that he stinks and now she is cleaning his room. Could it be?' He frowned and stood up instantly, he took a blade off the wall and placed it on her neck, Anny fell backward with sudden shock and fear, her eyes filled with fear of death. She started shaking to the bones. "You are a spy, aren't you?" Anny felt not only fear but, her life flashing before her eyes, 'I'm going to die, and he is going to kill me.' "What do you think you are doing?" Abban jumped in through the window, "She must be a spy, that's why she is staying quietly here, she isn't even a S
Zayan looked at Woodwraith, "Why would you try to slay yourself?" Abban looked at Zayan, "They have speech but they can't get pronouns right." The Woodwraith said with an idiotic tone, "She will kill it and eat the Sofitel." Abban ran forward before Woodwraith could see him, he jumped on his head and took him by his horns before anyone could comprehend what was going on, Abban Buried Woodwraith's head down in the ground, and broke his left horn. Abban backed down, and Woodwraith stood up, "You are angry." He yelled and elongated his right hand to punch Abban, but before his fist could make contact, Abban ducked down and stabbed his hand with the horn that he had taken off from his head. Woodwraith's hand started bleeding but, before it could touch Abban, he jumped away. The thing coming from his hand wasn't blood, it was lava. Djinns have lava surging through their body. Just before Woodwraith called his hand back, red lava touched the ground, burning it. "I know you are strong and all
Anny hung with the arrow, Abban took the rope off from the arrow that was attached to the wall, and then he took another arrow and tied rope with it, then shot the arrow just a few feet down from the chamber of Zephyrclaw. Abban was about to start climbing when they saw blue eyes looking down on them from up there. That thing looked at them for a second then backed down to its chamber, "At last someone came, I was just about to die of boredom." Zephyrclaw thought to himself before he sat down on his throne like chair a few stairs up. Abban started climbing the wall, "Looks like I was right," Zayan sighed. When Abban reached the arrow he stood on it and grabbed the window's bottom side and pulled himself up. That's when he laid eyes on the Eighth Hellguard, Zephyrclaw. His body was wrapped around with zinc and blue colored cloths; even his mouth was covered with a scarf, blue fire coming from his head. He had four hands and no legs, only rags in place of legs floating in the air. He wa
"You survived that! You are the strongest humans I have ever met, no one in the past made me use this much Djinn force." Abban stood up straight and took out something from the back of his robe, it was as big as Zephyr's sword, maybe even bigger but it wasn't a sword for its handle was 5 feet long and a big axe-like head, a weapon in ancient times used by great warriors, Gandasa. Abban always had it but, never used it on humans, it was big and only a foot of handle was visible when he had it in his robe. Gandasa, a legendary weapon and a fearsome one, not everyone can use it for its heavy and too big to swing around. Zayan's face lightened up, "I knew he would use that, I was waiting for it." Abban held Gandasa with both hands, not from the handle but from its head; Zephyr seemed confused and surprised by the shape of the weapon because he had never seen anything like that in his life. He floated a few feet towards Abban, the second Abban came in his range he swung his sword and trie
The man who came out from Zephyrclaw's body was lying down on Abban's floor. Zayan was sitting in the corner right next to Abban, while Hania was standing in front of the washroom door. "We shouldn't have brought him here," Zayan says, "He came out from a Djinn, how many humans do you know who come out from Djinns?" He looked at Abban, "Come on, say something, I've been talking since we got here."Abban was sitting on the ground with no armor on, just a simple black torn-up shirt. He had wounds on his right arm and he was bleeding on the floor. He just looked at Zayan and ignored him.Zayan stood there a minute or two, then suddenly, started kicking the man's unconscious body, "Wake the hell up you stupid little shit!" He shouted as he kicked him over and over. "Stop it!" Abban said with a calm voice. Zayan stopped kicking; his golden bangs were covering his face. He tied them up and sat down slowly. "What are we waiting for now?" Zayan asked, Abban sighed and stood up, his both hand
4 years ago, Nothing in sight but darkness. Suddenly, the door opens, and light wanders into the room from the door. A man walks into the room, and he had black hairs and he was wearing glasses. He didn't seem like a big guy. He was not more than 5 feet. But, he was wearing a white long coat that touched the ground. Nothing else was visible. Suddenly, he stops and looks down; a boy is chained to the ground. One of his hands was nailed to the ground, the other one chained to his wrist. He had scars all over his body; more than half of his wounds were still open, showcasing his internal organs. But he wasn't screaming or crying. He was smiling, lying on the ground with nothing but a torn-up rag instead of pants and nothing on his upper body. His dark black hairs were shining like a sky on a full moon. Both eyes closed. "Are you enjoying yourself?" The guy with a white coat asked, "I am hungry, and I am losing too much blood. Get me something or this body might faint, doctor." The other
“What do we do now?” Zayan asked Abban, they both were sitting in the bar, around a table. “You defeated 1 Hellguard and more than a hundred Woodwraiths. They will come for you, The Hellcops. A human capable of killing a Djinn meets his end and killed—not killed, but stole a Hellguard. What’s next?” Hellcops— a unit of A-grade Djinns—their main goal is to find out Hellborns who have committed one of the 5 deadly sins-- killing a Djinn, becoming stronger than a Djinn, leaving his post as a Hellborn, and stealing from Djinn King. Abban eyed Zayan, his eyes dead as always, not a shred of emotion in them. “I can deal with Hellcops.” Abban takes a sip from his drink and shifts his gaze towards his Gandasa which was resting in his lap. “You killed hundreds of Djinns, you are stronger than many Djinns, you are also going to leave your seat as a Hellborn and join SRA (Soliden’s Rebel Army) and you stole a Hellguard from Djinn King. You have committed all five of The Great-Sins.” “They will