A war between Daemons and humans has disrupted Sekizen’s harmony for nine centuries. This never ending war has permanently altered its course in the favour of humans as they discover a means to slay one of the immortal Daemons. They have acquired a weapon of divinity, one of the eight weapons capable of slaying the remaining seven immortal Daemons, who claim to be the children of one perfect God. But can normal humans wield the divine weapon?
Manve kingdom, the strongest human kingdom on Sekizen believes that the people from the Sakri island hold the answers to the weapon and the Viom, the magic brought by these Gods but the island hides in the depths of the Sekizen somewhere near the kingdom of Daemons. But will human greed for power, intervention by the religion of Demistry and insults to the Divine Book yield the Manve kingdom the victory and answers they crave so desperately?
Join Kaori on her quest for equality to unite the Athemans and Agonsians with other bloodlines. Will her intervention cause any real change or will just lead to more chaos. Follow Raven in his quest for redemption. The most brutal and powerful general the Manve has ever seen. And watch Nihal on his journey of Revenge. A quest to kill the Crimson killer gives him purpose in life. His latent powers change his life forever but is revenge fulfilling? Is equality an option in this broken kingdom?
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Salel stumbled across the pile of bodies on the battlefield. He could hardly breathe; he could no longer feel his nose. A blow from the enemy gauntlet had crushed it; He even struggled to breathe from his mouth, as his own blood and dust in air had made even that difficult.
His body was not reacting to the pain. He realized as soon as he would stop moving, his body would give out and he would lose consciousness; he was merely competent to stand and fight because of his fear of death, so he mustered everything he had and started making his way towards the last of the enemy soldiers.
Swords were clanging against each other. Arrows were zipping through the air. Some of his men were whimpering with dread, and some had abandoned their posts. He was the sole survivor of his battalion. But he knew that even in this condition he could wipe out those three untrained enemy soldiers who were no less than fifteen and were shaking from fear but knew they could not escape. Nag had lost his half-Viom warriors in a failed attempt to capture Karidel. It had forced him to enlist civilians to support this battle.
This is what their god wants, death of children?
He pressed his course across the field, ducked and rolled behind the three soldiers and thrusted his spear in the gut of one, released his spear and whipped his pocketknives from his side belt and flung them instantly which jabbed and exposed the skulls of the remaining two soldiers. It was finally over. They had withstood and resisted the enemy squadron. This was enough to lure in Nag, the Great God of Pleasure.
He reached a stone ridge nearby and threw his body to get support. This had been brutal. The great Lahimdel desert was sucking their life out every second. He glanced behind and watched his army, the Manve army march forward, he saw a few officers and squadron leaders making signs towards him, yelling something but he could discern nothing, nor could he understand the signals, all he could hear was moans and screams of agony, the field reeked of cartilages and flesh and was painted in torrents of blood of ally and foe. He tried to ignore it all and peered forward and saw Nag finally joining the battlefield.
He was a short, five feet strongly built man. He was riding a magnificent black stallion who was mobilized with gold armour. Nag was wearing a complete red body armour with visor, protecting his entire body but by the confidence in his eyes, Salel could tell that he was not even concerned that he had just lost his entire army of twenty thousand other than his special division of half-Viom users who were overwhelmed by the Manve numbers and had fallen back. He was making his advance towards the approaching Manve army, but he was not galloping instead he was just moving as haltingly as possible, crushing every single body coming his course, foe, or friend without granting it a thought that some of them might indeed be still alive or rather he was strangling them diligently like offering them an act of mercy.
The army reached the stone ridge soon, leaving behind only a few soldiers, along with King Mahir. The army moved forward and enveloped the God in a circle. The king galloped his horse and halted just a few feet away from the ridge. He was wearing thick metallic armour and a red cape. He started walking towards Salel. He removed his visor and handed it to one of the two hundred soldiers who guarded the king, revealing his glittering dark green hair and broad face with a huge scar across his forehead.
“You did a fine job, Commander! When this is over, the position of a war general is yours.” Mahir announced in his deep voice…
“Thank you! Your greatness.” Salel replied. He could barely keep himself upright.
“Watch the field closely. Today you’re going to witness the death of a god.” Mahir said with a sneer on his face.
The two thousand remaining soldiers out of the initial thirty thousand that Manve had brought into the field had now surrounded Nag. He had let them surround him; He had ceased moving and had let it happen.
Why is he letting this happen, what is his plan even a single god cannot think about killing two thousand soldiers, or can he? Salel thought.
The encircled soldiers started making formation with spearmen in the innermost circle pointed inwards and were advancing gradually towards Nag. He stepped down from his stallion, held his hand in the air, and a long rapier appeared in his fist, out of thin air. It was a huge sword, long, elegant, beautiful piece of weaponry, it was a mystical sight, truly something forged in the lands of gods which had a delicate glaze to it.
This was it; this was Manve’s objective. All those twenty-eight thousand sacrifices would be worth it if they could get their hands on this weapon, the sword of divinity.
“Why do you continue to oppose? You cannot fight divinity. Surrender and I will make you feel pleasures you cannot even imagine. After all, this war and death are not my interests but well, you are invading my province so you must succumb or concede, and we can overlook this rebellion.”
Nag said. His voice was gentle and enticing. Many soldiers flinched but retained their stance and kept moving forward, making the circle around Nag smaller and smaller. Nag was the weakest of them all, but he was still one of the eight pure gods who claimed to have fought alongside Demiurge himself, the creator of life.
The soldiers had now closed in on him; they were only 30 feet away. Nag looked around the circle one last time and made his advance. He made a few hand gestures and rammed his blade into the stallion’s head, lifted the huge beast in the air and hurled the mammoth beast at the group of soldiers right in front of him. The soldiers hurried aside to clear from the impact, but even though the beast was huge; it flew on and struck the formation in an instant, trampling hundreds. Several soldiers plunged into each other’s blades and spears, and hundreds of soldiers died in an instant. Before the army could counter, Nag made his last two hand signs and started running. He pushed through behind the stallion, jumped, and smashed into the spearmen and started his slaughter. Every sword or spear that encountered the Rapier turned into ash and soot, leaving behind unarmed soldiers, making them an easy victim for his long blade. He was killing hundreds of soldiers every second. It was a carnage. This was a God, a God fighting humans.
He continued this killing spree for a few minutes, and it cut down a complete battalion of two thousand to mere hundreds with no scratch or a single blow landing on Nag.
“Your majesty! We need to pull out, we cannot fight him!” Salel screamed.
Mahir did not respond. He was not concerned, or even had a wrinkle on his forehead. Instead, to Salel’s astonishment, he had a smirk on his face.
“You want him to slaughter, you want him to use his Viom! You are sacrificing them on purpose, but why? None of the Freaks are here. Mere humans like us cannot slay a God no matter how many men we bring.” Salel pleaded.
This is madness. Thousands upon thousands are dying and he is enjoying this.
Mahir smiled and waved his palm in the air, the general on the field gave a command and all soldiers stopped fighting and withdrew three spaces back, Nag was startled by this, but he was brimming with rage and Viom was overwhelmingly flowing through his body. Salel did not know what it felt like. What Viom cruising through your body felt like. But he had heard and seen the Freaks perform miracles using this power. Raven had told him that once you start fighting, it’s very difficult to make it stop. To make the blood lust stop and that’s what he thought was happening with Nag. Nag suppressed his yearning for blood, stopped and looked around, bewildered and flustered.
Mahir gestured to the soldiers behind him. Horns started blowing and Salel heard the thumping of drums in the distance and a man was rushing towards the field on a massive white horse.
Who is he, and what is one man going to do against a God?
Salel glanced at the king. Mahir was now more excited and thrilled about this, like somehow one individual could slay a God.
“That is Aayan, or you may identify him by the name of Sakri survivor but from this day on he will be acknowledged as a God Killer.” Mahir said with a thrill Salel could not imagine having such excitement when so many lives were sacrificed was beyond him.
Aayan rushed his beast towards Nag and halted a few feet away from him. He climbed down from his horse and walked towards Nag. He was six feet tall, weakly built, bald man, but he was somehow radiating with confidence and power to kill. He was wearing a plain warrior’s robe, with no armour or visor, and was carrying only a single curved sword. He looked Nag right in the eyes and grinned.
“You used up all your Viom, first to put your twenty thousand soldiers in a state of frenzy and bloodlust, and then you used almost all of your remaining Viom to slaughter the surviving army to end this war in mere minutes. That sword of divinity is a double-edged weapon. You know that, and yet you were not vigilant, and now you’ll pay for it with your life.” Aayan said as he whipped his curved sword from his side belt.
“That’s impossible! You are not supposed to be here! A Sakri cannot be here.” Nag said with a flustered expression on his face. It was as if God was terrified and was watching his own death. An immortal God was afraid of a Sakri.
Aayan dashed forward with his curved blade and slashed it in a majestic arch. Nag raised his rapier and barely escaped the strike, but to his surprise Aayan’s blade did not turn into ash and dust. Salel knew how this worked. How Viom worked. He had an idea of how much the body consumes. By his estimation, Nag must have been low. terribly low.
Nag was filled with the last of his Viom, he forced through and crushed Aayan’s sword, smashed it into shards and punched him in his gut with overwhelming strength, Aayan’s blood splattered across his face but he did not stop and landed another punch, Aayan flew across the field and crashed into a huge boulder near the stone ridge where Mahir and Salel were standing.
The huge boulder split into pieces from the impact but Aayan stood up without any injury instead he was smiling. He spit blood from his mouth and made his last two hand signs of his sequence and activated his Viom.
They are monsters.
“Finally, a worthy opponent” Aayan removed his dusty jacket and bolted forward, Nag flinched but charged towards him. Their fists collided and the jolt of this collision was felt hundreds of feet away. Nag retracted his punch, ducked and kicked Aayan in the gut, but nothing happened.
“You exhausted it all. You are out of Viom.” Aayan said and pulled a second sword out of thin air and stabbed Nag in his leg, a feat never achieved before. A god was bleeding. His blood streamed down his leg. It was glowing… His blood was not red; it was white. It was glowing and radiating, but the moment it touched the ground, it turned red.
“That’s impossible! A Sakri who has reached awakening! That cannot be true!” Nag screamed in agony and retreated backwards. His Rapier had stopped glowing and was now translucent. It was going to disappear soon, but Nag did not give up and raised his rapier in a defensive stance, covering his upper body.
“You will regret this. Numen will burn Sakri to the ground.” Nag screamed in anguish.
Aayan did not respond. Instead, he made some quick gestures with his hands and dashed forward at an unnatural godlike speed, even faster than Nag.
“It’s time to end this.” Aayan said and punched Nag in his stomach and kicked his leg where he had stabbed him with his sword. Nag screamed in pain, but before Nag could react, Aayan was behind him. He kicked his fist, which made Nag drop his rapier. Aayan instantly snatched the sword and in one swift horizontal slash beheaded Nag.
A God was dead.
“He did it! He killed a god! We might win this war…” Salel said. His expression was of awe, his fatigue and pain were all gone. This was a sight to behold, a mere Mortal, a Sakri, but a human had killed a god, and not just any god but a god among the Great Eight.
“My dear Salel, it’s not a possibility, it’s an inevitability that we will succeed and win this war and destroy these malicious, false gods. With that rapier, we finally have a weapon to slay these so-called gods and Numen himself.”
The Sakri rose and lifted the rapier in one hand and Nag’s head in the other and started striding towards Mahir to declare that Manve had seized this day and had forged a path to win the bigger war. But something was happening. Aayan was losing weight rapidly. He had also started to bleed from his eyes and nose, and then suddenly he dropped to his knees and started screaming…
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