Eternally Evil - Battle of Gods I

A story of my series: Eternally Evil

Give up.

"No..."

It's over.

"It's not over..."

You've failed

"No...I haven't..."

You've destroyed it all.

"It's not my fault..."

It is your fault.

"It's not..."

Face it...you're alone.

"Maybe...I am alone."

The wind blew his silver hair from his face, revealing the blood red eyes that had seen so much bloodshed.  There was only one thing keeping Fyrethil alive, and that was the satisfaction of slaughter.  The screams, the gurgles, the agonizing, wheezing breaths of those who died by his hand.

By his sword.

There were few remaining gods after the ones that he had slaughtered, the heavens were destroyed.  As a result, those who survived took refuge in the mortal world, retaining their godly strength.  One of them was still formidable enough to match him in power, and had placed a curse on him in their last battle.

Resulting from said curse was a drastic change in appearance.  Every time he killed an innocent person, a tattoo would appear on his body, blood red in color and sinister in design.  They were like tribal patterns, but they twisted and curled as if they were constricting him.

His eyes turned an ugly blood red as well as his feathers.  There was a deeper evil inside of him now, one that did not decipher between innocent and guilty, one that cared not if a child or an elder died at his hands.  It was the kind of evil that was so absolute, it was impossible to turn away.

Fyrethil let out a small sigh and stood up, still looking down over the village he was thinking of slaughtering next.  It was a phoenician village, one of the few left in this area of the world, it was where one of his friends from childhood still lived.  This friend, Felina by name, was his first love, his first kiss, his first everything.  But he cared not that they had a past, he would kill her first.

I will enter the village as if I were coming peacefully, but the moment we become fully engaged in conversation, she will die...

A small smile spread across his face, immaculately formed and evil.  It was time to kill again, and bathe in the fallens' blood.

Slowly, he moved down the hill, leaving his blades sheathed, he did not want to pose a just yet.  This town had not seen anything bad in the longest of times, and now the one time something happens, they would have no way to deter the fate that awaits them.

Quickly, as he reached the outskirts of the village, he erased the malicious smile from his face and nodded to the guards at the village gates.  They actually saluted him, taking him as the royalty he no longer was.

Fools...they know not that they are about to die.

The people around this village would smile when they saw him, waving cheerfully.  Fyre put on the act of royalty once again, waving back with a kind smile this time.  Then his target found him.

"Fyrethil?  Fyrethil Fyrexetha?"  the smile on Felina's face was one of genuine happiness at seeing her old lover again.  She actually ran to him and threw her arms around his neck in a loving hug.  He hugged her back with pretense excitement, planting a rough kiss on her cheek.

"Yep, that's me, it's good to see you again, Felina!"  He replied, breaking the hug and looking down at her.  "How have you been?"

"Great!  Living is actually very easy here, and everyone is very happy..."

"That's good!  But..."  He paused for a moment, looking at the village once again in its beauty-about-to-be-turned-desolate.  "...what would it be like if something were to...suddenly happen?  Something destructive?"

"Horrible..." Felina replied without hesitation, looking up at him worriedly.  "Why?  Is something wrong?"

"Yes...there is..."

In a flash of silver and crimson, Felina's head separated from her shoulders, hitting the ground with a wet thud as blood spurted from her exposed esophagus.  The body then burst into flame, destroying the soul.

There were screams and gasps floating in the air now and Fyre's eyes lit up, his flame bursting from his body.  He turned, sheathed his blade and fired a fire blast at a nearby building, blowing it to smithereens.   The resulting explosion took out the next five houses down as well.  Anyone who was in there would be immediately soul broken by his corrupted fire.

Now the guard were coming at him with their blades, but he didn't even bother to draw his own.  As the two who were at the gate he came in through reached him, he blocked both of their slashes with his bare hands.  Without warning, energy shot through the steel of the blades and hit their wielders, causing them to explode from the inside, sending blood and flames everywhere.

Four more guards came from behind.  Now he drew his blade and with one clean slash, severed all four in half.  As each body fell, it would burst to flame, wiping the soul from its body completely.

Evil, maniacal laughter came from the Fallen One now as he turned on the townspeople, cutting them down, spilling their blood and forcing the tattoo on his body to grow even more.

Cutting down two more guards, he fired six fireballs at six different buildings, each exploding as the bolt of energy impacted.  A few times, falling debris would kill a civilian and he would finish them off with a magical blast of his own.  Soon the people were trying to flee the village.

I am merciful enough to let them go, at least...

After a few more buildings were blown to bits, the village was deserted and a smile of satisfaction planted itself on the Fallen One's face.

As he left the village in its burning wreckage, a fireball exploding in his path stopped him.

Great...A lone god threatening me...

"You've done quite enough, Fyrethil the Fallen One."

"Ah, Jeenala, so nice to see you!  Now it will be very nice to kill you."

Fyre pulled back in a defensive position, waiting for the battle to start.