Above the clouds, at the top of the highest mountain on this planet, there stood a majestic pantheon. Pristine white walls and golden pillars stood tall under the sunlight, gleaming under the midday sun.

A tall, bronze-touched man stood at the steps of the pantheon looking towards the entrance. He remembered a time when this sight would've shocked and astounded him, but now all he felt when he looked at this monumental structure was rage.

The moment he stepped inside was the moment either him or everyone in that pantheon died. He readied himself for the fight ahead, and more importantly, he fought to keep his emotions under control. The flood that wanted to rage forth wasn't easily suppressed, but he knew he couldn't get drunk on the emotions and lose himself. No, for the fight ahead he needed a clear mind and razor sharp instincts, both of which he had in great supply.

With a deep breath, and the unsheathing of his great sword, he climbed the steps. Although the gigantic doors were closed, he could sense the gods and goddess's on the other side. He could feel their piercing gazes staring straight at him through the door and he knew they were waiting.

With a final thought about what he had lost, what THEY had taken away, he walked forward and kicked the doors wide open, knowing he was about to become the Godslayer they always feared he would be.