In a distant barren world, war was being waged.
One human, and an army of horrors.
It was a one-sided bloodbath.
A massacre.
One human was fighting against horrors that were incomprehensible to mortal minds.
But the human wasnt afraid.
The horrors were.
Millions and billions of these horrors, gathered in one place, prepared for battle. But it wasn't enough.
The human didn't falter, he never fell.
They all were, mercilessly, being slaughtered by the human.
They fought the human sacrificing their lives, their own kin, their entire kind.
They had been fighting that human for a long time now. No human had ever lived this long.
Before the arrival of this human, they used to be the only "living" things on this world. They had long obtained "immortality" and did not need food, sleep or water.
They had long driven all other lifeforms to extinction on their whims. That was proof of their strength.
They lived like that for centuries, undying, unaging. And eventually boredom began to plague them. They often fought among themselves, but their battles never severe enough to endanger their existence.
But one day, a new creature appeared. It was a human, just like the billions of others they had killed.
He appeared out of thin air.
They cared not for him. They thought that such a weak being will die at the hands of the inferior "Impure Ones".
But the human didnt die, their kin did.
At first they thought it was only luck.
But they eventually realized that they were wrong.
The human started killing their kind, starting from the bottom of the hierarchy and making his way up. Every time he killed he grew stronger.
They tried to contain him, to kill him.
But no matter how many times they tried, they failed. He continued to survive, to kill their kind and grow stronger.
The human was ruthless, frenzied yet intelligent. He fought like a madman. He made weapons out of their kin.
He consumed their flesh and drank their blood.
And those dying by his hands would see his cold lifeless eyes. Those dead eyes filled with raw madness.
He was strange.
He was terrifying.
They rate at which he grew was unseen.
He continued to grow stronger.
He wielded the power of the nature, mana, in strange and complex ways.
He then began to wield that power in ways we didnt understand. And we had the knowledge of millennia.
He learned our weaknesses.
He learned our strengths.
He learned our secrets.
He became like us.
He became 'immortal' like us
And then one day, he gained what we couldn't.
He began wielding powers that we couldn't reach nor even comprehend.
We gathered.
All of us.
To kill one human.
We had to.
But we couldn't.
We were the ones being slaughtered instead.
No matter how many he kills, his mind doesn't bend.
Neither does his body falter.
Nor does his will break.
His soul never shatters.
And most of all, he makes us fear.
With the sword made from flesh, blood and souls of our kin, he cuts us down.
He slaughters thousands with a single slash of his sword.
His cold, calculating and focused eyes stare at us, brimming with madness.
As if a deep, violent abyss hides behind them.
His bright smile, filled with madness, never fades.
He strikes horror in our hearts.
In us, the ones once titled by this world and its gods as horrors.
The way he slaughters us.
The way he uses his own body as a weapon.
The way morphs his flesh, bones and blood.
They way he controls souls and shadows.
The ways he brings forth destruction.
The way the darkness kneels to him and the light blesses him.
How is he a human?
How is he not restricted by the laws of the gods?
He is neither mortal nor immortal but inbetween.
He is neither sane nor insane, but again inbetween.
He is neither alive nor dead.
He is neither holy nor unholy.
He never dies.
And he even killed our gods.
He is not human.
He is a monster.
He is not even a horror.
He is something that horrors fear.
He is the Child of Destruction.
He is a slayer of Horrors.
He is a killer of Gods.
How is he not a god?
*
And he swung his blade as he severed the head of the last Horror.
This was 2nd strongest Horror.
The strongest, the God of Horrors vanished. But this was enough.
And in the end, only one 'human' stood above the mountain of corpses and sea of blood. A smile on his face.
He had killed every Horror on this godforsaken world. He had been suffering here for so long that he couldn't keep count anymore.
In this world their was no concept of time, no concept of day and night.
Only survival and death.
In this dog-eat-dog world, the strong ruled over the weak.
It was the survival of the fittest.
And only he had survived.
Only he had triumphed.
And now, finally, it was time to return.
And with the sacrifice of the souls of the billions of Horrors and the this planet itself, he cast a magic.
He made a link to earth.
{This is then huh?}
The voice of a women spoke in his mind.
The man remained silent.
{The link between our consciouses will break once you go through the portal, then we wont be able to talk anymore.}
The man stared at the portal, his previous smile now gone.
{You're not getting cold feet now are you? After you spent a few thousand years here, I thought you would jump in without a second thought?}
"Its like you said, I wont be able to listen to your voice anymore."
{...}
There was no reply, but it was evident that she didn't wish for them to be separated either.
{There is no need for you to hold yourself back because of me. It was a only fluke that our minds were connected anyway.}
"But it was fate nonetheless. Even if our encounter was an accident, we came close in our time together."
{....}
"Byssa, after I escape this world, whether I break free of my own shackles or not, I will come for you."
{Dont waste your life doing something impossible. We dont even know where I'm even being imprisoned.}
"Still, I will find you, and I will free you from your prison. No matter how long it takes. If it weren't for you, I just may have become another soulless creature. Your voice is precious to me."
{...}
"Whenever I find you, and I free you– I will make you mine."
{Then, I will wait for you too.}
"..."
He stood there in silence. His eyes shimmering, this time not with with madness, but with hope.
He stared at the the rift created by destruction.
*Boom* *Bang*
Eruptions could be heard in the distance. The planet was dying.
{It's not nice making a maiden wait, you know.}
The man sighed and smiled.
{You should leave now, before the planet erupts.}
"I know."
He walked to the rift, his body started distorting.
"Wait for me my love, I will hear your voice again and this time, I will hear you with my own ears and see you with my own eyes."
Then his body disappeared into the rift as the planet continued to erupt and fissure.
Notes:
• {} brackets will be used for thought transmissions.