Lightning dances in the clouds as even what the thunder can't quench is the sounds of screams. A village full of farmers and craftsman, burns as men dressed in white armor rip through them all. Old, young, men, and women, all slaughtered. The fires spread from house to house as a paladin looks over commanding his army of zeolites.

"Slaughter them down to the last one! Do not even spare the dogs, we must exterminate the heretic among them!"

A young man, Drake, holding his baby brother and sister in each arm runs through the chaos, trying to find somewhere safe to escape to. Tears are already streaming down his face, praying to the gods to save his village and save his little siblings. Flashes of the scene of his parents being murdered to by him time to escape race through his mind, clouding his vision and thoughts.

Bam

"Wah!"

A knight trips him and he loses grip on his siblings. He turns to look at the man as he grabs both of them by the neck, looking straight into his eyes. Begging, crying, wailing for mercy on his siblings. The knight curses at him, calling him a heretic before tossing both children into the burning ruin of a house, their wails forever silenced.

Times slows down. Silence.

'The gods do not care about you. They care not for the lives of mortals.'

Tears continue to run down his silent, screaming face. Rage against the unfairness of it all. It was when the world slowly started to turn red that he heard the tempting voice once again.

'Give in to your hate, let it control you. Only then can you have the power to seek revenge.'

The knight finally reaches Drake and lifts him up by the neck as well, intending to crush his neck with sheer force. But ignoring the pain, he continues to stare at the burning grave site of his siblings. More rage seeps through his body as his vision slowly darkens.

'Give in.'

"NO!!!!!!!!!!!!"

BOOM

Lightning strikes, engulfing Drake while the knight skids backwards due to the force. As the dust settles, a young man is seen slightly floating on the air, with red lightning sparkling all around him. It is Drake, and as he opens his eyes that radiate pure dense red light, radiating pure bloodlust.

The Cardinal looks over: "We finally drew out the heretic! No worshipper of darkness must live!"

Drake smirks evilly, staring at all the rushing paladins, mages, and knights charge at him. The mages dressed in bloodstained white robes, summon their magic as they shoot balls of fire, water, and lightning at him. The knights form a circle surrounding him, shields raised hoping to close off any path of escape. Whilst the paladins leap into the encirclement with glowing blades, ready to kill Drake if he survives the bombardment of spells. Unluckily for them, he condenses his magic and shoots out a wave of red lightning which destroys all the incoming spells, as well as knocking the paladins back. Halting their advance.

"I will kill all of you God Worshipers and then god himself!" Drake roars as he launches towards the encirclement and begins his slaughter. As he wields his reed lightning, dancing through the masses, the zeolites fall one by one, without putting a scratch on him. The Cardinal watches in terror as all his men get slaughtered, for not even the god given power he has could defeat this many men.

*BOOM*

Drake turns into a bolt of red lightning as he kills the last knight before appearing ten yards away from the cardinal, smirking as he wipes the blood off his hands.