Kneeling down on the ground, both of his knees were on the ash covered ground as he wiped the blood left on his face after ejecting so much, still, his crazed smile remained and the fire of heresy within his left eye wasn't wavering, every single one of his ribs had been shattered and stabbed into his organs, life still hadn't left his body however and he looked at the hero.
His injuries were light when considering the amount of force he had been struck with, the hero was surprised by his resilience, he had taken it head on after all.
"You're done for good defiler, do one good thing and call off the flames you conjured" demanded the hero.
The heretic looked at him as if he was the biggest pile of shit he had ever seen and started laughing with all his strength, spitting blood everywhere and causing a great strain on his pierced lungs.
"You serious? You think I'll do something nice for you? The flames can't be called off anyway, they will continue to burn for a while, this world is filled with holiness and good sustainance for fires" spoke Vlasfimia, speaking without issues despite being on death's doorstep.
"Do you not wish to right your wrongs? Are you truly that vile?" asked the hero, he had no idea what kind of person Vlas was afterall.
"Listen here, Sonnenträger, that's what you said your name was right? I don't know you but I can tell you're similar to someone I know, let me tell you the same thing I told him" spoke the heretic, looking like he found this conversation very amusing.
"The little fucker wouldn't listen to me, open your ears, everybody does what they have to do" spoke the defiler, a few words, that didn't seem to make much sense but the hero understood what he meant.
"..." Sonnenträger stayed silent for bit.
"I see, that is a way of seeing things, a very pessimistic way of seeing things and yet, you seem to be loving your time here, why is that?" questionned the hero.
"There are no explanations to that, it is how it is and no amount of golden flashes will ever change that Sonnenträger and even if there was, I wouldn't have the time to explain it to you, it's coming" spoke the heretic as he looked up toward the sky.
There an enormous mass of pure holy energy was forming, the mass suddenly descended, right in between where the hero and the heretic were.
The holy energy condensed and took the shape of a humanoid being, the seemed to look at the heretic or rather, at the heretical god he hosted, immediately, ignoring all that was next to them, the entirety of the conjured heretic flames gathered up and gnawed at the holy figure.
The intensity of the flames was unmatched, the hero stepped back, the strength of the flames was growing at high speeds and much beyond their original power, the holy presence was getting torn apart, it raised its arm, pushing the flames away a bit before pointing its finger toward the heretical god.
"I banish you to the emptiness of the cosmos with your kind" it spoke a few words in an undescribable voice and then something took hold of the god of blasphemy, it lashed out violently, the flames took on an appearance that couldn't be seen, their brightness blinding all, the holy figure struggled to contain the god it was attempting to banish.
The body of the heretic burned up in heretical flames and the body of the god expended, it seemed as though the heresy would triumph over the holy but suddenly, more holy energy suddenly showed up and trapped the fire god, encasing it in holy energy and suddenly a short sound was heard, similar to lock being closed.
"Begone!" spoke the holy figure, much of its body having been consumed, it fell apart the moment after it spoke these words.
Moments before the banishment was completed and the god of heresy was sent into the cosmos, it audibly spoke a few words, these words were powerful and couldn't be understood, a wave of orange energy was sent out, travelling the whole world, only after that did it suddenly disappear, having been banished.
The wave of energy it had sent out was the culmination of its heresy and power, every single person with even a speck of holy mana or energy was able to feel it, the power of the holy had tremendously decreased and another change occured one, the mortals of this world wouldn't notice immediately but the gods had seen the access to the lower realm restricted, no longer would they be able to descend under the form of a shape made of holy energy or even sent as many blessings as they used to, if they could even do it at all anymore.
Sonnenträger was left by himself in the seemingly endless field of ash, the saint had left after being rescued as any sensible person would have, he stood in silence as his wounds healed thanks to his heroic energy, he felt a sense of accomplishment of course, overcoming such a foe was a remarkable act.
But most of all, he felt a feeling he had a hard time describing, he felt as though this fight would the last one he would truly struggle in before a long time, that made him apprehensive but also happy, if it was true, this would mean his duty as a hero would fulfilled to a greater degree.
"Everybody does what they have to do" repeated the hero, the crazy mass-murderer had somehow made a good point, after all, it was exactly what he would do.
As he thought back on the foe he had defeated, Sonnenträger remembered one detail in particular, for some reason, the color of his right eye bothered him, it what as if the hero knew something about it but couldn't remember it, purple may be a rare color but did it really warrant such a sensation?
The hero shook his head and dismissed the thought, there was no need to ponder upon something he couldn't figure out.
This event was the mark of creation of the great legend that was Sonnenträger, the first and only true hero, the warrior whose only defeat would be at the hands of death itself and also the creation of a new power source.
In the depth of the cosmos, a gigantic round sphere of heretic flames now floated, an orange sun, the few worlds it had appeared close to had been reduced to ash, now home to the creatures of blasphemy, the originally small fire had now become a great one and despite being born inside of a world, became one of the strongest among its siblings, its brightness waking the father for a moment and the father looked into the origin of the orange sun.
Impressed, the father added an aspect in his dreams, the creation of a new afinity, the ability for the inhabitants of worlds to possibly conjure the flame of heresy as an element.
Only the world the orange sun had been banished from was completely safe from it, ironic considering the formation of a group named The Defiler's Of The Holy, sole follower of the original host and yet the only one truly unable to use his power.
Within the orange sun, something resonated, it resonated with other beings.
The color of mov resonates.