Far off out of a certain avatar's rest but still, within its mental reach, a group of armored men held a blonde-haired girl to the ground. A very common scene that most would not bat an eye to about to happen there. Even amidst her screams and pleas the group numbering six ignored her as each held a limb keeping her outstretched while their laughter boomed in her ears.
Moira could only shout and cry as the men ravenously tore at her clothes and the little rags she wore. The tearing of fabric was like the verdict of a king calling for execution in her ears.
Soon she could feel the cold air of the wind on her bare skin and dell the lecherous gazes of the six on her breasts and hourglass figure.
She shivered with disgust as several hands ran over her groping any and everything they could find. Her mind froze as she heard the sound of a belt loosening and a gruff voice sounding out.
"Move. I'll go first. "
The order sent her already beating heart into overdrive as she finally found herself praying out to the gods and making several wishes and vows that she couldn't even remember at tbe moment as she spouted at the various things that came to mind.
Her thoughts went to her little sister who was back at the camp. Would she too have to go through such horror?
What did she ever do? All she had ever done was live with her family What did she have to suffer penance for something she didn't even know half the tales of? No, it was all those churches and those bloody races always pushing them to their limits. Treating them like nothing but trash.
Those powerful old things who wielded the power of gods. Why pick such disgusting loafers and greedy bigots? Letting the innocent suffer. She shouted out in her mind various thoughts and half-complete prayers as various gods appeared in her mind.
Various things churned in her head but fled the moment she felt rough and cold large palms grasping her thighs and further pushing them apart.
"Please don't..." a large fist which could have been larger than her head rammed into her face breaking her nose and spinning the sense out of her.
"Your screams are giving me a headache" the gruff and large man spat as he pulled out his rod adjusting the still-dazed girl blood dripping out the messed up nose and a huge cut on her forehead between her eyes.
'Please. Anything. Just save me.'
The words were nothing but a whisper unheard by none of the men. But funnily her eyes widened as a row of white words formed on a colored transparent panel made of black with gold rimming flashed in her vision.
[THE GOD ?????? HAS HEARD YOUR PLEAS]
[THE GOD ????? ASKS FOR NOTHING IN RETURN ]
[THE GOD HAS ACCESSED THE SITUATION AND REALIZED THAT THERE IS NO TIME]
[THE GOD GRANTS AN ABILITY BEAD]
[ACCEPT BEAD ]
[YES/NO]
[FOR THE GOD TO HELP YOU MUST BELIEVE IN THE GOD]
Moira felt frozen her eyes staring at the prompts, though her resistance could have failed her it helped her as tbe men were shocked that she stopped struggling and wondered if the blow had killed her.
"Hey, captain I think you killed her" One of them spoke.
"Huh," the man froze then sighed before extending his left palm to pick up the girl's face and looking at her. The eyes were open and unfocused staring into space.
He noted the life in them and just grunted a smirk blooming on his face.
"She lives. Accepting her fate. A wise piece of meat " with those words the rest nodded as their smiles returned. After all, they were just having fun and had to return her since she was worth more alive than dead.
The captain having positioned his rod at the entrance licked his lips and thrust forward. Only his thrust was never completed as somehow a searing pain flashed through his abdomen and then past his hand before he collapsed.
His mind was confused as he could barely understand, screams and a sizzling of burning flesh erupted even as the smell of burnt skin met his nostrils.
He watched as one of the men tried running only to be brought down by two light beams. He watched as the man melted into nothing but a steaming flesh puddle.
Another man dropped to his side in his leather and chainmail. A gaping hole within his chest.
The shouts and screams around him continued as bodies fell, corpses sizzled or bones broke. He shivered at the thought of the monster that could commit such slaughter. But he never expected tbe sight in front of him as a figure walked into his sight naked and covered in blood from her arms to her legs.
Moira stood there staring down at the captain. Her eyes traveled down his body to his eviscerated gut and burned-off left arm. His being alive showed just how powerful he was.
"What...what are you?" the captain couldn't help but stammer as blood spurted out his mouth.
Still, the girl remained quiet before looking out of the space she had just zoned into and then stared back at him.
The captain noted the blue of her eyes changing color like an orb getting filled with another color till it burned as bright as the sun making her irises look like two red jewels lighting up within her eyes.
Two reddish beams left the girl's eyes and his gaze widened with the realization that was too late once the beams met his face. His screams split the night before stopping once the beams burned into his mouth.
Finally, the head popped like a pumpkin. Moira stood as the beam stopped and then looked around her. Observing all the corpses around her she shivered as she dropped to her knees looking at her bloody hands and the stains covering her body
"I killed". She muttered. Her gaze locked on the men as she thought of the things they were about to do to her.
Before her mind could go far a ding sounded out to just her. Before looking at the new info she went through the old ones as if to assure herself she had indeed seen what she saw.
[BEAD OF ????? GRANTED]
[ABILITY BEAD OBTAINED]
[FORM OF HYPERION]
Along-forgotten being from another realm. Some called him a myth others a legend. No matter this god has forged his abilities within an ability bead for you. Use it well
[USE Y/N]
She remembered the feeling of accepting the bead. She felt like molten lava had been poured into her brain. Freezing her up. Fortunately, it released her soon enough as she felt things she didn't know before.
[QUEST]
[Stop your assaulters]
How you choose to do this is up to you. But saving yourself is why you have been granted this ability.
[COMPLETED. ]
Looking at the new prompt she stared.
[THE GOD????? APOLOGIZES FOR THE DEATHS HIS GIFT WROUGHT]
[THE GOD????? ASKS THAT YOU MAKE A DECISION.]
'Huh. Decision?. what decision?"
[HYPERION'S FORM WHILE POWERFUL IS A LAST RESORT. WHILE YOU MAY KEEP THE BLESSING THE ABILITY HAS TO BE RETURNED AS ONLY PRIESTS AND PRIESTESSES CAN WIELD IT.]
[YOU HAVE TWO CHOICES]
- [BECOME A FOLLOWER AND ACCEPT THE BLESSING]
- [GIVE UP HYPERION'S FORM]
[YOU HAVE A DAY TO MAKE YOUR CHOICE]