Damian's Perspective
"Each generation of vampires has seen a hero come, grow in power, and leave, but we humans
are fragile. Our life barely spans 120 sun cycles or years, as the heroes call it. We call them lord,
we give them the status of king/queen and our protector, but no one except our Lord Third has
actually been of help to us humans. She developed our technology, our magic, and our faith,
making us stronger than those wretched vampires. We are now capable of scaring even the
strongest of them. It shows that humanity is…," preached the Grand Saint. I, being an official
officer of the Holy Kingdom, was forced to hear this ramble each day. That, along with my
extended life, made this whole package less of a job and more of a seat warmer. My official job
being negotiator for Seyleprus, the 'magical kingdom,' the pay being good, I have kept this boring
job for years, but it was weary. Every day I think about making a difference by existing, even if my
job is to negotiate with the Kingdom established by the First Hero, chosen by the Archangel of
Destruction and Chaos, strongest of heroes. Blah blah, he isn't returning. He can't because if he
does, he will turn into a full-fledged archangel. As I was wondering about this, a soldier came
running.
"Sire, SIRE, SIRE DAMIAN, you are needed. The First Hero, Lord Charlie the First, has returned.
They are calling a diplomat for negotiation on the harm done to them and their soldiers by our
technology," shouted the rushed soldier. There was no time to pity oneself. I had to run, I
thought, before standing up from my seat in the church. I knew even the Pope wouldn't dare to
stop me right now. Duty had finally called me.
"Mana limiter lift 50%," I murmured as I rushed to my home to change clothes. As my royal
carrier arrived, I saw the level of importance the Pope had given to this. Half of the armed militia
had arrived to pick me up. Our forces, being the most technologically advanced in the whole
world, are a force to reckon with, but that matters only if the rumors are false. If that soldier
spoke the truth, no force on this supercontinent would be enough. The Authority of Destruction
is still a horror story told by the church to keep us grounded, and I heard Charlie used Cosmic
Deicide in his second coming, tearing through the concepts of creation to stop the creation of
his own death.
"Is it true?" I said, opening my ride's door, a royal carriage pulled by magical horses we
developed on command of our Goddess 700 sun cycles ago.
"Sire, we cannot confirm or deny the facts at this stage, but I can say for sure we have seen a
mana influx large enough to say a hero has arrived," said the soldier. I could see from his
expression, his eyes said it all—we were all dead. I myself have only been alive 300 sun cycles.
Only the Pope understood the powers we are dealing with, and I don't see him all day. It looked
like someone had decided to go inside his bunker today.
"Well, I have lifted my limiter. Let's see what we have in store for today," I said, trying to look up
and ready for the battlefield of a nation we were about to visit. I should be honest with myself; I
haven't been this scared since I got to understand the church's workings. But as I was about to
wander off into dreamland, "Damn, these chariots are too fast," I yelled as we stood in front of
the largest castle in this entire world, the Castle of the Titan Prince, a place said to be in the
middle of the world's mana flow and destiny. And I knew as I stepped out of my carriage that a
malevolent being sits there. It wasn't like anything I have ever felt before, the pressure itself was
so overwhelming I could hardly believe that even outside this fortified city my forces were able
to stand straight. But this was no time to dwell; I had the meet and greet with the devil himself.
As I stepped forward, the whole city gleamed. These houses were well-built, simply screaming
that they were nobility all around the castle itself. The castle was gothic-themed, made from
magical stones that made it look like whatever the viewer could imagine the grandest to be. This
whole castle, not only the castle but the whole kingdom, was nothing if not magic. Anyway, I
didn't have time to study the composition of the rocks that made this castle, but I knew those
ores were able to be traced by us even after so many years. Titans were truly beyond their time.
As I approached the grand gateway, it loomed even larger than I had imagined. The gate was tall,
with arches on the top that seemed to scrape the sky. But that was not all; the width and the
length of this gate made me wonder who would even open it. It didn't seem practical. The door
was an imposing barrier, made of dark, enchanted wood reinforced with intricate metalwork
that shimmered with an eerie light. Each panel of the door was adorned with carvings of ancient
battles and mythical creatures, their eyes seeming to follow me as I moved closer. The sheer
size of the door was enough to make anyone feel insignificant, and the thought of what lay
beyond it sent a shiver down my spine.
The closer I got, the more I could feel the malevolent energy seeping through the cracks of the
door. It was as if the castle itself was alive, watching and waiting for my next move. The air
around me grew colder, and the weight of the atmosphere pressed down on me, making it hard
to breathe. My heart pounded in my chest, each beat echoing in the silence that surrounded the
castle. I could hear the faint whispers of ancient spells and curses, carried on the wind,
reminding me of the power and danger that lay within these walls.
but something inside of me deicided it was best that I knock before whatever inside consider
me a spy and attack because I knew that I was outclassed by every measurement of logic there
is , as my hand tiny in comparison to the gate reached out something grabbed me from behind a
hand on my shoulder , I didn't even had time to sense it "I am dead aren't I" I smirked not looking
behind after all when it mattered the strongest solider of the holy kingdom the pillar of hope for
the pope was nothing but a coward.