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Chapter 14 - Chapter 14 : the soulinya Lore

"Bleak was consumed by a deep emptiness, leaving him feeling hollow and isolated.

It seemed that even the most powerful beings would face a lonely demise, with no one willing to stand by their side.

As his hatred towards the world grew stronger, the other gods feared his power being turned against them. They wanted to create something that could help them or at least give them a chance against him."

Thorgar's words painted a vivid picture in Aerovind's mind, and he hung on every syllable. He found himself captivated by the tale, unable to tear his gaze away from Thorgar's intense expression.

"So, what began as a desperate bid for survival turned into the worst experiment," Thorgar resumed his narration.

"Initially, Gaia - the divine sovereign presiding over Eldoria's realm - harnessed her mystical prowess alongside her divine siblings to create life.

This was the first race the gods ever created; they called them the Elves.

They aimed to establish a formidable battalion of immortal sorcerers, a necessary line of defense against the potential threat posed by dragons.

This danger loomed particularly in the event of Bleak, their brother god, succumbing to madness and turning against them."

Thorgar fell into a momentary silence, the flickering flames of the campfire casting a radiant glow in his eyes. "Yet, the demon princes were seething with envy.

They too craved the ability to breathe life into existence, an authority that was far beyond their reach or control.

Their insatiable greed and boundless ambition proved to be their weakness, especially for Lucifer.

He constantly felt as if the gods had wounded his pride and he yearned for retribution.

He sought parity; how could it be that the gods reveled in celestial grandeur while he languished in the scorching hell of the underworld? In his perspective, it wasn't a fair game."

"The seeds of resentment took root in Lucifer's heart, and he plotted to create a race in the worst of methods," Thorgar continued.

"What happened next?" Aerovind asked, his voice barely a whisper. "What did Lucifer do to create his twisted race?"

Thorgar sighed heavily, his eyes clouded with a mixture of disgust and sadness. "The deities, too, were shrouded in solitude, but they harbored a singular talent that neither Lucifer nor Bleak could lay claim to.

They possessed the remarkable skill to imbue their divine magic into humanoid vessels, each with its own consciousness. Some argue that these vessels even inherited fragments of the gods' awareness.

When the occasion called for them to harness their full potential, they would extract this power from the host, leaving it as lifeless as it was at inception.

This was the creation of the angelic race.

Lucifer, ever cunning and malevolent, chose one fateful night known as 'The Night of Bloody Tears' to enact his vile plan. He targeted Ariel, an angel birthed from Syou's essence.

Some say he abducted her; others whisper he beguiled her into submission.

Regardless, what followed was a horrific ordeal for Ariel who endured untold suffering at Lucifer's hands until she relinquished her will to live and succumbed to death's cold embrace.

This cruel act earned Lucifer a moniker that echoed his abhorrent deeds - The God of Rape."

Thorgar rose from his seat, the sound of his bones cracking breaking the heavy silence in the woods. His gaze locked onto Aerovind's, a mix of sorrow and disbelief etched on his face.

"Ariel's lifeless form became a vessel for Lucifer's unfathomable act," Thorgar's voice lowered to a grave whisper, each word carrying the weight of a profound revelation.

"He tainted her very essence with his own dark power, giving birth to the abominable offspring known as the Morang and the demonic kin."

"So, we... Morangs... we're created from the suffering of an innocent angel," Thorgar's words emerged in a gravelly whisper, laden with raw emotion.

"Let's close this tale," he announced, his energy revitalized. "Given your newfound insight into our existence, it's time we navigate towards the humble abode nestled in the woods. We've rested within the camp long enough."

Aerovind stood up, his form still trembling from the icy narrative that had just been shared with him. 

"Understood," Aerovind replied, a noticeable shiver lacing his voice. Thorgar affirmed with a silent agreement, and with a swift motion of his hand, he extinguished the fire before they recommenced their walk through the forest.

The lack of conversation hung heavily around them, each lost in their introspective world.

After what seemed like an eternity, the duo finally emerged from the claustrophobic embrace of the trees and saw a dim light flickering in the distance.

The cottage loomed ahead, a safe haven amid the dark and foreboding forest.

Its thatched roof and uneven stone walls looked more inviting than any grand palace could have at that moment.

"Finally," Thorgar exhaled, "we've reached my cottage. Let's get inside... but before this, take your clothes off first."

Aerovind gave Thorgar a quizzical look, his brows knitted in confusion.

"W-what do you mean, 'take my clothes off'?" he stuttered, glancing around to ensure no one else was within earshot.

Thorgar turned with an exasperated sigh. "It's our tradition, us the Morang. It's bad luck for the visitor to enter with his old clothes into the house, and besides, I have some fresh clothes for you inside,"

He said matter-of-factly as if it were the most natural thing in the world.

Aerovind hesitated, unsure about the request but reminded himself that he was the one who had sought out Thorgar's company. Besides, what harm could it do to follow a traditional custom? He trusted Thorgar, after all.

With fumbling fingers, he began to remove his travel-stained garments, dropping them in a rumpled heap at his feet.

"There," he said, feeling more than a bit self-conscious as he stood naked in the cool night air. "Is this better?"

Thorgar nodded, seemingly unfazed by Aerovind's nakedness. "Much better. Now, come inside." He led the way to the cottage, opening the oak door and ushering Aerovind inside.