"Csintalan Kek Gvansa, I hereby banish you to the realm of Heolstor." After a million years of mischief and villainy, the righteous gods, the holy entities, and even the demons have had enough. Csintalan, a name to be feared, the embodiment of chaos and death.
For years he had run amok within the realms of Inkarhell, and not only there, but among other realms as well. This vile being had caused irreversible damage to both his own kind, and unto the gods and holy beings, just because of his incapability to control both his power and emotions.
"Huh?" Standing at the bottom of the room surrounded by the gods and higher demons was the said being, Csintalan. He stood there perplexed, as he tried his hardest to conceal his anger and his urge, to kill. "Kekekeke Can't you hear anything? He said you're free to go." One of the higher demons Belial, mocked Csintalan and snickered as he scanned him in a condescending manner from head to toe.
"Ha! You dare mock, ME?" A frightening aura was sent by Csintalan as the other beings froze in shock, some gritted their teeth while others frowned in displeasure. "Perhaps, you have already forgotten how I smashed that puny head of yours, and how I conceded to your pitiful pleas as you begged me to spare you." He countered Belial's mockery feeling spiteful of his words. "Th- that! Was in the past!" Belial tried to evade his words, yet he can't say much, because it was a fact.
"Enough! Cease this nonsense at once!" A god sitting in the midst of the other gods, commanded. His aura roared a blinding light yet at the same time emits a perilous feels. "Csintalan, you who had wrecked havoc within our realms. We who had endured and tolerated you for a million years, have now had enough." The leading god, Odin explained, while Csintalan, had his eyes wide open in shock, as his patience began to crack.
"You will be exiled to the realm of Heolstor, should you ever try to return, your soul will be shattered to pieces." He continued, while Csintalan was already livid.
"Nonsense. What could you gods even do to ME?" He chuckled and grinned feeling proud, yet he froze not long after. Odin, and the other demons and gods all had a smug look on their faces.
"Unless.. you f*ckers resorted to cheap tricks?" He glared at Odin and forced a wretched smile on his face while secretly, preparing his power for escape. "Cheap tricks? Ohohohoho! It is called a strategy my boy!" The dragon king from the left side crackled as he added salt to the wounds. Csintalan was left dumbfounded and he finally, had it. "Ha!"
"Lucifer Morningstar. The first." He muttered, casting his spell, and then.. Fwoosh* suddenly a million of asteroids were settled in the sky, ready to hit the gods, waiting only for his command. The gods were, petrified yet, they knew it was coming. Csintalan held his hand forward and "1,2, down." He pointed his finger down, and as he did, those said meteors fell from the sky but as it was about to crash onto the gods, a luminous barrier was in place, and it protected the gods by dissipating the said magic.
"So I was right.. you did resort to cheap tricks." He snickered as he positioned himself for the upcoming fight. "Heaven's Sacrifice. Pitiful motherf*uckers, did you really give up 7.5 million years worth of mana, just to banish me?" He added, while he glared intensely at the gods all the while releasing his menacing aura and cursed mana. "Indeed we have, we have chosen to risk our lives, all in an attempt of at least.. a few million years of peace, without you." A holy entity, the Saintess Cloris said softly and regrettably.
"Indeed, therefore you can leave now." Odin declared as he raised his hands. When he did, chains emitting bright lights chained Csintalan and forced him down. "Urgh! These f*cke-" he tried to resist and burst out his power, yet somehow, he was losing his power instead. "Your resistance is futile, oh being of mischief. It is the Chains of Judgement we are talking about, not something else." Orient the god beside Odin stated, while he fumbles his thumbs.
"Do you feel like you're getting weaker? Its because-" "the chains keep absorbing my mana, I know doofu- urgh!" Orient added but was interrupted by Csintalan who was struggling with the chains. Orient frowned and looked at Csintalan in disdain. "Hmph! Mannerless bastard." Orient muttered.
"Urgh.. f*cking heck.. this is.." Csintalan who had grown weak from the chains, laid feeble on the ground. The other gods saw his state, and made their way to him. They stood proud and smug having seen their enemy defeated. The gods snickered and looked down on the drained Csintalan who was fuming with rage, yet unable to express it because of his current state.
"Kekekkekeke who's on the ground now genius?" "He was so proud just earlier, look at him now!" "Oh my, what a disgrace." "Finally, peace is to come!" "He deserves more than this." "Is he finally gonna leave?" "Woah, what a weakass b*itch!" "Haha that weakness b*tch beat your ass years ago, moron!" "Huh? What did ya say? Wanna go!?"
Voices filled with spite was heard by Csintalan, as well as the stones of mockery they threw at him.
"Silence. Let us do the final bearing." Odin spoke, and the crowd went silent. The gods, glanced at eachother, and their ritual began. They all held their hands forward, towards the weakened Csintalan, and concentrated their mana unto the crystal brought fort by Odin.
"As I have said, you shall be banished unto Heolstor and should you ever return, your soul shall be shattered into pieces. But, there is one more thing." Odin declared with his voice resounding within the bodies of the beings. "You can return, only, if you once more, make the whole world your enemy." He added. Hearing this, Csintalan grinned to the brim and felt, hope. In his mind he thought 'That's easy, I'll just go have fun and return for revenge? Isn't that too light? Ha!' although, his hope did not last for long.
Odin smiled and parted his lips to talk once more. "You shall leave, with a blessing, that is although a curse for you." The gods snickered yet Csintalan was confused. "Regain your powers? You shall! Obtain a genius body? You shall! Bestowed upon a noble family? You shall! But hear ye, I say to you. This blessing i shall give, is not but a curse for you." Odin continued his speech and as he was, the crystal in his hands gleamed much brighter.
Noticing this, Odin hastened his speech. "Csintalan Kek Gvansa, I bestow upon you the blessing yearned by all of the righteous and pure. This blessing I give you, is the blessing, of luck. Good luck." As he said that, cracks appeared before the crystal and Odin, satisfied, gave the crystal mana, of his very own. Csintalan was petrified, and as the crystal was about to break, Csintalan stated his last words.
"You motherf*cking gods and demons! Mark my f*cking words! I will f*ucking come back. I will pay back todays humiliation, by ten fold! Remember that you f*uckers!" Saying that, the crystal emitted a blinding light over his body, and slowly the light took him away.
...
A bright and glorious morning, the sky was clear and the breeze blew teasingly. Somewhere within the vast plains of Kastre was an old noble's mansion. The sun that day was burning aflame and so its rays shone generously upon the bedchambers of a young servant boy that was within the basement of the mansion. "Hmm.. ugh.." he groaned in his sleep, seeming to have a nightmare.
"F*ck!" He leaped out of his bed and woke up abruptly. "Huh.. what's.. ah.." he looked at his hands, and moved his fingers, familiarizing himself with the body, that did not seem to be his'. "Ah..." He scanned the surroundings and found himself in an old and dreary room, with nothing but a table and a cabinet, along with the bed he's laying in. "Ha! Those.. bastards." His eyes twitched and his eyebrows furrowed, and his mouth forced a dreadful smile filled with spite. "They really did me dirty." He said, fuming with rage.
Fwoosh* suddenly, a cold wind blew and the sky turned black, thunder clouds started to form and a shrilling atmosphere was set place. Boom!* A large egg popped out of nowhere in front of his face and a stifling and dark mana covered its shell. "What the f*ck is this..?" He muttered as he stood there in shock of the scene.
'Is this, another one of those old geezers' tricks?' he glared at the egg as he clenched his fist. At the time, he pondered and thought to himself. 'Should I.. break this little sh*t?' As he said that, he placed his hand forward, attempting to crack the egg. But..