As the sun rises, a golden glow spreads across the vast expanse of the sky. Birds take flight, their wings slicing through the crisp morning air, while animals roam freely, basking in the dawn of a new day. Yet, beneath the beauty of nature lurks a world drenched in darkness and blood. Monsters hunt their prey, and the weak run for their lives, their desperate cries echoing through the dense forest.
David walks along a path stained with fresh blood, the scent of iron thick in the air. He moves forward, unbothered by the gruesome sight, his mind numb to the carnage around him. The world has long since lost its innocence in his eyes. He follows the bloodied trail, a silent observer of the chaos that unfolds before him. Suddenly, his steps falter as a chilling scream slices through the air.
"No! Please! Don't do this!"
The desperate plea of a woman rings out, her voice trembling with agony and terror. David's eyes narrow as he focuses on the scene ahead. A gang of ruthless men surrounds a group of elves and children, their faces twisted with cruel delight. Some are dragging their captives towards steel carriages, the children screaming and clutching at their mothers, who are being torn away from them. Others are indulging in unspeakable acts of violence, their depravity knowing no bounds.
A deep, burning rage ignites within David's chest, his vision darkening with fury. He exhales slowly, suppressing the storm raging within him. The time for action will come soon. He vanishes, concealing his aura and presence, becoming a silent specter in the night.
His gaze locks onto the children, their tear-streaked faces reminding him of a buried memory—a nightmare from his past.
A sudden flash.
David, a mere child, hidden behind the shadows of a broken home. His mother had left for work, unaware of the horror that would unfold in her absence. His father, reeking of alcohol, stumbled toward his sister—only fourteen years old. She trembled, backing away, but there was nowhere to run.
"Dad… please… I'm your daughter… it hurts… no… no… NOOOO!"
David watched, frozen, as his father defiled his own child, her screams muffled by the brutal hand crushing her throat. Tears burned in his young eyes as he bore witness to a sin no one should ever see. His sister's agony ended only when death mercifully claimed her, her lifeless body a stark contrast to the monster who had created her suffering.
The memory sears into his soul like molten iron, intertwining with the cruelty he now witnesses. His fury reaches a breaking point.
David steps forward.
A gang member notices him and sneers. "Hey, guy, walk away and live, or—"
His words are cut short as his head erupts like a grotesque balloon, blood and brain matter splattering across the ground. His body collapses, twitching, before disintegrating into nothingness. Silence falls, broken only by David's ragged breaths. His hands tremble, not with fear, but with the overwhelming wrath that consumes him.
The Eternal God watches from above, silent and unmoving, as though amused by the unfolding carnage.
The remaining gang members react, their shock morphing into rage. One of them raises his hand, summoning a monstrous wave of fire. The inferno hurtles toward David, engulfing him in a blinding explosion. The elves and children scream as the flames consume everything in their path.
A moment of stillness.
Then, the dust settles.
The gang members smirk, believing their enemy to be nothing more than ash. Laughter erupts from their ranks.
"Pathetic fool."
But their mirth is short-lived. The air crackles with an ominous energy. From above, David descends, his presence an overwhelming force that crushes the very air around them. His expression is void of mercy, his eyes cold and unfeeling.
"I shall not show any mercy."
A chilling wave of power sweeps over the battlefield. One by one, the gang members drop, their bodies convulsing before falling unconscious. David lands gracefully, moving toward the steel carriages. With a flick of his wrist, the locks shatter, and the elven children stumble free.
"Run," he commands. "Become strong. Protect yourselves."
A young elf girl with silver hair, Ashley, hesitates. "What will you do to them?"
David kneels, his expression softening for a brief moment. "You are safe now. Don't worry about them. Take this." He hands her a necklace infused with his dark power. "Share this power. Become strong. If you are ever in danger, hold this necklace and call for me. I will come."
Ashley clutches the necklace tightly, nodding before following the others into the forest. David watches them disappear before his expression hardens once more.
The gang members awaken to find themselves bound, their limbs twisted in unnatural angles. Terror grips their hearts as they take in their surroundings. David sits before them, his expression unreadable.
One of them, foolishly clinging to arrogance, sneers. "You don't know who you messed with! You'll regret—"
David stands, yanking the man forward by his hair. With effortless strength, he hurls him toward a pack of summoned wolves. The beasts waste no time, tearing into him, his agonized screams echoing as they feast on his flesh, ripping him apart while he remains painfully alive.
The remaining two gang members are paralyzed with fear, their faces pale and drenched in sweat. "P-please… let us go… we won't do this again!"
David approaches them slowly, his footsteps deliberate. "Men like you shall have no mercy."
He grasps one of them by the head, a dark aura seeping into the man's body. A grotesque transformation begins, his form twisting and contorting into a monstrous abomination. The man, now a mindless beast, turns toward his remaining comrade.
"Eat him," David commands.
The monster obeys, lunging at the last gang member, tearing into him with primal hunger, devouring his flesh as he screams in horror. The creature's meal is accompanied by unspeakable acts of torment, a reflection of the very sins he once committed. As his humanity fades, his consciousness returns, and he realizes what he has done.
The monster, now fully aware, lets out a wretched scream and vomits violently, horror filling his gaze as he looks at David.
"You… you turned me into…"
David remains unmoved. "You are the last one. Be grateful."
He turns and walks away, the echoes of the man's sobs fading behind him. The wolves pounce, tearing him apart as his body is reduced to nothing but a bloodied mess.
David strides into the distance, his footsteps echoing in the silence of the night. He does not yet realize that the elves he saved will change his life forever.
As dawn breaks, he gazes toward a distant kingdom. His first target—a so-called hero. His journey of vengeance begins.