The world was done for, even though its greatest threats had been eliminated. It was too late for the world, but at least the task was finally done. After 100 years... it was finally over.
Balith Morren had only been a child when the world began to fall apart. It started when he was no older than 17. Rifts began opening in skies all above the world, and from them, the Angels descended. They spoke of a terrible sickness that befell the worlds, and one that spread to the very Gods themselves. A corruption. A sickness. One that would tear the very universe asunder.
A corrupted Angel then flew out from one of the rifts, and headed straight for Balith's village. It was a slaughter, killing every last person, except for one. Balith was out in the first gather herbs for his mother when he heard the screams. Corpse after corpse littered the streets as he arrived back home.
"Oh heavens..." Balith wheezed, and then threw up on the side of the road.
He raced to his home, tears in his eyes as he had found the bodies of people he knew well, and many good friends. He stopped halfway home, finding the body of the girl he had a crush on his entire life.
"Agatha... no." He said, wiping at his eyes.
They hadn't been close, and he was always too shy to talk to her, but now, any possibility of something more was taken away from him. He shook his head, dried his tears, and ran back towards home. When he got there, he found....
"NO!!!" He screamed, finding the corpses of Benny, his brother, and Maya, his sister.
Grief tore through his body, only for it to double when he heard another scream from inside. He stood, and made for that way, only for hia father's headless corpse to fly out of the front door. He sunk to his knees, and just stared as the will to live left him. A figure stepped out of the house donned and armor crisscrossed with purple viens, and black wings.
It looked like an angel of legend, only if one were twisted into macab imitation of what many thought an angel really was.
"No.... please...." He cried, seeing what it was holding onto.
His mother dangled limply from one hand, while a spear covered in a blackened aura was held in the other. She wasn't dead yet.
"Bale.... run... ge-" She said weakly, before being cut off as the thing shoved its spear through her head.
Balith screamed, and then, something inside of him snapped. His grief, his sadness, his anger, it all turned into rage. He stood, fire in his veins, and rushed towards the monster before him. He punched it in the chest, which amounted to nothing, but he kept trying.
The creature seemed to actually take pleasure in watching this human try to cause it harm, while also appreciating that one of them actually had the guts to fight back, regardless of how ineffectual it was. Soon though, the angel thing had enough, and speared him through the stomach.
Pain erupted throughout his body, but also something else. It was something akin to ice being sent into his veins. He stumbled backwards as the thing pulled its spear out, content to watch what happened next. To its surprise, nothing happened like it was supposed to.
For one, many angels that weren't corrupted rained down from the sky, many spears puncturing its body and pinning it to the ground. Second, the feeling in Balith's veins abruptly stopped, but that didn't stop the pain or the blood loss.
"We were too late..." An angel lamented as it hit the ground.
"This child is still alive! But... he's been corrupted." Another angel said sadly.
"Then...please make it swift." The previous angel said, and the one near Balith nodded.
It stood and raised its spear, read to alleviate the poor boy's suffering, when it paused.
"I don't believe it.." It said, lowering the spear.
Many of the angels gathered around to see what they were talking about, when they all gasped.
The blackened veins, the blackened wounds, had just abruptly vanished.
"By the heavens... he's immune!" The lead angel yelled, quickly kneeling down and casting a heal spell.
Balith's wounds closed quickly, and once they did, his eyes shot open, and darted all around.
"MOM! DAD!" He yelled, and then his memory of before quickly came back to him.
"I...am sorry child... but they are lost." The lead angel said, and Balith snapped his eyes up to him.
"WHY?? WHAT IS GOING ON? Why would an angel do this..." He said, before embracing his tears once more.
"It is a sickness, child. A corruption. It affects all living beings when it invades a universe, even angels, demons, and Gods. Most of the Gods are already lost to us, and not many angels remain." The angel explained.
The fire in Balith's eyes had never left, and he looked back up at the angel again.
"Then...why am I not dead, or corrupted?" He asked.
"I.... do not know. The sickness tried to take you, looking like it did any other time, but then it just stopped." The angel explained.
Balith clenched his fists. It wasn't fair. His friends, people he knew, and most of all, his family was gone, and he couldn't even join them. His anger fueled him, and suddenly, a black aura surrounded his body, and the angels took many steps away from him.
"I want to kill them. Kill all of them." Balith said, meeting the angels eyes.
What was absent from the child was the sense that the corruption had taken control of him. It was more so, he took control of it. The lead angel became revenant.
"He's the one... the legend throughout the multiverse. The Godslayer... taking the power of his enemies, and making it his own... he has been reborn." The lead angel said, falling to his knees.
Balith looked around him at the angels who were now on one knee, bowing to him.
"What are you all doing?" He asked.
"You are the myth that not even the Gods believe in... I didn't either until now. The only one destined to be able to stop this madness... to end it for good." The lead angel said, and then seemed to come to a decision right then and there.
"Use this anger, child. It is too late for this world... but you might be able to stop this madness once and for all. Slayer of Gods, destroyer of dieties, take all that we are, and finish this. This is our gift, and apology from all of us that remain." The leader said, and if it was an unspoken command, all of them stood with solemn resolve.
The angels threw up their hands, and began to shine brightly. Not just them, but from as far as his eyes could see, light energy poured into the sky seemingly from all over the continent, and with a flash, it all shot down and into Balith.
He screamed, and his eyes glowed as the power shot into his body, fusing with his DNA, with his very core. Once it was done, he dropped to his knees, and panted. After a small moment, he stood, and the first thing he realized was that he was much taller than he was previous. He also felt like he could wrestle a mountain, and come out on top.
He had grown at least 2 additional feet, his skinny body was now packed with lean muscle, and multicolored energy surrounded his body. He looked down at his hand, flexing his fingers as the energy crackled around his fist. His eyes shot up in determination. The angels bodies had disappeared, but there words echoed in his mind.
"You are the Godslayer."
"You can end this madness."
Resolve filled his heart. He buried his family, tears in his eyes as he said his final goodbyes.
"I will avenged all of you. I will kill them all." He swore.
After about 10 minutes, he stood, and walked back to his home one final time. He noticed as he looked down, that the blood covered spear that had almost killed him was lying on the ground, still in one piece. He wrapped his hand around the handle, and with a vice like grip, he picked it up from the ground, and turned around.
When the angels had gifted him their power, he noticed he was able to see dark corners of the Earth. It was a vision that, from what he could assume, led him to more corrupted people, and monsters. He snarled, and took off running. As he ran, he wished for himself to go faster. Pain lanced through his back as two angelic wings burst out of his back, and it allowed him to take to the air.
The speed came naturally to him, like it was a body part that he just had to remember how to use. Soon, he gallop turned into a super sonic speeds as he blasted off.
Slaughter followed in his wake. Bodies of those who were corrupted fell by the thousands, friends came, and died as days turned into months, and then years. He drained the power of every strong foe he fought. Then, one day, he felt a tug from the very air around him, and a portal opened up mere feet away from him, and a grotesque excuse for a diety had stepped out.
"ENOUGH! YOU WILL NOT GO ANY FURTHER!" The corrupted God said, and the battle soon commenced.
It wasn't even a battle. Soon, the God lay dead at his feet, and its power flowed into him. Soon knowledge filled his mind, the most important one being the creation of portals to the immortal realm. For a hundred years, he wracked his brain, almost going mad on many occasions, on how to achieve the goal set before him when he couldn't reach his foes. Now, he could.
"Judgement awaits." He said, flicking blood off of his spears, and opening a gate way. He stepped through.
Mass deicide followed soon after. Love, Justice, Redemption, Destruction, all killed with his own hands, and the screams they wailed was like music to his ears.
"THIS IS FOR BARRY!" He screamed as he cut off Pleasure's head.
"FOR MAYA!" He roared as he bisected Indulgence.
"FOR AGATHA!" He yelled, cutting Punishment in two from groin to head.
Finally, as he stepped onto the head of they who resided above all, he gripped he spear tighted and said.
"For mother and father..." He said as he brained the fucker.
He then dropped to his knees, looking at the God blood that stained his hands, and after 100 years, he allowed himself to finally cry once more.
Once he was done, he stared into the purgatory that was the immortal realm, the power of the God flowing into him. There was nothing left, the world, everyone, was gone.
"Did...did I do it?" He asked the nothingness.
"No, but you still can." A voice said from behind him, and he turned around.
A females figure stood before him, one ao bright and shining that he couldn't make out her appearance. He only knew from the womanly curves and the shape of what he assumed were breasts.
"Who are you?" He asked, wary of the being before him.
"I am Nealla. I reside over the universe directly next to this one. That sickness will spread there next, and I have come to ask for your aid, mighty Godslayer." She said, but it wasn't even necessary. His job, his need for vengeance, still wasn't done yet.
She smiled seeing his determination. She walked towards him, and held out her hand.
"Then take my hand. The sickness will take some time to infest the world, but when it does, you can stop it at the source. For now, take time to just live, like you never got to before."
Balith nodded, and took her hand, and in a flash, both of them were gone.