Requiem Of A Failed Hero



"What? What the fuck? what ruler?" Raith asked, after jumping out of his reach.

"Don't play dumb mortal."

"What do you mean don't play dumb?!" Raith grimaced, along with the strange expression that this individual now had, the air was hot and he could vividly feel it in his pores.

Wham!

All it took was one swipe, Raith's head was fully covered by the man's hand was being immersed in the wall, crushing into it. Raith languidly dropped to the ground, resting on his knees. His head dropped and blood seamed out of his nose effortlessly.

He grabbed his hair and lifted him, visibly not putting any extra strength into his arms which were so thin and originally should never be able to lift a full-grown human.

"The ruler authority is a privilege given to one who an act of sin or virtue, either through atrocious acts declared immoral by the standards of the cosmos itself or a worthy to be praised act commended by the standards of the cosmos. It is the only skill capable of making humans reach godhood."

Raith was unresponsive but heard well what his attacker had said.

The skill he just received a few moments ago was the reason for this misunderstanding.

But if the skill was as impressive as this guy was claiming that meant he had a way out of this predicament.

Raith began to show a subtle response, he was trying to lift his head. The blow he received hurt more than anything he had ever faced, the man's hand grabbed his head and was already crushing his skull even before he was slammed into the wall.

It hit him differently than before and Raith wondered if this was truly the power of an archon.

What he misunderstood was that this wasn't an archon.

The man's eyes rolled down at Raith, all that smiley he had on before had disappeared and nothing but a bloodshot scowl filled his eyes and he curled down his lips in disdain of Raith.

He raised his right foot and slammed it into Raith's body, smashing his head to the ground and hence killing him once and for all.

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Raith's assaulter immediately put a large distance between the two of them and was already standing as far back as the opposite end of the wall.

[Error]

[Error]

[Error]

It was happening again, as though the abyss was desperately trying to stop something from happening even though Raith was like this.

Raith's body wriggled as though he had caught a kind of zombie disease. And after a while all the shaking stopped and Raith's eyes slowly opened.

All his wounds were slowly healing.

'The abyss is really a thorn in my flesh... why won't it let me use devour' Raith could tell the things that happened in his death, this was not the case before but for some reason something changed. Even in death, it was as if he bore a consciousness and was seeing things play out, because of that he also had a rough idea of what it was the abyss was trying to block out earlier.

"I have never seen a mortal capable of resurrection. Truly commendable." The man frowned and his eyes stayed on Raith.

"I will beat the shit out of you because you just really tried me, I don't care if you are an archon, I will kill you."

"Uh? Archon? Me? If I am an archon, you would have been dead long ago." The man said as he strode forward with fluid movements, he lunged his fingers at Raith and he reached him in less than a second.

dodge

dodge

dodge

Raith easily slipped through his attacks by just tilting his head here and there, as the man aimed for his eyes and facial features.

Wham

Raith delved in a punch into his belly- expelling a great deal of air blast but the man was not sent flying like one would expect, instead he responded instantaneously with an upper kick that should be logically impossible to throw– his leg swiped upward, totally breaking Raith's jaw.

Blood ceaselessly poured out ad Raith was left with no jaw, he fell to the floor again and groveled, trying to reach for the man's leg but he got stomped on– his hand severed immediately from his elbow joint as the man's foot sat in between.

Raith was in pain but didn't even have the mouth to cry or the energy to writhe. He lay there as his blood formed a pool that spread around, the man's foot finally went into his back, giving him the final peace that he silently begged for.

"Let's see how many times you can die," The man said as he walked back, "At first I was just going to let you go... but seeing that you are undoubtedly attributed to Fel, you are a nice way to avenge my brother." He stopped with his hand behind his back.

By this time Raith was already getting up, all brand new.

"Your brother?"

"I wasn't the only one that was assigned with stopping Fel. He did this to me and my brother, Thard-Harl."

Raith's mouth dropped, "Your brother is Thard-Harl? You are an asura?"

His brows came together to form an angry frown. He was intelligible and quick on the uptake.

"It seems you will be deserving the sufferings I will be offering you after all. If so, I shall do that without hesitation or guilt."

Raith gulped, '...damn, I killed his brother?'

Wham!

His hand came slapping Raith's head the next instant, twisting it around twice before tearing off his neck. In terms of speed, he was just like Thard-Harl although it seemed he had more strength and wasn't even using a weapon.

"Ah..." After taking his time Raith started to stand, before he could have the chance to even finish, the asura's leg entered his back again and came out from his belly.

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