[Chapter 2.2] - Nameless God

My yell really seemed to shock the guards, who all hurriedly take a step back from me. Then again, it my have not been my words, but the utter malice they could hear in my tone. Or it could have been the unconscious pressure they felt blast at them from my agitation.

Regardless, it was still amusing to watch those men, no doubt hardened warriors all, get pressured by me.

Especially since I do look like a boy at the moment.

Fuck, it is really totally embarrassing on both sides.

While by myself, it didn’t matter much. But here, surrounded by others, it is definitely annoying. Because so much time has passed, the Fading of my aspects caused me to slowly revert into basically what would be my ‘teenage’ years. Then using up so much of my god power, my appearance changed into one that’s even younger.

To be honest, I look like a ten year old mortal.

A ten year old boy with shoulder length, long white hair. My eyes are also a startling deep, dark blue with hints of various colors streaked through it along with random white twinkles that bloom into visibility before disappearing. It as if looking out into the endless void between the myriad realms.

Sadly, it isn’t my eyes that draw the most attention, either. The fact that I just walked out of the miasma, naked as the day of a newborn isn’t, as well. It is the fact that my body is as developed as a man nearly three times my apparent age, at the peak of their power and fitness.

To be honest, my body is fucking ripped. Still slim and with a hint of the gangliness of youth, but every single muscle is bulged out taunt underneath my skin, which is the same color as molten bronze. It is also perfectly anatomically correct, without the bulging and lopsided features of a man who only strengthens one part of his body.

Of course, the reason for that is quite simple. My fucking ‘family’ didn’t just seal me to slumber in the mortal world, they literally tossed my body out of the gods realm to do it. Normally we don’t expose our true bodies, and instead create avatars that take on the features we currently wish to express.

Hell, I myself have come down from time to time in the form of things like lightning, old men, aspiring apprentices and shit. Sometimes it is for shits and giggles, but other times such forms can be very appropriate. After all, who doesn’t enjoy causing a bit of mayhem every couple of millenium, right?

The fact that I’m here in my real body is still annoying though. Especially given that my family jewels are all hanging out for the whole fucking world to see. Next time, they should definitely leave me some fucking PANTS! at the very least.

Not that I’m totally into modesty or any of that bullshit. But still, who wants to walk around with their balls and dick swinging around in the cool breeze?

Well, it isn’t that being cold or hot means anything to me. Even without my magic, my god’s body is totally immune to such things. In addition, there is an advantage to using your physical body when compared to that of an avatar.

I can express my god power directly in the world instead of having to channel it into the world first.

That totally saves a good chunk of power in comparison. As any magical user knows, distance effects how much power it takes to affect something. Casing a lightning bolt from miles away takes far more energy when compared to shocking the ever living fuck out of something that you have hands on contact with.

Casting magic from the heavens and into the mortal realm is no small feat, and by itself would all but impossible for any but me anyway. For the other gods, it usually takes a combination of magic and their god power to do the same thing.

Still, it is the principle that matters! Even I’m not so callous as to not provide a prisoner some fucking clothing. It is a matter of common decency!

Then again, at least I didn’t wake up to find my body cut into bits and spread across the whole of creation. That would have been a real sour moment. I probably would have just let the entirety of creation die then.

“You… you speak? What sort of monster or demon are you?,” the same man from earlier yells, although he cannot seem to force himself to step forward to threat me again. Indeed, his hands shake in fear or terror while watching me.

“That is totally rude, asshole! First you call me a kid, and then you dare to call me a monster? Shit, do I look anything like those twisted fucking mutants from the miasma? Do you have snot for brains, huh?!”

Yeah, I totally shout that back, and for some reason feel quite proud of myself. Maybe it is because such things like insults were totally beneath the dignity of us gods before, and now I get to express myself however I wish. If I’d said the same words in the heavens, my family would have looked at me as if I were insane.

Or more insane, but whatever.

I don’t even give the rest of the guards time to say anything as I turn to look over my shoulder, narrowing my eyes. Focusing my power, I draw the magic from my body and condense it around my body, bringing forward an ethereal, blue-colored glow that pulses and crackles with energy.

Then I release it in a circular blast that revolves around me at its epicenter.

BAM!

The blast wave expands, wider and wider. The guards are pushed back several feet by the sudden release of energy, while the miasma fifty feet behind me suddenly looks as if it had had a chunk taken out of it in a perfect quarter sphere of space.

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The fact that I just blew back the miasma isn’t the important thing however. Within that area that suddenly became clear was a twisted monster. It was once humanoid, probably of the beastmen race, but had been twisted and shit by the all devouring power of the miasma.

To be blunt, it is fucking hideous. I’d felt it coming up behind me and decided to make an example out of its poor mockery of life. Yeah, I’m totally in that mood.

Hehe!

I didn’t harm it with my magic though, because I really, really want some decent fun for once. I’d been alone and walking around for fucking ever by my damned self. I hadn’t run into any real trouble in the miasma, but now I finally have the chance to bash something that wasn’t my fucking skull. Just the thought of it brings a wide grin to my face.

The mortal guards though are just totally shocked and shaking in their boots.

Especially when they get to watch me suddenly turn and lung at the abomination. While I was never the strongest god, nor the fastest, or perhaps even the most impressive in terms of pure intellect; I was also no slouch when it comes to my physical strength, either.

My tightly bunched muscles seem to crackle audibly with power as I clench my fists and plant my feet firmly into the dusty, broken soil of the barren plain. I didn’t just manage to catch the mortal guards off balance too, but the abomination as well.

It clearly didn’t expect to be spotted, much less suddenly find itself without any means of hiding. Or facing a frontal attack by what in all appearances should be a ten year old boy.

Doesn’t matter to me, though.

I use the things body as a fucking punching bag all the same. I literally beat the crap out of it, long after its unnatural life has ended. Vile black blood sprays in every direction and the sounds of cracking bone can be heard even as far away as the village. I don’t use my magic on it at all.

Aaaaaah, it feels so damned good to finally have something to hit on. The fact that I leave a totally gory mess that causes one of the guards to take a staggered step away only to expel his lunch is just a side benefit of it. Bits, pieces, intestines and a whole bunch of black and red muck is littered in an area nearly thirty feet in every direction.

Aaaaah, to be brutal again. Refreshing.

Only once it is well and truly dead do I stop and look at the scene. It is like something out of a nightmare. But I’m still totally satisfied.

I am, however, not a total savage. So after taking a moment to blow the blood and other gore off of my body with a flick of my magic, I clap my hands together and stretch my magic out into the ground beneath my feet.

I can feel the leftover taint from where the miasma had been before, but I quickly disperse it and allow the earth to soak in my magic, feeding it far more than I had anything else. In return, the earth obeys my command to draw in the remains of the abomination, drying it into the top layers of soil. It’ll make good fertilizer for the thing I summon next.

Reaching out, probing and searching, it takes me a moment to find what I want. Only a moment though, before I yank it into the spot I want before holding out my palms, upward and cupped. With an exercise of my will, I once more gather magic, this time pooling it between my hands.

It shimmers and boils into visibility as more and more of it is gathered, being held by my will. If I had my full strength this would be child's play, but it still takes me more than a minute to gather the needed amount. Not that I’m in a hurry. Nor is anyone else, cause they are all scared too shitless.

Only once the near liquid magic fills up to the brim hands do I stop, only to drop the magic unceremoniously onto the ground. Right over the spot I killed the abomination before planting my seed. Heh. I cannot help but grin.

The earth soaks it all up, before a sudden rumble shakes the ground. It isn’t anything as fierce as an earthquake, but it is totally unexpected and knocks over several of the guards onto their asses. It is just as amusing to watch.

However, what soon draws every gaze is something totally else. From the previously barren soil, a sprout suddenly shoots up. It is a dark, vivid green color. But it isn’t just any regular sprout of some random plant.

No, it keeps growing, and growing, and growing. It grows rapidly and quickly, reaching out and spreading. Within only minutes, a huge fucking tree has suddenly taken root, reaching its pale silver branches majestically into the sky. Each branch is capped in the same vivid, wide green leaves.

And it continues to grow, soaring into the sky, taller than even the wall of miasma is. A hundred feet, two hundred, three. More. Even I have to step back as it only grows taller and thicker.

By the time the silver maple tree finally stops growing I’m nearly back to where the guards were standing, whom are utterly dumbstruck.

I’m not watching the tree though, I’m watching everyone else in the entire village. They are all watching as well, and the awe on their faces makes me grin.

“I am a god, you foolish ingrates!,” my voice thunders over the entire village.

Hahahahahahahaha. The looks on their faces are priceless.

Totally worth it.