[Chapter 3.1] - Village Elder’s Daughter

After dealing with the blood altar, I finally turn around only to realize that everyone in the entire village is standing there staring at me. Most are stunned, but quite a few seem angry. Most of all though, all of them are showing fear. Genuine, palpable fear.

It didn’t take me long to realize why, either, as I heard a sudden whistling sound. Turning my gaze, I could see over the short walls of the village and could see the thick curtain of miasma that hung over the entirety of the village. It was starting to swell, getting higher and higher and starting to push toward the village.

It would blanket everything.

Those villagers at the proper angles could see it as well, as their faces were all pale. It was as if their greatest nightmare had come true. Some of them even fainted and started convulsing on the ground.

Well, damn.

I cannot help but let out a sigh and turn to look at the miasma again. This time though, there’s a faint smile on my face. The reason for that is quite simple though.

I’m the mother fucking God of Magic and some piss poor excuse of a natural calamity dared to threaten me! Oh yes, I couldn’t help the wide grin that has come across my face. Hehehehe.

It seemed that the World Serpent held a grudge because of what I’d done to it, and thus was retaliating. Too bad it couldn’t do the damned deed itself. This was the most it could do.

Try to smother me with its power.

However, I’d sucked up quite a bit of god power from the altar, which lifted my own percentage quite a bit. A little under ten percent.

That is far more than what I’d need to do.

You see, my god power influences how much of my magic I can use within the fabric of reality. The greater the amount, the more raw magic I can bend to my will all at once. Otherwise I’d be forced to use the same method as sorcerers or the like, drawing the magic slowly from within my body.

But with nearly ten percent of my god power restored, I can wield far more magic than even the great Arch Magi of bygone years within the mortal realm. That amount of power cannot be called weak, even by the gods who used to be at full strength.

Hmmm, on that matter, I wonder which of my family I’d just extinguished from the realms. Oh well, not like I really care. Sucks for them that they had bound themselves to such foolish things like a Blood Altar to retain their lives.

Now their power will be mine! Hahahahahaha!

Okay, so maybe not that much. Even I cannot contain even all of that god power. Being the first god, my god power was always the strongest and largest, but still. Compared to the entire pantheon, it was only about a quarter of the total.

Yes, alright, I’ll admit to having a really, really big family. Which is probably why they thought that they had enough power to suppress me. Too bad they couldn’t finish the fucking job.

Enough about that for now though, cause I have work to do. Still grinning, I once more raise my hands toward the sky, but this time one is overtop the other, circled as if I were holding a pole or a staff.

“I am a god, assholes!” I cannot help but yell outrageously even as I start to summon my magic.

This time I limit it to keep it from being too flashy, and under my suppression the entire world seems to go still and silent instead of the violence I had unleashed previously. I don’t want to destroy the town, after all.

With my god power drawing my magic steadily and swiftly into the world around me, I will it with absolute control. At that point the magic becomes blazingly bright, shining blue and swirling around my body even as it spirals up high into the sky.

Up there, it starts to condense, rapidly forming into the shape of a long rod made of nearly transparent crystal. It continues to grow and grow, until it reaches the height of thirty feet. Then it branches out both left and right, forming the support. Only once it is done does the magic start to swirl up the length.

From there, the magic starts to ripple and weave, contorting into strands that rapidly starts at the top only to grow towards the bottom. From that point on, the extremely and fine strands start to weave together, growing a banner.

That banner is silver with black edges, and within the center is my symbol. An open eye that is black and filled with swirling color and flashes of white. Around the eye is an array of magical symbols that start to circle the eye.

Once upon a time that was my personal symbol, which adorned my churches and temples. It is actually pretty nice to be able to see it again. Aaaaah, it seems like so long ago now~

Oh well. It is now here again, so I am happy.

The fun isn’t over yet, especially not when the banner is complete. Because at that point, I let it drop. Hehehehehe.

I stand there, on that stone stage, and watch my banner fall onto the earth right dead center of where the blood altar had once been. I cannot help but laugh, cause it is quite the enjoyable thing to watch the mortals looking at me like I’m crazy while their world is inevitably coming to an end.

Too bad the fools don’t know a good thing when they see it.

BAM!!!

My banner slams into the stage, suddenly shattering it completely even as the earth shakes and rumbles as it gets speared deeply. Only after sinking in ten feet into the earth does the banner come to a stop, throwing up great amounts of dust and debris.

The only part of the stage that is completely unaffected is the part I’m standing on, which has become a circular podium with a row of chiseled steps leading to the ground below. The most amazing thing about it though as once the banner comes to a rest, the banner finally shifts as if it is being blown by the wind.

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As it does so, it releases a sound like a crystal bell, pure and sweet. That sound seems to reverberate across the entire world. It is followed quickly afterwards with a pulse of sharply condensed magic that flows out over everyone’s head like a great wave. Once it comes into contact with the wall of miasma, it doesn’t just stop it. It pushes it back.

Back to where it was once before. Then with another bell-like toll, a second wave of magic spreads out, pushing the miasma back even further. As it does so, it exposes the ground and the sky.

In total, the sound rings out ten times, with each magic wave being stronger than the last. At the end, the miasma is pushed back nearly three hundred miles in every direction from the center of the village.

So far that you cannot even see it without a very high tower and a looking glass.

“Now, can someone please bring me a fucking change of clothes? I’m tired of standing here with my balls hanging out for all of you to enjoy!”

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I’m in one of the only stone buildings in the village, which more resembles a cave than a house. However, it has three rooms and a decent roof on it, so I cannot complain to much. I’m also changing into a change of clothing which had been hastily provided for me.

The clothing is a decent quality, made from some sort of rough material that reminds me of wool. However, it is not the clothing of a ten year old. That’s right, fuckers! I got some of my age back with the return of so much god power.

Hehehehe.

I’m actually quite ecstatic about that. Like, who really takes a ten year old kid seriously? That’s a fucking nightmare right there. A god of magic, as a ten year old. Yeah fucking right.

However, I only appear to be about thirteen or fourteen. I’ve grown taller, and bigger. My body remains perfect though, and even now it has a luster that was previously missing. My bronze-like skin seems to shine, even in the darkness.

Okay, yeah, I could probably turn that off, but why would I want to? I want everyone to gaze upon my mystique. Hehehe. Yes, okay, even I like having my egg stroked.

As for where I am, I’m in the main bedroom of the village elder’s house. After the matter of me dropping my banner from the heavens finally settled down, the villagers had quite the shock. From what I’d heard, they’d never lived where they couldn’t see the miasma before. It was always there, forming a black wall which almost completely cut them off from the outside world.

Very, very few people dared to go into it, and the vast majority of those never returned.

Now though they can look out upon the earth and the sky and not see the miasma with the naked eye. Not only that, now they have far more land they can grow into and cultivate and develop.

If that wasn’t enough, green had started to spread as well. Starting from around the great tree I’d planted, grass and flowers and shrubs and other trees had suddenly sprung up and taken root very quickly. It happened fast enough that one could actually watch and see the vast sea of green spreading out.

That’s right, bitches, I returned life to the earth. Hahahaha.

Now though, all of that is done with. The villagers are still scared as hell from me, but at the same time they no longer doubt my claims as a god. They are all very respectful to me now. Many of them are also already praying at my banner.

Thankfully the village doesn’t have a Blood Priest here. That would have gotten more than a little gory if I’d had to do away with such a vile thing. The villagers are also very thankful that they don’t have to cut themselves anymore.

Yeah, I’d done away with that very fucking fast. No more blood sacrifices. No more cutting themselves. *sighs* That shit is just sort of disgusting. At least the next generation won’t have to bare the literal scars that the previous ones had.

My reminiscing gets disturbed though as the curtain mounted over the doorway gets shoved roughly aside. I’d barely just got my shirt on when I’m nearly knocked over by someone.

“My God, thank you!” A soft voice squeals almost right next to my ear. I’m not too flummoxed though, cause I recognize the lustrous dark hair that is currently pressed against my cheek. Especially not with being hugged as tightly as I am.

Damn, I’d missed the impress of a woman. Especially when it is the overwhelmingly joyful woman I’d saved earlier. Even I cannot help but give her a hug in return.

I do it softly though. I don’t want to pop her like a grape by getting too excited. That’d be bad. Heh.

“You’re welcome. Hmm… What is your name? I never did get it.” I say gently, trying rather obviously to hide the grin that’s come across my face. After all, I need to at least appear dignified at the moment. It wouldn’t due to get the reputation for being a lewd bastard. At least at the moment.

“Aaah, sorry!” The girl suddenly steps back with a blushing face. She really is pretty now that she isn’t stick thin and as pale as death. It seems she’d made a quick recovery.

“I’m Lusia, the daughter of the village elder.” The girl, Lusia says prettily as she smiles, which causes cute dimples to appear on her cheeks. “I wanted to thank you for saving my life, and the village. I woke up and was watching from the window when you destroyed that cursed altar.”

Damn, my Cute-O-Meter keeps going up by tick after tick. I have to blow out a breath to regain my composure. I can clearly see the worship in her eyes, and the awe. Hehe. Talk about ego-stroking.

“It isn’t anything to be that thankful for. I have a long history with the World Serpent.” I say with a rather nonchalant shrug. Still, I smile at her and hold up my hand to stop her from speaking.

“Now, why don’t you give me a name, Lusia?”