" Well riddle me this Batman, how can I not remember the fact that I've been here for 5000 years" this box was starting to piss me off I think I would remember the last 5000 years .

" It is very likely that you sealed your memories shortly after you put me in here".

" And now I know you, ok this story is getting far fetched how am I supposed to trust a voice in the box".

" Think about it like this if I'm wrong and it was a different god-slayer then that would mean he was from this world and if the universe could make god-slayers from this world then why would it need you".

This wasn't looking good the tomb was making sense but why seal my own memories and after 5000 years why isn't the job done. " what are you? Why do I know you and why am I still here".

" A spirit of vengeance, you made a contract with me but you were always making contracts to add to your strength and you became a force to be reckoned with but due to reasons you never actually fought the gods".

This text was taken from Royal Road. Help the author by reading the original version there.

Well that's great the power of gods at my finger tips and I sealed the knowledge on how to use them away, I am literally the biggest asshole I know."The contract still stands I suppose and I trusted you before don't see why I can't do it again".

 "Yes it does Ishval and all you have to do is place your hand on the tomb and we can finish what we started"

I placed my hand on the cold slab of stone and light began to pulse beneath my hand while the runes on the tomb glowed bright and for a brief second I could feel the spirit's emotion and it was filled with hate and anger but these emotions didn't faze me almost as if they were my own. Then fire arose from beneath my hand covering my arm and soon after my entire body was covered in black flames but I felt nothing except for loathing and anguish...years of it.

The black flames died down to reveal that the once humorous boy with the frivolous excuse for armor was replaced with an apparition of a man with war torn black armor that resembled a dragon like pattern and was covered in dried blood." Now this is proper protagonist armor it even has a cloak thank you..... right I don't know your name, what do I call you"

" Azrael will do".

 Together Azrael and Ishval left the dungeon ready to finish what they started.