Chapter Fifty One, The Banished Son.
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The humans fled to the depths of the earth. They ran from the surface, taking shelter within the caverns and tunnels of the underground.
Deep below, they had little light, only very few fluorescent plants. They had few sources of food, having to rely on rodents.
Humanity hit an all time low.
There were deaths left and right, people dropping like flies.
Venator was living on within the hearts of their people, the stories of his vigor and resilience pumping through them.
A total of fifty thousand had made their way underground after the onslaught of the Sacred Beasts.
Yet, just sixty years down the line, less than ten thousand remained.
Humanity had to adapt.
They dug deeper within the caves, hoping to find something to feed on, or a more stable living environment.
Thankfully, one of those would be resolved.
A creature would show itself to them. An entity that resembled humanity.
It was tall, but looked rather boyish. It's skin was grey, almost blue, and it had long rough hair. He spoke to them in tongues, in a language they did not understand.
But, they could... interpret his words.
He was a god.
A son of the heavenly father, banished from the seat of gods.
In some ways, he was like them.
Cursed to hide away beneath the earth, trampled on by his siblings that were better than him.
And seeing humanity, the people that were once so powerful, being reduced to denizens of the underground?
He felt inclined to help...
He pointed the people downwards, telling them of sources of endless food down below. He said they would never have to starve again, and they would live life with a full belly.
So of course, humans dove deep, coming across completely uncharted territory.
Territory that was made to house the most disgusting of creatures.
A human expedition resulted in the death of dozens of warriors, one man living to tell the tale.
Living to tell the story of Hell's Children.
The titanic creatures deep below that resembled the Sacred Beasts.
They were huge, with carapaces as hard as metal. They had dozens of legs, strange eyes, and a frightening visage.
Some had tentacles, some had claws, some had thin legs, some could even spin webs.
Weird and revolting beasts that even God could not love.
They had powerful carapaces and multiple legs. Some could not see, while others could.
But something that each Human knew, was that they were not to be messed with.
Only the most powerful living humans could combat Hell's Children, dragging the corpses back to humanity and letting the entire civilization feast.
They assumed that the strange creatures were distant cousins of the titans on the surface, only lacking their intelligence.
The Humans adapted to this lifestyle.
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This was the hope of humanity.
The strongest of warriors fought the weakest of these creatures.
And they came out on top.
They lost many in the process, but it yielded results. They were able to return to the people with the corpse of a creature almost thirty meters tall.
The people would feed on this entity, and this would change them forever...
Centuries feeding on this species from hell, led to changes within the human body.
Centuries beneath the earth, in a low light environment, led to changes within the human body.
People grew smarter, but more sensitive to light. Some gained the ability to take on the form of the creatures their ancestors ate.
Some could sprout tentacles from their back.
Some could grow beetle like wings.
Some could spin webs.
Yet, what everyone had in common, were the midnight black blood that coursed through their veins.
This event would be with them for the rest of time, never forgetting how they got here.
They would never forget their god.
Not the one that abandoned them.
But the Old Immortal, The Banished Son of God...
Activity within on the surface world died down.
The humans were virtually extinct, only their deformed cousins just barely starting to stand on two feet.
The Sacred Beasts ruled two continents, their gargantuan size making them nearly unstoppable forces..
The Vitarians were evolving, growing quickly, though of course not as quick as the humans.
It took a few years, but they grew to utilize tools. Young Vitarian children uprooting trees and using them as sticks to beat the Sacred Beasts with.
Years passed that way, the world becoming relatively peaceful, minus the Vitarian continent.
The humans deep underground continued to worship their God, barely surviving. They could not function the same way without the resources that were abundant on the surface.
Having to fight their hardest to obtain their nutrients, their rate of reproduction hardly slowed down.
To survive, they had grown reckless.
They would not waste the chance the Banished Son gave them, so they would not waste it.
They built a small civilization deep below, numbering barely 5 thousand in population.
Spending their years beneath the surface, humanity changed drastically.
They were only a husk of what they used to be, their history written in the walls, but completely forgotten to the people that still lived.
There were three thousand remaining humans of the Rocc Dynasty...
Yet, they were no longer human.
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Thousands of years passed.
The earth truly quelled itself, the Vitarian's clash with the Sacred Beasts having cooled down as the amount of both sides diminished.
On their continent, there numbered less than a thousand Vitarians, and barely fifty Sacred Beasts.
Only the strongest of the strongest had remained alive.
The Vitarians had become a stone age civilization. They were reminiscent of the Human's during Venator's reign.
They had shelters, tools, a societal structure, and even a common language.
They were relatively advanced, and they had chosen to seclude themselves from the Sacred Beasts.
They figured that, if they took time to evolve, both physically and technologically, they would eventually be able to combat the peak Sacred Beasts, the "Godkin", as they called them.
Lokreum watched upon the world with a smile, loving everything that had taken place.
A few Vitarians and Sacred Beasts had grown to a high place of power, nearing the peak of the Zeroth Kreuvian Level.
They had nearly reached the cap of normal Kreus capacity, but nearly was still years away.
There wouldn't be an existence that qualified for the first level for at least another thousand years…
”The Vitarians and the Beastmen are in roughly the same stage, having evolved to the same age technologically. While Seiya's cave-dwellers are all over the place…”
”They’ve retained some of their advanced technologies, but they lack the necessary materials, only being able to substitute resources… They are overall… on the cusp of the metal age, with technologies that appear closer to that of modern times.” Kieron narrated to the gods.
”As time passes, more and more intelligent species will emerge… maybe we should recruit some more gods, Father?” The false omnipotent asked, Lokreum stepping forward and looking at the grounds beneath them.
The two gods hovered above the Vitarian continent, watching the final large battle they would see for the foreseeable future.
“Giahahah! For Vitaria!” A crazed yell sounded, a lanky white skinned creature pouncing towards a gigantic dragon.
”The rest of the gods will come from the inhabitants of this world. As of now, Venator is our greatest mortal candidate.” Lokreum responded, watching the two creatures clash.
"No, they will not be gods... They will be our Apostles." He smiled.
The dragon was quite nimble, taking flight and dodging the Vitarian’s attacks while spewing orange flames filled to the brim with volatile kreus.
”But is Venator not a dead man? I can see using him since he is a religious figure, but his true power falls behind… Even the elder cave-dwellers are more powerful than he…” As Kieron retorted, the Vitarian landed a successful punch to the dragon’s mandible, sending the lizard into the mountain it hovered next to.
”Oh but that is all more the reason. Despite that, can you not feel the soul of Venator? At one point he was living on in every living human. Their belief in him was prevalent, and he was on the verge of true resurrection through the faith of his people!” Lokreum explained with an ecstatic smile.
”When the humans re-evolve, the cave-dwellers will surely re-emerge too. They will emerge with their new faith In Seiya, but Venator will still be a key figure in their religion. If that does not happen, then the new humans will find the ruins of the cave-dwellers, and our old faith will once more be sparked… No matter the outcome, it will surely be entertaining to watch.” Lokreum was gleeful, thinking of the grandeur possibilities of the future.
He could not wait to watch the creation of myths, the discoveries of ancient histories, and the shock of humanity…
”…Seiya is an interesting fellow.”
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