Chapter Forty Six, The Life of Venator.
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When the human returned to his home, the entire tribe greeted him worriedly.
He had been gone nearly 2 days, and once he was returned, he was riddled with scars.
On top of that, his muscles grew, and even his height increased!
His most noticeable difference though...
Was the fact he came carrying a cold stick.
There was a strange tool in his hand, and a fierce look in his eyes.
When they questioned what had happened, he told them an unbelievable story.
He had killed a Coatl? And he had seen god?
What did he mean? After all, that’s impossible!
A Coatl? They’re a hunters worst nightmare! How can one combat a flying creature when they were grounded?
Their hands could not reach for the skies…
So, when the tribe heard this story, they did not believe him.
But, some did.
The fierce, and dead look in his eyes could not be faked.
So, he led them to the Coatl’s corpse, proving them all wrong.
The strongest of men within the tribe, numbering about 6, were baffled with what they saw.
He did not kill a Coatl, he eviscerated it.
The creature was turned inside out, made into a paste.
They could not understand how he did it!
But what shocked them even more, was the second corpse.
A Coatl, cut clean in half, a perfectly halved body.
Even if the man did kill a Coatl, he could not have killed two.
And he could not have killed it in such a perfected manner.
Not even the strongest within the tribe could do anything that even resembled it.
So, they returned to their mud huts, telling everyone of what they saw.
And with so many accounts, they had no choice but to believe!
And so they did.
The man was given something no other had ever been given before.
A name.
Venator, they called him.
Hunter, in their broken language.
Venator, the Coatl killer, and the Prophet of God.
With his holy tool, Venator sought to achieve God‘s quest.
He mastered the art of tools. He learned how to chop trees with his tool, the sword.
He learned how to built better reinforced huts.
He learned how to replicate the sword with wood.
He built more tools, used for digging, and breaking stone.
He used rough stone pieces to recreate the sword, albeit much worse off...
He could not replicate the perfection of God.
He built stable safe places, he called them homes.
In 20 long years, he built a town, his strength growing exponentially over time.
He believed. He believed in the strength invested into him by God.
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He believed he would grow great, and God would greet him once more.
He took the time to gaze upon his scars everyday, ingraining the visage of God into his mind.
It took him 30 years to gather up all the tribes around the forest, unifying them under one banner.
The Rocc Dynasty.
And the symbol of this dynasty?
The Rocc Sword, God’s perfect creation.
At the 30 year mark, Venator was nearing the the average time of death.
He had lived through nearly 50 winters, yet he was showing no sign of aging.
He was at the peak of life, unifying all humans, and innovating every day.
He invented new tools.
He created the rockshooter, the hammer, the digger.
He built homes by hand, gathered food, both plant and animal.
He had more kids, a wife, and he continued to grow in strength and height as he aged.
By the time he had lived through 80 winters, he watched his first son go.
His first son that did not have the drive he did. He simply sat about, living a life of luxury that had been provided by Venator himself.
It was a pain, and demons plagued him since that day.
He lived another 40 winters, watching more of his kids go, and expanding his small dynasty.
There were too many people to count within his domain, many of them not having names.
So as the Prophet of God, he named people.
He named hundreds of humans, remembering each and every one of them as if they were his own children.
He became known as the Father of Humanity, God's Prophet, Venator.
Venator lived to see one hundred twenty-four winters, about four times the average human.
His belief in both God and himself kept him going.
At his peak, he was strong enough to carry trees by himself!
With just a swing of the Rocc Sword, he fell Coatls.
He lived the life of a God on earth, venerated by all humans.
He was their lord, their king, the one man below god.
He made countless treasures for them.
Utensils to eat with, clothes to protect from harsh winters.
Blankets, bowls, knives.
He lived for innovation, day in and day out, creating tools that would make life for humanity easier.
He expanded his dynasty, reaching the entirety of the woods, and completely eradicating the threat of the Coatl on his own.
The creatures of the forest grew so fearful of his strength, that some even migrated away to safer territories.
Life was peaceful for humankind, they lived like nobility.
Their king did everything for them, and they praised him, truly believing in his power to do nearly anything!
It was on his day of death, where things changed for humanity, permanently.
Venator, the Human King, published a book.
The Kalif, the Scripture of God.
Venator preached of visions he had in his sleep.
The figure of God greeting him in his dreams every so often.
It would give him advice, and speak to him through riddles.
So, he put it into a small book.
The book was filled with quotes from his dreams, but, the first line was the most important in his life.
”You are powerful, but do you see how much more powerful you can be with a tool?”
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"God watched over Venator intently, not missing a moment in the human's life.
He appeared to him once, in his most dire time of need. He showed him the way out, granting him the gift of innovation!
With the power of God coursing through his veins, the blood of the Heavenly Father, Venator unified the lands and fell monstrous beasts. He laid the path for all humans, and built the first dynasty in human history.
The Rocc Dynasty!"
The book closed, Lokreum flashing a nod of approval.
Time had moved as it does, and a century had passed since the death of his "First Prophet".
Strangely, he had never declared Venator a Prophet, nor did he ever speak to him through dreams, but it seemed that the human's belief in him created strange images in his mind that did indeed give him knowledge of things he should not have known.
It was a fun and interesting life to watch, and Lokreum couldn't help but marvel at the beauty and intricacy of mortal life.
He had been reading a short story created by a human, a story attempting to retell the history Venator's life.
It was a book titled, "God's Prophet", a biography of Venator himself.
"Hmm... How many Prophets should I have then?" Lokreum questioned, his gaze turning to the Vitarians that were just barely evolving to use wooden tools without his intervention.
"Or maybe, I create apostles, and keep the number of Prophets very low..." He started, "The Prophets can be brought to a heaven, and become those that sit beneath the Gods!" Lokreum smiled.
"It's an interesting premise..." He stood up, rising from his throne and walking to the edge of his pavilion.
"But I cannot do such a thing... We are already interfering enough by creating the belief system... We should have just given them the ability to freely cultivate worldly energies, but alas, Alexandria went all out." Lokreum shook his head with a smile.
"I'm sure some will be able to rise to the position of worldly gods, and at that time, another world will be created to continue to challenge this planet." Lokreum had his hands behind his back, looking out at the continent below him as the sun set below the horizon.
His eyes scanned the lands, a weird smile creeping onto his face, as the sun set on the only continent uninhabited by intelligent life for the 124,046th time.
"Scratch that, who cares for interference? I am God, I can do whatever it is that I wish."
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"I have implemented a gene into all living things on this planet. It allows them to perfectly retain all airborne kreus that is absorbed. With this, the inhabitants of the world can use breathing techniques to cultivate, and don't have to solely rely on kreus absorption through taking it from another existence." Lokreum said, Alexandria standing next to him, her hands behind her back.
"So, to acclimate people, specifically the humans, I would like it if you descended. In the form of a human of course. Descend as the daughter of god, and further the lore behind our slowly evolving religion. The Vitarians will be fine, they're sensitive to energies, so they will quickly notice the change." Alexandria's eyes widened for a moment.
"Descend, as a human?..." She whispered, "I haven't lived the life of a mortal in aeons... I would love to Father!" She exclaimed, turning and stepping towards the edge of the pavilion, quickly descending down the stairs.
"I must get started right away! I will make sure the humans understand our principles Father! They will come to love the beauty of life, the power of effort, and the mysteriousness of the unknown!"
Lokreum smiled.
He was left alone on the mountain top, questioning what the future would entail.
Yet that was when...
"Father, I have a proposition." A man materialized before him, the immortal giving him a massive grin.
"Do tell, Seiya." Lokreum beckoned.
"May I cause some chaos?..."
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