Death, it can be the supposed mercy she needs, but it’s not what she wants. Centuries ago, there was once a time when the morrow is something she would look forward to, but tragedy struck when the gods descended upon the realm. Laying waste to civilization. They now rule the lands, and its remnants are kept as possesions, slaves. The world has changed ever since. Flora is becoming scarce and the fauna are diminishing rapidly. Once a beautiful world, now becomes a desolate plain.

Yet those who remains steel their heart, burning ever so fiercely even when they have lost it physically. To go against the gods and reclaim their world, they sought every possible method to attain power capable of defying them. One night, there was a rain, a ghastly appearance of a creature, but as it turns out, it was merely a mist. However, that’s when it appears, the thought of a ghost, and what if… it becomes a reality.

*** Mage of the Abyss: Origin ***

“Dad?”

Silent and empty. Only her words in the surrounding. A tired voice with a word unanswered, unrepeated, and there she’s on her knees in the pitch-black darkness. It is by no means dark, but rather, completely empty. Devoid of mass and colors. But suddenly, light from the top. It highlights her juvenile body, frail and malnourished. If one were to look closer to the edges of the light, the dark is moving erratically, almost as if it’s alive.

Small and its shape, close to a fish, like a common goldfish but entirely blacked out. It floats towards her, but then, it shrouded every part of her being until only darkness is life. Then it backs out again and lights appear, it repeated its action until another word comes out.

“Dad?”

Cracks under her cheek. Like flakes coming off a breading. Unfamiliar sound in the distance, but it is a sound that becomes clearer and clearer as it gets closer. Scissors. It’s loud.

Snip, snap, snip, snap.

When the fishes covered her in the darkness gone, the light reveals an extremely large scissor and her neck in between its blade. However, it is not truly a thing, but rather an entity. With a head ever so changing, from a toad, a fish, a dragon, a human, an elf, a dwarf, and it keeps cycling on so much more almost every second. Its arm is thin, but its hand stretched like a scissor. Its upper body is slim but its lower body is large, a shape like a larva. Swimming as if it’s an aquatic lifeform.

[???]: “What a child… such potential… so resilient!”

[???]: “Aaaaa worthyyy vessel for oneeeee such as me…”

Parting the blade of the scissors for a snip.

Snap.

Stopped before it closes fully. Would’ve severed her head if it wasn’t stopped, but only with the two of her bare hands. She parts the blade as the creature tilts its head, witnessing the child’s eyes, pure pitch-black darkness.

[???]: “Hmm… yet… yet, yet… this is enough… he-he-he.”

Beyond the darkness lies a vast landscape, a desolated land, but this time not empty. Thousands of people standing against the millions forces of the gods, and among those thousands of people stands a skeleton donned in a black robe and a creature, a black slime. Both tending to a young woman with a black hair, tied from head to toe.

[Slime]: “Impossible.”

[Slime]: “My lord. The abyss. She didn’t merge with them.”

A woman with a black hair then steps forward, aided by her stave.

[Woman]: “What do you expect? I told you she wasn’t ready. We’ll just have to use her to make way for Dorothan. His aides will be troublesome for us.”

[Skeleton]: “We cannot delay any longer.”

[Skeleton]: “The god must die. Today.”

The army on the other side of the plain has started to make a move, and above the frontline lies a humanoid entity with a prideful expression. Wearing its robe majestically like a king of a human would, and the image would be fitting if not for its green appearance, shaded like a tree. On the other side, the black slime turns into a beautiful young woman. Freckles on her face, dark brown eyes. She rips the durable bandages holding the young woman within it, and set her free. She has the same appearance as the form that the slime has adopted, with the difference is that the young woman has her eyes completely blacked out.

[Slime]: “Luosa.”

[Slime]: “It’s time. You must kill them all, and make way for the lord to—.”

The young woman flies to the sky, matching the entity in the frontline, the god. With his jaw forward, head tilts proudly, he chuckles and almost all the frontline soldiers begins to laugh.

[God Dorothan]: “Heh, all that preparation! Five whole years, and this is what you have, Ludwig?!”

[God Dorothan]: “How miserable!”

[Soldiers]: “Bwahahahaha.”

[God Dorothan]: “Well? Show me what you’re all about, girl!”

He flies towards her. Teeth grinning widely with an eye full of desire to enjoy the moment. As she lifts her finger, she makes a pocket space between it and her thumb, with the god encapsulate within the sight of the narrowed world. Upon clenching it, the god disappeared entirely. His presence, his entire existence. Nothing, and that moment he wishes to enjoy never came to be.

Both sides notice such massive presence to suddenly disappears. The soldiers were struck confused, stunned by the sudden disappearance of their leader.

[Skeleton]: “Kill them all!”

The young lady flies towards the center of the enemy line.

[Soldier 1]: “Barrier!”

[Soldier 2]: “Erect the Barrier!”

[Soldiers]: “BARRIER!”

*BOOM*

Sliding on the corpses of mangled soldiers with a trail of black flame, the young woman swirl. Splashing black substances that melts through armor and body of the soldiers.

[Soldier 1]: “Hahh?! Haaaaaaaaaaargh!”

Several soldiers rotate their spear and summon multi-colored energy at the tip of their blade. Green, magenta, yellow. Piercing through the black flame. The young woman grasps the cold air around her and pulls it. Stretching her arms open as she arches her back. Massive turbulent wind conjured, taking all that makes an attempt on her life. A hurricane is form.

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Two more are conjured as she commands the hurricane to enlarge itself even more. At the backline lies the skeleton conjuring the appropriate weather that introduces lightning to the chaos. His group then splits in two, with the slime and half of the group charging through the left side of the army, sending wind that can split the soldiers in half and water that can melt them. On the other side is the woman by her lonesome. She conjures massive energy waves that allows her to blitz through the enemies. All the while, the other half of the army is led by the skeleton assisting the young woman while keeping their distance. Sending sequence of lightning strike, piercing bolts of ice, and fireballs hurling towards the army.

The young woman continues to dominate. Mercilessly killing every single one of her enemies without a change to her still expression. Like a machine, she exists only to kill. As she goes further into the backline of the army. Five entities descended, blocking her way. Their descent crushes the ground beneath, stopping her.

One crosses his arm. A draconic humanoid with his wings retracted further in. The fourth loyal subordinates of the god, Sugima. Looking down on her without saying anything. Another is a woman with luscious nature. Her dark skin gleamed as the moon shine a light upon it. The third loyal subordinates of the god, Lastimi.

[Lastimi]: “Ohh, what a cutie.”

By her side is white-haired man with a spiked hair. Grinning from one ear to another. The second loyal subordinates of the god, Komo.

[Komo]: “So, you’re the one they called Mage of the Abyss, huh.”

[Komo]: “Aha, I thought you’re supposed to be taller.”

Another bulky man taps his shoulder. Horned with eyes like a snake. The first loyal subordinates of the god, Zedimn.

[Zedimn]: “Fresh meat.”

[Lastimi]: “Hou, calm down there, Zedmin, she’s not ripe for harvest yet. Besides…”

With brows frowned, one who holds a sword, gleaming with a bright energy. A young man with fierce and confident eyes, yet slightly confused. The son of the god, Juji.

[Juji]: “You, what have you done to father?!”

Against them is one they called Luosa.

[Luosa]: “…”

[Juji]: “Why… why won’t you answer? WHERE IS HE?!”

Powerful burst of holy energy erratically emits through his body.

[Komo]: “Woah, there.”

[Zedimn]: “Our boy sure is… enthusiastic.”

[Lastimi]: “Go get her, Juji!”

[Juji]: “If you’re not going to answer, then I’LL FORCE YOU TO!”

He raises the energy he unleashes and charges towards her. Wind splits as his energy flows in all directions and is directed to the young woman, Luosa.

[Juji]: “Hraaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaarh!”

She lifts her hand once more, the same way as before. With her thumb and finger, the young man is visible within it, but instead of clenching it, her gesture remains open.

[Juji]: “?!”

Suddenly, the young man stops in place and all of his energy dissipates instantly. All begins to wonder, but not for long. His legs begin to stretch separately in the opposite direction, yet his body remains still in the air. He is conscious but unable to move. He feels his legs moving on its own and begins to bend in an impossible way. With a snapping bone, his foot goes above his shoulder as his torso begins to twist. Joints snapping, bones cracking. His body is split and all witness his suffering, and when it all ends, his blood gathers toward Luosa.

Five seconds of demise, witnessed by the subordinates of the god, who were supposed to be the young man’s protector. Now his emasculated head face them as it plops to the ground. Eyes widened as they shudder. Luosa charges towards them and they all quickly draws their weapons. Zedimn dashes forward, pushing Komo to the back.

[Komo]: “Haha…”

With a bloodshot eye, a grin of anticipation as he faces the one who made his lord disappear.

[Komo]: “Oh well, no stopping him now.”

The two clashes, with the blood of the dead child pierces Zedimn by the side of his head. Luosa knee him in the gut and proceeds to deliver a flurry of punches, slaps, and back handed pummel to the side of his cheek. Ground quakes and destroyed.

He received it all because he is already dead.

[Lastimi]: “Hey, why is he…”

[Komo]: “…”

The man shudder completely after realizing what he has seen was indeed what had happened. Before the fight even begin…

[Komo]: “He’s… dead.”

[Sugima]: “I have to find the lord.”

[Komo]: “Wha, hey!”

The draconic humanoid ascended to the sky. Sensing danger, the man makes his escape in disguise of reason. Only to be pierced by the same blood that had killed his comrade. Right in his chest, but there was no one on the other end of it because suddenly, his body combust, leaving red everywhere. In his place lies the one who have reduced their number, Luosa. Covered in the blood and guts of that man. Her head turns towards the rest of them.

Lastimi quickly transform herself into a large humanoid insect.

[Lastimi]: “No choice but to fight, huh!”

[Komo]: “D-Damn iiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiit!”

They charge their energy and in unison, send a blast of powerful energy that engulf the direction like a laser beam. But when it dissipates, one can see that their target, including her clothes, are not affected a bit. Not even a dirt or ash even touches her. Making their expression sunk as fear stir within their heart. She charges her own energy with the blood of the dead three, now gathers.

The two quickly fled the scene and the one Luosa chose is the man. A red dark current passes through him, creating countless mini holes in his body, and it continue to pierces towards those behind him. With a clench of her hand, the dark current disappear, but the energy remains condensed in her hand still, and she sends that one to the fleeing woman, and she too got caught.

If one were to look at Luosa’s eyes much more closely, one can see a dot of light within. It illuminates the god himself, shivering and trembling as he continues to unleashes his power erratically, sending wave and wave of energy to keep the darkness away, but it never ends.

[God Dorothan]: “Damn it, damn it! What is this?!”

[???]: “Kuhuh uh uhhu hu huu hu.”

[God Dorothan]: “!!!”

[God Dorothan]: “Who’s there?!”

[???]: “Mmmm… the taste of arcane. Such pure transcendental energy…”

[God Dorothan]: “Hnnnrrgh.”

[???]: “A Nexus— no… a Zenith… a God. Kekekekekekeke…”

The slightest distraction causes the darkness to engulf him completely, but then suddenly, the light came to be and he sees a pair of limbs that looks like a scissor right between his arm.

[God Dorothan]: “???”

*Snip*

Luosa descended to the ground as she senses an incredible force from within her eyes, she forcefully removes it and the god himself pops out of it. With his face fall flat on the ground, he lifts his head up only to see the remain of his child. A shudder like no other.

[God Dorothan]: “Heerh? Huurr…”

[God Dorothan]: “Hrraaaaaaaaaaagh?!”

Missing one of his limbs, he turns to perpetrator and engages in close combat. His entire body full of divine energy, flailing his only fist, kicking with both of his legs. Sometimes, his attacks go through Luosa’s body, and sometimes, she blocks it physically. But she also retaliates by stomping him repeatedly to the ground and blasting him with dark energy.

He teleports right behind her to send a blow only for his chest to be punctured by a sword.

[God Dorothan]: “Hraghk?”

He turns to see it, and it is the robed skeleton.

[God Dorothan]: “Ludwig… you bastard. Do you even realize what you’ve made—.”

The sword grinds deeper into his heart and the skeleton open his palm aiming for the god’s head, but he quickly teleported far away.

[God Dorothan]: “Hrrngh, I won’t forget this… just you wait.”

But then his eyes widened upon turning his head to the front, seeing the young woman right before his eyes with her hand open cloaked with sinister energy. A dark current sends toward him, creating countless holes in his body, but he teleported much further away, panting out of breath as his body recovers. Wheezing in pain.

*Huff *Huff

[God Dorothan]: “D-Damn it.”

He senses another presence and it is indeed the same person. Another dark current and a teleportation. Away from the battlefield, but scene continues to repeat until one of his legs suddenly disappeared. Realizing that she will continue hunting him, endlessly, something broke within him.

[God Dorothan]: “What… are you…”

That day, fear carved through his heart. The scene stops when he makes use of an item, a gem that allows him to disappears from the world, leaving his entire army behind. Soon enough, they become mere fodder to the realm’s new guardian, or perhaps, its destroyer. Unbound, she walks upon the throne coveted by the god and paints a new picture to the scene, the days of what the realm will become. Desolate and empty, just like her eyes.

The skeleton walks towards her but the one that mimics her grabs his wrist.

[Slime]: “My lord. She’s gone.”

Slowly turning over his shoulder, the mimicking slime gaze upon the skeleton’s eye sockets and sees a depth unforeseen. Shuddering, her grips loosen. There’s not a response even when the skeleton is standing in front of Luosa. Even a caressing and gentle touch to her cheek.

[Skeleton]: “I’ll fix this, Luosa.”

[Skeleton]: “I promise.”

His shadow and the rest slowly disappearing from the throne room, and when their presence disappear. A tear is shed. A jaw clenched, and brows furrow, squeezed in rage.

[Luosa]: “Cowards.”