The smell of the dead.

The smell of blood.

Dead man tells no tales.

As for death itself, it was just an easy exit.

The night had fallen where the place reeked of death. Flying beasts feasting on the dead and within this blood whirlpool were two in their last moments or at least one of them. All that filled the air were occasional screeches of the beasts.  

"We create our own demons."

The man muttered as there was absolute silence in his surroundings. The silence you get when everyone around you is dead.

Dead Silence.

"Master, now is not the time to just be lost in thought. You still have a good chance of surviving. If you cannot make it out alive today, then I, as your vassal have failed. Please   master, you have to use the energy left in you to heal yourself"

"Fail me as my vassal? I have failed as your master! I lay in front you helpless even when you are in your last moments! Tell me, have you failed me or have I failed you?!"

"Master, this life of mine was given by you. Without you, I would have been nothing. With my death it won't make much of a difference. With you being alive, you can..."

"The alive me couldn't protect anyone. Those whom I thought of as my own, are all dead and you Klad are the last to die. Even with this power which I thought would be enough to stand in equals with the gods...it was always an under statement. I was always foolish to think I could protect everyone but it was me who sent them to their grave! It was me!" the man started to bang his head repeatedly on the ground.

Klad who laid on the ground in his last moments felt his heart clench. The man in front him was a god to him. He had given everything to him in his life. He felt a deep regret that he couldn't repay the kindness. He had vowed to follow him in his life and become his vassal. To heaven or hell, he would follow him with his eyes closed.

"Sorry Master, I have failed y-you" said Klad as a tear rolled down from his eye. Klad laid motionless on the ground with eyes closed. He had passed on.

"K-Klad, my friend please forgive me if you can." the man said as he began weep out loud. He felt bitter in his heart. Everyone he held dear were dead. All that remained was him, all alone in the end.

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He stood up and looked up to dark sky above him and roared as if he was facing against the heavens.

"You took my friends! You took my wife! You took my two vassals! What about me?! Couldn't you have just taken me?! If I was the first, then all of this would have never happened!"

"Hahahahahahahahahahahahaha"

He began to laugh like a mad man and held his hand on his face as he couldn't stop his tears to stop rolling down his face.

Suddenly, there was something strange happening in his storage ring. He noticed there was something wrong and had a look within it. There was a bead glowing in the dark space. He took out the bead from his ring and realized that this was the strange bead he had come across during his journeys. He never knew what it was and always thought it was strange but he had decided to keep nevertheless.

The bead started to glow more and more as it had begun to suck the energy whatever was left in him. He didn't provide any resistance and let the bead suck out everything from him. His vision started to blur and all he could see was white light.

"So this is how it all ends. If I had just another chance, I would change it all.....change it all."

He felt a strange warmth around him as his consciousness began to fade away. In his last moments he thought to himself in his mind.

"We create our own demons."

Throughout his life he had fought with anger, fought against it.

He was bound to a fate that broke his patience, broke his heart.

He had endured the timeless pain and torture, some which he was destined for and some which he brought upon himself.

In the end, all he asked for was a chance.

A chance against fate.

In the several pages of history, this was his chapter.

Son of the Wind.