Terith panted heavily as she prepared to give one last push, after being in labor for well over twelve hours the only thing keeping her going is the support of her one family member. As Tel Al waited to receive their only child he gave her a sympathetic and encouraging look, his soft blue eyes practically glowing with barely contained joy at the thought that he would soon be a father.
"Just one more push and then you can rest" he gave her a supportive smile before casting his eyes back downward to watch for any problems that may arise.
After shaking her head lightly Terith took a deep breath and began pushing harder than she ever had before. Using the very last of her energy she was able to successfully deliver her child and collapsed like a rock. In her exhausted state she was able to notice the only sound in the small room was her labored breathing and she instantly knew what it meant. The thing they feared most had come to pass, their child inherited the demonic looks of their cursed people. After a moment that felt like an eternity her husband met her gaze, fear and sadness mixed strangely with pride and happiness in his eyes. The child, bearing deep crimson skin, razor sharp teeth, and pitch black horns, was only able to partially escape one trait of the demonkin’s curse. The newborn’s right eye was pitch black with a burning red iris (which was common among those who bear the traits of the curse). The left eye was also pitch black, but instead of a burning red iris, it was adorned with an almost shining gold one in its place.
"Its a boy" he gently told her, moving to hand her their only son, but as he did the newborn took his first breath and let out a piercing cry. As he did, everyone in the village received a notification that was known to spell only death and destruction, after the family received it, not even the sound of a breath could be heard.
Ominous energy detected
The family sat in stunned silence, their mind reeling from the notification, distant shouting could be heard quickly growing closer to their small hut on the outskirts of the village. The coming birth of the outcast's child was not a secret in the village, everyone knew that it was happening today which is why when every person in the village received the cursed notification, they knew the cause instantly. With no hesitation every man in the village grabbed whatever weapons they could find and moved to the outskirts of the village, where a single wooden hut stood. Upon arriving they found the door barred and spread out to surround the hut, ensuring the demonic family inside could not escape.
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Tel Al was the first to recover after receiving the notification. Even though a million questions were running through his mind he knew he needed to move now in order to protect his wife and son. He quickly handed off their child to Terith and barred the door, only moments before the sounds of angry voices arrived. As the villagers pounded on the door, likely having received the same notification, Tel Al knew it was up to him to fight off the villagers as his wife was both exhausted and not even close to a fighter. Not even he was a true fighter, he was a simple Famer that took some levels in archery to provide his family with meat from the forest. As Terith grabbed his old and worn bow, the door started shaking under the strain of the angry mob, it was obvious that the door would not last long. Preparing for this eventuality, Tel Al notched an arrow and drew back his bow, standing as prepared as possible for the door to fall.
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As chief of the village it was Riocards duty to protect his people, so when the villagers arrived at the outcast's hut, he knew he would need to be the one to enter the building first. Despite being a chief he had multiple levels in the warrior class, which granted him great strength and endurance, so when he kicked the door for the fifth time it was forced open. What awaited him was an arrow to the shoulder, landing a scant few inches above his heart. Even though it hurt like the devil, he knew he had to push on and remove this cursed family for good.
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After releasing the arrow, dread entered Tel Al's heart for the second time that day. He missed his best chance to protect his family, the arrow landing a few inches too high. With the warrior chief upon him, he knew that this was where his life ends. Despite that knowledge, Tel Al refused to give up, raising his bow like a makeshift staff he prepared to defend against the strike that was already coming for him. As he raised his bow he couldn’t help but take note that he felt neither fear nor sadness, just an eerie calm. Time seemed to travel in slow motion as the sword pierced easily through the old wood and bit into his shoulder, cutting deeply into the bone. Being one of the demonkin Tel Al was no stranger to pain, and as such he was able to raise a foot without hesitation and struck the chief in the stomach, sending his surprised foe reeling back as the sword was ripped from his grasp. Panting heavily Tel Al staggered but managed to remain upright, determined to protect his family with every ounce of his being. With his vision blurred from the pain, Tel Al forced himself to advance on his recovering foe. Although one arm was out of commission and he was quickly weakening from the loss of blood Tel Al let out a demonic and hate filled roar, stepping forward and attempting to knee the chief in the jaw as he stood. Unfortunately, the chief was fully on guard now and had partook in too many battles for a trick like this to work. Dodging to the left to avoid the strike, the chief grabbed the hilt of his blade and pressed upward with all his might, releasing the weapon from Tel Al's bone with a sickening pop. Even with the benefit of adrenaline pumping through his veins, the rough manner that the sword was removed staggered the valiant father and so his fate was sealed. Possessing the grace that only someone with a warrior class can have, the chief stepped forward and thrust his sword into Tel Al's stomach, then only moments later planted a kick directly below the wound.
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Tel Al knew this was it for him, his last wish was to see his wife and son one last time. With the last of his strength Tel Al propped himself up on his knees and gently grasped his wife's hand. Forcing his words through the blood that clogged his throat, Tel Al gurgled out an apology to his wife before collapsing into a puddle of his own blood.
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The only thing that Terith managed to do in her weakened state was watch in abject horror as her husband collapsed on the ground in front of her. Before even having time to grieve for her husband Terith felt a hand grasp her wrist, attempting to force her newborn child out of her grasp.
"You can't do this you monster!" Terith screamed with a voice filled in equal parts with hatred and pain. The fatigue of giving birth just minutes before was gone completely as her mind filled with rage. Leaning down and using her sharp and demonic teeth that cursed her throughout her life, she bit down on the chief's arm until she hit bone, even then refusing to let go. As the chief raised his sword and prepared to strike she did not falter, meeting his gaze with hate filled eyes and grinding her teeth into the bone, she worked until the very last moment that she lived to cause as much pain as possible. As the sword came down on the base of her neck her newborn child began to cry, an ear splitting screech that drowned out even the loudest of the hate filled yells. It was as if he knew what was happening and desired to help his mother fight, but the hardened warrior didn't even flinch at the sound, the sword passed cleanly through Terith's neck and lodged into her legs mere inches away from the child.
Skill prerequisites met! Vengeful God's Scream has been acquired!
With a bloodlust so powerful that everyone in the village flinched, the newborn opened his mouth, his demonic red and black eyes staring directly into the soul of the chief that murdered his entire family only moments ago, and let out a scream that no mortal could ever create. As soon as the scream left his mouth every single man, woman, and child dropped to their knees, ears and eyes bleeding from the force. The chief was no different in this regard; however, the brunt of the attack was focused directly on him and as such he not only began to bleed, but his very soul was being corroded and eaten away by this scream, being ground down until not even dust remained. The process took less than thirty seconds but the chief was forced to endure a pain beyond anything imaginable and was not even able to find relief in death, as his soul was not sent to the afterlife, but destroyed in its entirety. The rest of the village was only slightly luckier as even the strongest perished after less than ten seconds of being exposed to the child's godly wrath. Even those who did not partake in the murder of his family were not spared, the souls of every individual being ripped out of them in an instant, being consumed as fuel in order to further punish the chief for his crimes. After the scream ended there was not a single sound in the village or in the forest surrounding it, seeing as the only living thing remaining within a mile radius was the exhausted newborn. With the moment of godly power having passed, the newborn did the only thing that could be done, it closed its eyes and fell into a deep sleep.