Chapter 1

    He had killed too many to count, the blood of millions on his hands, all in his pursuit of power.

    He had overcome the higher gods, now he has finally reached the staff of creation, but there is one more obstacle in his way, the Oracle.

    She held the staff in hands that looked as if they were an ancient oaks gnarled limbs A hood covered her face, but under that hood, he could see bright blue eyes, glowing with contempt and perhaps a bit of sympathy.

    She raised the staff above her head and before he could move, she slammed it against the ground and shouted “You who have shattered the balance of the Nine, you who have killed many that death was not ready for, you who have slain gods, I curse thee thrice; First, you shall suffer as the ones you wronged have suffered. Second, you shall wander with no place to call home. Third, you shall be cursed with true immortality, undying, unending, and unfaltering immortality.”

    He shouted “No, you can not do this to me! I traveled a path many told me was impossible, I killed the unkillable, and I conquered the unconquerable, I will not have this taken away by an old hag!”

    He lunged forward, with a speed that shattered reality, and brought his staff down on her only for it to be reflected by a wall of energy in his rage he took no notice of this and continued to attack her.

    With a clap of thunder he vanished, the only thing left of his passing was the scars on the terrain and the old woman. That once mighty figure on her knees coughed and slowly crawled to her feet, staring into the distance.

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    On the lowest world, a hollow formed deep within a mountain, just large enough for a single man.

     In that hollow a figure appeared, completely immobile.

    The figure had striking features, Hair black as the night sky with small twinkling specks of silver, skin pale as if it hadn’t seen the sun in years, pale lips, a slim yet well-muscled physique, and an outwardly calm appearance.

Inside this man’s head was a completely different story.

    She ran as fast as she could from the man who had come to be known as the Slayer, for he had slain creatures no mortal should approach.

Now the Slayer has turned on village he had sworn to protect.

She held her child close to her chest and shouted; "Inspect!" the status of her child appeared before her

Level:3

Age:9

Title: Beloved by all

Species: Homo Sapien

STR:2

DEX:5

CON:2

INT:3

WIS:2

CHA:7

Status: Terrified (-1 to all mental stats, +1 to all physical stats)

     Seeing that her daughter was still safe she quickly hid under a table only for it to be removed by the Slayer who readied his quarterstaff and struck out killing the child in an instant.

    with this, she wailed and attempted to hit him only to be killed.