Hi :hi:

This is my first fanfic i hope you like. English is my second language so if there are any mistakes please put it out there. I plan it ot be dark and with some horror elements. Soooo yeaah. Enjoy it :grin:

________________________________________________________________________________________________________________

00- RECOLLECTION

Ever since he was born he had a strange dream, that he never fully remembered a dream of another world, the world far different than the one he lived in, the world, where reality is connected to eerie dreams and dark legends, where the rules of the world can be defied by the sheer will of an individual.

In this dream he fought many battles against enormous creatures out of wildest imaginations, facing massive armies, mercilessly killing countless thousands if not millions for what seemed eternity. In that dream even in all that seemingly bottomless darkness which was my life, existed flickers of light. They were his family, his companions, friends, wife, lovers, his children, many people that he has saved, his purpose and his resolve.

Sadly it was all taken from him causing the darkness inside him to swell, locking his heart, leaving only rage and hate rampaging outside. His eternity of battle and murder now was the eternity of blind rage, purposeless hate and torment. As his body was controlled by hate, his mind traversed the deepest parts of the darkness that was residing in him. There he has found something… It was warm and very familiar. Something that reminded him of his origin and something that opened his eyes on the many answers to his existence as well as his world.

After he broke out of his trance he found himself in the center of town square surrounded by many mutilated corpses. All of them were innocents, children, women, and elders, those that did not participate in the war. Amongst them he recognised some, they were the ones that he helped. That girl other there with smashed skull and guts all over her face, once was brimming with joy after he saved from a monster, telling me how she would meet her family back in the city. Then over there sliced vertically, the boy with his eye sticking out of his socket, bragging to him about his father’s future deeds, before he and the boy’s father went side by side into another battle.

Seeing such picture he was not overwhelmed by despair, no it was regret. Regret for being weak and being unable to control his darkness, his inner evil.

After he saw the truth, he knew what to do next.

He reforged his strength, his will, his resolve.

He challenged the worlds Idea and Logic.

Their battle was fierce, reaching to the core of heavens and waking the angels as well as the accursed down in the ground. As they saw them tearing each other to shreds, they started to gaze at him like a pack of hungry hyenas looking at half-dead prey.

This tale has been unlawfully lifted from Royal Road. If you spot it on Amazon, please report it.

Eventually they appeared to be correct.

Before his body was torn to pieces by demons, angels have caught him and ascended him to heaven. Once he reached their holy plane thousands of angels latched on him, their fingers digging in his flesh ripping out his heart and hungrily chomping on it piece by piece while also trying to tear it away from others and take a piece for themselves. He was still conscious throughout it all only due to his power that allowed him to maintain his life force, but as each angel was taking a bite and its wings changing to deep dark crimson making it look more like a vulture drenched in blood, his power was slowly dissipating. Once they were done, he had only a tiny fracture of force left to just barely keep him alive, it was a point of no return nevertheless. They decided that his body was too powerful for demons to devour and had too little of power to feast for themselves. They sent him to a separate plane, darker more savage than hell told in legends and stories and much much more colder.

Falling through the sky of that world he saw a terrifying view, of distorted mountains and ravines full of hideous serpent like creatures, rivers of dark liquid and oceans of blood.

Expecting him to be crushed by the ground he found it surprising as he has landed on something soft yet very cold. At this point he could not move anymore as his life force mercilessly disappeared unable to sustain itself. He then hissing and different snakes started to crawl on him. Suddenly they started to lick his blood. He did not find disgusting or scared of it, to him it looked as if they cleaning his body. Then snakes started to radiate warmth. This warmth reminded him of his mother’s love and everyone that ever cared about him. Tears started to stream down his cheeks. He finally let it all out his despair his sorrows. He finally had the chance to mourn on the verge of his death. In that mess of sounds, his crying and constant hissing, he heard whispers, quiet, yet very warm…whispers. He did not understand it, but he felt kindness and care radiating from it. His tears have stopped and he focused all of his remaining power on his hearing.

“…You’re finally here, home, but I’m sorry, you have to wake up.”

“Wake up.”

01-INITIATION

_____________________________________________________________________________________________________________

It's gonna be a bit slow at the start but then it'll take its pace a bit faster i hope.

Yep [th_093.gif]