The most unfortunate possibility just occurred.
Trapped in the middle of the abandoned house in a remote forest was bad enough, but being trapped while surrounded by man-eating humanoid Mammon, a tactical but highly famished beast, proved to be worse.
The dining area was not welcoming, considering that the house hadn't been touched for 37 years.
The house was rather minuscule, with the walls painted with dust and ripped wallpaper. The windows, doors, and even entire sections of wooden walls have been damaged and ripped out of their hinges or fixed positions, which allowed light from the Iago moon to flood into the room.
Some pieces of furniture were burnt, while some were covered in dust, and others were just utterly demolished. The air smelled like old dust and fungus, and the night was also unpleasantly hot. The floorboards creaked ominously as they were stepped on.
The house belonged to a wealthy family, a family of grand reputation in which the now abandoned house was one of their many assets. But the disappearance of the family has still been a mystery.
Our soldier, however, came prepared. He was nothing short of remarkable but anti-heroic. He was dressed in an unbuttoned white cotton jacket to combat the heat, which revealed his bare chest and well-sculpted abdomen, and a little insignia of a canary holding an Oliuret flower[ a rare flower that comes in different colors] with its beak, perhaps symbolizing his nobility. A pair of large black trousers protected his legs against the annoying insects, with His feet well covered in black socks, being perfectly padded in sandals. In his right hand, he held a Gale katana; a katana with green highlights, with a blue hilt, and adorned with a shimmer lime green slim rope hanging on the edge.
Our soldier was in an unlucky situation. His two so-called "cohorts" were dismissed due to the rising threat of the Mammons. Our soldier could easily sense their gluttony, their unending desire to sink their molars in his flesh.
He wasn't alone in this daring task. He backed away from another soldier, and he looked rather unique than hostile.
Unlike his partner, His neck was covered with a crimson scarf, accented by a bloody red buttoned robe with black stripes running across it, and the same little insignia. His legs were covered in the same large trousers, socks, and white sandals.
He was far skinnier than his partner, and the left side of his face was covered in some sort of birthmark. The birthmark was shaped as a blooming rose, spreading through his left eye and forehead.
"What was the point of bringing those two cohorts if they are just going to run away?" The red-dressed man spoke in a mocking voice. His salty voice was filled with annoyance.
"I wasn't the one who recommended them. Ut it was wise that they left. I don't want to fill out another paperwork."The white dressed man replied without looking at his partner.
The two were waiting for the Mammon's to attack.
"Why are we here again?" The white dressed man asked.
"Because we have been experiencing over 35 disappearances in the last 2 months. A vigilante's report stated that the house might be housing the kidnapped. She said the Mammons might be keeping them for something."
"She??"
"Yes. Nico Cedric. She spotted a plague of mammons moving into this particular building yesterday. The most recent disappearance was the wife of the Marshall, so we have to get her back."
"Great. Way more paperwork."
The partners felt a sudden influx of energy. Upwards. They both looked up and saw the ceiling, stained with a gaping hole that destroyed half of it.
The red dress man chuckled, "Found you."
The white-dressed man squatted, descending slowly with one knee touching the floor and his katana steadied behind his neck. He quickly leapt towards the hole, and the green highlights of the blade glowed a piercing green light, revealing an entire plague of Mammons. They looked human, with their only distinctive element being their long, pointy ear like an elf, their pale white eyes, the absence of lips, which fully revealed their set of powerful molars, and their lack of genitals.
Magnificent creatures, aren't they?
The mammons extended their heavy, long arms to grab our soldier. Their fingers clawed the air as they awaited their next course, but they were thoroughly disappointed.
The white warrior, as I would like to call him, gripped his katana's hilt harder and brought it over his head. The Katana's bright green glow formed an aura around the sword. Trees around he house were suddenly shaking due to the unusual presence of wind. The floorboards creaked louder, the wallpaper rippled violently, and the Mammons.... felt a gust of wind.
"That shitty show off." The red warrior whispered.
"GALE BURST, 3RD SONG, SKY PIERCING TORNADO"
A violent burst of wind gathered at the blade, and by swinging the blade in a downward motion and quickly switching to an upward draw, a tornado was formed. The tornado was green in color, tearing through the dozens of mammon like paper. Blood splattered everywhere, bones were shredded, skins were diced, and not a single organ was left intact. The tornado also damaged the house by creating a large vertical cavity through the house. As the wind finally dispersed, it left a wide hole, perhaps 50 creters, in the middle of the house.
The white warrior's jacket was stained with blood, but he showed no sign of agitation. As he looked up, he saw a surviving mammon. It was gravely wounded with its left hand being shredded, and on its right shoulder was a woman, the Marshall's wife. Her hands were tied behind her back with chains, her feet bound, and her mouth covered with a handkerchief.
Two flashes of blue light pierced through the beast's neck, and it ran away. The Red warrior reloaded his two red steel autopistols, both ready for action. The pair chased after the beast.
The house was like a maze, with various halls and passages. The walls were filled with worn-out portraits. It was easy to track the beast as it left a trail and blood, which made the chase less hectic for our two warriors.
But suddenly, they heard what sounded like muffled screams of people nearby.
They stopped in front of a room with a blue wooden door, and the white warrior tried to open the door, but it was locked. In an act of spite, he ripped the door off its hinges, and he was met with darkness. When his eyes adjusted to the pitch black void, he saw that a bunch of humans, demi-humans, and other races were bound in a similar way to the woman. They were naked and wounded, with them squinting at the light of the moon, as if they weren't used to light.
"Holy hell!!" The white warrior exclaimed. He never expected to see his people get tortured and treated as slaves. He had his share of slavery, and it wasn't fun.
"GO"
The white warrior turned to face the red warrior, who looked as shocked as the white warrior was. His gleeful eyes turned serious instantly.
"Chase the beast, I will tend to them." His eyes remained fixated on the people, with his autopistols nestled on holsters on the side of his thigh.
The Red warrior looked rather hesitant, but deduced that the plan was the most logical route to follow. He nodded and ran away.
"Hey..."
The red warrior called out, and the white warrior stopped to listen. The smell of dust got louder, and the sound of insects filled the air.
"Don't you dare lose, you hear me?" The Red warrior said with spite and determination.
The white warrior was filled with newfound will. He gripped his sword hilt, and his eyes widened with agreement. He nodded and ran away to complete his assignment. The passage was scattered with planks, slabs, auldrons, and broken glasses all over the floor, and the portraits looked to be in worse shape the deeper he went.
As he ran along the halls, other Mammons swarmed towards him, opening their mouth in an act of hunger or malice. He decapitated the first one in a side strike on the neck, split the second in two in a vertical manner, stabbed the third one in its heart on the left thigh, and grabbed the head of the fourth one, while cutting off its jaw and stabbing the head multiple times.
The Mammon was already perched atop the roof of the mansion, the slope of moon blue clay tiles. Its arm was still absent, but the hole in the neck was starting to heal. Its meal was in its sturdy and firm hands, but it had to resist the urge to take a large bite. The woman's eyes were filled wth tears of fear, her black hair soaked with sweat, and her skin dotted with bruises and punctures.
The sound of the wind was heard, and the Mammon's right shoulder was empty. The white warrior was holding the woman in his left arm, a few feet away from the Mammon, standing on a higher roof pavement. His hair and clothes swayed gracefully with the wind. His eyes were filled with disgust and absolute hatred. A beast does not have the right to enslave the civilized.
A monster is always a monster.
The Mammon screamed in annoyance, and it also served as a battle cry. The scream was hollow and petrifying, but the white warrior was unfazed. Marshall's wife was fiddling with his arm, relieved that she was alive, or afraid of the Mammon's scream.
"Shut up, you are making too much noise."
A thin but extremely stinging cut appeared on the mammon's chest. The beast screamed out of pain and fell to its knees, which cracked the roof tiles. This Mammon was bigger than the rest, coming in at 10 feet in height, while the others were somewhere around 8 feet.
As the Mammon looked up, it saw the white warrior as a beast. The light from the moon cast a shadow on the other side of his face, making him look like a sinister silhouette.
"Monsters like you don't usually store your prey. Which means that something is wrong somewhere. Your kind are intelligent enough to lure your prey in, but not enslavethem." The white Warrior slid his katana in the sheath and pointed to his head with his index finger. "That means that your kind is extremely stupid. You are going to tell me all you know."
The Marshall's wife fiddled harder. She kicked her tied-up feet and swung her hair furiously.
"What is it? Can't you stay put?."
The Mammon began to emit a bright orange light. The entire internal organ of the monster could be seen with the naked eye due to the light coming out from inside the beast. A dawn of realisation fell on the White Warrior, and the worst was bound to come. In a final flash, the Mammon exploded, and a great explosion followed.
The explosion's shockwave shook the entire forest, and anything close to the epicentre of the explosion got vaporized.
The swirling ball of wind protected the White warrior and the Marshall's wife, which is impressive considering the magnitude of the explosion. As the ball of wind parted, the white warrior beared witness at the one's standing mansion. A 60 creters crater was created, and little to no remnants of the house remained. At the right of the warrior, the Red warrior shielded himself with a dome of indomitable light.
Once the light parted, the red warrior, who looked unscathed, stared at the white warrior. The hostages gathered around his leg like small children.
"At least I didn't lose"
Noticed how I didn't describe their face. You can call them the faceless heroes.
UNTOUCHABLE. UNTOUCHABLE
It was Obvious. The figure was truly untouchable.
Students and Teachers were dying everywhere.
What hope is there? How can they defeat an enemy this powerful?
Caesar was shocked and dumbfounded. Blood was plastered everywhere. Organs and body parts were flying in different directions.
The figure was floating menacingly, the aura of ravens circulating him in a centrifugal motion. He stared at Chalybe, who still had the gaping hole in his chest, and his face was covered in sweat.
"Everyone, stop thinking about hurting him. You are just gonna hurt yourself," Chalybe screamed, completely ignoring the figure above him.
The deaths came to a halt. Students were still mortally wounded, and the teachers tried diligently to heal the handicapped.
Izobel's avatar tended to the wounded also, her luscious skin tainted with different colored blood. Her perfect thighs and face were filled with scrapes and cuts. Her pink hair was tied in a lazy bun, and her fingers in her left hand seemed to be severely broken.
As the number of students reduced, the figure's swamp-green eyes were filled with annoyance.
"Insolent Pest," the man said, wth his left arm slowly raised to the sky, "You will not survive this day".
An entire flock of ravens, larger in numbers than ever, began to dive out of the sky.
Caesar's head was preoccupied, trying not to think of any malicious intention towards the figure. But he could feel his right heart getting tighter because of Caesar's desire to burst the figure's heart, the same way he did to Chalybe.
Suddenly, the figure appeared in front of Caesar nd touched his chest. "You have tried enough. Get some sleep."
The figure pushed Caesar backwards, and he crashed through a statue of an Archer made from white marble stone. The statue of a muscular man in armour held a quiver in his left hand and a King Serpent on his neck.
"Oh no," Caesar whispered, "I am going to fall asleep. Not now, not yet." Caesar slapped his face with his broken right arm to attempt to cause himself pain to remain asleep.
The screams of the students still resonated throughout the compound, nd Caesar wondered where the other classes were. Was the sound cancellation barrier still active?
"Damn. I'm gonna fall asleep. How pathetic of me."
Caesar lost consciousness, even though he tried desperately to be awake. With the blood loss, the throbbing headache, and the fatigue, he gave in and went to sleep. Caesar lay on the rubble of white marble stone and rested his head on the right hand of the statue.
Before he lost consciousness, Caesar witnessed Titans, large humanoid races, dancing towards the Figure, and their left arm getting chopped off by an invincible force. Caesar's eye drifted to sleep.
Warmth. Comfort. Pleasure.
Something is wrong. His hands didn't hurt. He'd felt like a coliseum of knowledge, well-organized and structured.
His eyes were afraid to open. Was he dead?
Countless possible scenarios ran through Caesar's head at that moment, and most of them included unfortunate outcomes.
His eyes were shut, but he forced them to open. The bright light made him wince.
Caesar's eye saw a ceiling with a mural. The mural had too much going on. He saw depictions of various events, but they were recorded differently. The infamous war between Titans and Neptunins was depicted beautifully with striking precision of colors and artwork, but it was strange. Historians confessed that the war ended in a draw, with both parties agreeing to live in harmony. The Mural showed a titan drinking the literal ocean dry. The abstract surrealism looked true, as if it were drawn from experience and memory. A titan on one knee, held like a sphere of water, and the water fell violently on the titan's open mouth.
Caesar blinked and stood up. He was wearing a large white and golden robe, with a gloydon chestplate over it, and he felt he was not wearing any underwear. Caesar looked around and saw rows of wooden seats, divided in the middle by a pathway covered in a carpet of beautiful gradients of color. Caesar was on a stage, standing behind a black glass podium. He could see the entire room, but he couldn't see the end. The murals covered the entire ceiling, depicting different historic events differently, in a manner that Caesar thought seemed too good, that it had to be true.
In the middle of the cobblestone arches on the wall were beautiful glass panels of different Iconic historical figures. The problem was that Caesar knew none of them. He saw panels of a masked man with a large green sword, a king on a horse with a lance, a woman standing on a moon, A man on a throne surrounded by women, and a figure with white and black wings.
Caesar was excited and enthralled. He felt the cool breeze, but no windows were opened.
Caesar was sure. He was in a Synagogue, but a synagogue he had never been in before.
"Fight for me," A sweet and delicate female voice said behind Caesar.
Caesar turned around and almost got blinded by the light. His eyes adjusted to see something truly spectacular.
A large figure was behind him, 5 times Caesar's size. The figure donned the same attire that Caesar was wearing, but it was adorned with more gloydon jewelry. Behind the figure was a cross of pure light, radiating warmth and power. The figure's face was partly covered with a thick white veil, but a smile was revealed.
Caesar only knew one question: WAS THIS THE ALMIGHTY?
"Fight for me, fight for me, fight for me." The voice continued, coming from the Figure, but her mouth wasn't moving.
"Are you the almighty?" Cesar asked
"Fight for me, fight for me, fight for me." The voice grew louder and more potent.
"Fight what? Who are you?"
"FIGHT FOR ME, FIGHT FOR ME, FIGHT FOR ME."
Caesar's instinct all said the same thing. Fight.
A flood of light flooded the entire room.
The figure held Izobel in a chokehold. Students tried cautiously not to think of any evil acts, but most of them failed.
"You wanted to save everyone. But you can't always help everyone." The figure said.
"I will not yield to you," Izobel said, while spitting blood on the figure's face, but it reappeared on her face. Her face was drenched with blood, and her clothes were in tatters.
FIGHT.
Leo, Zeus, and Chalybe were stuck in a dilemma, with no way to harm the figure. All hope seemed lost.
"You are indomitable," the Figure commended, "But I will see how long that will of yours will last."
FIGHT FOR ME, FIGHT FOR ME.
"Stop, nooo. Caesar!!!!" Izobel screamed as a raven slowly dug its slaver-colored beak into her back.
FIGHT FOR ME.
"Only the living can save you, not the dead," The figure mocked. "Do you think that he will miraculously..."
The figure stopped. He looked down to see a spear thrust through his chest. He turned around to see the impossible.
Caesar held the spear, and the tip was dug into the figure's chest. Caesar's body was still bloody and looked atrocious, but he held the spear with steadfastness and firmness.
"Yes, I will fight for you." Caesar declared as his right eye burned crimson red.