The Tale of a Hybrid and a Siren (old version)

Chapter 17: The Ancient Overseer and the Ancient Past

Loud gasps shriek as the same was called out. The name of ancient dead Titan lives in such stories that talk of a mortal's vanity for immortality. A Titan long dead since the days when the first mortals marched their first steps of breathing. Eons pass since Titans, the first forms of life, took their first steps, and the king of them all stands as a ghost of the dead.

His appearance is of a black cloud blazed like a flame of a dark shadow. No physical body or color of skin is shown, but the voice displayed a shroud of a dark sinister evil hidden deep within.

The people stood still as the black Spirit floats in the air. Vaeludar stood with his sword drawn. His face lit with the absolute hatred so quickly after dealing with the wendigo. Even having lost half his body's strength, Vaeludar wasn't one to give up a fight.

"Congratulations, hybrid. You seemed to have passed my fight test. You are just strong as you appeared when you went against the minotaur."

The hybrid clasped the reality of something or someone being a mastermind. Ever since there was rise of attacks everywhere in Shimabellia, someone had to be coordinating the attacks.

"Yes, it is I who orchestrated the attacks and the one who keeps the monsters in line. Basilisks, black dogs, chimeras, cyclopes, harpies, manticores. All I keep in line. More than your king can keep his unchained dogs in line, like willingly let wild wolves hunt for their prey."

Vaeludar charged wit his legs. He paced a few steps distance from Geraldus to swing against the black fog. His body plunged through the air he cut and halted on the other side. His eyes carried a sight of a bleeding due from the fog burning like a ghostly fire. The holy sword charred the fog with a strong, fierce push, but the cut with three glowing azure strips formulating around the black fog.

But the clear cuts circled back into formation and absorbed deep within the fog. Blackness overcame the light of purity. The holy sword may be a divine object, but it wasn't enough to cut the Spirit of a dead mortal.

"Superlative but not evidentiary for a divine object alone. But if only a Spirit you were, then a chance you would."

"Why are you here?" Vaeludar growled.

"It wouldn't be a sport if there is no violence allowed in this little game."

"Spare me the soil-dirt and just lay your plan. But if you are smart enough, then you wouldn't leak your plans, like too much water overflowing against an impossible dam."

"That's what I like. Wisdom has never been the way of the Titans: a mere warning. In ten days when the sun is eclipsed, the remaining Titans of old will be unleashed, and I will have at last regained my body that has been lost to me since the earliest Pangaeans rebelled against me.

"I unleash my wrath upon all those who dared to defy me. Under my rule, a new era of prosperity will wreak the small ants beneath rust beneath my feet. All humans and those Pangaean descendants will suffer as the ancient Titans have suffered. In ten days, I will use the power as the new Sin of Pride."

The crowd gasped.

"Yes, the Seven Sins have returned, but the powers repurposed. Seven users for the powers, and I hold the most powerful Sin of all, which means a single sword with a singular confident hybrid mortal isn't enough meaningful to a singular sin. Not only will the Titans, but seven new users will arrive. The world-shattering Seven Sins will come in unison of the ten days and battle to the death as the ultimate victor. And only one will succeed in life, and I will cease to be a ghost among the living."

Vaeludar said nothing. He only stood up as his red scales radiating a pureness of light. His carmine scales reflect the brightness of the sun, and his horns sparked a power that's not of lightening or of fire but a beautiful power of a strong Spirit.