Tales of a Dead God

Chapter Thirty-Two: This Quiet Violence

In the midst of the battle, many had been taken down on either side. Theo and Ciro were holding their own still, but Theo could feel himself waning. The enemy had gained ground and a retreat was soon to be called.

Theo drove his sword through a man's skull watching him fall to the ground. "Ciro, there's no way we can keep this up!"

"Just a little longer!" Ciro decapitated another man. His face splattered with blood as he watched the body fall. He saw the oncoming wave of soldiers and knew they were in trouble. "Fall back!"

As soon as they did, the enemy rushed them. Many were being dragged off their horses and slaughtered. Theo was watching in all directions at the massacre then looked at Ciro. "Do something!"

Ciro huffed and looked around. He saw a small fire burning and knew that was his shot. Even though the sun wasn't out, the fire was the next best option. He hopped off his horse and ran over only to be stopped by a hooded figure holding a fireball.

"This'll be fun." The man had a vile smile plastered on his face as he threw the fireball at Ciro.

Ciro was thrown a few feet back and landed hard. He took in a deep breath and slowly stood back up to a cackling man. The man's face fell as he saw Ciro standing amongst the flames. Fire danced in his eyes as they were set on the man.

A wicked smile crossed Ciro's face. "You can kill the God of the sun with a little fire. I was born from it." He directed the trail of fire toward the wizard which engulfed him in a fiery death.

Ciro continued his fire attacks on the enemy army in front of them hoping to push them back as far as possible. It seemed to be working for the most part and they soon were making headway. He pelted enemy after enemy. He knew soon enough though his source of power would be depleted and he would be left with nothing but his sword again. Until then, he would destroy as many as he could to give his side a fighting chance. That was until he saw the figure appear.

The figure stood there watching. It was as still as a statue carefully studying Ciro. Ciro soon felt a sense of dread fill his body and he turned to the figure that was now moving. The closer it moved the more it morphed into a man and soon enough Ciro realized who it was.

"Don't you dare step any closer," Ciro warned, holding a small fire in one hand and a sword in the other.

"Now is that any way to greet an old friend?" Erebus stood tall. He truly was a God in every sense. No one could deny that. A powerful dealer of darkness and a great evil that roamed the earth.

Ciro stood ready to fight even though he knew Erebus could kill him at the snap of his fingers.

"Oh don't be like that." Erebus sighed. He looked bored as the chaos encircled the two. Once Erebus realized Ciro wasn't backing down his demeanor changed. His eyes darkened and his jaw tightened. "I see then Ciro. I would've much rather been diplomatic about this, but I guess the only thing you understand is violence." He pulled out his sword and waited for Ciro to make a move.

Ciro raised his hand to throw the last fireball he had in him, but something caught his eye. Dazzling shooting stars cut through the thick smoke shining brightly. They grew and grew and grew until Ciro realized they were coming from the battlefield. He dove for cover as the first two hit the ground with a power that shook to the core. However, the meteor storm wasn't over as a plethora came raining down wiping out huge chunks of Erebus' army. Ciro uncovered his head and saw a figure land as the meteors kept falling.

Erebus saw the figure walking towards him and he readied himself for a fight. "How about you take off the mask? I want to know who I have the pleasure of killing."