NOT YOUR HERO
Epilogue: The Kingdom of Leal, formerly known as the Ruins of Antares. An inhospitable land where two ancient gods ruled over demonic entities known as "Knawal". The creatures would spread throughout the four kingdoms to feast on humanity and ravage the lands in search of young females able to bare a new demonic offspring. A treaty between the four kings and the god rulers of Antares was met, no knawal would be allowed to leave Antares instead the gods moon would turn ultraviolet, and mark seven women and one man of each kingdom to be brought to the ruins. Centuries would pass with no resistance, that is until a young woman would arrive to the kingdom of "Trebol" she brought the king of Trebol magic from within the ruins of Antares as well as information that would be able to create a room outside reality to vanish these gods forever. "King Osvald Kritz" formed an alliance with the neighboring kingdoms and created a division of elite knights infused with demonic magic that would be named "The Rencor Knights". At last, a war ensued for five years until King Osvald and his knights with aid from the kingdoms and the young woman from Antares managed to seal the gods that had controlled humanities fate for so long. Twenty years have now passed, the knawal have been almost completely hunted to its extinction and everything seemed to prosper in the now unification of kingdoms known as Kiram... but on this night humanity witnessed how from behind their beautiful silver moon the gods ultraviolet moon had once again appeared.
Chapter I
LUNA DE LOS DIOSES
Location: "Lilium Forest" A vast and treacherous land filled with swamp and pitch-black caves, inhabited by the last remnant knawal and its mutated offspring, lesser monsters, demons and witches are born in this forest. It's a place where even the most experienced knights and mercenaries fear to explore or even pass through. So why is it that he is found lying on the floor surrounded by such monsters?
Nameless: That smell... I think I drank too much last night and puked all over my bed again, that's probably why... wait...it's so cold and quiet
He opened his eyes to see the immense trees point towards the silver and ultraviolet moons.
Nameless: (What the hell is this? Where am I? This must be a dream; I'm still passed out at home for sure... but those moons. I'm feeling something really unsettling about all this, hmm? that light, looks like a house is nearby.)
He started walking through the forest following a dim lit shine, knowing not that many creatures were lurking nearby, some of which had already picked upon his scent. At last, he walked enough to see a small cabin lit by blue flame lamp. As he stepped closer to the cabin, branches and bush made his hair spike. Cloaked with the shadows slowly disappearing a horrific humanoid creature with lycanthropic features gazed with his silver eyes at him. The creature's malevolent grin exposed his blood-soaked fangs as he dropped a human torso that he had been feeding on for fresher prey.
Nameless: What the fuck...
He started running for his life towards the cabin door, behind him footsteps from the fiend were getting closer at an incredible speed. Luckily for him the door was unlocked. He rushed in slamming the heavy wooden door behind him and using his weight to keep it shut. He knew the door wouldn't last long as he saw the creature breaking through with its claws and body. He quickly searched for a weapon and saw a claymore hanging on top of the fireplace, running at full speed he obtained the heavy weapon. As the beast's head and claws broke through the wooden door, he saw that the creature's head abruptly stuck to the slab of wood as the door didn't break, instead it was hanging to the monster's neck making his head drag low. He took the claymore and cut clean through the monster's neck, its blood would splatter on him and leave him momentarily blinded unable to notice the creature's head was still moving, it managed to lunge its head at his left leg. He let out a painful scream, wiped the blood from his eyes and ran the claymore through the creature's head, making it engulf in green flame and turn to ashes.
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Not Your Hero
FantasyIt's never easy to be someone you're not, especially when you're no longer in your own world. Become a hero? or satisfy your own otherworldly desires before finding a way back home.