Tales of Astora: Legacy

Chapter 3: Onslaught

Chapter 3: Onslaught

"They say God loves all his creations. They say all things in this world have a purpose. Then what is the reason of our existence? For what do we live if not to be slaughtered?

We are Monsters, the first race created by God long before the Primes. We are His children. Yet He cast us aside. Our home, taken from us. Our lives, stolen from us. The Primes have declared their crusade against us. The so called Primes deemed us as evil, mindless creatures that do not deserve to live. They say our existence itself is a sin. Then I ask thee: if we are sin incarnated, then did God committed a sin when He created us? If God committed a sin, then why do we have to pay for it?

When all hope seemed lost, the Old One came. Seeing our sufferings, She pitied us and gave us her blood so we can break from our shackles, to be free from God. That day, we became something else. That day the First Demon was born."

- "The First of our kind", Archives of the Vault.

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Morgan's POV

It has been ten years since I stayed in this place. Ten years since that event. And just when I thought I could finally get a peaceful life, it ended too abruptly. It seemed that I have gotten rusty. Looking at the forces outside of Caine village, although it was dark, I could see hundreds of torches. With that kind of numbers outside, this village would fall in no times. Before that happened I had to get the kids out.

As soon as we got home, I told Alice and Alastor to prepare their bags. They were a bit confused at first but listened to me in the end. Perhaps I have perhaps gotten too accustomed with this 'mother' role.

As I was preparing my equipment I thought about Gazel. He took me in, gave me food, treated me like his daughter and here I was, abandoning him. "Please forgive me Gazel! But this is more important than both me and you. Whatever happens, the kids must survive. Even if I have to die for it. You can curse me all you want. I am already prepared to go to hell for the sins I have committed.", I thought hard in my place. I imagined the scene if he somehow survived this chaos, what would I say to him? Rather what could I say to him? Then I realized that I was shedding tears. Someone like me could still shed a tear for someone else after all.

Before I grasped back to reality, Alastor was standing right next to me. He just stood there quietly looking at me. Then he reached his hand to my face to swipe my tears before hugging me.

"Are you crying mom? Please don't cry! I am sure Grandpa Gazel would understand our reason for leaving, although I don't know it myself" he spoke to me like a proper adult with a gentle smile on fice face. Alastor has always been .... strange but not in a repulsive way. I knew he was special ever since the day I took him away from that place. Always mature than kids his age, sometimes more than some adults I knew. And he was smart, perhaps a bit on the shrewd side. He tried to hide that however because he wanted to act normal but it could not escape my eyes. After all, my 'former' career allowed to detect lies easily so at least that was one thing I was proud of.

"I am fine honey. Don't worry!" I smiled back at him. Now that I looked at him, he started to resemble more and more to his father. With his silver hair and the two glowing red eyes, "You will be quite dangerous when you grow up" I laughed when I thought about all the girls who would jump at him.

Then I noticed Alice coming downstairs, running up to me with a worried face. She must have heard Alastor talking about me crying. Always so upright yet so compassionate. She was just like the opposite of Alastor, no perhaps more like they compensated each other. I knew some of the kids from the village bullied Alastor for his timid tendency. But I never had to intervene. Alice would always come to her brother' side to protect him. 'Protecting the weak is the duty of the strong' was something like her motto. She must have been heavily inspired by all the heroes in those stories Gazel told her.