The Strongest Hero (Reader X Harem)

Chapter 9

Hello! New chapter! This chapter tells the story of the MC'S parents and how he came to be, please enjoy! :D

*Flashback*

20 Years ago, during the Celestial vs Abyss war.

Runeterra was reminded once again of a grave threat that was destined to be their doom. It all started 20 years ago when the Abyss spawns attacked, portals opened all around Runeterra. Countless cities destroyed. Countless lives lost that day, no matter human or other lifeforms. Humanity's last resort was to summon the heroes of heaven also known as the Ascended or the divine beings. And so the king of Targon took it up to himself to save humanity and sacrifice his own life for the fate of Runeterra and all the beings that lived there. He and his most trusted retainer ventured deep down into the castle, to the sacred altar where the summoning is done, the king cuts his own wrist and lets his own blood pour into a bowl, and the man then went down to his knees and chanted.

This is only a ritual only a member of the royal family can do.
Before the king proceeded with the ritual, his most trusted retainer asks him a question.
"My king... Is this truly the only way? I have served your family for many generations, to see the king go without an heir to the throne is just..."
The king looks at the ground, sadness noticeable in his eyes, he sighs before looking at his most trusted servant.
"As much as it pains me to end my family's dynasty here, I have to do this. I cannot let my kingdom be destroyed by the enemy, even worse, to succumb to slavery. My death is a small price to pay."
"Yes... My king."
"But... If I'm honest... Death scares me..."
And so, the chant begins.
"Give thy soul into this body of mine, give thy sword into my hands. If in accordance with to the summons of the Ascended, if thou dost accede to my plead, this reason, then answer me. You hereby swear that you are all that is good in this world. You are the disposer of evil in the eternal world. Thou seven heavens, clad with the great trinity from the circle of constraint, guardian of the heavenly scales! Awaken!"
As the king was fading away, he looks at his retainer with tears in his eyes.
"Farewell, Charles, take care of my family for me, please." The king then faded away, nothing left, no embers left of the man that was once a proud king of Targon but all that is left there is pure white ash.
"Goodbye, my king..." The retainer then fell to his knees and wept till his eyes were not able to produce any more tears.
After a couple of hours, the man finally recovered and he waited there, until the being his king summoned would ultimately appear.
And alas, the hero appeared, a tall, brown-haired, muscular man covered in gold armor that has 2 swords behind his back, this ascended goes by, Azrael. Azrael of the first fire.

And so humanity fought back, they pushed the Abyss spawns also knows as the Voidlings back through the help of their newly found powerhouse, Azrael and his servants called the 10 Commandments. The war went on for a couple more months until there were no Voidlings left, but the Abyss creatures refused defeat, and so they counter-attacked with the might of 500-000, their purpose was to kill or subdue Azrael, they sent their strongest general to lead the army against Targon, a woman of unparalleled beauty, who would've thought that a being born and raised in the Abyss would be so beautiful? Or have a body similar to that of a human. She was moderately tall, stood about 1.79 (5'10), has 2 horns over her eyes, long dark hair and had purple eyes and wielded a long sword, very similar to a zweihänder.
The man and the woman instantly averted their eyes to one another, the man descended onto the ground to fight the woman fair and square, they both didn't know what this feeling was, but seeing each other on the battlefield showcasing their skills was mesmerizing. The feelings they felt was unfamiliar to them, they know the meaning of love and how species reproduce but were never really that interested, until now.

"You there! I do not know why my heart beats fast when I look at you, It appears that we are both generals of opposing armies, that makes us rivals, I wish to hear your name," Azrael asks the woman that has taken a defensive stance.
"My race calls me Rak'sha, that is my name and as for my intentions, there are none, I am forced to fight here, even though I wish peace instead of battle."
"Wonderful name! Out of respect for the rival I've found in this second life, I'll offer you a battle that will decide who the victor shall be! Unless you choose to retreat!"

Azrael then draws one of his swords and unleashes everything he has, his righteous and pure aura that devours every being that is near him.
The man and the woman both smirk and she gets covered in dark aura, she draws her sword and dark aura unleashes from it, ready to strike her opponent.
"If I may say, my heart is beating fast as well, I do not know why but I will never get it to stop unless I fight you!"
"Be that as it may! Behold! I shall offer you my strongest and most powerful attack! Know the mercy of the man that was there when the first fire of life was cast! Know the power of the man that every being fears! I will have you perish! With this single strike, I shall inflict extinction upon your race! And the world will finally reach its sunset! Be reduces to ashes! O' fire, abide by death!"
"Not unless I do this!" The woman shouts. "Phantasmal Greatsword, echo of darkness!"
As the attacks hit each other, the world finally gets quiet...

...

The man stands proud in victory, in front of him lays the unconscious body of the woman he just fought, and behind her, the ashes of her army. It was over, the war, was finally over.
The woman was taken as a prisoner and thrown into a cell imbued my magic. The woman was to be tortured and lynched publically by the Targonians, impressed by her strength and the feelings he felt for the first time, he takes her away, far away from everyone else.

"What are you doing? Do you know you will be an enemy to your people!?"
"Yes and call me a fool for doing this, but I will not let these feelings of mine get unanswered, call me an enemy to humanity, or a sovereign, I do not care."
"Foolish man..."
"HUH? I literally saved your life! You're supposed to thank me!"

"You told me earlier today that you didn't want to fight, is that true?"
"Yes, there are those that wish for battle more than anyone else and those that wish for peace, the latter get executed if they don't fight, their families also get killed..."
"I see... I didn't know there were those that wanted peace...I may have killed those that were against all this...I'm sorry."
"Yes, I too am sorry for killing humans, I wished to avoid conflict but fate proved cruel."
"Well then, enough with this small chat, I will inform my group that I am alright, stay here for the time being, okay?"
"O...Okay..." She replied to him as she blushed.
"Are you okay? Why are your cheeks red?" The oblivious man asked.
"I...I do not know!"

And so, the awkward love between an Ascended and a Voidborn blossomed.

3 years later. In a cathedral near Shurima/Targon borders.

Deep within the cathedral, 2 figures could be heard arguing, one an elderly lady and the other a priest, they were arguing whether to kill the child that a mercenary brought or to spare it, the man was peaceful, he didn't want to assume that the child is a spawn of a wicked being, but the woman, she was cruel.

"This...This child is a cursed and wicked being! Look at the color of its skin! It's a Voidborn! Get rid of it! Before it grows up to be humanity's doom."
"Please relax, the color of the child is human, but his aura is...Weird, where did you find this child? Mr?"
"Jonathan, I was tasked to kill some Voidlings that were seen near a small village in Shurima, there was a small house. I didn't think much of it since I am almost always tasked to kill small Voidlings but this case was different. When I entered the house, I saw a woman, and next to her, this child, she was a Voidborn no doubt, a strong one at that, her aura was strong but her life force not so much, she was dying."
"And then?!" The woman asks in a hurried tone.
"Tch let me finish you old hag, as I was saying, I got close to finish her and the child off, but as I pointed my sword at the child my sword shattered, in a thousand pieces. I was frightened you know? The woman in front of me who was on the verge of death just shattered my sword like that, she could've killed me you know? But she didn't, all she said was for me to take the child and go far away from here, I asked her what of the father. All she said that he returned, returned to the realm of heroes? Heaven? I dunno."
"I see." The priest replies. "This changes things."
"What does it change?! Kill it before it wakes up!" The woman shouts.
"No... I will not... But this is no place to raise a child...Hmmm...Mr. Jonathan?"
"Yeah?"
"Would you take care of this child? I will pay you an amount of 5000 Gold to take care of him."
"Wha? Me? Now listen priest don't put me into this..."
"Fine then, guess we'll have to put the child out of its misery."
"Wait, what?! FINEEE, I'll take care of it, it's just a normal boy, right? Shouldn't be hard to raise."
"We knew we could depend on your assistance, Mr. Jonathan."
"Y...Yeah."

End of chapter 9

Chapter 10 coming soon!