The God of War

Chapter 1 Windrest Village

Windrest Village basked in sunlight. Farmers returned from their fields with carts of grain, children darted between houses playing tag, and sparks of everyday magic flickered in the air. A baker used fire magic to heat his oven, a potter shaped clay with earth magic, and a pair of boys dueled with harmless water and wind spells as a crowd laughed.

At the edge of the square, Garrick stood tall among the villagers. His sleeves rolled up, he showed a few men how to channel water streams to irrigate the fields. His voice carried with warmth, his laughter steady. On the grass nearby, a small girl—swung a wooden stick like a sword, puffing her cheeks every time she stumbled.

It was a peaceful day. Too peaceful.

The ground trembled. Distant at first, then stronger—like a heartbeat beneath the earth. A shadow spread across the fields, blotting out the sun. Villagers turned, eyes widening as a massive figure emerged from the forest’s edge.

Demon. It's skin was pitch-black, veins glowing molten red. Jagged horns curled from its skull, and it's grin split unnaturally wide.

[D] Azgorr

*Sneering voice, rumbling like thunder.* ...Pathetic little worms. Let me hear your screams!

The monster’s arm swept sideways. Flames erupted across the village edge, houses collapsing in an instant. Screams pierced the air as families ran. Mages rushed forward, hurling spells in panic.

Man 1

*Shouting* FIREBALL!

Man 2

*Summoning a shield of stone.* Hold the line!

Blasts of fire, stone spikes, and wind blades collided against the demon’s body. Smoke exploded—cheers rose—only for the dust to clear. The creature stood unharmed, chuckling darkly. With a casual flick, it backhanded three men into walls, bones snapping. Its tail lashed out, crushing another mage mid-incantation.

[D] Azgorr

*Laughing Mockingly* IS THIS ALL YOU CAN DO?! HUMANS ARE SO WEAK! HAHAHA!!!

More spells flew. The demon barely flinched, tearing through walls, clawing through soldiers. Every strike was carnage—he moved like a beast enjoying the slaughter. Blood spattered cobblestone, fire devoured rooftops, and the sky darkened with smoke.

Seris froze, clutching her stick tighter. Her small eyes widened as the demon approached, stepping over corpses.

[MC Dad] Garrick Blackthorn [C]

*Grim voice, summoning a torrent of water around his arms* Seris. Behind me. Now!

Streams of water coiled into blades, spiraling around Garrick’s hands. He charged forward, slashing arcs of water that hissed against the demon’s flesh. Steam erupted where water struck molten cracks, making the monster snarl and recoil.

[MC Dad] Garrick Blackthorn [C]

*Roaring* GET OUT OF MY VILLAGE, BEAST!

The demon swung. Garrick leapt back, raising a shield of water just in time. The claws slammed through, shattering the defense and sending him skidding across the dirt. He staggered back to his feet, panting, but raised his weapon again, defiant.

The villagers gasped, crying for their families. Seris tugged at her father’s arm, tears brimming.

[MC] Seris Blackthorn [6 y/o]

*Shaking her head* Papa, don’t! You'll get hurt!

[MC Dad] Garrick Blackthorn [C]

*Breathing heavy, eyes locked on the demon* I have to. Someone must hold it back...

The demon’s grin widened. Slowly, deliberately, it turned its gaze onto Seris. The child’s small frame trembled, and the world seemed to freeze around her.

To be continued.

Chapter 2 The unknown spirit

The demon’s shadow loomed closer, firelight flickering against it's jagged grin. Garrick stepped in front of Seris, water swirling desperately around his arms.

Before Seris could blink, the monster’s claw thrust forward. Garrick intercepted—its strike sank into his stomach, forcing the air from his lungs. He staggered, coughing, knees nearly giving out, but he pushed himself between the beast and his daughter.

[MC] Seris Blackthorn [6 y/o]

*Eyes widening, voice cracking* PAPA!!

Hee small hands trembled as tears streamed down. She screamed, shaking her head violently.

[MC] Seris Blackthorn [6 y/o]

No! Stop! Please stop!

[MC] Seris Blackthorn [6 y/o]

Garrick, chest heaving, forced himself to straighten. His voice was strained but firm.

[MC Dad] Garrick Blackthorn [C]

*Coughing blood, shouts* Run... SERIS! RUN!!

She didn’t move. Her feet were frozen to the ground. The demon sneered and lunged again. Garrick threw himself in front of her once more—the blow hurled him across the square, slamming him against a wall with a thunderous crack. He slid down, struggling to rise, blood spilling down from his mouth, yet his eyes never left his daughter.

[D] Azgorr

*Staps closer to Seris, licking his lips.* Hm... no magic at all. But you look.. delicious.

Author

Don't run your dirty mind.

Seris stumbled back, clutching her wooden stick with shaking hands. The demon’s claws raised high above her, firelight gleaming against the sharp edges. She squeezed her eyes shut, her father’s desperate cry echoing.

[MC Dad] Garrick Blackthorn [C]

*Voise breaking, roaring* SERIS!!!

[MC] Seris Blackthorn [6 y/o]

And then—silence. The world stopped. Fire froze mid-flame, dust hung still in the air, the demon’s claw inches from Seris’s face… unmoving. Time itself had ceased.

TBC

Author

🗿fooled?

Author

T= Tiny B = Brain C = Cell! 🫵

The silence was deafening. Even Seris’s ragged breaths felt muted. Her lashes fluttered—she opened her eyes. The world was frozen. Fire suspended mid-wave, the demon’s claw still hanging inches from her face.

[MC] Seris Blackthorn [6 y/o]

*Whisper* ... Wh-what...?

Behind her, a soft laugh—like wind chimes on a quiet night.

Unknown

*Playful voice* You called for help, didn’t you?

[MC] Seris Blackthorn [6 y/o]

*Stammering, tears still falling.* W-who, what are you?

Nyxie

*Tilts her head, voice melodic.* My name is Nyxie. I'm... the spirit of *** and I'll be **********

Author

It's a secret.

[MC] Seris Blackthorn [6 y/o]

*Eyes widened* Really?!

Her smile widened as she nodded, innocent but unsettling, as the frozen flames around them quivered unnaturally.

[MC] Seris Blackthorn [6 y/o]

*Sniffling, clutching her chest* Then please! My papa's hurt... save him!

[MC] Seris Blackthorn [6 y/o]

Nyxie drifted closer, her bare feet never touching the ground. She placed a finger against Seris’s cheek, brushing away a tear. Her white eyeballs glowed brighter as she smiled. Innocent but creepy.

Nyxie

I can't heal. That's not what I'm. But... I can save you. I can give you the strength to kill this demon.

Seris’s eyes widened, torn between fear and desperation.

[MC] Seris Blackthorn [6 y/o]

*Voice shaking* R-really? You can help me?

Nyxie

*Nods slowly* Mhm. But... only if you accept one condition.

The world felt colder, her playful smile curling ever so slightly darker.

Nyxie

*Whispers* Someday... when I ask you to, you must kill someone for me. No matter who it is.

Seris’s small body shook. She was only six, she didn’t understand, didn’t think — her eyes darted frame, then back to the frozen claw poised to end her life.

[MC] Seris Blackthorn [6 y/o]

*Desperate, tears rolling down again, Sobs* O-okay! I'll do it! Just save him! Please!!

Nyxie's innocent smile spread into something sharper, through her voice remained sweet.

Nyxie

*Whispering* Good girl. Then... let us begin.

She pressed her palm to Seris’s chest. In a flash, the spirit’s body shattered into light—streams of violet flame spiraling into Seris. The little girl gasped as power surged through her, the world around her trembling violently.

Time began to move again.

To be continued

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