The God of War 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