The Ancients World

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~~~(POV: Cera Adamo)~~~

~~~(Location: The Land Amelia Zern is developing, The Kingdom of Zenith)~~~

~~~(Time: 12:07 PM)~~~

"Angel Zern... I wish to tell you that it was never personal against your Mother... Us coming here... I did plan to take our land back by force, but I was never going to harm anyone you cared about..."

The great general Fredlin Vendez has come to a final rationalization at the end of his life, but I don't blame him. The fury of a Son when his Mother is harmed or threatened is unstoppable. And I've suppressed my anger long enough.

His death will not be a quick one, and his army will witness what's really in store for them if they decide to come back.

"Your judgment isn't for me to decide, Fredlin. My family in the Overworld will decide what will happen to your soul when you fall this day."

For some reason, that brings the man comfort. But I'd be worried if I were him. There are cruel and torturing fates that await those who've caused problems for me. And I'm certain this man will fall into the category.

Enough time has passed, and I launch forward at an incredible speed. The world is moving slowly, and everyone is frozen. Fredlin's eyes are the only thing that moves ever so slightly. His body can't keep up with me, but his mind barely can.

It's impressive that he can manage that much, and it's a mark of a powerful warrior and someone that has spent many years at the top of everything they take part in.

As I approach his form, I know what I must do. I stretch out my left Angel wing, and slam it hard against his right shoulder and upper torso. Even in this moment of time when everything is slowed, I can hear the bones crack and break.

The world speeds back up as he goes flying into a group of soldiers, but none of them will sustain life-threatening injuries.

"AAHH!! UUGGGHHH!!"

The general of this army lets out a pained groan as he clutches his shoulder, and even from where I can see. The impact my left Angel wing had on his right shoulder and upper right torso was devastating.

Blood is leaking from where the bones are sticking through the skin, and little gaps in the armor. He slowly raises his body, and I just wait for him.

His left hand is clutching the destroyed shoulder and heavily damaged area on the torso. Even his right eye is closed from the sheer pain.

"I've never been hit so hard in my life... But... I get... The feeling... You held back... A lot... Of power..."

His breathing is ragged, and he's a bit wobbly. It looks like just talking is taking energy out of him. My eyes scan across the men watching, and they're all openly crying now. Some are even trying to look away while standing in position.

"If you need a minute to catch your breath, I can wait. This fight is long from over."

Fredlin probably doesn't deserve this when he's got such good character. A man of discipline, commitment, and order. But this isn't an attack on him as a man or against his character. This is an attack in retaliation for the actions he's taken today.

I'm not cruel enough to belittle the man and who he is. The humiliation of his actions is already pronounced in our fight.

A good man's honor and reputation shouldn't be destroyed because of one little mistake. But no matter what I do today when word gets back to Bellvia, many will claim him as a heretic. Mark him as a monster, instead of a man,

All because I'm who I am, and that sucks for me too. Cause no matter what, there is no decision where both sides come out of this the same as the other. He's a man that'll come back again. I can see it in the way he holds himself.

That means death and the destruction of his legacy is the only way to keep my Mothers land safe, and by default, The Kingdom of Zenith safe.

My inner thoughts have given him enough time to fully stand up on his feet, and he's holding his blade with his left hand. Now that his entire right arm is out of commission, he's forced to fight with a hand he doesn't train.

Further cementing my victory and the final defeat of Bellvia in the process.

"After today, these men will return to Bellvia and call you a hero, Fredlin. But the Church of Light and the Royal Family of Bellvia will ostracize you and your family. Use you as a scapegoat. I wish there were a better way, but there isn't."

All he does is smile with a mixture of pain and satisfaction. Knowing he's doing the right thing now makes it easier on him. If only he weren't a fool... He never would've been in this situation to begin with.

In another show of apex speed, the world slows down, and I rush forward. This time, I drive the tip of my blade into his gut, and the world speeds back up.

[Curse of Decomposition has been placed on General Fredlin Vendez!]

One of my swords affects proc, and I pull the tip of my blade out. And from his wound, he slowly starts to be consumed by the process of decomposition. It's an ugly and painful sight, but these men need to see it.

"You're a Monster!!"

One of the soldiers to my left screams out, and he takes his helmet off as he stares at me. Fredlin looks up at me in desperation. In hopes that I do not take offense. Even as he's slowly withering away, he's doing his damndest to save his men.

"You equate me to the same standards you would like any other human, but I'm not human. I'm an Angel, and I'll do what I need to save the people I love."

There was an ancient decree long ago before the Players and before most of the Kingdoms and Empires of today.

No Angel shall take a mortal life.

But this rule doesn't apply to me. I'm still half-human.

Most of the men looking at me don't know what to do. And that's not their fault.

"Don't be angry at the death of Fredlin Vendez."

I turn to look at the slowly dying man, and he's close to death. Very close.

"He's sacrificed his life for all of you and secured the future of Bellvia in the process. Cause I would've killed everyone here if not for him."

The looks are varying, but all are within the realm of fear and intimidation. I've done a service for both Bellvia and Zenith. And Fredlin Vendez will forever be marked as the lowest man, even though he isn't

"Thank... You..."

As the light leaves his eyes, they slowly close, and he takes his last breath. The Curse of Decomposition continues to spread across his body until there is but a pile of rotten flesh and bone. A death that was undeserved, but necessary.

The soldiers all turn and run in fear, falling over one another in an attempt to get away from me. They stayed long enough to support their general, and I can respect that.

As I'm about to turn and leave as the last man rushes over the hill, I see a lone girl running down the hill toward me. But her eyes aren't on me, but on the repulsive pile a few feet away from me.

She falls to her knees next to her Father and cries out in pain. This moment is one she'll never forget. Her Father is in such a state that she can't even hold his dead body.

"You should be proud of your Father. Despite being a fool, he deserved more from this life. And it's time that you return with his men."

Her eyes lift from the rotting remains of her Father, and I see a red hot fury in them. But she doesn't reach for her sword. All I see are hot tears on a wrathful face.

"You'll live to regret this."

Who says I don't already...

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A/N: Below this line, I'll be keeping Cera's player information. That way, I won't have to place it into the story above anymore. It takes about 180 words up.

[Slayer (Zern) Lvl.228][Tier-3]

[Exp: 42/100%]

[Title: The Son of Arch-Angel Michael (Hidden)]

[Stats] [Strength - 7095][Endurance - 7045][Dexterity - 7215][Speed - 8240][Focus - 19,660]

[Mana aura control: 6/100%]

[Health: 76,560,000,000/76,560,000,000] [Mana: 216,600,000,000/216,600,000,000]

[Stat Points: 350] [Armor rating: 500]

[Inventory] [Dice of Wayland (Divine)] [Hardened Tree sap Armor (Very Rare)] [The Witness (Legendary Sword)] [Fenrir's Whistle (Divine)] [Camping gear] [Food Rations 3x] [Dried meat 3x] [Fishing poles 2x] [Fish 8x] [Festival Garbs 2x] [4x EXP Boosts]

[Passive Perks]

[Inheritor of the Sword] [Son of Heaven] [Slayer of Evil] [Holy Willow Trees Savior] [Finder of Legends] [The Divine who has Legend] [Destined for Greatness] [Dungeon Diver] [An Overachiever]

[Active Skills]

[Heavens light Lvl.74 325/7400] [Protected by Heaven Lvl.74 225/7400] [Slash Lvl.92 4600/21000] [Parry Lvl.68 85/6800] [Double Strike N/A] [Kingslayer N/A] [Raging Machine N/A] [Winged Glory] [Angelic Flight] [Divine Pressure Exertion] [Divinity Pulse] [Controlled Fun]