《Master of Cards. *Reborn*》Chapter 38 : Attacking Ren.
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Velaya and Ren were walking home from school. Ren had the pixie dragon just fluttering about in his bag, Ice Reaper was staying in Ren's shadow.
"Did you have fun at school?" Velaya nodded to Ren's question.
"I never knew that school could be so fun. I never had that...Back then girls in my village were told not to do anything." Velaya answered him.
"Why is that?" Ren asked.
"We didn't have school from where I came from. We're all just hunters in the mountains. It's the first time that I am in such a place." Velaya spoke with a smile. When they were about to cross the street, Ren held Velaya's hand as they both looked to the right and to the left. They waited for the green man to appear on the sign as they walked.
"Ren... We need to run... Now!" Velaya said as they both continued running, there was something chasing them. Ren could not see it but Velaya could. It was a deity, not one from any that she knows but it was something else entirely. A deity that she had never heard before or even knew.
"Where are you running? Little miss of destruction?" The voice spoke as it slapped Ren to the wall. The wall cracked but there was another thing that was odd. Time was not moving, the environment was left in a state of stasis. Ren was still moving, but he was trying to reach Velaya.
Ice Reaper stepped in but was destroyed in an instant, this threat was something far different. Ren's pixie dragon stepped out, unleashing a breath of ice to the attacking figure. But even the pixie dragon was thwarted within a second, thrown aside like it was nothing. Ice Reaper formed himself back but he was too damaged to find. Trying to help Velaya, only to see his body be turned to dust. The deity held his skull with scorn.
Velaya looked at Ren.
"You're my Avatar of Destruction." The words reached Ren as Velaya was taken away from him. Ren fell to the ground, feeling his insides heating up. Ice Reaper formed again, this time carrying Ren back home. Time was still frozen and when Ice Reaper arrived at the villa. He held Ren's cheeks.
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"Young master... I'm sorry... I'm sorry I couldn't protect you." Ice Reaper said as time resumed.
"Ice Reaper?" Ren touched Ice Reaper's hand, and watching him crumble to dust once again but this time. It was for good. Ren broke down in tears, he held his pixie dragon in his arms. Hugging it tight, just crying loudly.
Kael returned home, seeing Ren alone but there was something else. That bothered him, Kael understood what had happened. Lucius was there too.
"Damn it." Kael turned to Lucius who knelt to Ren.
"Your brother's been turned to Velaya's Avatar. I'm sorry." Lucius said to Kael with a deep sigh.
"Kael... Looks like we got a bigger problem than before. That plot of Avalon and the Fake Avatars? They're causing a few dimensions to merge and what's worse. That some of the deities are trying to overthrow us as well. Basically Earth is now connected with Melvoris. Another place similar to earth but has all the other non-human species to be part of it. What are you going to do about Ren?" Lucius asked, perhaps he was concerned with Kael's approach to it. Kael walked on over to Ren.
"I.. I'm sorry. Ice Reaper's gone! I'm sorry." Kael hugged Ren tightly.
"Let it out Ren. Nothing wrong with crying. It doesn't make you less manly either. Just... Cry. Because sometimes... It's all we can do." Kael said, he was sobbing as well. Ice Reaper was a sword that Kael could trust. A weapon that had Kael's back for a long time. It was not just a scythe, it was not just a weapon. It was a comrade that Kael had just lost. Of course his heart shattered but that vengeance and the thirst to quench it? It will come later.
Kael held Ren in his arms and it was tough for Kael to realize his 12 year old brother had just been turned into the Avatar of Destruction. Something like him but Kael needed to make sure Ren was not going through the same footsteps as he did. Kael brought Ren inside first and looked at Lucius.
"Lucius... How bad is it?"
"Heaven and Hell were attacked. They are deities from Melvoris. Melvoris has roughly a few thousand Deities and 10 Supreme Gods. The merge was done because the deities that planned this were promised to be Gods by Melvoris. People of Melvoris are just... War like. The Supreme Gods are gone... We've got our hands full with our current state of affairs. Earth will have to defend itself. We've managed to stop a full blown invasion but... We couldn'ts top Melvoris from forcing and injecting mana into this world. A lot of things may change right now, Kael and it's not the good kind.
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Normal people will have access to magic. Melvoris's summon beasts... Necromancers. Their own demons and angels. This is going to change a lot of things Kael. The damage of Heaven and Hell was bad enough, we completely destroyed them. So right now a lot of angels and demons are roaming among the humans." Lucius explained.
"Then why did they need Velaya for?" Kael asked.
"They are missing a God of Destruction. They took Velaya to fill that void. Seems like Melvoris as a dimension became unstable and they decided that earth would be a good place to start." Lucius spoke with a frightening expression. Kael wasn't bothered by it, but the others behind him were. The swords in his house,the Fenrirs.
"Kael... I know you don't like senseless killing but..."
"I'll destroy Melvoris. Just let the others know to protect the people."Kael said to Lucius as he knelt before his God.
"You have my blessing, Avatar. Your powers have returned to their fullest and most mature state." Lucius said to Kael.
Lucius drew out a katana that was the darkness itself. Kael could hear the voices of agony coming from within, voices that called for the destruction and pain. Kael picked the katana and his whole body was being covered in the dark flames. Kael could see the faces that stared back at him. Their hands grasped his body ripping it off. This continued until Kael opened his eyes to the real world. He was now clad in black armor. His pressence was that of a ghost where he stood.
Kael was definitely in another world, Melvoris... The entirety of the city was like medieval mixed with high magic. Kael was standing in the middle of the road. In the middle of a city. The black armor formed into a Kael's Avatar robes, merely being pauldrons and gauntlets. Kael lit a cigarette, as he looked at Melvoris. Taking a deep whiff.
"I am the one that treads the path of destruction, mayhem and ruin. I turn cities into ruins. I turn countries into barren lands. I am the one that leaves nothing but ruin." Kael chanted as he let out a deep breath. By his breath a hurricane was created, pulling everything into its path.
"Nothing will live in my pressence." Kael whispered to the right, as he tapped the ash of his cigarette. Creating an ashen storm that swallowed the right side of the city whole. The people were slowly being consumed by the ash that haunted the entire city.
"Everything that has been created, will end by my hands." Kael flicked his finger to the left, the force itself uprooted everything to the left. Launching them all into the air. Kael turned behind him as he looked at a deity staring at him.
"You! How dare you mortal!"
"Melvoris is dying. I'm just accelerating it." Kael said as the deity vanished. Impaling Kael's chest and laughing. Unaware of Kael still smoking his cigarette.
"How? You're a human being. I struck your chest. How are you not dead?"
"You've not seen destruction in its true form." Kael said as the deity was sucked into the armor instead.
"Ice Reaper. When I find the one that took Velaya, I'm going to destroy that bastard." Kael promised himself, looking at the remains of the city before him. There was nothing here and nothing left. His strength as the Avatar of Destruction was at its core. There was a time when Kael had to destroy two planets because they refused to stop attacking each other, causing a gigantic dimensional collapse. Kael merely pushed the two planets into each other, forcing a merge instead of destroying it. That was enough to scare the planet residents to stop attacking each other. Crude, but it was effective.
Such is the duty of the Avatar of Destruction and Kael was fine with carrying this out.
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