The once magnificent forest was now a wasteland of nature. Tall trees that would stand proudly looking down at the world were now nothing but ash. This was nothing but the aftermath of the fires that raged in the distance still spreading their destruction.

Blue skies used to fill the horizons but now a layer of smoke blocked it from sight. It was like a barrier preventing the heavens from witnessing the scene of hell below.

Bodies of gods littered the ground, their blood tainting the rivers red. And as if mocking their deaths, the setting sun painted the sky red.

Dying gods cursed in their heart. They would turn their eyes away from their blood filled wounds only to see the sky which appeared to reflect them. A beautiful scene of red filled their eyes before an eternal world of black.

The ash of the once magnificent trees slowly built up on their bodies. Trees represented life but their ash represented death. Black ash would be their coffin, sealing the fact that these gods would never see life again.

A distance away hundreds of gods still walked on the plane which could now only be called a wasteland. Actually, maybe it would be more suitable to call it a battlefield as the gods still had to fight against the despair which faced them. All the gods surrounded a massive crater in the ground looking down pensively.

Tattered armour, heavy breathing and exhausted faces. Although this was a common trait shared between the gods it wasn't the only one. They were all calm facing this calamity. They all had their pride which wouldn't allow them to crumble whilst they still had hope.

"Why have the kings not come to help yet?"

A 15ft tall god gritted his teeth, he was a burly looking man that had bulging muscles and unusual tattooes. His right arm looked to be broken as it hung there limply. The hope the God's still contained in their hearts were these so called 'kings'.

"One will be here shortly, we just have to hold out till then"

Holding a 3 ft golden spear, a beautiful lady replied to the giant. She had brown hair in a ponytail and gave off a wild aura. She looked to be a strong willed lady who would give others a feeling of intimidation.

"I'm afraid we will struggle to hold out any longer, that monster has almost broken through the formation"

This man was very handsome, he had glowing red eyes and his similarly glowing hair flowed back and forth looking like a flame. However his voice was trembling, showing his fear towards this 'monster'.

At that moment a massive bang was heard and numerous gods got blown away. The remaining gods looked down into the crater as fear gripped their hearts.

There stood a young man who looked to be about 18 years old. He was about 6ft tall, with a slender physique. Through his tattered clothes you could see blood red tattoos which covered his whole body including his face. His eyes had no whites and had the same blood red colour as his tattoos. This made his long white hair stand out in contrast.

All the female gods felt their hearts pounding when they saw him. He had outstanding looks and all these extra features just added to it, they gave him an evil charm which gripped onto the heart of any female that laid eyes on him.

He smiled gently at the gods however that smile quickly distorted into an evil sneer. He then dashed out towards the gods barehanded. His sword had long since been discarded by him when he entered a crazed state.

The gods harnessed all their powers and launched their attacks at him. However, it was to no avail as his body would instantly heal no matter how much harm was done to him

When he reached the gods a massacre started. He used his hands to rip off their limbs, tear off their heads, he'd even stick his hands into their chest and crush their heart. He fought like a beast and relied purely on instinct.

The gods who saw this collapsed on their legs in fear, some even ended their lives on the spot. They were not afraid of dying but dying at the hands of a monster made them feel disgusted.

At this moment a bright green aura invaded the battlefield. The sky was cleared and the fires stopped. Rivers regained their original colour and the ashes which littered the ground sunk into the soil. There were even signs that new vegetation was going to sprout.

The dead gods were once again revealed and their corpses were preserved so they could receive a proper burial. The wounded gods were also covered in the aura and they quickly healed. It was like a miracle had decended onto the world.

A woman landed gently on the ground in front of the crazed man. She had long brown hair and green eyes. She wore a green dress with a crown. She gave off a vibrant feeling of life. However, her otherworldly beauty was tainted by the look of sorrow on her face.

"So you lost in the end Malum?"

The goddess's voice was incredibly gentle and seemed to sooth the man infront of her. Malum stopped rampaging and turned to look at her. Tears flowed down his face from his eyes, a beautiful sight ruined by the fact that they were formed from blood.

The goddess slowly pulled out a sword and walked over to Malum. Contrary to what the other gods were expecting there was no fight. She simply walked up to him and stabbed him in the heart.

Malum coughed out blood and lost all his strength. He would of already collapsed if it weren't for the goddess's sword holding him up. His tattoos faded and his eyes regained their clarity.

"Thank you... benefactor"

Those were the last words Malum spoke before he took his last breath. Unlike the other gods his corpse didn't stay together, instead he faded into ash.

An end befitting one killed by the goddess of life, just like the trees he became ash.

"Just like ash fertilises the ground and births a new tree, you will also be reborn."

A tear gently surfaced in the goddess's eye, it was a golden tear which contained all her love for the man. It flew away in the sky like a baby bird that had just left its nest.

"Benefactor... although you called me that to lessen my pain I will never deny that I am the one who raised you. Let us meet again in your next life my child"

Leaving those words the goddess ascended into the sky. The silhouette of her back and the Scarlett sunset created a very picturesque scene, both beautiful and lonely. A sight never to be forgotten by any of the gods that were lucky enough to witness it.