The Villain's Story

Chapter 598: [598] Hypocrite.(2)



"Vile...creature."

A celestial, different from the others of his fallen kin, stood alone in a field filled with their dead bodies, their blood having formed a river of harrowing stench, their limbs decorating it like dead fish rising to the surface.

The celestial possessed two pairs of wings, different from the lone pair possessed by the others. The celestial also looked to be of age. His appearance was like that of an old man, at least by human standards. He had a beard as old as time and hair as white as milk.

Aged wrinkles covered his face, evidence of the wisdom he had garnered during his life, but all of it couldn't help him now.

He was missing an arm, his cuirass was destroyed beyond recognition, his armor, once woven out of white silk as strong as steel, was reduced to rags.

He barely managed to stand, and could no longer use most of his abilities. He could not even lift his spear.

He had to admit, even though he hated every second of it. He had lost in terms of

spearmanship.

He could not compete with the being in front of him, His spear was lacking. His technique was not enough, it was not enough to vanquish the foe in front of him.

The foe in question, slowly looked at the surrounding slaughter, His eyes slowly gaining clarity. The celestial looked at him, wary, but using every second he could get to gain some respite, to get some breath back in his lungs.

The foe looked at the slaughter with widened eyes, which garnered a burning, piercing gaze from the celestial, but the foe did not care. He slumped down, and...vomited. The celestial...was flabbergasted.

"... What?"

No food or anything like that came out from Alan's already empty stomach, only acid. He lay down on the ground, his hands submerged in the rivers of blood.

The celestial, deemed it to be an attack, a poison of some sort. He had met his fair share of monsters that did something like that... But was confused when he realized that it was actually...harmless.Nôv(el)B\\jnn

"What...have I done?"

A tongue he did not understand came from the mouth of the foe.

'Dwarves... Elvish? None of those... Not even a distant dialect'.

The language was foreign to him, and worst of all, he did not even have a translator artifact on him.

He coughed up blood, it fell to the ground, becoming the scarlet river. He gazed at the sight of his fallen comrades, and gritted his bloody teeth.

'Fine... let this be my death... But I shall take you down with me, you defiled being.'

He didn't know what species this being belonged too...perhaps he could even be a monster in disguise.

He laughed at that... A monster in disguise? The monster was in no disguise... Using the moments given to him by the strange actions of the being, he recited a verse. He made an oath.

"Oh heavenly father... Bless me with your strength."

His words caused a reaction, and his body seemed to disappear a little, whatever was left of it anyway. His eyes began to glow a golden hue, one like that of a star, the parts of his body disappeared turned into wisps of light.

"Grant this servant...a final act of faith, Grant thy Child a promise... Thy child makes an oath." His soul burned away, but his strength also increased, a small ball of light formed on the tips of his fingers. His wrinkles aged, turning into glowing dust soon.

"Noblesse... Oblige."

The duty of a noble being, a power available only to the celestials, A power that came with their responsibilities. Unfortunately, he had never gained a duty that could give him a Noblesse Oblige.

His city, or the camp was empty, it was not burning, nor was there any destruction besides the mangled bodies of his soldiers, The monster was unlike the rest, funnily.

But fire soon encompassed his camp, but the source was not it's enemy, but it's commander. "I, as feeble as I am, as undeserving I am... Command the flame of the heavenly Father..." Alan finally realized, he was shaken out of from his confusing state, and stared at the ball of light, Strangely enough, he felt cold. Heat covered the entire place, but he felt cold.

He tried to move, trying to dodge the ball of light that would soon come his way, But he found himself unable to move.

Surprised, he saw his lower body, covered in black ice. He couldn't break it, no matter what. He could also feel lanesha's mana in that ice.

"What the hell! Lanesha!"

He called out to her, but no response. He cursed when he realized he couldn't even teleport! He braced himself for the inevitable attack, thinking Lanesha wanted to test his endurance.

Soon, his view was filled with blinding golden light.

"Oh... Magnificent Divine fire..."

He could still hear the angelic voice of the Celestial though, a hint of regret once again surfaced in his heart, but it was quickly dismissed as the fire grew brighter, hotter.

He still felt cold though, perhaps due to the fact that entire lower body was frozen. He placed his hands in front of him, dismissing his spear. He didn't want to damage the Ame-No- Sakahoko, He used ice and his own scales to protect himself from whatever was coming.

"Burn."

The long verse, the oath of the Celestial finally ended, and so did his figure, his vessel exploded into bits of light, a smile carved onto his face as it became light. The divine fire raged forth, the small ball of light expanded into a miniature sun, The camp was ruined, and it was still as lively as ever. The rivers of scarlet below evaporated, becoming dried blood and one with the divine ball of fire.

It changed forms, becoming like a beam of light that surged up towards the skies, parting the clouds and bringing light into the lush, dark forest.

"Goddamn it, Lanesha!"

His voice was drowned by the roars of the fire, as it descended and blinded him, his figure was drowned in blinding light, and furious fire.

It became a dragon of its own, that flew through the skies and struck him, the intended

target.

It drowned him, consumed his figure.

And it did absolutely nothing to him.