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Torn God: Watcher of Deep Places (Web Novel) - Book 5: Chapter 8 Entreaties [Part 2]
Book 5: Chapter 8 Entreaties [Part 2]
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Aldina glanced between us, clutching Enkidu’s spear as if it were an anchor amid the gathering storm.“Do you think the Guild can afford another enemy here, trapped as you are? It would be so easy for me to make heroes of you all. Isn’t that what you want?” I smirked, enjoying his desperation. “To die for Her?”
A cruel smile spread across my face. "Beg me," I said, my voice low and taunting. "Get on your knees, Guildmaster, and beg. Let yourself feel the depth of your own insignificance, the futility of you and your little band."
A dark, unbridled laugh escaped me—born of a thousand moments where I’d held my tongue, restrained my power. But here, in this place of madness, where magic and steel clashed under an earthen sky, I could be exactly who I was.
It was liberating.
I watched as he clenched his fists, a storm of emotions warring on his face.
"Do you feel it? The envy?" I sneered. "The weight of your years of devotion, all gone to waste. The pointless sacrifices you made for your goddess. Now kneel, and beg me—the one who has earned the Mother’s favor. Kneel, and know your place."
Slowly, agonizingly, he sank to his knees. The Gold and Silver adventurers around us exchanged uneasy glances, hands slipping from their weapons as a thick silence settled over them.
I shook my head. If there was one thing I had learned from my friend Enkidu, it was that a man who could truly call himself a man should never kneel before another. It was demeaning.
"Help us… I beg of you," Canis shouted, his desperate plea cutting through the shrieking winds. “For Al-Lazar.”
“The Goddess demands sacrifice, Canis. Send everything now, and if they fight valiantly, she will send aid,” I replied, my tone falsely solemn. “Know my words as holy truth.”
“Send everyone now,” I commanded, my voice ringing with conviction. “No more games. She commands it.”
The voices within me roared with glee, crying out in a legion. Let it loose… let it loose. And why not? Together, we unleashed a wave of shadowed, negative energy. Improved Entropic Aura. It radiated from me, lending a dark force to my command.
Fear etched itself across their faces—a fear not just of death, but of a death against which they could not struggle, and the terror of absolute oblivion. Everyone took a step back, eyes wide with growing fear.
To them, even a mythical creature, a Djinn of the Wind and Skies, must have seemed a more manageable foe than the one before them.
“Go now! Take down the Djinn!” Canis commanded, his voice frayed with desperation. “For the Adventurer’s Guild, you dogs!”
“For the Guild!” they echoed, but it was a hollow cry, more a matter of habit than genuine fervor.
At first, they moved at a jog, then broke into a full-blown, frantic charge. I laughed, watching them scramble to the beat of my threats, a twisted dance at my command. Beside me, Aldina stood frozen, her face pale, terror widening her eyes.
I stopped laughing as I regarded her.
“You should stand back… far back. Fifty paces at least,” I suggested with a pleasant smile.
She only nodded, fear swallowing any words, and stumbled away, dragging Enkidu’s spear behind her.
I raised my hands to the caged heavens, shouting into the winds as the adventurers charged forward, clashing and falling in their futile struggle. Each drop of blood that was spilled, I knew to my bones, was an offering to Iasis, feeding her strength.
And that simply would not do.
In a surge of savage defiance, I raised my voice to the heavens, calling out to the Goddess who had brought me to this world of suffering and pain.
For the first time, I entreated the Goddess I hated with all my heart. “Avaria, hear me, if you are not as deaf as you are blind! I offer these followers of your sister—I offer their lives to you! Take them and make this ground sacrosanct; let the Light of Heaven shine upon it! I will bring Justice to the heretics! Let this be our covenant!” My laughter turned wild, an unhinged smile twisting my face.
I chose my own terms of service.
Improved Entropic Aura resisted, pushing against my will, but I was too deep in my glorious rebellion against the powers that bound this world. Binding it with threads of my purpose, I forced it down and summoned Holy Aura in its place.
A cleansing hymn filled me, washing away a thousand grievances. I shone with Light, with Radiance. I was remade as Holy. I slammed my helmet on, and the world narrowed into a focused slit.
Improved Dash… Improved Dash… I activated the skill again and again, reckless of the toll on my stamina, closing the distance with the adventurers in a blur of holy vengeance.
One of them—a cleric in heavy chain mail, the gleaming Gold badge of rank on his chest—locked eyes with me, and I saw the dawning horror in his gaze. He understood in an instant what I had become: an avatar of their doom. With desperate fury, he swung his heavy, flanged mace at my face.
I let it connect, relishing the solid clang as it glanced off my helm. My armor held; I lost only a sliver of health. A crazed smile twisted onto my face, and laughter—a chilling, unrestrained sound—echoed across the battlefield as I advanced.
Now, I had Justice on my side. Now, it was self-defense.
With righteous wrath, I called forth Holy Strike, a searing reprisal to his audacity. The force of it shattered the layered wards shielding him; they cracked like glass under the weight of divine wrath. The lingering effect of Sage’s Sight allowed me to see the aftermath, the dark power of my weapon hungrily crushing bone and muscle. His life ended in an instant, but I could see Bellringer feeding on something intangible.
It seemed the Divines were not the only ones who could feast on mortal suffering.
