White, as radiant, vast, and commanding as the sun itself. That was the color of this God's soul.
This large white orb, as though to close its eyes and call forth a memory, despite lacking a face, brought four other, much smaller orbs into existence.
First, a pure black orb, opposite of the God's color appeared. This soul looked as though it had been tainted by some kind of black ink. Although it lacked a face, one could tell it was trying to process what was happening.
The God looked in horror at the soul that was just summoned. Then it shook its head, breathed a sigh, and summoned another soul.
This time, an ivory green orb stood next to the black soul. This green blob couldn't sit still, darting around the infinite void as though excited about everything.
Pleased, the God smiled, and from it came another soul, navy blue in color, it stood eerily still, like a dead ocean. It radiated a deadly aura.
The God tilted its head, as though that wasn't the intended result, but not complaining. It then forced one more soul from the ether.
This time, a pure white soul, a spitting image of the much larger soul before it, was brought into attendance. It stood just as still as the blue one, like a guardsman waiting for orders.
The enormous white orb, despite lacking a mouth, spoke to the tiny orbs, who, although lacking ears, could still hear. "At the age of fifteen, meet in the capital city of Ebria, and kill the demon king. If you don't I will use your souls as bait."
The God before them, the being who spoke these words, was the color of innocence itself and smiled as though these orbs were its children. However, this order was said with a frightening level of authority.
The reason behind these threatening words of a God, was because that was its one true goal; to rid the world of the demon king's wrath.
The little orbs looked at one another. The black orb seemed determined. The green one seemed excited. The blue one seemed to not care, as though to shrug its shoulders. The white one stood tall puffing out its chest, as if to say "as you wish, my lord."
The God leaned in, its face inches away from the other orbs, "now go, my little ones." He said this with what felt like a smile on its face. They could not tell if it was a friendly smile or a cynical one.
Suddenly the sky became wider, the God's soul became smaller, like staring at the moons in the sky, and the little ones separated by gravity and the wind. They fell like comets, landing in various parts of the world.
Little white orb fell in the mountains, residing in the womb of a dwarf.
Blue split in two, one ocean blue and one baby blue, the dark blue one eventually fell into the womb of a human. The other half fell into the snow.
Green darted around the sky and fell in the forest, residing in the womb of an elf.
Black fell far, far down, past the core of the world, and into the belly of a demon.
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"Look, honey, it's a boy." A dwarfvan woman, exhausted from birth, said with a bright smile.
The child was born in the morning of a spring day.
The new born baby was crying for a time, but calmed down and sprawled open, now basking in the sun's rays that came peering in from the window.
"Haha, he looks more like you, he has the ears of a human." She added with a small chuckle.
The father looked flustered, knowing not what to do with the newborn child that was now being handed over to him from a caregiver.
The father looked down at his son and tears began to form making his brown eyes shimmer."Fenrir Ironblood. That will be the boy's name, like the tale of old where the wolf ate the sun." The father, a brawly man with tears now rolling onto his cheeks, said trying to keep it together.
"A lovely name." The mother said with a happy, teary eyed smile.
These two people were Thon and Fomona Ironblood. Thon moved up to the mountains to train with the dwarfs and eventually became a blacksmith. He met his wife, Fomona, through a customer, and the two hit it off.
They lived in the dwarven settlement a little ways up a mountain called Thoronie that faced towards the capital city of Aspril, Ebria.
After securing a stable income through his work as a handyman and Fomona working at a bakery, the two aimed for a family.
Despite their struggles for a child, Fenrir, their firstborn, was brought into this world.
At the age of three, Fenrir picked up his first hammer, and at six became an apprentice under his father and helped around the shop. At nine, the boy made his first weapon, a small dagger made from scrap metal. At the age of twelve, Fenrir wanted to become stronger, and began to work out. By the age of fourteen he was a big help around the dwarven settlement.
Thon and Fomona live an honest and happy life in these mountains, with a good house, stable income, and three children.
Years later, Fenrir would leave for the capital and would one day become the greatest blacksmith in history.
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"AHHHH" The sounds of a woman screaming echoed through the village, but her screams were swallowed by the darkness. Only the moon's lights peering in from the window gave her company.
"Mmm, Ahh, P - please help. AHHH."
Located in a small town to the west of the capital city Ebria, what many commoners call the viking village. There was a woman, who was the slave to the chief of assassins, Wolf Vital. She was giving birth to his son.
This was a painful birth, screams echoed endlessly in the small wooden cottage. There were no nurses there, just tough men and sorrowful women.
What made it worse, was that the child was not a boy, but a female. A black haired blue eyed girl.
This enraged the chief. "You damned woman, you have failed me for the last time." He pulled a sword from its sheath.
"No, no, please!"
Shrink
Her head fell.
Her body remained upright. As if the last bit of strength she had left in this life was meant for holding her baby girl up.
The child did not cry nor scream. There was little to no emotion in the child. Wolf Vital looked upon his newborn daughter for a moment, folded his hands, and nodded. Wolf was impressed, having never seen a newborn baby not cry its eyes out.
The baby, born only moments ago was given a test, and luckily she passed with flying colors. Wolf smiled for a moment.
"Zena Vital." Wolf said while picking the baby up from the dead woman's arms.
"But sir, it isn't a male, the child can't become your successor." A grunt of his said cautiously.
"She will become my successor, unless a woman gives me a boy who doesn't cry when their mom's head flies off as she screams." He said with a hearty chuckle.
Everyone in the room fell silent, hearing only the bosses laugh.
By the age of three she understood how the human body functioned, by six she was proficient in using knives, by nine she had already killed and tortured a few people. At the age of twelve she was her father's right hand. By fourteen she was the most feared member of the crew.
This was how Zena Vital, the woman who would one day strike fear into a God, was born.
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Deep in the elven forest, south of the capital city of Ebria, there were three large trees, each hollowed out and made into nice homes.
The tree in the center belonged to the elven elders. The tree to the right was the elven King's house. The one on the left belonged to the elven lord, the advisor to the King.
Within the advisor's home, all the elven nobility had gathered to witness a rare sight. The birth of elven nobility. The lord held the hand of his wife tightly as a caretaker was delivering the baby. "You are almost there, darling."
Soon after this comment, Alexandra Benika was born. Bright red hair, freckles, and a spirit longing for adventure. She looked at her fathers face, then cried.
The mother and the father smiled at their daughters' colorful tears. The advisor picked up his newborn child and said, "We finally did it, and it's a girl to boot, meaning you have the right to name her."
"You already know what I want to name her, we have talked about it for decades." The mother said with a happy look on her face.
"Mm, yeah, I know. You are Alexandra. Alexandra Benika."
After being cleaned up and the tears came to an end, the child was showered with presents and gifts. The one that caught her attention the most, the toy that she became the most infatuated with, was a wooden bow with elven symbols written on it.
Alex grew up as an elven princess, often being forced to practice noble activities like singing, dancing, horse riding, and mannerisms alongside her brother. In her free time, she would practice archery, it was her most beloved activity in all the world.
Alexandra loved how the bow felt in her hands. The sound of the arrow breaking air whizzing past her ear, the sound that was made when she hit her target. She loved it more than anything else.
When Alex was eight years old, the elves held a ceremony for the princess. This ceremony was to see what magic she has and to offer an item that would be of great assistance to her.
Everyone in the world, regardless of race, is born with the ability to use magic. Each person is born with an attribute to one kind of magic type. The kind of magic one is born with is dependent on their race, genetics, and other factors.
Elves are often born with a magic that involves nature in some way or another. Alex is no exception to this rule, but there is one exception to today's event.
Children usually just use their magic by accident one day sometime between the ages of three and six years old. However, Alex is eight, and has shown no signs of casting magic. So the elders are holding a formal ceremony to celebrate the princess and to discover her magic.
If someone's magic has a weak point, or they want to use a different kind of magic, then all one needs to do is get a magic tool or tools that can help them.
Magic tools are created by using mana rocks. These uncommon stones have mana inside of them of a certain attribute, that when imbued with magic, can activate the ability of the stone. The stone's abilities are indicated by the mana rock's color. A ruby colored stone for example would allow the user to use fire magic. The larger the stone, the larger and more complex spells it can cast.
These stones are ranked as follows: impure, pure, refined, enriched, masterwork, exalted, pristine, divine, and mythic.
Impure mana rocks have one weak magic spell inscribed in them. Pure mana rocks will have a pure ranked mana spell and an impure mana spell inscribed into it. This cycle continues down all the way to mythic rank.
In the house of elders, Alexandra walked to the center of the room, where a clear orb being held up by roots stood. Alex could see her reflection when looking at the orb, that is how clear it was. This item was a divine mana rock with the magic attribute of appraisal.
Alex placed her hand on the orb and imbued all her magic into it. A flash of phthalo green washed over the room. The elders looked upon the light of the orb, and announced: "The princesses magic is summoning."
This was a rare magic within the elven tribes, only three other people had it, one of which was an elder. That same elder, a wrinkly old woman in white formal cloth, named Sylvaria, stepped forth and said, "we will give the girl a dragon egg."
Alex was in charge of taking care of this egg. Keeping it warm, cuddling it in her bed, ensuring its safety, and so forth.
One year later the egg hatched, and a two headed dragon looked at Alex with wonder. The same kind of curiosity that Alex shows about the world. The left head is a ghostly blue and the other head is blue with a green hue, its body is that same grayish-blue color.
A big smile appeared on the child's face, "Finally!!! OH, I love you guys already! You two are Milo and Fredrick!" Alex said, smiling ear to ear.
The elder would go on to link their souls, a sacred process that allowed the two linked beings to know one another's locations and understand one another even despite the language barrier. It also meant that Alex could summon the duo whenever she needed.
The elder walked Alex through this process of linking souls. "First, you find the creature you want to become your summon. They can be dead or alive. The stronger the beast, the harder it will be." She said in a lecturing tone before continuing, trying to dumb down the process.
"Secondly you ask their souls, their essence, to aid you on your journey. They may decline or they may accept. If they decline, leave them be. If they accept, then you begin the third step. You open your soul to theirs and absorb them. They will become spirit creatures that you can call forth." She then let out a small cough as though to clear her throat from the long explanation.
"However, you can only wield as much as your soul will allow. Typically that number is five. Do you understand, princess Alex?" Finally the explanation was over, she just hoped that Alex understood all of it/
"Mhmm, I understand" Alex nodded, "... anyway, I want to go play."
The elder let out a sigh and let the princess go after the lesson. Alex, Milo, and Fredrick, grew up together, and are best friends.
This is how the woman who would one day become a king lived her daily life for the first fourteen years of life.
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The black soul fell fast, the black sky became green and from green to crimson red, before fading back to black.
Two demons, Vunnon and Ranoth, looked in horror as they discovered Vunnon was pregnant. They knew that hell was not a place for a child, and so they made a plan to flee.
Located in the most north eastern part of the demon continent, Omin, there is a portal that connects the demon realm to the central realm.
They traveled for three months to the largest demon settlement in the area, Jacos. They stayed there until their child was born.
Despite the harsh environment of Hell, the child was given a proper birth in a hospital.
"What should we name her?" Vunnon, the mother, said with worry embedded into her eyes.
"I wish to give her a simple name, one that does not invoke the vision of a demon. How about Coco? A shortened version of your grandmother's name, Kokoro?" Ranoth said with a shaky smile.
"I love it. Coco."
After months of preparation and getting ready to cross the wasteland. They set off for their journey. The three of them struggled for five months, but they made it to the portal that connected the central and demon realms together.
The central region that the portal was located in was far to the north. A frozen wasteland. Worst part about it, demons are hated on this continent, hated and hunted.
They went from a hot, dry, wasteland to a frozen, dark, wasteland. Even they could not tell if what they were doing was for the best, but they remained strong.
Although they were safe from hell's wrath, they needed a safe place for their child to grow up.
They crossed the Ice Dragon Lake and the Moon Tail Pass eventually making it to a dwarven fortress.
The path they took led behind the largest mountain in the country of Aspril, Mount Thoronie. They were facing away from the capital city Ebria. Going up the mountain side, quite a distance away from the base, there was a fortress. It was not a settlement like the place that Fenrir grew up, it was a fortress that faced towards the dark lands.
Vunnon, Ranoth, and Coco were rejected from living in the dwarven fortress. But they did receive permission to remain next to it as dwarfs do not kill demons unless necessary.
For a few years they lived in a cave on the side of the mountain, where Coco, despite being only seven months old, would learn three languages at once.
She was taught the human language, demon language, and the language of the dwarfs. Coco was a smart child, picked up on things quickly, but lacked resources to bloom into anything respectable.
This was until one night, when mountain Zlatorog's, large, horned, fast moving golden white beasts, got hungry and descended the mountain, attacking the fortress. Coco's parents, despite how they were treated, went to help. Ranoth passed away while saving some children.
Coco was unable to fully process the loss of her father because soon after this conflict, Coco and her mom were allowed to stay in the dwarven stronghold.
Vunnon, not having a resistance to dwarven illnesses, got sick and passed away quickly. Coco, also got sick, but through some miracle, survived.
The chief and adults of the settlement did not know what to do with the white haired, red eyed, small horned, demon child, but they couldn't just abandon her. They also could not trust her.
The chief's brother, a man named Garrison, an outcast who studied magic in a small shack on the far edge of the settlement, offered to take the child in.
So, Coco, a demon child with one foot in the grave, was taken in by a studious mage who offered her all the resources she would need to thrive.
At the age of six she was proficient in three languages: demonic, common, and dwarvish. Coco would learn five languages by the time she turned fifteen: common, demonic, dwarvish, elvish, and beastkin.
By the age of nine she was proficient in casting magic and did magic practice daily. At the age of twelve she began to question the world around her and even opened up to her master about the continual dream she has about a God telling her to "kill the demon king."
Coco, for years, felt there was a missing piece to this quote, but it was fuzzy in her mind.
What God was it? Why kill him? What will happen when I meet the others at the capital? Why was I given such a unique magic? and what was the last part of his message?
Coco spent her days studying and questioning, she was the adopted daughter of a philosopher and a scholar after all.
This was how the demon girl who would one day kill a God lived the early years of her life.