The light of the fusion spread across the spacious darkness, each small space it took was set alight by the holy, distorted light. Until it all comverged back, forming his body, his frame was taller, his eyes lighter as if they were formed of a pure shard of light, his breath less labored as if all the poison that filled his lungs was purified by this mysterious droplet.
Then, it all flowed in his brain, a huge surge of information, distorted words over eachother, and invisible lines of language he couldn't read, yet somehow understood, flew right infront of him in the same shade of pale light:
"The light that never disappeares have chosen you"
The first line was slightly shaky but obvious, it was read, but it felt as if it was heard
"You shall be it's holder"
This was no choice for Verza, just an order of pure authority, whoever was writing this, they didn't joke around nor beat around the bush
"You will not disappoint, or perish with your people"
The lines faded away slightly, returning the spacious void into it's previous lightlessness. Then, fire was set. Pale and unshadowed, it burnt the eyes of whomever saw it, and melted the skin of whomever touched it, holy, sacred, divine and punishing for the eyes of poor Verza.
...
His eyes tore open as he took ragged breaths. He looked upwards to see the shadows of the dirty sky. Then around for the miserable faces that looked at him in fear and puzzlement. "Did he consume that strange droplet just now?" Was a shared thought of theirs as they looked at the changes in his appearance. As said earlier, he was taller, larger, and purer. He looked healthier than his usually frail, poor looks, but the usual hatred in his eyes never faded away, it even increased with this strange holiness he gained.
Verza rose to his feet and looked around once more. He lifted his hand and looked at his palm as strange energy flew around his fingers emmitting light. His head hurt, his eyes burnt, and his mind didn't feel like his. Those strange unstoppable lines never actually faded from his consciousness nor the ravings stilled and stopped, they whispered different things in that same damned language, words he didn't understand, but words he felt like he knew and recognized
"The Owl"
"Your enemy"
"Your eternal foe"
The hand he had lifted up suddenly formed an orb of light, before expanding to envelope his whole hand, then.
Bam!
It exploded, shattering into pure shards of light that dances around, impaling the spectators'. It felt like fire, then ice, before their eyes dimmed and the soul was dried from them. They collapsed to the dirty ground, exhaling and inhaling sharply. Before a small illusory matter seperated from their bodies. Flowing slowly towards Verza, whom eyes were purely light-yellow. Gleaming in unexplainable danger and brilliance.
The matters moved slowly before settling in the risen palm of his hand. The souls of his peers- no. Previous peers, how could he address these low beings as peers anymore? He closer to that of a deity!
He closed his fist, and set it alight with the same pale flames from earlier. The ones who managed to survive looked horrified, as they turned around and ran away. Bad call, a spear of frenzy-bringing flames was unleashed towards them with an unexplainable speed, it embedded a young woman's body, leaving from the other side. She opened he mouth to scream, but she closed it immediately as she fell down. Her soul converged with the flame as it left her body and flew towards Verza, converging into his palm.
He smiled, cruel, thrilled and dull from the excitement, his long dreamed dream was about to come true! He will avenge himself from this disgusting life! He was light!
A sudden surge of force hit his legs as he floating up, rising into the sky, overlooking the barely-standing town. His smile never leaving his face as he lifted both arms up in the air, and laughed.
His laughter was a fusion of mockery and arrogance, a mixture of excitement and disgust, his shoulders shook as tears of mockery streamed down his face, before vanishing into steam due to the heat of his body.
His eyes wandered towards the fleeing residents, then to the mesmerized children that could barely move, then finally to the barely standing buildings. His body shook and trembled as orbets of light formed behind him, flickering and expanding, before they stilled. The instant still was no good, they flew in their extreme speed to different places in the town, smashing into the grounds and grinding souls, the souls flew up to Verza, whom simply collected them and used them to make more orbets, repeating the process.
A lady with her two daughters were standing inside their broken home speaking while they ground wheat to make it into bread,
"Look at us, a rich husband like him could save us from this misery!"
The mother exhaled as she teied to put some sense into her daughter's mind, while the older girl simply whined and replied in an equally sharp tone
"He's old! And he's also ugly!"
The mother simply sighed, as she looked up to say some wise words to her youngster, he face froze as she looked at her daughter.
Her upper half was burnt, she looked down to the floor to find a glowing orbet of light twisting on the floor with the head of her daughter barely recognizable, burnt and smelling like baked flesh. She opened her mouth and screamed as loud as she could, but it was soon to cease by a unshadows spear that impaled her head absorbing her soul and converging with the other orbet and the soul of the daughter. Both converged and flew back to the tyrant that was flying in the air, fusing with him.
Verza's smile never stopped until every last home was shattered, until every person was slaughtered, until every road was made into rubble, until all souls were absorbed.
His face dulled as he lowered his frame to stand on the rubbled street, looking around.
Corpses of men, beheaded women, blooded grounds and limbs of all kinds, an elderly woman with her side missing, a child with his face slashed from his eyes and above, a young man with a hole replacing his heart.
He stood coldly, looking over in utter conflict and paradox, his eyes burning with tyranny and cold injustice.
Light was no salvation.
...
Far away, an owl stood on a branch of a dead tree, it was white in colour, with its eyes looking at the burning broken city, it twisted its head in an odd angle, before flying away.