A man collapsed on his knees with the monocle on his right eye sliding down from his eye and bouncing off, running away amidst the endless debris and tatters.
The jagged rocks beneath him were cold and sharp, cutting into his torn flesh.
Blood dripped from his back as the deep wounds pulsed with pain due to the stabbing of large monologue crystals that fed on his remaining life force.
The air around was thick with the scent of ash and decay with the wind carrying specks of burnt remains that fell down like snowflakes. Around him, cracks spread like webs through the broken ground, spreading outward like veins of destruction.
Amidst the crack were stuffed countless bodies broken and torn apart, blood from which formed a layer of pool beneath.
The man stared at sight representing endless death and destruction of which he was a part of.
He barely had the strength to lift his head. His body was weakening, but his mind was still sharp. His lips moved as he spoke hoarsely.
"Fuck!I can't believe it."
"Despite the betrayal, I lost to some toe sucking son of bitches.
[Silencio]
His voice, cold and sharp, echoed through the canyon. A split second later, his lips twitched, then stitched together, sealing shut.
TANG!
A woman landed before him striking ground with the weight of her massive staff shaking the ground. Her piercing gaze locked onto him, but he didn't bother reacting. He was too exhausted for theatrics.
Soon, footsteps echoed.
With great effort, he raised his chin and saw a figure leading a group toward him. The man at the front carried a glowing blue sword, his hair slicked back and damp with blood. Behind him, stood three women that looked at him in disgust.
They were the strongest of their generation. The so-called chosen ones.
And at the front of them all was the Blessed of Gods.
The Hero...The Righteous...The Prosecutor Of Justice.
However, in fact,it was more accurate to call him God's Loyal Dog.
Even if it's wrong if God say it's right he would accept it as right. That's how blinded this bastard had been.
Eric Bateman.
Eric's blue hair, matted with dried blood, glowed under the dim light. His cold eyes locked onto the dying man with a mixture of disgust and amusement.
"You betrayed humanity and joined forces with demons to take revenge, only to be betrayed by them in return."
He let out a short chuckle. "How laughable."
Eric crouched slightly, tilting his head. "Why did you do it?"
The wounded man tried to speak, but the stitched lips prevented any sound except a garbled mess of noise.
"Let him talk," The yellow-haired Saintess named Luna spoke coldly.
The pink-haired archmage Elena standing beside Eric flicked her staff
The stitches disappeared.
SPAT!
The wounded man spat blood onto the ground and then sneered. "Hey, bitch, why the fuck did you seal my lips?"
The archmage frowned and glanced at Eric. "That's the reason."
Eric didn't react to the insult, but his grip on the sword tightened. "I want an answer."
"What did you gain by doing this? You could have just died peacefully on Goddess Command yet you tried to resist."
The man smirked, his voice hoarse but mocking. "If you're gonna kill me, just do it. Don't stand there preaching like some self-righteous asshole."
Saying this his eyes Carter to another woman staring at him silently.
Edwina Valcrest.
A sister who thrashed him, and betrayed his trust all to become the heir who led to his today defeat.
"Tsk…Tsk…I thought you aimed to become some great guy who led the hope of millions only to end up as the dick sucker of a hero."
"What did you say? I am gonna kill you?"Edwin unsheathed her sword when Eric stopped her.
"What do you mean? What betrayal?"Eric asked curiously which made me check.
"It seems the hero is ignorant."
"Eric, let's kill him."Edwin protested with fear gnawing at her face.
Luna who had been staring silently opened her lips, "Sinner accept your wrongdoings and beg the Goddess's mercy. The Goddess is kind and…
Hearing this, the man laughed "Fuck off!
"I don't have the energy to listen to another 'Goddess this, Goddess that' speech. Just get it over with."
Eric's expression darkened. "Why do you hate them so much?"
The man laughed. Not a weak, dying laugh, but a real, full-bodied one. His shoulders shook as he gasped for air.
"Why do I hate them?" he repeated.
His laughter echoed through the broken land.
"Because everyone acts like they're fair and just when they're really just a bunch of hypocritical cowards. They don't do shit unless their own asses are on the line."
A sharp voice cut through the air. "You dare insult the Goddess?"
The Saintess, draped in pristine robes, glared at him. Her voice was cold, but he only scoffed.
"Shut up, bitch."
The Saintess gasped in outrage, her hand clenching.
"Enough!"
Eric had had enough. His sword raised, pointing at the man's chest. His voice was low and firm.
"In your next life, try to be a better person. Kinder."
The man blinked a few times, then slowly lifted his middle finger.
"Fuck you. Go lick the Goddess's feet with utmost reverence after all who knows, maybe she'll let you experience what it's like to lose v card to Go-"
BOOM!
Eric swung his sword, cutting him off mid-sentence. His face was tense, jaw clenched, a flicker of embarrassment crossing his eyes.
"Son of a bitch!" he spat. "If it weren't for the Goddess's orders, I'd make sure you suffered for years!"
The head flew in the air and rolled on the ground before stopping for a few meters.
Eric was about to turn around when he saw the headless body moving and raised his middle finger following which, a huge magic circle appeared.
Eric's eyes widened and he screamed, "A void!"
However, it was too late as a huge frantic expression erupted like a mighty roar of agony from the heavens.
BOOOOOOOOOM
That's how the life of Leonard Valcrest, The Deified of Fate, and The World's Greatest Heretic life came to an end.
Or so he thought.