Requiem Of A Failed Hero

“Uhm, so I am so sorry sir but it seems I have the wrong house. Please can you open the door for me?” Raith asked nicely.

“That door has bounded me to this place for six thousand years, do you belittle me by telling me what I can’t do mortal?” The voice emanated like rumbling thunder and shook the very walls that he was surrounded with, it came with a low growl that sent goosebumps up Raith’s spine.

“No sir. I wouldn’t do that… I didn’t know your predicament to be honest.” Raith replied, looking around trying to figure out where the voice was coming from, it was so dark and even though he had [Dark Vision] he couldn’t see through anything.

“You have piqued my interest mortal, to converse with me is no small feat. It can only mean you have seen Ev Zeeyra.”

“Ev? Ev what do you say now?”

“The void truth, you have seen it” The voice explained to me.

“Void truth, I am not sure what you mean sir?”

“Remarkable, you lack fear in my presence … but I wonder: is it ignorance or bravery that guides you” The voice mused, its words echoing off the wall.

“Ah, I am as clueless as hell… I don’t even know what you are talking about.”

“The void truth is beyond mortal comprehension, a knowledge not meant for those of your kind. It is reserved for those who possess the intelligence and fortitude to bear its weight, that intelligence is called Ev Zeeyra,” the voice boomed, its power echoing through the darkness

“Oh, wow… I have never heard of such a thing…” Raith replied, his voice barely audible in comparison.

“Hmm… how odd for a mortal, take two steps forward.” The voice commanded his tone firm and unwavering.

Raith hesitated, his eyes scanning the darkness around him. “Why should I do that? What if you mean to harm me?” he feigned concern.

“Mortal, you cannot deceive a god. Though my form has been degraded by Fel, I am still divine,” the voice asserted, growing more ominous.

“Ah, wait what did you just say now!”

“The degradation of my being? That was–

“No, the other name!” Raith exclaimed with all his facial features widened up.

“Fel?”

“Yes!”

“Hoh? What about Fel would you like to know… I can tell you something but it shall be a trade.”

Raith’s eyes widened, ‘You have got to be kidding me!’ “Everything, everything I will give you anything you want just tell me everything you know.”

“Hm, then take two steps forward.”

step step

“Like this?” Raith asked acquiescingly.

Creaaaak

WHOM!!

As he stepped onto the tiled floor, a dizzying sensation overtook Raith, and he found himself transported to a surreal world. The dimly lit environment resembled a dungeon, complete with metal bars and brick walls, yet was illuminated by pairs of flickering blue torches. Despite the eerie surroundings, Raith sensed a palpable presence, confirming his suspicion that he was no longer alone.

Raith’s gaze shifted to the side, as he felt a sudden presence behind him.

“Hohoh, being able to tell my position is commendable, quite sharp sense for a mortal.” The voice chuckled.

The man materialized in front of Raith, towering over him with a pointed nose and long ears adorned with large, round golden earrings and nose rings. His eyes lacked pupils, and his teeth gleamed like gold. He wore white linen trousers reminiscent of ancient Arab attire, with a bare chest covered in blue runic tattoos.

As Raith examined the man, the stranger warned, “If you look at me for too long, it’ll hurt.”

whom!

“Argh!”

Just when the man spoke, Raith screamed and clutched his right eye which had erupted into a burst of blue flame before quickly disappearing. Blood flowed from his eye as he tried to contain the pain.

The man continued to smile, his lips pouting slightly as he stood before Raith.

Raith recoiled in shock and disbelief, staggering backward from the man who remained still with his arms crossed behind his back, his black metallic cuffs resembling weighted bangles on his wrists.

As Raith tried to compose himself, the man spoke again, his long fingers and black nails caressing his chin.

“Now that you’re closer, I can sense it more strongly from you…” he mused.

Raith grimaced, still reeling from the earlier burst of blue flame that had erupted from his eye.

” I am a sight that no mortal can behold, you are able to survive this long because of my degraded body.”

“Ah, damn…” Raith bowed his head in deference, avoiding direct eye contact with the enigmatic figure.

“It’s okay, it will hurt less…” ‘…What is that blue flame, I have never seen it happen?’ The man was left with perplexing questions as to what was that strange burst of blue flame. Even though he didn’t act like it, he had never experienced any situation like that before now.

“Ah, damnit. Tell me about Fel.” Raith demanded.

“You deserve that much. Fel, a friend, and a foe.”

“He’s an archon right?”

The man cocked his head immediately Raith spoke, “Don’t interrupt when I am talking” Raith gulped and held back the rest of his speech.

The man started to pace, “Where do I start… is it when that bastard came to Achaia, or when he decided to stab my brother in the back, when he destroy the three elemental planes, or when we found out that the bastard was a demon.” He paused and looked at Raith who had blacked out but hit back to reality two seconds later.

Raith was bleeding on his nose after waking up from the short blackout. .

“You don’t have enough intelligence to condone this much… I guess I have to start from the basis for you.”

Raith roughly cleaned the blood on his nose, leaving a stain as he slid his hand across his cheek.

“Thank you for the consideration, by the way… you are a celestial right?”

The man stood still looking at Raith after he mentioned celestial. After a moment, he spoke, “It seems you can bare enough to condone the word celestial… quite impressive.”

“O-okay?” Raith answered, with one brow raised, he wasn’t sure what that was going to imply.