Requiem Of A Failed Hero

The Sword Archon embodied the essence of a sword in every bit of his being. Though he didn’t physically manifest a sword in every part, he carried its very principle inside and outside of him.

With the ability to manifest the sharpness and cutting edge of a sword to an astonishing degree, there seemed to be no limits to how far, deep, and fast he could cut through things. He had even achieved the remarkable feat of cutting through space, a triumph reserved for only a few exceptional sword masters.

Raith remained astonished, torn between his desire to confront the Archon and the potential cost he might suffer.

He sighed and placed his hands on his hips shaking his head with a soft chuckle. This chuckle caught the attention of the Archons, leaving them wondering what he found amusing.

“You have the luxury to laugh. The next time I won’t miss it.”

Raith looked up, he was still smiling as he responded to the sword archon.

“You can try, but you can never touch me.”

The sword archon slowly turned to him, “foolish human.”

In the end, even a celestial being like you is a slave to his desires. And I happen to be a master of one of the seven deadly desires,” Raith replied confidently, leaving the Archons momentarily perplexed before they grasped the concept he was referring to.

As Raith continued to talk and giggle, the Archons struggled to comprehend the situation. However, they soon understood, for it was not a concept entirely foreign to them

Amidst giggling and shuddering shoulders, Raith finally composed himself, a wide, gallant smile still adorning his face.

“This is going to be so enjoyable,” he murmured, raising his head, the red part of his heterochromia eyes glowing.

“Activate unique skill, Greed!” he commanded.

As the skill was activated, nothing visibly changed, but notifications appeared to signal its activation.

[Congratulations, you have brought a higher existence under your dominion]

[You have gained +10 will stat for that]

[All your stats have increased by +10]

[The sword archon is under the influence of greed]

[The hound archon is under the influence of greed]

[As the ruler of greed they will all be under your influence for 240 seconds]

“What?! There’s a time limit?” Raith glared irritated at the last notification that appeared.

[Because of the level of existence, it will be hard to maintain the state of influence for a long time]

“Damn it!” Raith smacked his lips and observed the two Archons, now stationary and seemingly calm as the ocean.

He raised his hands into the air, vigorously gesturing and snapping his fingers, whistling a particular tune with the finesse of a maestro conducting a symphony. His entire being followed the rhythm he created – head, body, legs, and a grotesque smile adorned his face.

The disaster unfolded in the wake of his bizarre performance as the two Archons clashed, obliterating each other in a chaotic display of power. The Sword Archon unleashed its formless sword, while the Hound Archon brandished its gnashing teeth. The landscape trembled under the onslaught of destruction, explosions erupting in every direction, all choreographed to the movements of Raith’s swinging hands and snapping fingers.

With each snap, an explosion erupted in the corresponding direction. As he twirled and skillfully moved his legs, the Archons collided and crashed, creating new openings of destruction.

Curtis stood there, mouth agape, witnessing the astounding spectacle. He had just arrived and was now witnessing the chaotic symphony orchestrated by his wild brother, who rode atop his peculiar mount, coordinating a deadly performance with the two Archons as his ‘musical’ crew.

“What in the world?” Curtis’s voice trembled as shock materialized into words

The mythical mythehawk silently landed on a barren tree in the distance, cautious not to draw attention to whatever calamity unfolded ahead.

As Raith’s performance reached its climax, the intensity of the crashing grew exponentially. Massive craters marred the ground, the Sword Archon and Hound Archon sustaining severe injuries and cracks all over their celestial bodies.

There was no blood of any sort, of course, they were celestial, with different body formations from every other being.

With Raith’s allotted four minutes rapidly elapsing, he knew he had to take part in the play to bring it to a resounding conclusion.

This decision would showcase his exceptional skill and leave a lasting impression on the audience, sealing the success of this astonishing spectacle.

“Activate skill, Death Parade”

TZISSH

BOOOOOOMMM

A blinding white light engulfed the entire area as if an explosion far greater than the environment could contain had erupted and consumed everything.

In the aftermath, Raith stood in a triumphant pose, his hands spread wide. He perceived the white light as the enthusiastic applause and camera flash from an imaginary audience, lauding the excellence displayed in his extraordinary performance. If this were a competition, he was certain he would win any award offered.

He inhaled the dusty wind of destruction, relishing the scent, and exhaled, opening his eyes as the tumultuous surroundings gradually subsided to calmness.

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ting ｂ𝚍ｎｏ𝚟ｌ.

The messages came out relentlessly and kept ringing as Raith lifted his eyes to see two archons laying on the ground with a shattered body.

Though the messages kept coming, Raith refused to divert his attention, fully absorbing the magnitude of what he had accomplished.

“I killed two Archons, I fucking killed two Archons,” he repeated in disbelief.

While the fight had been decidedly one-sided due to the Archons’ envelopment in their own greed, it didn’t negate the fact that Raith had achieved the seemingly impossible – slaying two formidable foes. Yet, he knew it wouldn’t have been as effortless if they hadn’t succumbed to their desires.

This was what it meant to be a ruler, this was why they were feared because rulers were humans that were capable of using a scale of power that no existence in all the planes could resist.

The power of sins was one to truly be dreaded.

However, amidst Raith’s triumph, a series of warning messages flashed before him:

[Warning!!!]

[Warning!!!]

[Warning!!!]

[Two beings detected]

[Identifying beings…]

[They are charging at you at the speed of light from millions of light-years away]

[Identifying beings…]

[Identification may take a while because of the distance]

[Identifying beings…]

[Beings identified!]

[Take cover, Angels are coming for you!!]