Requiem Of A Failed Hero

The Fenrir was a horror that shouldn’t belong to the lower realm. Every fiend knows the legend of that creature. Just like the demons, the Fenrir was a fiend that was birthed within the abyss and was the only one left in the abyss even after the demons were expunged.

But after several years, the Fenrir suddenly came out of the abyss of its own will–wishing to be united with its brothers and sisters. But was rejected due to jealousy.

It was no news that the abyss preferred fenrir to the others maybe it was due to his nature as a wolf. A big white wolf that when he stood on all fours, his back almost touching the sky.

But when the demons sought to kill Fenrir, he began to harbor hatred for everything that the abyss has ever created–this hatred prevented it from going into the abyss.

And the Fenrir turned from the abyss best creation to the abyss worst creation–his furs turned black and his eyes which used to seek love began to exude hatred.

Raith’s body toppled as it was carelessly dropped from the top of the dungeon– the body journeyed all the way from the top to the underground which was over 20 ft.

The toppling sound which was accompanied by the sound of his bones breaking and limbs twisting made the Fenrir’s red fiery eyes open.

It gazed at the new entrant and growled with its lowest octave, but still trembled the stones on the ground.

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Raith’s heart resumed breathing and his eyes opened. Instantly he arched up his back and sat up.

Looking at the messages he received as he died.

He couldn’t help but notice that it took time for him to wake up this time again.

And his body consumed everything that was around him because Devourer activated the moment he died.

“What is going on with this perk?”

Raith mumbled as he opened the perk information of Devourer.

[Devourer(EX)lv.1]

– You have the tendency to devour something.

– If you die in certain states—the perk will automatically be activated.

– Due to the effect of the shadow lord attribute, the perk has been amplified.

>Sub-perk[Stomach(R)lv.1]

– This perk was created by the effect of shadow lord attributes. You can store shadow egos.

– Slot: 03

– Stored egos: 01

Raith rubbed his chin.

“I didn’t notice it before but all the skills have level now. I can level up… by implication of meaning alone it seems this means I can rise in number… but I have never heard this of any hero. Why are things I have never heard of happening to me?”

Raith’s question was answered by a low growl that catapulted goosebumps all through his skin.

Raith’s head flung towards his side where that red fiery eye was—staring at him with patience and exuding hatred and—

[You have sensed an incredible amount of murderous intent]

“Yes!”

ROOOOAAAAAARRRGGHHHHH

The big bad wolf let out a grandiose hoot that shook the underground and even reached the top–the floor vibrated and the soldiers took it for a good sign and proceeded to their post, laughing away.

GULP

Raith swallowed his spit after he was almost swept away by the breeze of the Fenrir’s roar.

The creature stood up and its height kept rising before Raith’s eyes till Raith had to look up for their eyes to meet.

[Trial Of The Shadow Lord]

– You are on the path to becoming chosen of the abyss. With certain anomalies, the abyss has thought of speeding things up and unlocking the attribute of the shadow lord. The Fenrir is the abyss’s best creature–however, the creature has lost his value and now seeks and breeds hatred. Defeat the Fenrir and make it your first shadow summon.

– Quest Reward: Title: Shadow Lord.

“Oh great… just great.”

Raith lamented as the abyss made things worse for him.

“And what the hell does he mean by due to certain anomalies!”

GRRRRGHHH

The Fenrir’s forelimbs drifted through the ground, smacking Raith and smashing him onto the wall of the underground. His body fell to the ground.

The Fenrir paused and looked down. A portion of its feet was already melting.

whish

Using his claws he quickly cut that part and was left with three limbs but that was not a limitation.

Before Raith could move the Fenrir smashed its body into where Raith’s body was–crushing everything.

[You have died]

[Level Up]

[You have gained 4 stats points]

The Fenrir retreated and sat on the ground, licking the leg he had previously cut. Bit by bit the leg began to grow until it was whole again.

He then rested his head on his crossed forelimbs thinking the fight had come to a quick end.

But the stones that crumbled on Raith’s body began to move. Raith flung up.

‘It seems the skill didn’t activate this time. I was expecting it to activate though.’

Raith opened his palm.

“Let’s do this!!”

He shouted—

[You are using skill ‘Air Leap’]

His body lunged into the air–projecting him to the top of the surprised Fenrir. He landed on its fur and the Fenrir began a sudden dance. Shaking and flipping trying to shake Raith off its back.

Raith held on tight, resisting and enduring the turmoil that came with this rough ride, the dizziness, the instability, the turning of his stomach that was very hungry–all sorts, but Raith stayed through to the end.

The Fenrir finally seeing that Raith was still there, ran into a wall and smashed his back on the wall.

–moments before his body smashed the wall…

[You are using skill ‘Instant Move’] ．𝗻𝐞𝘁

[Your speed will increase by 10%]

Raith shifted forward in a jiffy, grabbing the Fenrir’s neck fur and holding on tightly as the Fenrir smashed itself on the wall repeatedly. Breaking and crashing the wall over and over again.

The entire castle was beginning to feel the impact because the cave that housed Fenrir was where this castle was built upon. The darkness might mistake anyone to thinking the cave was small and tight for the Fenrir but the cave was very big–because it needed to accommodate the Fenrir’s size. So, it was incredibly big.

And it was the demon’s plan to dispose of him and take him away from their sight. While he has been buried in the lower realms for thousands of years they have built Felfhiem and made it a world that could rival that of the humans in terms of civilization and growth.

The Fenrir jumped and flipped his body, slamming his whole back to the ground and causing a tremor that began to sink the walls and lower grounds of the castle.

Fiends that were maids and servants began to run around as an earthquake suddenly broke out in rooms and grounds.

“What is going on?!!”

The castle lord cried as he stormed out of his room having felt the tremor. The commander immediately met him before he reached the end of the hallway.

“Sir, we fed the Fenrir…”

“You fed the Fenrir?”

He asked, pausing and looking back at the commander whose explanation wasn’t adding up.

“Yes, the food must have tasted bad.”

The castle lord lifted one of his eyebrows and looked down at the commander. Aside from a broken horn that sat in the middle of his head, the man’s features were just like a human’s except for his glittering complexion and scales instead of skin.

“This is not the first time that the Fenrir has been fed so why is it making a fuss?!!”

The tone of his voice demanded immediate answers but the commander couldn’t provide any.

He just stuttered and said what he knew.

“It was–it was—it was the–the human Volmak brought.”

“Volmak? Human? Why did I not hear of this?”

The lord asked turning back fully to face the commander. Who kept his head bowed.

“He died before we could bring him to your front.”

“And Volmak?”

“He is being held in a comfortable cell.”

“Whether it is comfortable or not. Why is Volmak being held in a cell? If it is Volmak why didn’t you bring him to me immediately?!!”

The lord’s voice rose again and made the commander bow his head further below.

“I am so sorry, I shall bring him to you now!!”

“No! I will go and see him. Take me to him.”

He demanded.

The commander’s eyes widened.

‘Shit, Volmak is not in a comfortable cell. What do I do?!!’

His mind screamed and searched for answers as he led the lord in silence but he found none. All he could do was squirm in the sorrow of how much trouble he is in today and furtherly nurture his hatred towards Volmak.

‘That damn Volmak, this is because of him. Shit shit shit shit shit…’

He cried as the walls and floors of the castle trembled even harder.

They got to the cell where Volmak was and it was empty, the iron bars of the cell looked like someone tore them apart with pure strength.

The Lord looked into the cell and could see the bones of prisoners who had died inside this place. He very much knew that this was the lowest level of cell and criminals that were brought here always end up forgotten and would die of hunger and would even rot away and still not be remembered.

He looked at the commander.

“Come here maggot”