Long ago in a small village near the Kingdom of Arron to the borderline, there lived this boy who lost his mother since birth. He had lived with his father for his entire childhood and other kids mocked him for having so. His father was just a mere farmer and their village were slave of a certain someone. His father was occasionally beaten up by people sent by their master and that boy could only helplessly watch from a distance.
"Father, why don't you resist? You done nothing wrong,"
"Son, the world we lived in is an unfair world, no matter how righteous you are, they will still persecute you and have you dead if they feel so, this is our fate as slaves and we can't deny it,"
It wasn't the best interpretation a father could give but that was what he was taught from a young age too. This words gave the child a realization that in order to live in this world, you must be the better, you will need recognition from others and people to fear you. This develop something in him, a feeling named pride. One day, while he was walking down the path from the market till the village, he saw a man was beaten up and dragged away by few of the men that worked under the master.
"When you're gonna pay for your debt asshole?"
"Master won't be happy if you're ain't gonna pay up,"
"..."
"He doesn't seem to be talking, well then, let's just beat the shit out of him!"
The son stood there, dropping the items he is holding, he then fall onto his knees and wept, knowing that man is his father. After a while, the men dragged the man and walked towards the exit of the village. The boy hid behind the tree as he watched his father's lifeless body being carried away for his debt. Now that he lost both his parents, he could only live a lonely life being a slave, the father dearest to him is gone...
"Child, do you seek revenge?"
"...,no"
"But they beaten up your father,"
"Father also say that this is our life as a slave, the higher up are always the right even if they're wrong, we are not the one to decide,"
"..., then, do you want to be the higher up?"
"What?"
"Become the higher up, become the righteous even if you're not, they will listen to you no matter what,"
"..., how do I become one?"
"That's easy, all you need is to just accept the power of one so powerful even the higher up fear, that way you'll become even powerful than the higher up!"
Deep in the forest, while the child was gathering firewood to pass the winter, a man that wore a mask which have a drawing of a sun in red paint on it and a read cloak came out of the bush and talked to the child. As he was saying, he reached out his hand to the child with a crimson red orb casted on it.
"Go on, take the power, and you will be the greatest of them all,"
The child devoured by pride went on and touched that orb. Suddenly, The orb turned into red liquid and wrapped around the boy, then, the liquid went into the nose of the boy, preventing him from breathing. The child fell onto the ground as he struggled to breathe for the red liquid also went in his ears and mouth. He then loses his conscious and fell asleep in the forest. By dusk, he regained his conscious and walked out of the forest. As usual, the men came by and this time they were beating up an old man. The child now knowing he have power strong enough to make the higher up fear him, he dashed towards the man and blocked them from beating the old man.
"Huh? Brat, what are you doing here? Do you want to die?"
"Bow to me peasant, I am your master,"
"Huh? Does he know what is he talking?"
The men mocked him all together as the child pulled out a dagger his father used to have and strike one of the men's knee.
"Ow! damn you brat!"
That men punched the child in the face as blood bleeds down his nose. The child stood back up and shielded the old man to get punched by the man again. Then, all of them started kicking him.
"That should teach him a lesson, come on boys, let's go,"
The child looked up and crawled towards to the man. He grabbed the sleeve of the pants which the man noticed and he kicked him in the face.
"What the-"
The blood of the child slowly floated up and shot that man who kicked the child in the face. The man fell onto the ground and he started bleeding. More of the child's blood shot every men, leaving none of them behind. When the child got up, they were all dead with a blood bath on the ground. The crowd were in shock. Suddenly, the old man hugged the boy and thanked him. Slowly, everyone started cheering for the child which feeds his pride even more. The child went on to do more 'great' feat which he was praised even more and he is now known as one of the warlock of calamity, Enceladus Lauren.
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The scene is getting a bit tense as a cold sweat broke down on Raye. The warlock, Enceladus Lauren swayed his cloak to reveal a rapier attached to his clothe.
"You see, I'm quite the talented person and a perfectionist myself, I can use any type of weapons and this sword fit me well,"
He then draws out his sword and swipe his left palm on it, covering it with his blood. His blood on the rapier suddenly burst out a powerful mana that one could faint by it. Raye and Al stood strong as Al casted another buff attack and defense spell on Raye. The blood binds with the sword and turned it into crimson red.
"Let's fight as a knight, shall we?"
Enceladus held his sword straight and put his left hand behind his back which left Raye puzzled. Raye also did the same and they clashed with each other. Attacks from the warlock are powerful which led Raye to only be on defense. The warlock pushes his sword and it cut part of Raye's hair on the left side. Suddenly, blood started forming at the tip of the sword and it rushed towards Raye from behind, making a sneak attack. Raye dodges to the right, avoiding the attack. Al cast lighting spell to support Raye from behind. Raye leaped backwards to Al and try to make a plan with him.
"Al, we won't be able to make any effort if we were to keep fighting like this,"
"Crap...wait,"
Al suddenly remembered something. Something that could help them in this battle. The previous attack made by Raye and Al does not have effect at all. The warlock seems to be healing himself through his blood for the wound made by Al is completely gone.
"Well...there's one thing I never try yet..."
More blood float towards them in high speed. Before Raye could parry it with his sword, Al step forward and casted a magic used by priest and elf, that is---light magic.
Light magic was part of the foundation of healing magic. During the demon king reign, demon and other beasts would use black magic. Elf created two types of magic to fight off the evil, one of them is light magic, and the other is purification magic. Priest uses the formula that create light magic and fused it with their healing magic and hence the magic to heal people who were affected by black magic. While light magic were used by human, purification magic were only used by elf due to human does not have the magic energy or power to use it.
This time, the blood actually disintegrate instead of just dripping onto the ground.
"Seems that light magic works well against black magic, though it may not be as effective a purification magic, it still could help a bit,"
"Now now you're really pissing me off,"
The warlock swings his sword around and blood flow formed and wrapped around them. Al cast it away with light magic as Raye charge up for another attack.
"It'd be hard for us to kill him, I will have to use Excalibur on him,"
"That was your plan from the start wasn't it,"
"You see through me, though I doubt it will have any effect on him,"
"How about I imbued light magic into your attack?"
"I guess that would work, though I need to get a close range, and I'm almost out of mana,"
"We wouldn't know if we never try,"
Raye chuckled as he does a stance. Blood around the room float up and attack them. Al casted it away with light magic and create a path for Raye to get close with the warlock. The warlock slashes his sword to release more blood from it which Raye slashes them. Their sword clashed and clashed. At first, the warlock had the upper hand but slowly switches to Raye.
"No, you're not better than me, I'm far stronger than you, you will kneel down and worship me you asshole!"
Raye slashes his sword and strike the warlock's right hand which made his hand release the sword and fly away. Raye raised his sword up high and yelled:
"Excalibur!"
He slashes the warlock's body in half. Blood splattered as he fall onto the ground. The blood stop moving due to the light magic imbued in Raye's attack. Raye swings his sword which the blood on it splatters onto the ground.
"Looks like the match is over, accept defeat Warlock Enceladus Lauren!"
Raye pointed his sword at the warlock's face. For a while, everything went silent until the warlock let out a laugh and a devilish smirk on his mouth.
"Fool, did you really think that attack of yours would kill me?"
Raye startled but returned to his stance.
"Your attack was weak! You seriously thought you can defeat me with that flimsy attack of yours? He he he he he.....HA HAHAHAHA....!"
The warlock let out a hysterical laugh as the blood of his left side of the body that was slashed off started forming together. The blood formed into an arm and it choked Raye. Raye fell onto the ground as he was being boiled at the neck. The temperature of the blood arm was intensely high which Raye also spat out blood on his own. his ears started bleeding and blood rushes through his eyes and nose. The blood on the ground bonded Al's leg as he dropped his mini staff. Al was being poisoned and Raye was being boiled alive. The blood slowly covers them. The warlock uses his other arm and reached out for his wand in his cloak and pointed it at Raye. A mini magic circle casted at the tip of the wand as Raye choked by his blood.
"Why do you fight with a confidence? You must be a fool to feel so,"
"A m-man o-once told me, that I must fight with p-pride, pride as in acknowledging that I-i'm up against you, while no one else dared to do so,"
"Well spoken, it was nice fighting you, but in the end, I always stood at the top and the lower will bow to me,"
As they were at the brink of death, a sudden reaction filled with mana covered the whole room, not just the room, but the whole Kingdom of Sahhara. The warlock suddenly can't use his magic and Raye and Al's pain were instantly removed at once.
"We're saved..."
"What is this magic? Wait, this magic could be none other than the Perfect Mage's himself!"