OverconfidentMagi
Laugh Like You've Won Always
400 Years Ago
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Every soul fighting on the ground knew instantly the moment she arrived. The midday sky shifted from blue to crimson as a glowing magic circle formed and grew to span from horizon to far horizon. The amount of magic it would take to form such a magic circle, let along power whatever magic the circle itself invoked, was unimaginable. If it was any other creature it would be impossible. But for her it was to be expected. The Devil Amiya had arrived.⸸
She hung in the air over the battlefield, motionless besides the occasional flick of her long tail. Her golden snake-like eyes scanned the fighting going on down below, narrowing as soon as she spotted a human surrounded by a sickening amount of magical power. A Hero. The demons fighting for her could deal with humans, but heroes were beyond them. Those she had to deal with herself. She created a spear in her right hand and threw it. The hero's blessings warned it of the incoming attack, but they were clearly a newer hero, not yet used to blindly obeying when their blessings told them to move. The spear obliterated the hero and surrounding ground. The next hero was smart enough to move the instant his blessings warned him that an attack was coming, but she'd seen which direction he'd dodge to. The spear had struck there instead, killing the hero instantly. She was able to wipe out a dozen more heroes safely by launching spears down at them. Even from such a distance she wasn't so incompetent as to miss. Knowing an attack was coming meant little if they still couldn't avoid being struck.
Finally a hero capable of waging a battle in the sky appeared. Some hero with a glowing golden spear that called lightning forcing her to move. He was better than the ones down below, able to dance through the sky with her for a short time before dying. She returned to observing the battle. The battle had grown messy, demons and humans all mixed up as they tried killing one another. There weren't many heroes left surrounded by just humans. She couldn't keep attacking from range without wiping out demons as well. Her black wings snapped shut as she dove into the battle herself.
Her landing formed a crater, blowing away humans and demons alike. Her tail lashed out to finish off the former before their bodies even fell, and the demons had been healed by her power just as quickly. "Do not die. Fight and win." Her voice echoed across the battlefield and through the minds of her demon soldiers, spurring them to keep fighting. The hero was before her. She did not know what blessings or weapon this one held, but it did not matter. She closed the distance in an instant. The hero's blessing warned them in time to twist around and swing their weapon, a hammer, at the incoming devil. She caught the weapon in her left hand, and the meeting of her cursed hand and the blessed weapon caused a terrible screeching sound that drove both hero and devil back. The devil lunged again, this time catching the hero with her tail and disrupting their counterattack for a fraction of a second. This time her left hand caught the hero in the stomach. The hero's body broke apart into dust. The blessed weapon fell to the ground, where she was forced to leave it. She couldn't touch the thing. So she blasted a crater around it, at the very least delaying the next human from picking it up.
The Devil tore through the battlefield killing one hero after another. Very few heroes gave her trouble. Most were new to being a hero and hadn't had the time to accumulate enough blessings and get used to using them and their weapon. Seeing such dangerous things used to carelessly by humans infuriated her, but all she could do was kill each hero as she found them.
The sound of shattering glass cut through the sounds of battle for a moment. The devil searched for the source with her eyes that could see everything. It was in the sky. Her magic circle that had been pulling power from the world to empower her soldiers was cracked. It looked like something had broken the sky itself. She took to the air and searched. Her eyes could see everything near and far, even the sickening light of blessings surrounding the heroes spread throughout the battlefield, but surrounded by the chaos of battle it took even her a moment to find one specific person among hundreds of thousands.
The hero spotted her first, and the devil's wing was shattered like glass. She turned and found him, the hero Lucas. He held his blessed weapon at his side, Glascar, the glass blade that shattered anything and everything as if it was fragile as glass. He was meeting her gaze despite the distance between them being too far for a human to see, likely one of his many blessings. Lucas had survived multiple campaigns against different devils, his blessings likely numbered in the hundreds. The devil's gaze changed into a glare that would have instantly killed most living creatures, but the hero didn't even flinch. He swept his sword across the battlefield and ended the lives of dozens of demons that had surrounded him, their bodies shattering apart as they fell. The devil flew at him enraged.
The hero Lucas held the devil's gaze even as he felt his blessings breaking one after another from the death pouring through the connection. This was the last devil. He would show her respect as he killed her. When he was forced to repel the demons that threatened to surround him, the devil used that distraction to move. The rise he was standing atop blew apart as the devil smashed into the ground rather than coming directly at him. The hero jumped back to stable footing, only for the devil's tail to catch his leg and drag him back. He couldn't see through the dust and dirt thrown up, but it seemed that she had no such problem. All at once the hero's blessings warned him of incoming danger. A punch? Out of the dust came the devil's fist. All of his blessings were telling him to not let that touch him no matter what. A desperate sweep of his sword shattered the ruined ground beneath them both even further, barely enough of a disruption for that cursed left hand to open next to his head instead of in his face. Demons and humans alike behind him were reduced to dust in an instant. No amount of blessings would protect him from that instant-death power. At least that's what the chill he felt seemed to say. He didn't plan on finding out.
He saw the tail when it came a second time, and he shattered it easily, keeping his guard up for the devil to follow-up with another attack, but it didn't come. She'd hidden in the dust cloud again. His blessing warned him of magic being used, so the hero spun around. It was one of the demons he'd cut down before, somehow now preparing to launch magic at him. What was this? Another of the devil's tricks? The devil struck the moment he was forced to move his blade to cut through the incoming attack magic and the demon casting it. She kicked him with enough force that a dozen of his blessings were broken to keep his body together. But that meant he wasn't hurt and could retaliate instantly. The devil had raised her cursed hand to finish off the hero, not expecting him to be completely fine after taking such a powerful hit. She cried out in shock as the hero's blade shattered the air between them, catching her raised arm in its unreasonable power. She clutched her ruined arm and gave chase. She sacrificed her other wing to the hero's next attack in order to get close before pulling all of the magical energy she'd gathered in the now-broken magical circle above down on top of herself and the hero. She could survive this, she was immortal, but no matter how many blessings the hero had, he would die if she killed him constantly. The magic rained down. Instead of protecting himself, the hero used their closeness to shatter her left arm again, which she'd already restored and had been about to use to kill him.
The hero and devil fought under a rain of deadly magical spears. At some point the hero had closed his eyes, relying solely on his blessings and luck to continue avoiding the spears, while the devil continued to attack him with whichever limb had regenerated after being shattered again and again. Her body was continuously shattered by the hero's weapon and stabbed by her own magical spears, but her immortality kept restoring her over and over. Meanwhile the hero appeared untouched, his blessings breaking to protect him each time he would have died. Their battle lasted only minutes, until finally the devil found an opening. Her cursed left hand grazed the shoulder of the hero's sword arm, reducing it to dust. She must have thought she'd won just then, but the hero caught his sword as it dropped with his other hand and stabbed the point into the devil's chest. Her body shattered with the sound of the whole world breaking.
8 Years Ago
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The king summoned his children to dine with him. This was highly unusual. He was a father that rarely acknowledged, let alone interacted with, his children. But now they were all gathered at one table to share a meal. It was awkward, not pleasant at all. The king did not know his children, so they had little to genuinely talk about. But he was speaking to them, more than he'd done before. At the end of the meal there was a toast, "to kingdom and to blood", and all of the children drank. It was a nasty dark drink that burned going down, but none dared complain. Only the king drank alcohol.
After the children had imbibed the devil blood and spasmed onto the floor and fallen unconscious, the king stood. "Take them," he ordered. Servants and staff rushed into the hall, gathering up the children to spirit them away. The king was a tall man with a stern face and cold blue eyes. After watching his children be taken away for the last time, he stood by the window and watched his oldest one. He'd nobly fallen in battle, and now those invaders has his body burning outside the castle just to send a message the king was already aware of. He was not an idiot. He knew this was the end for himself and the kingdom he'd given everything to guard. The invaders would soon breach the castle and capture him so he could be publicly executed. He wouldn't give them that satisfaction though. The king took his sword from where he'd had it displayed on the wall of his chamber.
The queen was waiting in the gallery when he returned. She didn't say anything, she just sat and drank the most expensive tea she'd been saving for some special day. That special day hadn't come, so she'd decided to drink it now. There was a bottle of hard spirits on the floor next to her feet as well, no doubt for after the tea. The king had many regrets when it came to his wife. It had been a political marriage, and though they tried they'd never entirely been in love. They'd given up trying after some years, but he still wished he'd been able to make her happier.
"Have you seen Silver?"
The queen raised her cup towards the window. Silver must be out on the balcony. Without him noticing the weather had changed, the grey clouds had opened up and begun to dump their contents over the city. Perhaps some god had taken notice of events down below and decided to fit the mood. The king found Silver standing outside on the balcony as he'd expected. She was completely drenched from the rain. It didn't seem to bother her at all, so he didn't bother commenting. She was staring intently where her son had been burning. The rain had extinguished the flames and obscured seeing what remained, but her eyes hadn't moved from that place. He left her without saying anything.
Just those two. The woman he'd married and the mother of many of his children. Everyone else had left already, either fled on their own or ordered out.
His children would survive this. They would be forced into hiding and hunted for his crimes, but because they were his he knew they were strong and smart enough to survive. Even if a few were found and killed, he'd sent them each somewhere far from the others, so some would make it. He had to think so.
The invaders breached the castle, only to find the king was waiting for them. He might be well past his prime and just one man, not even a hero, but he'd once been a skilled knight himself. The Tyrant King personally killed a dozen knights before dying in battle. His wife the queen was found in the next room already dead from poison. And thus the Kingdom of Arro fell.
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