Chapter 2
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Interlude 2
Grants breath came out in puffs of white vapor as he staggered through the tight alleys. The axe in his hand grew heavier with every step and his body groaned with every movement. Blood trickled from dozens of cuts that lined his body, soaking into his clothes and turning them stiff in the cold.
He pressed his back to a cracked gray wall. A Soothound skittered, its body slamming into the wall opposite to him. Grants axe flashed as the monster leapt at him. More blood splattered across him as the two halves of the monster thumped to the ground beside him.This chapter was first shared on the Ñøv€lß1n platform.
Theres no goddamn end to these creatures. Grant spat on the monsters corpse, pushing away from the wall and staggering deeper into the alleys. Hed killed hundreds of the monsters at this point, but there was just no end to them. Never should have taken this damn job.
Three more of the creatures sprinted out of the alley in front of him. Grant thrust his hand forward, spending more of his dwindling energy to send three lances of light through the creatures. They tumbled across each other, and he stepped over their bodies.
He desperately needed to find somewhere to rest, but the alleyways were like an endless maze. Backtracking his steps was impossible, no matter what he did, all that greeted him were alleys. Alleys and Soothounds.
Grant bent over, resting a palm on his knees as he drew ragged breaths. Another Soothound leaped at him as soon as his gaze was averted. He growled, batting the monster out of the air with the back of his hand and bringing his axe down on top of it, silencing the dogs yelp of pain.
Hello? Grant called. Is anyone here?
The man uncrossed his legs and walked across the air until his feet were properly situated below him. Grants skin prickled and he drew on what little remained of his Essence, empowering his eyes to peer at the mans aura.
A black wave of Essence slammed down on Grant and he screamed as he was slammed to the ground by the sheer pressure of the mans presence. He forced his Essence away before his retinas were crushed by the overwhelming force.
Y-youre a God, Grant stammered. He pressed his forehead to the ground, not daring to look back up. I was just on a job to find a missing Imp. I swear, I meant no offense. I must have somehow stumbled into your domain.
So many ties, the man murmured, as if Grants words hadnt even reached his ears. So much debt.
Grant swallowed, his cracked and dry throat aching. He didnt dare speak unless the man addressed him. The Soothounds in pursuit of him had stopped, but Grant didnt blame them. He would have taken his chances in the alleys had he possessed the sense to check the mans strength before approaching.
You will suffice, the man said. Grant felt the last vestiges of his strength vanish as what felt like a string attached to his head and dragged him upright. His limbs dangled helplessly at his sides and he stared into the two, pitch black voids of the Gods eyes. The Old City accepts your offering as payment for the karmic debt that you ensured within it. Approach the afterlife with the knowledge that your meaningless life now has worth.
The God ran a long, slender finger across Grants jawline, tracing a line down to his chest. Darkness encroached on the edges of Grants vision. His body creaked as it started to bend and warp.
Grant couldnt even scream. His vision turned to a pinpoint. The last thing he saw was his axe its black, gnarled wood handle and polished metal head glimmering as gold light poured off his body. Then he was no more.
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Interlude 2
Grants breath came out in puffs of white vapor as he staggered through the tight alleys. The axe in his hand grew heavier with every step and his body groaned with every movement. Blood trickled from dozens of cuts that lined his body, soaking into his clothes and turning them stiff in the cold.
He pressed his back to a cracked gray wall. A Soothound skittered, its body slamming into the wall opposite to him. Grants axe flashed as the monster leapt at him. More blood splattered across him as the two halves of the monster thumped to the ground beside him.This chapter was first shared on the Ñøv€lß1n platform.
Theres no goddamn end to these creatures. Grant spat on the monsters corpse, pushing away from the wall and staggering deeper into the alleys. Hed killed hundreds of the monsters at this point, but there was just no end to them. Never should have taken this damn job.
Three more of the creatures sprinted out of the alley in front of him. Grant thrust his hand forward, spending more of his dwindling energy to send three lances of light through the creatures. They tumbled across each other, and he stepped over their bodies.
He desperately needed to find somewhere to rest, but the alleyways were like an endless maze. Backtracking his steps was impossible, no matter what he did, all that greeted him were alleys. Alleys and Soothounds.
Grant bent over, resting a palm on his knees as he drew ragged breaths. Another Soothound leaped at him as soon as his gaze was averted. He growled, batting the monster out of the air with the back of his hand and bringing his axe down on top of it, silencing the dogs yelp of pain.
Hello? Grant called. Is anyone here?
The man uncrossed his legs and walked across the air until his feet were properly situated below him. Grants skin prickled and he drew on what little remained of his Essence, empowering his eyes to peer at the mans aura.
A black wave of Essence slammed down on Grant and he screamed as he was slammed to the ground by the sheer pressure of the mans presence. He forced his Essence away before his retinas were crushed by the overwhelming force.
Y-youre a God, Grant stammered. He pressed his forehead to the ground, not daring to look back up. I was just on a job to find a missing Imp. I swear, I meant no offense. I must have somehow stumbled into your domain.
So many ties, the man murmured, as if Grants words hadnt even reached his ears. So much debt.
Grant swallowed, his cracked and dry throat aching. He didnt dare speak unless the man addressed him. The Soothounds in pursuit of him had stopped, but Grant didnt blame them. He would have taken his chances in the alleys had he possessed the sense to check the mans strength before approaching.
You will suffice, the man said. Grant felt the last vestiges of his strength vanish as what felt like a string attached to his head and dragged him upright. His limbs dangled helplessly at his sides and he stared into the two, pitch black voids of the Gods eyes. The Old City accepts your offering as payment for the karmic debt that you ensured within it. Approach the afterlife with the knowledge that your meaningless life now has worth.
The God ran a long, slender finger across Grants jawline, tracing a line down to his chest. Darkness encroached on the edges of Grants vision. His body creaked as it started to bend and warp.
Grant couldnt even scream. His vision turned to a pinpoint. The last thing he saw was his axe its black, gnarled wood handle and polished metal head glimmering as gold light poured off his body. Then he was no more.
Interlude 2Grants breath came out in puffs of white vapor as he staggered through the tight alleys. The axe in his hand grew heavier with every step and his body groaned with every movement. Blood trickled from dozens of cuts that lined his body, soaking into his clothes and turning them stiff in the cold.He pressed his back to a cracked gray wall. A Soothound skittered, its body slamming into the wall opposite to him. Grants axe flashed as the monster leapt at him. More blood splattered across him as the two halves of the monster thumped to the ground beside him.This chapter was first shared on the Nvl1n platform.Theres no goddamn end to these creatures. Grant spat on the monsters corpse, pushing away from the wall and staggering deeper into the alleys. Hed killed hundreds of the monsters at this point, but there was just no end to them. Never should have taken this damn job.Three more of the creatures sprinted out of the alley in front of him. Grant thrust his hand forward, spending more of his dwindling energy to send three lances of light through the creatures. They tumbled across each other, and he stepped over their bodies.He desperately needed to find somewhere to rest, but the alleyways were like an endless maze. Backtracking his steps was impossible, no matter what he did, all that greeted him were alleys. Alleys and Soothounds.Grant bent over, resting a palm on his knees as he drew ragged breaths. Another Soothound leaped at him as soon as his gaze was averted. He growled, batting the monster out of the air with the back of his hand and bringing his axe down on top of it, silencing the dogs yelp of pain.Hello? Grant called. Is anyone here?The man uncrossed his legs and walked across the air until his feet were properly situated below him. Grants skin prickled and he drew on what little remained of his Essence, empowering his eyes to peer at the mans aura.A black wave of Essence slammed down on Grant and he screamed as he was slammed to the ground by the sheer pressure of the mans presence. He forced his Essence away before his retinas were crushed by the overwhelming force.Y-youre a God, Grant stammered. He pressed his forehead to the ground, not daring to look back up. I was just on a job to find a missing Imp. I swear, I meant no offense. I must have somehow stumbled into your domain.So many ties, the man murmured, as if Grants words hadnt even reached his ears. So much debt.Grant swallowed, his cracked and dry throat aching. He didnt dare speak unless the man addressed him. The Soothounds in pursuit of him had stopped, but Grant didnt blame them. He would have taken his chances in the alleys had he possessed the sense to check the mans strength before approaching.You will suffice, the man said. Grant felt the last vestiges of his strength vanish as what felt like a string attached to his head and dragged him upright. His limbs dangled helplessly at his sides and he stared into the two, pitch black voids of the Gods eyes. The Old City accepts your offering as payment for the karmic debt that you ensured within it. Approach the afterlife with the knowledge that your meaningless life now has worth.The God ran a long, slender finger across Grants jawline, tracing a line down to his chest. Darkness encroached on the edges of Grants vision. His body creaked as it started to bend and warp.Grant couldnt even scream. His vision turned to a pinpoint. The last thing he saw was his axe its black, gnarled wood handle and polished metal head glimmering as gold light poured off his body. Then he was no more.
