Devastation

Boiling blood is all we needed to satisfy this event. A blood rich in wrath and power, that no meager mortal could harness. However, what happened to the sole truth behind life?

This blood ran its course through the one person no one thought of. An orphan, a young child clad in his memories for life and peace. He had forgotten what it meant to live, for harnessing this blood came many visions, yet these were not mere dreams.

They foretold the future. Others bridged the gap of creation by providing hints about repairing fractures that had appeared elsewhere.

This was not the intention of the creator. The author of worlds and stories hadn't planned for such a thing to happen. He simply saw creation as a game and decided to make it live.

No one could question his assertions, for he was the only one who knew the truth behind it all. He was the only one having power, that which was strong enough to return what he built to dust.

Yet his creation betrayed him, sowing the fragments of life in another. They reaped what they had not sowed. This broke the creator's heart, and he prided himself on destroying the very source of it.

The boy had to die. To him, only that was what mattered. For he simply saw his creation, mortals, as a bowl of flesh. He was proud of them at times, but sad and disgusted by their attitude in most.

The creator had grown bored, wanting to tear everything down. Yet his heart betrayed him, they cursed at him. Questioning him day and night about his reason to create if they wouldn't even live to the fullest.

After all, he had stolen time from them, leading them to be stingy, greedy, and dishonest. They thought of ways to escape their demise and killed one another to steal resources.

The belief of resources being the pride and source of happiness had risen, far more than expected. All due to his word, all due to the creator's yearning for order.

Now the one who creates wants to be the one who destroys? Never! His heart said to him many times, yet his mind deceived him and clawed endlessly to find an end to all his creation.

So creation betrayed him and planted a fragment of itself into another. His only hope, and also his demise was the young lad. In the orphanage, dear Catherine was adored. He ended it all, trying to wipe everything.

Although his heart saw no reason to kill the child. For it was its creation, and only that child could finally bring peace to reality. Hence it soothed the creator, leaving him helpless and causing him to retract his previous advances.

The mind did not give up but planted monsters and beasts. Rogue portals and wars among empires, species, and planets to destroy them. It swore it would end all creation, even if it can't do it on its own.

The heart of the creator, being so simple yet wise, planted the key to opening the power within that child. He grew without knowledge of it, yet to all nothing transpired.

His power grew in seclusion, waiting like a tiger hunting its prey. Lifting its head for a chance to pounce. Oh lo and behold, the chance was brought to light. As grandiose as it was, a sense of protection and justice had filled the little boy.

It engulfed Daniel's heart, raising him from the point of no return. His vision is blurry, yet no one needs a telescope to find an enemy. The enemy was right before him.

His enemy was clawing towards the direction of his family. The only two souls he cherished more than anything. Daniel stood his ground and shouted, ripping the chains off his inner beast and stood his ground.

The mafia boss turned in dismay and arrogance. He did not fret, because he knew he had the upper hand. At least, that is a lie he told himself.

The mafia boss ran towards Daniel, with the full strength of his fists, wanting to suppress the young lad with pure power. Yet it was to no avail.

Grandfather walked back, not realizing there was a different being within his midst. That was no longer the little boy he knew. His instincts played no tricks on him and exposed the truth to his nerves, popping out goosebumps.

* A god?? That can't be, he seems as regular as a human. Yet the vibe he gives off isn't that of a human or a beast. Truly mysterious yet impossible to achieve.*, the old man thought endlessly in awe.

The children looked ahead with teary eyes, but no one flinched. Not even for a second, because their faith was all they believed in. Their faith that he would defeat the mafia boss.

Their faith in him returning safe, after a job well done. So they bowed in respect, as the mafia boy ran towards Daniel. The two kids bowed towards the one who posed as their elderly brother for years.

They had no one to look up to, except him. They did not utter a word, they simply watched. Watched and believed, for even those who had not seen the progression of results had believed. In comparison, they are on a far greater scale.

Daniel pictured the blurry figure as his enemy and tried to raise his arms, yet nature fought its battle well. It succeeded in punishing a cheater and believed none could escape its grasp.

Of course. Nature is always right. You can never cheat nature, even if you want to. Nature always succeeds, and that is why you are told to sleep early so you can wake up early. Another is to Learn before writing exams.

You cannot expect to enter an exam hall without any idea of the paper and pass. No, never!! Nature would rather die than allow it to happen.

Nature was winning, as Daniel couldn't move his body and kept eating up fists of strength. The mafia boss blew his jaws sideways with pure force, showing his strength in every move.

Of course, nature supported him. Since he didn't cheat nature, it was right for that to happen. However nature had no idea, the stored energy was also a key to escape. Even if it was just for a moment.

That was all Daniel needed. So he received the punch with the utmost pride. His vision is still blurry, but his pride and justice are above all. The flames of his yearning for protection burned higher as he saw the three shadows behind the mafia boss.

Daniel grinned his teeth, putting everything into that one punch. He took in a straight jab to the rib, causing him to cough blood. Yet he stood still, he didn't fall. That was his pride, his love for his family was on the line.

The life of his two friends and siblings, with the memories the orphanage left him, didn't want to die there. They held his shoulder, pushing him to lean forth and throw the punch.

In all honesty, and extreme bravado. The beauty of art manifested before the eyes of mortals, his eyes lit white for a moment. The strings of life oozed through the gaps of his fist, and the winds of the North lent its breath.

Daniel's fist smashed through the head of the mafia boss, breaking his skull and the ground. His head was borrowed deep into the ground, and the crevices of impact served as a witness.

Daniel stood head high, but everything became dark, he knew he had lost consciousness. Yet he was glad, for that was one hell of a punch.

Thud!!