The Flaming Rage of Acturion

ACT 1. DEVASTATION RECOVERY

Once upon a time, in a small village called Xythor, nestled deep in the dense forest, there lived a wise and just village leader named Acturion. The villagers of Xythor were known for their simple and peaceful way of life, and they were content living in harmony with nature.

However, their tranquility was shattered one fateful night, when hundreds of monstrous men led by a brutal warlord named Vaelthor attacked their village, leaving nothing but devastation in their wake. The houses were burnt to the ground, and the streets were littered with the dead bodies of men, women, and infants. The wounded survivors cried out in agony, begging for help and mercy.

Amidst the chaos, one of the villagers, a middle-aged man named Sanndor, approached Acturion with a desperate plea. He begged Acturion to end his life, for he could not bear the thought of living in constant fear and uncertainty. Vaelthor and his men had attacked Xythor several times before, and Sanndor feared that they would return again and again to destroy everything they had worked so hard to build.

Acturion was taken aback by Eryndor's plea, but he understood the man's despair. He gently placed a hand on Eryndor's shoulder and said, "My friend, I understand your fear and your pain. But giving up is not the answer. We must keep fighting, keep living, and keep hope alive. We cannot let these monsters break our spirits."

Sanndor looked up at Acturion, his eyes filled with tears. "But how can we fight against them? We are just simple farmers and hunters. We have no weapons, no army, no power."

Acturion smiled at him and said, "We may be simple, but we are not weak. We have something that Vaelthor and his men do not have - a strong sense of community and brotherhood. We have each other. And together, we can overcome any obstacle."

The other villagers who had gathered around them nodded in agreement, their faces filled with determination. They knew that Acturion was right. They could not give up now. They had to keep fighting for their homes, their families, and their way of life.

And so, Acturion rallied his people, and they began to rebuild their village from the ashes. They worked tirelessly day and night, repairing the houses, tending to the wounded, and burying the dead. They also began to fortify their village, building walls and gates to protect themselves from future attacks.

ACT 2. GOD IS DEAF

As Acturion and his wife, Zephirauna, sat in their small hut, the tension between them was palpable. Zephirauna was filled with anger and desperation, and she could no longer keep it inside. "Acturion," she burst out, "what kind of leader are you? Our daughter was raped by those monsters, and you did nothing to stop it. You cannot protect your own family, how can you protect the village?"

Acturion felt humiliated and hurt by his wife's words. He tried to reason with her, "Zephirauna, please, I am doing everything I can to protect our family and the village. This is not just about us, it's about all of our people. We cannot give up now."

But his words only seemed to make things worse. Zephirauna was hysterical, and Acturion felt powerless to calm her down. They argued back and forth, their words filled with frustration, anger, and pain.

Eventually, Zephirauna broke down in tears. Acturion felt a pang of guilt and sadness as he saw her pain. He knew she was hurting just as much as he was. He apologized for the fight and tried to convince her that they should surrender to God's Will. "We have to trust in God's plan, Zephirauna. He is testing us to make us stronger."

But Zephirauna was not convinced. "God has done nothing for us," she argued. "We have been robbed five times already. He is deaf to our cries for help."

Zephirauna looked at him with tear-filled eyes, and though she didn't say anything, He looked up at Zephirauna, and with a heavy heart, again, he said, "I don't have all the answers, my love. But I do know that we have to keep fighting. We cannot give up now. We have to trust in God's plan, even when we don't understand it." She, then, stood and left him alone.

Acturion felt a deep sadness as he looked down. He knew his wife was in pain, and he felt powerless to help her. He didn't argue back, but instead took a moment of silence to pray. "God, why have you left us in this desperation? What is your plan for us? Please help us."

Days turned into weeks, and weeks turned into months. The village slowly recovered from the devastation that Vaelthor and his monstrous men had brought upon them. But despite their best efforts to rebuild their homes and their lives, tragedy continued to strike. Three more times, Vaelthor and his men returned to raid the village, leaving more death and destruction in their wake.

Acturion felt his resolve begin to crumble. He had done everything he could to lead his people and protect them from harm, but nothing seemed to work. It was as if God had turned a deaf ear to their cries for help.

One day, as Acturion sat alone in his hut, he could no longer hold back his frustration and despair. He cried out to God, "Why have you forsaken us? We have suffered so much, and still, you do nothing to help us. Are you really deaf, God? Have you abandoned us?"

He felt a deep sense of hopelessness as he sat in silence, waiting for an answer that never came. It was then that he realized that he had lost his faith in God. He no longer believed that God was listening or that he cared about their suffering.

As he sat in his hut, lost in thought, Zephirauna entered quietly. She could see the pain and anguish on her husband's face and knew that he was struggling with his faith. She sat down beside him and took his hand, silently offering her support.

For a long time, they sat together in silence, lost in their thoughts and their pain. It was then that Acturion realized that even though he had lost his faith in God, he still had his love for Zephirauna and his people. He knew that they had to keep fighting, even if it seemed hopeless.

He turned to Zephirauna and said, "I may have lost my faith in God, but I have not lost my faith in you, my love. We will find a way to survive this, together."

Zephirauna smiled at him, a glimmer of hope returning to her eyes. "Together," she repeated, squeezing his hand. "We will find a way."

ACT 3. A FAVORABLE STRANGER

As Acturion and his wife were preparing to sleep that evening, there was a knock on the door. Acturion opened the door and saw a traveler in a robe.

"Good evening, sir. May I help you?" Acturion asked.

"I am just passing through, and I was hoping I could stay for the night," the stranger replied.

Acturion and his wife offered the stranger food and a place to sleep. After dinner, Acturion and the stranger had a conversation.

"I have lost hope in God," Acturion said. "Our village has been robbed repeatedly by Vaelthor's men. They come back every time we manage to rebuild. We have lost so many lives and everything we have worked hard for. We have prayed to God for help, but he seems to have turned a deaf ear to our pleas. I have lost hope in God, and I don't know what else to do."

The stranger replied, "That is a good start. Losing faith in God can open up new possibilities."

Acturion was surprised by the stranger's response. "What do you mean?" he asked.

"I know what's in your heart, Acturion. I know what you've been through. I can offer you a way out of your troubles," the stranger said.

Acturion was intrigued. "Who are you?"

The stranger replied, "My name is Zrythexen."

Acturion asked where Zrythexen came from, but the stranger simply replied, "I live in every human's heart. I am here to offer you a way to solve your problem. I have the book of 100 demons, and I can give it to you."

Acturion was puzzled. "Demons? I'm not sure I understand."

Zrythexen replied boldly, "Yes, demons. They are powerful beings that can help you in your time of need. With this book, you can summon a demon that can help you defeat Vaelthor's men and protect your village."

Acturion leaned back, "I don't know. I don't think I want to deal with demons."

Zrythexen leaned forward and said, "Think about it, Acturion. You have lost everything. You have nothing left to lose. This is a chance to take back what is rightfully yours. All you have to do is follow the instructions on the parchment that I will leave for you in the morning. It's up to you to decide. You'll be amazed at what you can do with it afterward."

Zrythexen said he would leave a parchment with instructions in the morning before he left. Then, he said he needed to sleep. Acturion thanked Zrythexen and they went to bed.

As they lay in bed, Acturion's wife expressed her concern. "I don't like this stranger, Acturion. He gives me an uneasy feeling."

Acturion reassured his wife. "Don't worry, dear. He is just passing through. We will be fine."

After a few moments of silence, Acturion spoke up. "I have never told anyone this before, but I feel like I have lost my faith in God."

His wife was shocked. "What? How could you say that?"

"I just feel like God has abandoned us. We have been robbed so many times, and nothing seems to change. Maybe this book of demons could help us," Acturion said.

His wife was scared. "No, Acturion! Don't even think about it. Demons are not the answer. Even though I have also lost hope in God, I still fear God, Acturion."

Acturion listened to his wife, but he couldn't shake the feeling that the book of demons might be his only hope. He prayed silently before he finally drifted off to sleep.

ACT 4. THE DRAWING ON THE SAND

Zrythexen bid Acturion farewell and handed him the promised parchment. After some time, Acturion's curiosity got the better of him and he decided to study the parchment. It was covered with intricate sigils and contained instructions for a ritual. As Acturion examined it, his daughter Flursindra approached him and inquired about what he was doing.

"What is that, father?" Flursindra asked.

Acturion hesitated for a moment but then decided to be honest with his daughter. "I am seeking help from a mighty spirit to drive away Vaelthor from our village," he replied.

Flursindra's expression turned sour. "But father, I don't agree with working with demons," she protested. "I still believe that God will help us, despite all that we have been through."

Just then, Zephirauna entered the room and overheard their conversation. "I agree with Flursindra," she said firmly. "But I just fear that there might be terrible horror behind it."

Acturion felt torn between his desire to protect his village and his loyalty to God. After the women left the room, he picked up the parchment and decided to give the ritual a try. He took a shovel and made his way to the forest, where he drew the sigil as instructed.

As he finished, the sigil began to glow brighter than the sun, indicating that a demon had responded to his call. Excited and nervous, Acturion began to dig, and soon he uncovered an ancient book covered in leather.

The book was titled "Centa Vormyndar," which in Adja language meant "100 Helps." Acturion was awestruck as he pried open the cover to reveal a single sigil for a demon. Strangely, he found himself unable to open any other pages, only the page for a demon named Abydossor.

Acturion carefully concealed the book beneath his robe and made his way back to his home, his mind racing with anticipation and fear.

ACT 5. THE FIERY HANDS

Acturion invited Zephirauna and Flursindra to his house for a meeting. He looked at them both seriously and took a deep breath before speaking. "I have seen magic," he said. The two women looked at him, their expressions were uneasy. "I believe I can perform magical power after requesting it from a demon," he continued.

Flursindra's eyes widened, "Father, demons? That's forbidden! We should put our faith in God's help, despite all our sufferings."

Zephirauna nodded her agreement, "Yes, I still have fear in God."

Acturion sighed heavily, "I understand your concerns, but this is our only hope. We cannot wait any longer to see more dead bodies and tears dropped on our village ground. Can you stand seeing more sadness and pain of the villagers?"

Both women shook their heads in response. They knew that they could not bear to see any more suffering in their village. They surrendered to Acturion's will.

That night, Acturion began his ritual at the hour instructed in the book. He made a big bonfire in the forest and lit black candles in four corners. Acturion cast the spell, "Nydosser abyr sotyf doh! Abydossor, Duke of Hell, I summon thee to my service. By the power of the inferno, come forth and heed my call."

As the demon appeared before his eyes, Acturion bowed respectfully. Abydossor, with the head of a black panther on a muscular human body, stood before him. His eyes, glowing like embers, gave him an eerie and intimidating presence. He wore armor made of dragon scales, adorned with black diamonds that shimmered in the firelight. Abydossor wielded a long, black obsidian sword that glowed with a fiery red aura, etched with runes that amplified its destructive power. In addition to his sword, he carried a wand made of pure silver.

"What do you wish for, mortal?" Abydossor asked Acturion.

Acturion responded, "I want supernatural power to drive away Vaelthor's men from our village."

Abydossor praised Acturion for his willingness to protect his people and told him that he had his respect. The demon then instructed Acturion to stretch forward his hands. As he did, Acturion's arms sparked flaming fire, and he panicked. But Abydossor laughed hard, assuring him that the fire only burned things Acturion wanted to burn and that it was not hot at all.

Grateful, Acturion thanked Abydossor, who then made a request. "As a return for my service, you must let me enter your body," the demon said.

Acturion hesitated, but Abydossor reassured him, "Do not worry, mortal. I will not harm you. In fact, I will grant you power beyond your imagination."

Acturion agreed, and as a result, he grew a panther's tail. The transformation shocked him, but he felt a surge of power coursing through his body.

ACT 6. SHOWTIME

The next morning, the sun rose and painted the sky with a beautiful hue of red and orange. Birds chirped and flew from tree to tree, and the scent of blooming flowers filled the air. It was a wonderful morning that brought joy and peace to the hearts of the villagers.

Suddenly, the peace was broken by the sound of horses galloping and the clanging of metal. The villagers looked up to see Vaelthor's men riding towards them, armed and ready for battle. They were flooding the road to the village with an immense number of troops. Panic and fear spread through the village like wildfire, and people ran in all directions, seeking protection and hiding places.

But Acturion, who had been waiting for this moment, appeared before the horde of Vaelthor's men. They laughed and mocked him, telling him to go away and leave them alone.

Acturion stood his ground and calmly said, "I will not leave until you do. This village belongs to us, and we will defend it with all our might."

The men laughed again and two of them charged towards Acturion with their swords raised high. But Acturion used his magical powers and burned them instantly, reducing their bodies to ash. Instead of being scared, the villagers clapped their hands and cheered. The rest of Vaelthor's men got angrier, but Acturion was too powerful for them. He fought them with all his might, using his powers to burn and destroy them.

The enemy tried to throw spears, and some of them killed some villagers. The chaos erupted as villagers screamed and cried for help. But Acturion's wrath was invoked, and he pulled the flaming fire from the ground that the Vaelthor's men stepped on. The fire burned them, and some of them managed to escape.

In the end, Acturion emerged victorious, and the villagers cheered and clapped for him. They were grateful for his bravery and success in protecting them.

ACT 7. SERENOVA INTO FLESH

The ancient room where Flursindra was sleeping was filled with ornate tapestries and ancient artifacts. The air was thick with the scent of incense and the flicker of candlelight cast strange shadows on the walls. As she slept, a strange energy seemed to course through her body, causing her chest to glow and her eyes to open with an eerie light. After a few moments, the energy dissipated, and Flursindra's eyes closed once more.

The next morning, Acturion and his daughter ventured out to the market, where they were greeted with a mix of fear and adoration from the villagers. Acturion was hailed as a hero for his bravery in defending the village from Vaelthor's men, but the sight of his tail still caused some to snicker and point.

As they walked through the market, a group of children began to laugh at Acturion's tail. He turned on them, his anger flaring up. "What's so funny?" he demanded, his voice rising. The children fell silent, their faces suddenly pale.

Their parents rushed over, apologizing profusely for their children's behavior. Acturion's anger didn't dissipate, however. "You should be grateful for what I did for this village," he spat, glaring at the parents. "And yet you let your children mock me?"

Acturion kicked one of the parents, causing the crowd to gasp in horror. Flursindra tried to intervene, but her father's rage was out of control. From that day on, Acturion's anger seemed to be constantly simmering just below the surface. The slightest provocation would set him off, and his family could only watch in horror as he lashed out at anyone who crossed him.

Flursindra tried to talk to her father, to calm him down, but he refused to listen. His behavior was becoming more and more erratic, and his wife and daughter grew increasingly worried for his sanity. They could only hope that Acturion would come to his senses before it was too late.

Another day, Acturion was passing by the river when he saw some children throwing rocks at a group of ducks. He got furious and used his magical powers to send the children flying. The children ran away, terrified, and Acturion stood there seething with anger. Flursindra witnessed this and confronted Acturion about his behavior.

"Father, why did you do that? They were just children," she said.

Acturion turned to her, his eyes blazing with anger. "They were being cruel to those innocent creatures! They deserve to be punished!"

"But you could have just stopped them and talked to them," Flursindra replied. "You didn't have to use your powers to hurt them."

Acturion was taken aback by his daughter's words. He realized that he had been using his powers recklessly, and it was starting to affect the people he loved. He apologized to Flursindra and promised to try to control his temper.

However, it was easier said than done. Acturion continued to lash out at anyone who crossed him, and the people of the village started to fear him more and more. Flursindra tried to talk to him, but he refused to listen.

Flursindra sat alone in her room, the weariness in her heart palpable as she thought about her father's recent change in behavior. As she sat there, she suddenly felt a warm, comforting presence within her chest. Her eyes widened in surprise as a glowing, ethereal figure materialized before her. It was Serenova, the magical being that had been watching over her for as long as she could remember.

"Flursindra, do not fear," Serenova said, her voice gentle yet powerful. "I have chosen you to end this tragedy that has befallen your village."

Flursindra stared at the being in disbelief, wondering if she was dreaming. "Me? How could I possibly end this?"

"Through faith, my child," Serenova replied. "You must keep your faith strong, even in the face of adversity. The time will come soon, and you will know what to do. But for now, you must trust in me and trust in yourself."

Flursindra nodded slowly, her heart filled with a newfound sense of purpose. "I will do my best," she said, her voice barely above a whisper.

"Flursindra, tomorrow is the day we end this tragedy. You must steal Centa Vormyndar's book and prepare a dagger to cut off your father's tail at the right moment. The demon will jump out of his body, and you must open the book to drag it back to hell."

Flursindra sat up, shocked at Serenova's words. "What? I can't do that! I can't hurt my own father!"

"You must, Flursindra," Serenova replied. "It's the only way to save him and our village. You have the power, and you must use it."

Flursindra felt tears welling up in her eyes. "I don't know if I can. It's too much."

"You can do it, Flursindra. I believe in you," Serenova encouraged.

Flursindra took a deep breath and nodded. "Okay, I'll try."

"Good. Now, the book is hidden in the most secret place. You must search for it and find it before tomorrow."

Flursindra's heart sank. She had no idea where to start looking. "But where do I start looking? I have no idea where it could be."

"It's okay, Flursindra. Just trust your instincts. They will guide you to the right place."

Flursindra nodded, feeling a sense of determination welling up inside her. She got up from her bed and began her search, scouring every inch of her house. After hours of searching, she finally stumbled upon a small hidden compartment in the floorboards of the house. Inside was the book of Centa Vormyndar.

Flursindra couldn't believe her luck. She took the book and held it close, feeling a sense of relief that she had found it. She knew she had a big task ahead of her, but she also knew that she had the power to save her father and her village.

ACT 8. TAIL CUT OFF

As the sun set on the village, Vaelthor led his army of ruthless mercenaries toward the peaceful town. The villagers had heard of Vaelthor's notorious reputation and they knew that they were in for a fight.

Vaelthor rode on his horse, looking fierce with his black armor and a red cape billowing behind him. His men followed behind him, armed with swords and bows. They were ready to charge toward the village, causing chaos and destruction in their wake. The villagers knew what was coming and they huddled together in fear. Vaelthor flooded the village with his monstrous men.

Acturion, the protector of the village, stepped forward to face Vaelthor. He knew that this was going to be a tough battle, as Vaelthor was known to be a powerful and ruthless adversary.

Vaelthor dismounted from his horse and walked towards Acturion, the leader of the village. "Acturion," he sneered, "I have come to claim what is rightfully mine. Your village is in my territory and I will not tolerate any defiance."

Acturion stood tall unshakably. "You will not take what is not yours, Vaelthor. I will defend my people and my land with my life."

As Acturion and Vaelthor faced each other in the heat of battle, they both knew that this would be a fight to the death. Vaelthor's lightning sword crackled with energy as he charged towards Acturion, but Acturion stood his ground and prepared his powerful fire magic.

Acturion summoned a massive ball of flame that roared toward Vaelthor, engulfing everything in its path. But Vaelthor was not to be outdone, and with a flick of his wrist, he called forth a bolt of lightning that struck the ball of flame and split it in two.

Acturion was amazed by Vaelthor's lightning sword, which crackled with energy as he swung it through the air, creating an electrified field that made it impossible for Acturion to get close enough to use his fire magic.

But Acturion was not one to be defeated so easily. He concentrated all of his power into a single massive burst of flames that shot toward Vaelthor with incredible force.

Vaelthor braced himself and met the attack with a fierce blast of lightning, causing the two elements to collide in a massive explosion of energy that sent shockwaves through the entire battlefield.

As the dust settled, Vaelthor stood panting and injured, but still determined to fight. Acturion could see that the battle was taking its toll on both of them, and he knew that it was time to end it once and for all.

With a final surge of power, Acturion unleashed a massive wave of fire that should consume Vaelthor and his army, leaving nothing behind but ashes and the memory of their once fearsome power. However, it was not absolutely as it was wished to be. Vaelthor was left on his knees; he was protected by his broken magical sword.

It was a truly awe-inspiring display of magic, and Acturion emerged victorious, but not without scars. The battle had taken a heavy toll on him, and he knew that he would never forget the power of his enemy, nor the sacrifices that he had made in order to emerge victorious.

Acturion turned to the villagers and declared, "Flursindra, my daughter, will have the honor of beheading the villain leader."

The villagers cheered and encouraged Flursindra to take up the task, but she couldn't bring herself to do it. She moved closer to Vaelthor and saw the fear and desperation in his eyes.

"Father, please don't do this," Flursindra pleaded with Acturion. "Killing him won't stop the suffering of the villagers. It will only make things worse."

Acturion replied, "This is the way we stop the suffering of the villagers. We need to make an example of him."

Flursindra's eyes filled with tears as she said, "I may be fine losing my purity, but I can't lose the more precious one, my father. You have changed, and it makes me sad to see you like this."

As she spoke, Vaelthor suddenly grabbed her head and threatened to break it if anyone came closer. Flursindra managed to escape from his grip and backed away, fearing for her life.

Acturion, seeing his daughter in danger, summoned his magical power and burned Vaelthor with a fierce flame.

Flursindra heard Serenova's voice in her head, telling her that it was time. She ran to her father, sobbing and holding him. But in his pain, Acturion didn't realize that Flursindra had secretly drawn her dagger and cut off his tail, the source of his power. Acturion pushed his daughter away in agony as the devil possessing him jumped off his body, leaving him weak and vulnerable lying on the ground.

As Flursindra cut off her father's tail, Abydossor's rage boiled over. His eyes glowed red as he stared at Flursindra with fury.

"You foolish girl!" he bellowed. "Do you have any idea what you've done? You've sealed your own fate!"

But Flursindra was prepared. She quickly reached behind her robe and retrieved a small bag tied to her waist. From the bag, she pulled out a book and opened it. As she did so, powerful magical energy emanated from the book, engulfing Abydossor and pulling him back to the depths of hell. Strong wind roared around Flursindra and thunder rolled in the sky. She closed the book quickly then the book emitted glaring light before vanishing.

The villagers cheered as the demon was banished, but Flursindra had only one thought - to save her father. She ran to his side, where he lay weak and wounded.

"Dad, are you okay?" she asked, tears streaming down her face.

Acturion looked up at his daughter and weakly smiled. "I..I...I'm so sorry, Flursindra. I was weak and let the demon take over me. Please forgive me."

But Flursindra wasn't angry. She was overjoyed to have her father back. "Dad, it's okay. I'm just happy you're free from the demon's control."

The two embraced as the villagers gathered around, grateful for the brave actions of Flursindra and Acturion in saving their village from the demon's wrath.

ACT 9. WHOLESOME RECOVERY

After the intense battle with Vaelthor and Abydossor, Acturion's wounds slowly healed, and he regained his strength. Flursindra never left his side, attending to him with love and care, and the other villagers were also eager to help in any way they could.

As the days passed, the village slowly returned to its peaceful state. The fields were once again filled with crops, and the villagers could be seen going about their daily chores with smiles on their faces. The people who had fled the village returned, and the village began to flourish again. Flursindra never heard Serenova's voice anymore. She guessed Serenova had bid farewell as the book vanished.

The villagers looked up to Acturion and Flursindra with respect and admiration. They saw how Acturion had fought valiantly to protect them and how Flursindra had risked her own life to defeat Abydossor. They knew that they were in the presence of true heroes, and they were grateful to have them as their leaders.

As time went on, the villagers became known throughout the land for their resilience, kindness, and strength. People from other villages would often visit, seeking guidance and advice from Acturion and Flursindra, and they were always welcomed with open arms.

The village had become a beacon of hope and inspiration, and it was all thanks to the bravery and selflessness of Acturion and his family. They had brought peace and prosperity to the village, and their legacy would be remembered for generations to come.

THE END

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NOTE: Thank you for finishing my first chapter. This can barely tell you the REAL story. I mean like, do you know WHY Vaelthor attacked Xythor frequently? Was it merely for gold? treasures? food? Well, actually none of them. The answer will be presented in chapter 2.

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