1 Chapter 1 : My heritage

My name is Koto, just Koto and I am a contradiction, an anomaly to the hierarchy of power. I was born from the embryo of Hera and born through the inheritor, a mortal woman who made a contract with the world, although im sure my essence and embryo was passed on to many to keep me hidden from Zeus.

With all the powers I was born with, I wouldn't be surprised if all the goddesses claimed to have held me inside them. Being the descendent of many kings and heroes, I grew without a childhood, raised like a spartan child would have been.

At the age of 11,I tasted my first victory. I, born a mortal, slew the Heretic Chief god of olympus Zeus. The world I lived in was separated into 2 planes of dimension. The mortal world and the immortal world, where gods, heroes, monster, and mythological entities resided. But for some gods and legends, their forms and nature of their myths becomes a burden or perhaps they fall into extreme stress under an emotion, so they rebel against them, manifesting in the world, escaping from the myths and legends, also known as the Domain of Immortality, as Heretic Gods, and bring disaster with them.

They commit sins based on the emotions which cause them to rebel, and the mortals of the world have to satisfy or calm them, to return back to their true self, or endanger earth forever. In extremely rare circumstances, a mortal may become a campione through the blessing of pandora.

A Campione – a Godslayer – is a supreme ruler.

Since he can kill a celestial being, he can therefore call on the sacrosanct, divine powers wielded by the gods.

A Campione – a Godslayer – is a lord.

Since the power to kill a deity is in his hands, he therefore looms over all mortals on Earth.

A Campione – a Godslayer – is a devil.

Since of all mortals who live in the world, none can assume a power to match his

During my 11th birthday, Zeus upon discovering my heritage revolted in rage and descended unto me, bloodthirsty, enraged, and fearful of my heritage and potential usurpation, he quickly found me to erase my existence.

I, a mortal born with ultipotence, trained as a spartan was more than strong enough to kill him. And when he appeared before me, lighting bolt in hand blazing and oozing with power, scents of gunpowder and ozone spreading into the surrendering ; a thought was all it took.

A thought to destroy him and commit the biggest mistake of my short life, killing a wrath heretic.

With pandora's blessing I was granted the title, Campione! The seventh and youngest of the century, the one conquers, the campione of supremacy and victory!

My Ascension came with Zeus weapon, THE Lightning Bolt, which he uses to control the sky, and along with it, all of his anger, bloodlust, fear, evil, and his domain authority.

The forign power and extreme emotion long with my uncontrolled potent prowess destroyed my mind.

The need for battle from his bloodless, fear of being overcome, and a constant anger without reason clouded my mind. I became like those battle maniac heretics, bringing catastrophe wherever I went. My mind broke, i could not think nor control, i was a puppet to my emotions and body urges.

I went around the world, destroying and killing every heretic in my path. My battles brought about disasters around the globe, no mortal could stand up to me. No other campione could match me, and no god could stop my blade. I was unbeatable, and my growth was only exponential with my further increase grasp of my abilities and endless stream of weapons, treasures, authorities from the heretics I slew.

My battles gained the attention of many battle gods to me, causing even greater destruction around me. The gods above finally had enough. Teaming up, they all rebelled, descending down and banished me to tartarus where evil and heretics too powerful to deal with by mortal means are sent.

The air, gravity, and the temperature horrid to disbelief, primordial deities wreaking havoc with constant misery scream around the realm, the me inside wanted out. I wanted it all to end.

The constant stream of dietes to kill slowly evolved me into and omnipotent being, a god true to the definition. My battles were affecting everything around me, i was too strong to continue fighting, I was a threat to the survivability to the infinite realm of tartarus.

After slaying the monster Typhaon for the 10th time, cracks in the air still working to recover, a gate appeared in place of his body. I felt the universe workings on the gate, and I somehow knew it was a trap, perhaps to destroy me if that was possible at all.

I could ignore it and continue trying to evolve into omnipotence, and regain my entire conscious, and out of this anger state mind. The constant fights eventually made me jaded, no emotions, no sense of joy. The me inside wanted out, even if it was through death.

I never had a childhood. All I had was a mother who raised me for a war that was never going to happen, no friends, and in a sense dying at the age of 11 as I was never myself after killing Zeus.

I wanted out.

Maybe this is universe's apology to me? Or its reward? A way of escape, and I wanted it. Making my mind, without a second thought i stepped in the gate. I felt my boy going through a liquid wall as i fell into a spiral of cosmos. I felt a force of rebirth, destruction, life, and reincarnation trying to enter through every pore of my body, I allowed it.

The force tried destroying me, I allowed it yet it could not complete it. My body turned into essence, my conscious and spirit undestroyable. An embryo formed with my essense with the bright colors of gold.

The force could not truly destroy anything of me. My prowess receded inside my consious, and my heritage, treasures, and domain retreated inside my inner spirit.

I gained even more powers from the different omni-verses around me as spiralled down the cosmos, each one rejecting me, until my body was drawn into 1 particular universe. Entering the verse was like a mother's embrace, acceptance. Essense from the universe entered the embryo adding unto what was already there. The embryo enters the world, guided by the universe into a lake.

Barriers erected up, hiding a portion of the forest that the lake was in. My spirit slowly entering the embryo to form my new life form. Only half was able to enter the embryo before the rest of the spirit could no longer enter. The lake seemed to be made of extreme healing properties putting me in an awkward position as it regenerate the pieces of spirits that was entering the embryo, creating a full one before my entire spirit could enter.

The spirit inside the embryo was me and yet not me at the same time, I had the ability to just force the rest of my spirit inside, but I prefer it this way. I felt this would bring me closer to a true rebirth, a true new life. The rest of my spirit slowly encompassed the embryo, enforcing and empowering it.

I wonder if this counted as becoming a father as i created a new life, yet it is still apart of me. I could see it, a new image, one like my own yet different was being created. A chain suddenly connected my conscious body, into the embryo causing my image to slowly fade. I wonder if this counts as dying?

It's been 2 years, the body grown like that of a human would, yet it wont wake. It did not have enough of my conscious to wake yet, i wonder if i'll get to talk to this new me before i entirely fade. I could still force my entire existence into this form, yet I refused. I wanted a truly new life, even if it'll mean it won't be truly myself.

It's been 3 years and even more of my conscious has already faded into the body, and i hope it wakes soon. I have so much to say to this legacy of mine, I was unwilling to go without a word. Looking at the body gave me so much hope, hope for my newself to live the life I never could. To be free and to be able to enjoy life away from constant killing. I could only mutter in desperation " please wake soon.."