Ch. 2: A Confrontation

Near a forest in the kingdom of Illnuin* lay a city named 'Alcan'. Inside the city laid dead bodies, and burning buildings. Caused by the one and only.....

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Greed, he was the one who lit the buildings on fire. He destroyed the outer walls. He massacred soldiers and civilians alike. His skill killed many, his powers caused so much destruction. Yet he was still one of the weakest of the Seven, to the others he was still powerful. Though he was slenderer than the others, he was quick, agile. In 5 seconds, he can kill ten men.

"AGGGHHH!!"

"PLEASE NO PLE-"

"GGRRRGRRGGRGRGG" The screaming soldiers head's were decapitated.

Oh, how he loved the screams of agony. The blood of his enemies makes him happy. The screams were music to his ears. And most of all, there was gold. TH-"S-s-stop right there!" a group of soldiers came,

"HAHAHAHAHA" he laughed,

"If you think you can beat me..." he said with a dark aura around him preparing his Scythe. His tongue was long as it slithered out of his mouth. "You think wrong"

*SLASH

With one fell swoop, the group was killed, in a matter of seconds, their bodies mutilated. Their heads cut off.

"You will be good meat" he said to the now killed soldiers. As he continued to walk through the now destroyed streets, he saw...a child crying.

"Oh, hehehe, children have the sweetest taste of blood" Greed said as he walks towards and prepares to kill the child,

"Mama? Papa?" the child said with a sad tone, tears falling out of her eyes, she was looking at a burning building where she once lived.

Greed walked up to her, kneeled on one leg and said "Child, you shouldn't be here"

"But moma and papa are there!" she said pointing to the burning building,

"They're in a different place now...wanna go meet them?" Greed asked, she nodded, and that was the answer he needed.

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Somewhere in a castle, stood a man riding a horse. He had blonde long hair, currently in full armor but the helmet was removed, he had an athletic body. He was also a famous general known as 'Lancelot' and he was taller than the average person, (about 6'9). But his real name is 'Virius Prutsch' a general of the kingdom of Illnuin, he just got news about the attack at Alcan.

"Virius!" a middle-aged man shouted, he had jet black hair but it was short, he also is slender, and is as tall as an average man, he had a bushy mustache and his left hand was gone. (6'0) he was wearing a scout's uniform.

"Ah! Vetus! My brother..." Virius said as he hugged his brother.

"so, have you heard?" Vetus asked as he let go of his brother.

"Yes...unfortunately...we don't know who the attackers are."

"No...it's an attacker" Vetus said immediately with a mix of anger, confusion and dread. Virius was shocked about it.

"No, I-I....we need to go quickly...Captain!" he yelled.

"Yes sir?" the Captain asked

"Prepare the army fast! We're going to Alcan"

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As the army marched through the forest road. Greed who was on top of the keep watched them come. The army consisted of 20,000 footmen, 5000 archers and 3500 horsemen.

"I may be dumb but I ain't that dumb" he said to himself, he licked his lips before his tongue went back inside of his mouth. "Well better leave with the meat and leave the destruction to the flames" he continued as he jumped down.

As the army got inside the city, they were met with no resistance at all. No one was there, only blood and a few corpses. The soldiers went to wells that were located inside to stop the flames. It took them a good 5 hours to stop the destruction from taking place.

"It seems that the enemy ran away," a soldier said, walking down a destroyed cobblestone road.

"Yes...but who do you think could've done this Giovanni?" another said, walking with him.

"I do not know Vizzini, it could be, the Asilikaliwons- no, we have a peace treaty with them. Vahvians-no they know that they do not have the manpower to do this. The Fjallheims-also no, they specialize in defense plus why would they attack us?"

"I don't know but whoever did, we will retaliate. Plus, I don't think the other kingdoms did this. If they did there should have been corpses of the enemy. Or siege weapons and weapons laying on the ground. So I don't think the kingdoms did it."

"Then who did this?"

"I-"

"Someone who knows they will succeed, someone who is is as powerful as an army...This is the work of Musifne" a mysterious voice cut in,

"W-who are you?!" Vizzini asked, as the mysterious man came to the light, it appeared to be an old man, with long silver white hair a slender body and in his left hand he was holding a staff.

"I am not the enemy" the man said,

"Yeah but why are you here?" Giovanni interjected, pointing his weapon to the old man.

"I came here to tell you...." He pauses and inhales, "to run" he continued as a big explosion came two blocks near them.

"W-w-wha-" and as fast the explosion came, Vizzini was hit by a large debris, his blood splattering all over.

"Told you" the old man scoffed, as the other one ran.

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As the explosion came, the men near it were killed. But the ones that survived lived enough to see a horrifying sight. A tall one with a height of 5 meters. He had a muscular build and a flail in his right hand. The ones that survived were killed by his flail. The soldiers that came to ground zero were scared by the sight. They were quivering from fear. And with one hit of the flail to the ground, it shook. It was like a small, powerful earthquake.

"Puny...." The voice was deep and throaty. It gave the soldiers filled with fear even more fear.

"RUN" a soldier said, causing a domino effect on the soldiers making them retreat. But he had no mercy, so...

*JUMP *BAM

He jumped....and with his flail hit the retreating men.

"AAAHRRRGGHH" they screamed, flames and debris engulfed them.

He then went on a rampage destroying more and more buildings as well as the solders. Varius who was outside saw what was happening and ordered a retreat.

Back inside the city the men were being massacred left and right. That was until...

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"WRATH" the old man said,

"you...wizard...Jboluick" The now known Wrath said as he turned around to fight him face-to-face.

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"I know you'll remember me" The now known Jboluick said with a smirk,

"Now...you'll die" he said as he tried to smash Jboluick with his flail,

And the next thing he knew, Jboluick sped up going to his right side his hand touching Wrath's skin and saying, "celeritate ferrum" Wrath was then sent flying to the destroyed buildings and away from Jboluick.

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"I was disappointed...." Jboluick said in a sad tone which only makes Wrath angrier. As Wrath charges at him again, he was met with debris being sent to him. Although he could withstand them, Jboluick was running away.

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"Get Back Here!" Wrath shouted only being met with silence.

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"GGGAAAAHHH" he screamed loudly, flames erupting in his body.

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As Jboluick escaped the ruined city. Jboluick sat down near the forest and took a deep breath and exhaled.

"That was a close one" he said,

"You're getting old, old man" a voice that seemed to be muffled by a mask said, sitting in darkness.

"Oh, come on R, what took you so long?" Jboluick said as the man named R, walked out of the darkness of the forest. R had a normal body, he had a hood covering his hair and a mask that had a bird's beak that was covering his face, his clothes was like a peasant's, a belt with knives and a pair of old boots. There were rats near him and one in his hand.

"I was taking care of these babies." R said, pointing to a sleeping rat in his hands.

"I don't call you 'Rat Guy' for nothing..." Jboluick responded,

"And you are not called 'Old Man' for nothing as well" R retorted with a grin that was covered by the mask,

"To know that you are my apprentice makes my blood boil" Jboluick said, "anyways I have a mission for you"

"And how about Bog?" R responded,

"He's still sleeping"

"Why not wake him up?"

"He will wake up by himself"

"Ugghh.....this is why I didn't choose to be your successor." R whispered,

"And that's why I DIDN'T choose you...you're always impatient and lazy!" he exclaimed.

"Where's Faoladh then?" R asks,

"On the Island, remember? He put a human child there to be his successor?"

"Oh yeah...wait...that was 500 years ago!"

"...No, more than that actually" Jboluick corrected R.

"How bout Varcolac?"

"I sent him on a mission."

"So that means, you, me, and Bog are the only ones to stop this"

"Yes..."

"And where's Merlin?" R asked curiously.