I'LL STOP YOU

Kalen's pov

I looked to this man, probably the only man who could truly understand me in the entire world I felt the resolve behind his words the sincerity and I would be lieing if I claimed it didn't seem appealing but I forced those feelings down, why? Well because, I was a Don now, I had people who looked up to me, people to protect and a responsibility greater than any ambition so instead of simply saying yes or no I asked a question, I had to know, will this man's plans help my people or will it throw them into jeopardy

'how do you intend to do this, killing our so called enemies'

I chose to neglect the fact that it had been over 200 years since the fall and most of our enemies were probably gone, his smile deepened as he answered

"what do you think is the most powerful weapon in the world"

realisation dawned on my face as his intentions finally came to me

"some say its the berserk king warhammer owned and used by Dragnul the first giant King, some say its the world under bead, the most powerful soul weapon the world has ever seen used by the famous undine's daughter the only witch who still possessed spirit blood, some even think its god heart the blade forged from the heart of a god owned and used by Ray the lightening god slayer but its none of those things"

I took a step back as what he was after dawned on me, a weapon so ancient and powerful it's existence was thought to be better left as legend by those who made it

'the black scythe'

his face was practically beaming now as he spoke

"after the war the god of darkness took to wife his beloved and fathered a son with her, over the years he soon began to realise that his wife was not long for this world but he being a god would stay here for an eternity so he did something drastic, he removed all of his power all of his divine essence an made himself as mortal as you and I and eventually succumbed to old age dying with the only woman he ever loved but before death came for him he used that essence to fashion a weapon, a weapon so powerful anyone who touched it would be elevated to godhood, a scythe who magnitude of power could turn the world as dust with a single swing, that is the weapon which holds the title of most powerful in the world, nothing, nothing ever crafted by men dwarves spirits and even dragons comes close, that is what I'm after"

'during the 4th century the entire council of direct decendants made the unanimous decision that the black scythe was a weapon too powerful to ever be used so it was locked away left to drift into the realm of myth and legend in order to deter anyone from ever having to use it

...so Don Jurad why do you know of its existence'

my voice was deathly quite during the last part as I was quite pissed that he would bring that up, all my life I had be told that under no circumstances should that weapon see the light of day, my parents had regarded it almost evily like its existence itself was a sin, the fact that someone else who knew of its capabilities and was planning on unleashing it on the world made my blood boil.

His face returned to its previous calm as he said

"don't worry boy, I have no intention of having that weapon be used in battle, but it could be used in other ways"

'what do you mean?'

"have you ever heard of the gifting ceremony"

'the gifting ceremony, you don't mean to'

"exactly, I intend to use the weapon's other function"

in this world the height of power was definitely to posses an Arcanum, that was why Don's with their limited troops and much smaller territories could walk and brag as if the world was theirs, because no army was capable of handling even the weakest of Don's without heavy causualties, that was also why the black empire reigned unchallenged in the world, the Arcanum of darkness was quite a powerful one, the power of an Arcanum was often attributed to its owner as such all arcanums were said to be equal but that statement often fell apart in front of a user of the darkness Arcanum, possessing no ear weaknesses its base edicts being highly effective in both 1 on 1 fights and large scale battles even in the hands of the unskilled so long as bestowlment was achieved it granted could grant an advantage to whoever used it in battle, all this was taken into account without mentioning what happened when it was used at night.

This Arcanum didn't spawn in the black empire by chance, the god of darkness had the ability to grant others his Arcanum even without them reaching blade mastery and becoming a god class mage, he could even force a person to that level, and the scythe possessed the same ability, with a special ceremony the master of the scythe could grant a person authority over darkness creating an artificial but only slightly less powerful Arcanum user but that's not to say that the Arcanum couldn't be acquired naturally, in the days of the empire's glory certain individuals who accomplished great feats were given this honour and were allowed to represent their respective regions in the empire and were held in high regard within the military , there are 12 cities on the continent each precided over by 5 Don's making the total number of Arcanum users the human race has to be a little over 60 counting skilled individuals who simply chose to remain In hiding, the black empire never had less that 300 Arcanum users in every era, that was one of the secrets to their unchallenged reign.

'the black scythe can only be activated by the desendants of the god of darkness, a being possessing gods blood, all the members of the royal line are gone'

his smile came back as he spoke

"what if I told you that that's not true"

'what do you mean'

"there is another legend, of a last resort the royal family had built in case they lost the war, a pod capable of keeping a person alive for centuries without them aeging a day"

my heart began to beat even faster as he spoke, I kept on wondering how the hell did he know all this, this was supposed to be information you could die for possessing yet he not only knew of it but spike of it freely

"it is believed that inside that pod sleeps him, the crown prince and last living member of the divine line and our sovereign, I will wake him from his sleep, I will teach him of the world of his people and all that has happened to his home in his absence and I will guide him in seeking revenge"

I snapped at attention while saying

'what do you mean'

"we were the strongest, but we were also pacifists, at least we tried to be, due to that empty feeling we inherited from the dark god we sought companionship in an attempt to fill it, we shared what we had in a bid to recive love from the fools around us desperately hoping that they wouldn't leave us for that dark and empty feeling deep inside us, that feeling that would never let us lobe ourselves well no more, as for your question it's what it sounds like I will guide his anger and direct it towards the world, I will help him grow into his power and when it is time we will raise an army of Arcanum users and strike with a vengeance, no more will we consider those fools who will be there for us only in name the bonds we seek we will make with ourselves, the validation with our own hands and as for everyone else, let. them. burn"

he then spat on the ground right next to him

"peace, unity, senseless compasion those revolting standards will no longer bind us, under his rule and my advice we will seize this continent from the ignorant fools who have wronged us, no longer will those nations who abandoned us in our time of need even after all we've done for them stand, the cities who caused our downfall will be toppled and the sites they were built on will be left as ruins to testify of our wrath and the Don's association, the White Tower, those beacons of hypocrisy, I can't even begin to describe the fate that awaits them"

I had my confirmation, he had begun to wave his hands frantically as if giving a sermon to a captivated congregation, he spoke of death and murder like it was just, as if those whose blood he planned to shed should feel guilty for the sins of their ansestors while I simply swung my head from side to side in regret, he was gone.

It's like a sickness, no, a curse, a curse all those who had been close to the god of death and their desendants shared, the curse of not having enough love for yourself but having too much for others, it was why we, no I surrounded myself with so many people who cared about me, who I cared about to help me feel the love I could never feel for myself and that was why it hurt so bad when I lost some one, like how I lost Lorain, when we are left with out emotional support from those we care about we tend to deviate, we become unhinged depressed even becoming suicidal lashing out in fits of anger and reckless just like how I was a few weeks ago when I lost her, I was only able to get back up because of those around me, Felix, the Kings, the mercenaries who raised me, even the subjects I barely knew but already cared for, they were why I could still stand, but.

What would happen to someone who was forced to stand without any of that, what would happen to someone who was instead kicked down and then left to deviate, this man was born not long after the fall, he had seen the results of the aftermath whereas I had only read of it he didn't have anyone, no one to help him stand and world he had every right to be angry at, to obsess over its downfall and it was all thanks to what it had done to him I didn't need the specifics to see that this man needed comforting that couldn't be given, he was done, a shell of a man standing only on revenge and hate attempting to bring back what was better left buried

'I can't help you'

I said with a pained voice

'I see your your reasoning, I see your method but I just can't, what you want will trample upon everything we once stood for, how you intend to it will corrupt an innocent child, I have nothing else to do but to stop you, not just for the world but for you as well'

if he was displeased he didn't show it, instead his face was a dead calm as he said

"I see, and do you think I'll just let you"

I took a stance with my fists out and said

'of course not, thank you for the lesson old man, it was interesting talking to you.... and I swear I will save our people'

"that's only if you leave here alive boy"

and with that our auras exploded as we charged each other.