The will of the Destroyer

The night had begun to fall on the plains and they had cleared of the city and were walking through the endless plains.

The three people were silent for the most of the time except for the occasional cries fo the baby Yuse.

"How did you come here sire how did you the royal prince, Harridan the third become a wandering vagabond? Please do tell Sire! my head feels like it is about to burst open from all the suspense or atleast tell me how you killed atleast a hundred people in a split second Do tell Sire!"

Harridan laughed at the mad ramblings of Matthew Ingris Samuel ( why not call him MIS for short). "How long are you planning to follow me get lost"

The blessed heir of the emperor, Harridan Fenson.

What the f**k was he doing here?

"No sire ! I will not. Not Untill I feel that my sins have been absolved by my service to you, My benevolent Lord. Tell me sire!

what happened to you?

why are you here?

How did you kill all those men?"

"MIS! My story will come at a later time. Now for starters let me tell you about how those guys fell dead"'.

Matthew felt short of breath and his throat parching dry. He was puled into some royal conspiracy without his knowledge and the fact that he was still breathing was thanks to the man in front of him.

"What? you deaf or what?" asked Harridan. It was not usual for him to be feeling this chatty. This may be because of his long time fleeing and loneliness. Not everyone was given the honor of listening to his talk.

"Take my neck for my insolence Sire else won't be able to forgive myself" spoke Matthew in a croaky voice. His thoughts were beginning to run all over the place.

You can't blame him really. what would any person do if the person who he came to kill saved them from death and later told about his royal blood?

They'd go mad from incomprehension. That's what.

"As you wish MIS, lay your head down right about here and This sire here will finish you painlessly else it'll he a hell of a pain. on my part actually, That flash from before took a lot of my strength so no flashy powers for today just plain old steel and blood "

Harridan was feeling particulary talkative and it was odd seeing it actually. The hero talking like an old pal. And of course he wasn't serious about it. Not about his powers being depleted Actually.

"Sire it was just apologetic talk, Sire. Not to be taken literally" spoke a comparatively sane Matthew.

"If you don't want to do something why say it idiot" chuckled a light-hearted Harridan.

"You know MIS, do you remember how you felt during your first kill, not necessarily a man but any life actually. Tell me in your own words how it felt" Harridan spoke with a solemn tone.

Then he hit a nearby stone setting of a few sparks that fell on a dry bush nearby and lit a flame. He ruffled his coat and took a skin pouch from it and then began feeding Yuse what was inside the pouch.

"Don't dally around pick some logs for the fire and talk. You can only talk while you are alive come on on with it"Harridan hastened Matthew.

Matthew began "It was about when I was twelve, Mum had these chickens she used to keep in a coop back in my hometown near the Kartingale forests.

I wasn't particularly keen about it but I was a lonely child my brothers never took me out to play with them. I played with the chickensand I had one dear playmate Silkie, She had orange feathers they were silky to touch and so fluffy that I would brush my hands against her all day and she would peck my fingers if she gets annoyed.

I loved to play with Silkie but seeing me playing happily with silkie made my eldest brother pissed off and he took away Silkie and threatened to snap off her neck.

He told me to take another chicken and kill it infront of Silkie if he ever had to leave her alive.

I was foolish. In haste to save Silkie, I took some random chicken from the coop and for the sake of show I took a black chicken and I wrung it's head hard the chicken squalled and squeaked and miserably kicked it's life away.

My brother then laughed maniacally and said "of all the chickens you had to pick that one, you are really a cruel little boy "

That's when I realised that the feathers of the chicken that I picked were oddly smooth.."

Matthews voice began to falter

"I was little . I was foolish but I wan't naive . I knew what I had done. I felt that something I had was lost. My innocence stolen. I couldn't bear to look at what I had done and I banged my head on the nearest rock I had found and that's how I got this scar on my face.

My brother was terrified and he rushed home and I was wailing all the wasy back."

"Nice story about the scar, I bet you haven't killed a lot of people actually" Harridan asked . HE was observing Matthew silently all this time.

"Yes sire! how did you know I have aided the killing many a times but I haven't personally killed a single man I am more of an aid and I only aid killings . I am sure of that and I take particular care that Not a single soul is harmed.

I have eaten a lot of meat but never the meat from a chicken. I have tried to a lot of times but I just can't " after saying this Matthew similed wryly.

"So it was like that I didn't know. You are a real softie on the inside you know that?MIS .

But let me tell you something the one who kills and destroys a life he is burdened with a sin. The sin that went against the law of the creator.

The one who went against the law of the creator and creation. If you are against this law you are against yourself . Go against yourself and it breaks you from the inside. I have killed a hundred people you say? I didn't kill a single one of them. They killed themselves.

I, dear fellow, am the one that was blessed by Biophora the destroyer , one of the trinity by birth. I was evied, vied upon and finally am being persecuted.

I can destroy things. I can destroy anything as long as it was touched by the will of the Biophora . The will of destroyer pervades through everything and when the destroyer wills it gone it will be gone.

I just erased the will to live in the guys in the area who were filled with killing intent. You guys who were piss frightened short of wetting your pants didn't have an ounce of killing intent. Thus you all survived."

Hearing Harridan's explanation made Matthew's skin tingle.

"Such inhuman power!" he excalimed.

"The same way a lesser potent version of the will would pervade the sword I hold. I call it the searing will of destruction. It cuts apart anything that's not blessed by a god of the trinity."

"I see Sire! such a thing to be able to be done by you is no wonder. No Wonder such is the great blood of kings. Praise the Holy Esah for letting me in on such a great personality"

"Shut up MIS. You are beginning to annoy me. But what frightens me is the fact that I haven't even begun to scratch against the surface of the power of what I hold"

"Gaaaah!" Yuse let out a high pitched squeak. He seemed to be full.

"Let's catch some winks for today. There is a long day ahead of us"said Harridan and let out a yawn and laid down snugly holding the baby close to his chest he fell asleep.

"I'll keep watch Sire! you and the baby can sleep" offered Matthew. He was shaken and emotional.

"Quit getting all queasy. Get yourself some sleep man! There is not a soul alive for as far as your eyes could reach. No one is following us . No one knows where we are going. The first thing tomorrow you and I split up and we go on our seperate ways. Consider your sins absolved. "Harridan spoke annoyed.

"okay, Sire. As you say, I'll shut my eyes and I'll catch some winks ." said Matthew as he laid down reluctantly.

"Good night you scallywag." said Harridan.

"Good night Sire! " said Matthew and he was shedding tears of joy as he slept.

As the group fell asleep there occured a faint glow under the left eyelid of Yuse. His mouth looked as if it was mumbling something.

The glow began to move out of his body and after it lef his body it turned black and continued moving up untill something strange happened in the sky above.

A few constellations of stars shuddered and collapsed and dissappeared as if they were never there in the first place.

Back in the capital city of Elder Delpha, a pair of old eyes that were transfixed to the telescope. But those old eyes were now in horror. His hands were shaking like they were about to fall off.

The eyes of the old man however were fixed upon a spot in the sky. A spot that looked like a black circumpunct. He lay still as a statue.

On his wrinkled lips however there was a faint movement.

If one had ears that could hear a cats footfall then they could have heard what he could have said. Then they could have heard that the old man was muttering the same words again and again like a madman.

If one listened more closely they could have found out that those words were,

"Abyss has woken !".

"The Abyss has awoken !".