the god slayer's end

A war raged the humans, angels and demons untied to fight a single man. The army reigned in the millions, it's been ten days sense the battle started and the man fell on the tenth day through the ten day battle the man killed more than a million yelling "where is that fucking devil" on the tenth day the devil appeared in front of the man " how far have you fallen for once the being called the god slayer" the devil mocked "then … get … off … your house … you bastard" said the man breathing heavily and loosing blood rapidly from his missing arm " no you've killed enough deities" the devil said seriously " you mean … all deities your... not a god just … a little sprit that … decided to be a god … sense I killed yours" the man said coughing blood with a smile on his face " hey sense … I sold my soul … we're roommates … I can't wait" the man said falling to the ground in a puddle of blood the fiery rage died with him and the man once know as the god slayer was no more.

"Ivan, Ivan, Ivan you bastard wake up" a young girl yelled at him he sat up suddenly he reached for his sword " what are you doing Ivan we'll be late for breakfast" said the little girl running down the stairs " what is this the last thing I remember was the devils ugly face is this reincarnation I thought that was impossible sense I sold my soul I did kill the gods maybe that has something to do with this and I guess my knew name is Ivan" he mumbled walking down the stairs " your late Ivan" an old lady said feeding a room full children " no breakfast for you no food for late children" the old lady chastised " yeah, yeah I know the drill" Ivan said waving his hand shooing her away " I'm not hungry anyway I need to figure out where I am " he thought walking outside and looked at the sign outside of the buildings perimeter " an orphanage perhaps that's the best I don't want to deal with any gods in this world either" he said walking over to a tree and broke off a branch " I will not be a god slayer but a regular adventurer " he said practicing the sword skills he remembered.

He was focused on building the up the strength and skills in his previous life in this one. he swung the stick till the sun set skipping each meal he did this each day only eating breakfast then training till sunset the orphanage sent a letter to the local priest saying " one of our kids stays outside in rain or shine swinging a stick in the air we are worried that he is not doing well" the next week the local priest arrived with some warriors and walked into the orphanage "hello I'm Henry the local priest I've received the letter and am here to see the child" the priest asked one of the caretakers " yes Ivan usually is in the back saying that he won't be disturbed" the woman said wiping tears from her eyes " all right no need to worry I will help Ivan and bring him to his usually self" said the priest and his to bodyguards walking to the back when they got to the back the priest was confused on what he was doing " I read the letter but what's he doing " the priest asked his warriors the warriors were surprised that what Ivan was doing was a legendary sword skill.