To Kill A God (6)

PREVIOUSLY

Pochi, being a demi-god now, could see how Elm had blended into the world, like all gods could. She had no aura, no power, and no presence, or so, the average mortal would think since they weren't worthy of gazing upon a god's form. But to a demi-god like Pochi, he could clearly see that although the difference between the two's titles were only a single word, the real difference between their power levels were astounding.

He felt hungry again.

"Let's rest here." Elm said suddenly, and took him out of her pocket, setting him on a log nearby. It was only then that Pochi had realized he had been dazing and that it was night now.

Pochi lied there and observed the strange stars and the strange moon above them.

The moon in this reality or world was bigger, probably closer to the planet. It had more of a green tint than a yellow one and there was a ribbon of magenta gas swathed across the atmosphere near it. These celestial bodies felt a lot brighter and more clear here, probably because there was less pollution in this world. He wondered if it had to do with his location or was the world itself. He wondered so many things before he heard a thud from his left.

"Felt you were hungry." Elm took out the body of something that was a cross between an elk and a polar bear. From the looks of it, it was a creature that nearly cracked into a demi-god status too.

Pochi felt his stomach grumble, and realized that he could ponder about the world another time.

"Bon Apetit."

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The heat on her face woke her up. She opened her eyes to see a campfire blazing in front of her. She felt drowsy like she had just slept through a storm of alcohol and night outs. That shouldn't be possible. Gods don't feel drowsy, neither do they need to sleep. Wait, when did she fall asleep? What?

The snow and ice around the fire had melted away. There was a snort from the other side of the fire. She shook her head, clearing her vision, and that's when she saw a snout and a pair of dark eyes regarding her.

It leaned into the light, revealing a creature that looked like it had the face of a wolf and a mule smushed together. The alien-ness alarmed her and her first reaction was to get into a fighting stance.

She shot up and leaped at the thing, Holy Sword in hand. Bells jingled as the creature moved. It was like a wolf, but it was the size of a mule, but it most definitely had the strength of a god.

"Whoa whoa whoa!" A male voice said. "That's no way to say hello!"

It was then that Pochi decided to wake up, and when the first thing he saw was this alien creature, he screamed.

"What the fuck is even that?!"

Then, a young man transcended from the skin of the wolf-thing. He was wrapped in animal skins for an outer layer and there was a brown robe visible underneath. Elm noticed a strange marking on his hand. It looked like a tattoo of an eye inside of a hexagon. Also, he was completely bald.

He fondled the tip of the Holy Sword and muttered with a smile, "It looks a little rustier than the last time I saw it."

Elm wanted to move her Sword but realized she couldn't. The wolf-creature thing was really fucking strong.

"Oh my apologies," The young man said, before snapping his fingers and the wolf-creature thing released the Sword as Elm grabbed Pochi and took a few steps back.

"You can put the Sword away," The young man said. "He means no harm." When he saw that, putting the Sword would be the last thing Elm would do, he sighed.

"Really, I'm on your side and oh," The third eye on his forehead glowed a deep blue. "You've already become one of us! A little faster than I expected, but still a little slower than one of your previous incarnations. Leonard, that old drunkard."

Pochi turned to Elm, and said very slowly, "Hero. I don't mean to cause you any more stress but given the words he just said, can I trouble you to refresh your memories so you can remember who the fuck this guy is?!"

Elm just groaned at that, but did as Pochi asked.

"He's right, you know," The young man said. "It'd be a lot faster for the both of us, if you just do as he asked."

While Elm searched through her memories, Pochi took the risk of satisfying his curiosity first.

"What. . .are you?" Pochi asked. "And what the fuck was that thing?"

The young man giggled at that. "That was my spirit animal, Orah. And my my, a world devourer? With the Celestial Hero? It's just like Father said!"

"Father?" Pochi asked. "Who's Father?"

Elm interjected at that. ". . .You are Alric Godson. Son to the King Of Gods and the heir to the Heavenly Throne."

Pochi's jaws dropped at the revelation. Even Elm was surprised to see such a high-ranking figure and one of her old friends hanging so gleefully in this world.

"Hi, I'm Alric."

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The Crown Princess, Eliza's POV

She was a dainty little thing. Wearing a royal white dress, she sported a slender, small figure that many would be jealous of. Honestly, there was nothing on the little girl that people wouldn't be jealous of, from the mythical-grade trinkets and amulets on her olive brown skin to the silky, silver hair that seemed to flow like the smoothest waves ever recorded. Oh, her face was nothing to scoff at either - with silvery eyes compact with a mischievous smile that told everything you needed to know about her.

Eliza woke up with a smile. My room was quite small, and ordinary for someone of my status but I didn't mind it. With just one window, and situated at the highest point of our castle, the morning view from here was always magnificent. The entirety of the Valterran Capital could be seen, and with my senses, I could taste, hear, see and smell the morning air sprinkled in the scent of bread and tea. And, in the far distance, several mountains covered by a green forest towered.

My mind buzzed, and I winced in pain. This had started to happen ever since a few years ago, where I started to receive memories of someone, a person that was both me and not me at the same time. That person's memories didn't feel invasive, and instead felt right whenever I saw through his eyes, of a world so advanced and technological I couldn't believe it existed.

While the common people of that world were weak, inconceivably so, they were united and boasted weapons of war that should have been impossible without magic. Oh right, they didn't have magic, prana, nor any form of supernatural energy either.

I was Eliza, the Crown Princess of the Valterran Kingdom, well-known for my intellect and shrewdness but these memories only served to push me forward, with their new ideas and such technology. I hadn't told anyone about my secret, for I did not want to be seen as a god, nor anything of the divine, but it's not as if these memories are a complete blessing either.

Every time I see these memories, my head always felt like it had been torn asunder, and I couldn't control when these memories poured in either. As the pain frequented, I found myself waiting for the pain during the day and night rather than enjoying them.

I was about to turn crazy. Well, I would have, had it not been for the Celestial Hero's intervention. She was like the final piece to my puzzle, since the pain disappeared the moment she arrived in the castle.

It was a pain in the butt to talk with her in the beginning, but after you got used to her stoic-ness, it was pretty easy to get along with her.

I got over to the mirror, and picked up a brush, combing my hair. Compared to how I looked in my memories, I was a lot more beautiful, but with a lot less muscles. Apparently, in my memories, I was a 'Chi-Neece' woman who worked in the fields with her mother, before eventually marrying some sort of rich boy who elevated my status immensely. Well, seeing as how I was a princess in this world, it appears that I was really favored by lady luck.

After brushing my hair, I looked at my hands and fingers. Dainty, but beautiful fingers that wouldn't even be able to lift a dagger.

"Hm." A faint, pink glow surrounded my hands as lightning crackled at my fingertips. Who needed brute force when you had the emblem of Chromatic Lightning.

I played around with the lightning for several minutes before snapping it out of existence.

I looked at the handbell, and reached for it. Right now, since I've woken up, I wanted to walk out and at least get some fresh air.

I shook the bell and a sound loudly rang out. A short moment later, knocks came from the door before opening. A maid entered the room.

"Milady, you called?"