NOVEL WEB Chapter 15: Ira Diei
Fuck
He got up, and touched his throat, that bastard really has a thing for cutting off heads. The corners of his lips were pulled downward, his lips turning into a thin line.
Sir Gideon was a lucky bastard, if he didn't have literal plot armor Aegeon would take this as a sign to start hunting him instead.
Unfortunately, he was pivotal to the prelude of Deminos one.
Leading, an army of paladins against the Demons in a holy war, of course the handsome prick failed, he clicked his tongue. If that was all, it would be unimportant to him, but he was an essential part, in setting up the death of the first Demon god you face in the series.
Well, he couldn't kill him, but it didn't mean he had to like him, any positive feelings, he had for him died when, he decapitated him, he rubbed his throat.
To think I thought of that man as a role model, he shook his head as a soft sigh escaped his lips.
The clock was ticking, he hoped this would take no longer than five minutes.
He got on his knees and prayed softly, something he hadn't done in a 'while'. Sufficed to say, it was hard to pray while kneeling when every second you had mattered. Of course, now wasn't any different, but something told him the fight against Theodore would be so much smoother.
In the game, after every ten levels, there was a class advancement, and every job had a subsequent level. Most were simple, but unique jobs were tricky, some had insane quest requirements, others were just lucky.
Like upgrading from a mage apprentice to a mage required an increase in intelligence, while upgrading from, a dragon slayer apprentice into a dragon slayer required, the head of a freshly killed dragon.
How was a Level 10 going to kill a minimum Level 50 dragon? The absurd requirements steered the dwindling population of the games, into mostly using, the common classes until they have invested enough to swap.
Even then some risks outpaced the rewards.
He just prayed his was simple.
Thats not reassuring.
His 'positive' mode dwindling by the second.
Did it really matter? Might as well just rip the band-aid
"Status"
Tch, he clicked his tongue, his eyebrows furrowed,
Was this really the time for this? His forehead creased, wrinkles visible, as he pondered. Well, it wasn't really a hard decision for Aegeon, he never really wanted to be a priest, and the starting class he picked was a paladin.
He selected Storm Herald
He selected yes.
He clenched his fist, feeling the power flowing through him, electricity dancing around his body. The scent of ozone filling the cave, sparks of Lightning flickering around him passively.
Strong If he fought ten of his previous selves, he could probably kill them all in one hit.
He could also feel a dramatic increase, in his Lightning related abilities.
"Thank the Divine Mother" He exclaimed, loudly, is this what it felt to be liked? He could get used to this, no complicated quest, no insane arrangement, just the favor of his god.
A look of horror appeared on his face.
Was he, was he a nepo baby? He shook his head erasing the thought form his head.
Aegeon thanked his god profusely.
He had spent enough time looking at his new class, any further investigations would have to be done later, when everyone was safe and sound, he sprinted out of the cave, jumping and soaring through the air.
His body morphing into lightning as he zoomed down the mountain.
Before he knew it, he was in the cellar getting ready to escape with the other captives.
"And this mystery man's name?" Isabella asked a smirk on her face, as she twirled her hair with her finger.
"Theodore" He waved his hand, lightning flickering between his fingers, the lightning trailed and danced around the other former captives before embracing them blessing them.
A sneer formed on her face, disappearing as quickly as it arrived, "Hemera" She growled, her mouth forming a snarl.
"Disgusting Light seekers" She spit the words out, like they were venom. Her eyes roaming the cellar. "The youngest always enter the golden order, as Knights of Day, to actually slave trade..." She shuddered, even if deep down Isabella, understood why it would reach this point.
"It's been a while since I have seen a paladin of the order of Lightning and Thunder" Her gaze softening as her eyes landed on Aegeon
He raised an eyebrow, in all the different variations of this conversation, this was the first time she spoke with a semblance of respect.
"You're thinking of something rude aren't you" Her eyes narrowed, staring daggers into his. She looked so darn cute when she was angry, he just wanted to stretch her cheeks.
"You're doing it again." Her eyebrows furrowed, as her mouth turned downtrodden. Her right eye twitching, as she bawled up her fist.
He laughed, as he walked towards the entrance "Come. I'd rather fight him out there than in here"
"You all know where to go" He nodded towards the others, "May Revera bless your journey" His eyes glowing with lightning as he spoke her name.
Isabella nodded as she followed closely behind, ice gathering in her hands.
"YOU WHAT HAVE YOU DONE TO MY LIGHT" The familiar black flames greeted him, as he stepped out of the cellar.
Theodore roared towards the heavens, black light consuming him, forging armor where there was a lack off, a helmet forming on his face, his eyes hidden from view.
"If I must die, for you to perish" Theodore said softly, a change he was unfamiliar with Theodore drew his sword and slashed into the air "Then so be it." He charged towards Aegeon, the familiar black-sword forming in his right hand.
"YOU IGNSIGNIF--" Aegeon charged forward, the lightning in his forearms seeping out forming a spear, he put all his available attribute points into faith and cut down with all his might, Isabella charged from the back and in tandem they both struck, Theodore deflected Isabellas blade, she formed another one in her other hand and tried to stab him again. Aegeon cut through his sword, and struck him down, Isabellas blade impaling him in his back.
He howled, his voice soft, but congruent "Will I join you day, in the embrace of light?" He slumped down and died.
Was this the culminations of his efforts? Aegeon didn't know whether to laugh or to cry.
He heard the hooves of horses and the marching of a knight's order, the heavy boots clanking against the floor.
He instinctively touched his throat.
"Run!" He turned grabbing her and ran, a spear of light whizzed by his head, scratching his cheek, lightning poured out of his wound.
Shit