Forged in Lightning

Theodore rose from his slumber with a bright grin on his face, today was the day his dream would come true. He slipped out of his covers and put on his slippers.

He made his bed, and tidied his room, before going out to train with his personal instructor.

After a bout of rigorous training, he took a bath, changed and he joined his family in the dining room.

As the youngest son of the Hemera Earldom, he was guaranteed a spot in the golden order, the most prestigious Paladin order, that worshiped the Deities of light.

An honor bestowed upon them that traced back to the earliest Hemera, who fought alongside the deity of day against the deity of night. In honor of ending the era of eternal night, his family was gifted their name. 

He looked at his farther, his cheeks couldn't help but be pulled upwards, as a radiant smile graced his lips.

"Father, is he here yet?" Young Theodore spoke to his father the Earl, shoving the food Infront of him inside his mouth. His foot taping impatiently against the wooden floor.

"Not yet" He laughed his eyes twinkling with mirth, "Slow down, he won't be here until, midday" His father spoke. "Your foods not going anywhere" He continued with a twinkle in his eyes.

His father the Earl was a handsome middle-aged man, with red hair, and a red beard, his blue eyes seemed to glow with affection, as he stared at his youngest. He moved his hand to hold his wife's hand, squeezing it softly, staring into her emerald, green eyes.

"Our son is to become a man today" he said proudly, to his wife, he looked around the dining table, his other children smiling and laughing around the table. He brought forth a cup of wine and toasted, raising it high.

"Sieze the day" They all spoke in unison, clinking their cups.

...

"A fifteen-year-old Sword expert?" Gideon asked, his eyes widening in surprise.

"Impressive" Gideon hummed; he glanced at him inquisitively.

"The Hamera's, improve every generation" He praised.

"Are you ready to serve the light" A smile that seemed to brighten up the room arrived on Gideons face as he extended his hand.

5 years later...

He slammed his gauntlets on the table, sitting down roughly, "This is utter bullshit" His eyebrows furrowed, looking around at the table full of knights. "The damned noble pigs" He cursed, clicking his tongue, turning to look at Gideon "If we were allowed to enter earlier, that damned town wouldn't have been lost." The corners of his lips pulled downward; his lips pressed into a thin line

"Language" Gideon spoke softly, turning the page of his bible.

"Thousands lost, and you don't even care" He snarled, his fist clenching, the knuckles on his hand turning white.

"Insolant"

Argus drew his blade; Gideon raised his hand stopping the blade.

"The light guides, us brother," He paused and stared Theodore in the eye, "Heaven has a plan, and if they died it was part of the great lights plan." Gideon said with reverence, a fervent gaze in his eye.

Thedore's face turned red, he growled, spit flying as he spoke.

"You're insane, this whole damned order is insane." He grabbed his gauntlets, sword and left.

Jason, stepped forward to follow after him, a middle-aged man, his bright red eyes glowed, as he started to move after Theodore, he wore a red and blue surcoat, and a sigil of an Eagle with fish in its talons on the order's silver armor.

"Leave him" He turned back to his bible, "Light wills it"

...

Fuck, Theodore cursed loudly, He wanted to join the order to save people, not wait around for permission to save someone, all because a noble wanted to feel powerful. He spit on the floor, stomping on the ground.

He clenched his teeth, "Ahh" He groaned out, closing his eyes, "Day wills it" he spoke out softly before praying, a smile blossoming on his lips as checked his connection with the light.

"Day really does will it, light is still with me" He spoke excitedly.

Theodore looked for his horse and mounted it, his plan was to become a knight errant, looking to help anyone he came across.

He rode, his horse across the county, he camped along the way, and he rode some more. 

The scenery kept on changing, but never his mission.

His ears perked up, he heard the sounds of screaming and crying. He immediately changed course and headed to the source.

A group of bandits were attacking a small village, already half of the houses were engulfed into flames.

He drew his longsword, the blade erupting in golden flames, his eyes faintly glowing golden, he aimed it towards the first bandit "Cease" He stabbed into his knees, before bringing up his sword and decapitating him.

He turned his face towards the others, the blood on his blade evaporating into nothing. He pointed his blade towards another, adjusting his stance.

"IT'S JUST ONE GUY! SURROUND HIM!" A gruff voice screamed out, a one-eyed bandit with an unruly beard. He pointed his war axe at Theodore.

"Teach the knight bastards, you don't mess with the reapers," His lips moved to smile, his missing teeth creating an interesting backdrop. Ten bandits surrounded Theodore, as the others continued to loot and pillage.

"You think your hot shit because you're a knight" The One-eyed bandit, sneered.

"All humans die the same" He charged forward, swinging his war axe, Theodore deflected, then riposted in his shoulder, before pulling back and parrying a sword that attacked him from the left. He cut the mans face, before pulling back.

Another bandit struck him from the back, the attack bouncing off his silver armor., He turned and smirked, before piercing his heart.

"Lay down your arms, Light wills it" He cut down another, then smacked the one to his right in the face with his hilt breaking his nose. His blood leaking all over the floor.

"Five down"

He held his sword in both hands, the other bandits that were previously pillaging, turning their attention to him.

A big man led them, violet eyes, a rough exterior, unregulated beard and mustache, his eyes narrowed, his mouth turning into a twisted smile. The black armor on his body, had the image of a snake strangling a sparrow engraved.

"Theodore" He spoke warmly as if talking to an old friend, he held his sword on his waist.

"Aiden" Theodore seethed, spitting out the name like it was venom.

"Still the same pretentious prick I see" Aiden walked forward, he drew his blade.

"Still the same piece of shit" Theodore, blessed his blade, the sword growing larger and brighter.

Aiden laughed, "An order member all by them lonesome"

"Could I take this as you getting kicked out" He jeered

"None of your business" Theodore growled

"I couldn't care less why you aren't with those hypocrites" Aiden licked his lips, continuing to talk.

"Why don't you join my crew, I can use a blade like yours."

"And be a two-bit bandit"

"No thanks"

"Then die" Alden charged, his blade engulfed in black flames, they clashed against each other, unfortunately for Aiden, Thedore had always been stronger, he planted his feet forward and pushed through, before cutting Aiden's leg.

Aiden pulled back limping.

"Bastard" He spit the word out, his eyebrows furrowing, his eyes narrowing, the corners of lips pulling down into a sneer.

He stepped forward, gritting his teeth and swung over his head, his sword coming down with black flames trailing behind it.

Theodore met his blade, t bounced off from the parry.

"WHAT ARE YOU BASTARDS WATCHING? DO YOU THINK THIS IS A SPECTACLE, GO KILL THE FUCK" Aiden roared.

The bandits got to work.

Theodore, prayed in his head, summoning a giant sword, of golden flames, swinging it towards the other bandits killing three before summoning a golden sword, in his right hand.

He cut in an arc, killing another before deflecting a blade from Aiden and counterattacking towards another. He kept this pattern until it was just him and Aiden. He swept his leg, tripping the old man, pointing his blade at his throat.

"Wait, wait, wait let's talk about this don't you want to know why I'm attacking this town?" Aiden panted heavily; he showed his hands, before reaching into his cloak pulling out the emblem of a viscount under the Boreas family with a letter attached.

Theodore lowered his guard and reached for it.

In a desperate attempt, Aiden lunged up and grabbed his hand, black flames travelling from his hand to Theodores,

Theodore stumbled backwards, the black flames engulfing him, he tried patting the flames off and combatting it with his golden flames.

His orders mantra repeated wildly in his head.

He stumbled and tripped backwards hitting his head on a rock and knocking himself unconscious. The black flames, corrupting him, with the golden flames barely holding on.

Ever since that day, Theodore had never been the same, more vicious, more malicious, only a semblance of what he once was, the darkest parts of him all amplified a thousand-fold.

…

Right before Aegeon's, first death to Theodor

Theodore was launched from the impact a short distance away. He stood up, spitting onto the floor, his face morphed into one of absolute hatred. His red hair glowing and flowing upwards.

Theodore raised his sword and pointed it towards Aegeon an insane grin etched on his once noble face.

A black flame shot from his blade.

The black flames covered Aegeon, like it once covered him.

"PRIEST!!!"Theodore turned to the angry wail of Isabella, Aegeon disappearing into nothing.

Lightning struck the earth scorching it, dark stormy clouds appearing out of thin air, the heavens roaring like it was angry, a thin line in the sky seemed to be stretched open, giant hands tearing through the fabric of reality shrouded in lightning. The fingers spreading the line tearing it apart, as if it was trying to enter.

"@&#^&*(" The words unintelligible but somehow driving his mind insane.

A giant hand of ice from the earth grabbed Isabella, protecting her from the living thunder.

The hands, started to rip the tear in reality harder, the moment his eyes landed on the fingers he remembered the teachings of the golden order.

One must not gaze unto the visage of a true god, that was the last thought he had before his already dwindling mind collapsed, his last connection to the light vanishing.

And just like that everything was pulled into a vortex and reset.

...

"YOU!" Theodore roared; his mind scrambled "WHAT THE HELL DID YOU DO TO ME!" Theodore demanded an answer to a question he did not understand; his only semblance of intelligence trapped in a loop.