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Chapter 4: Ch4.Christonious Interitus



Christonious is a combat prodigy, and a Mass murderer responsible for the death of thousands of humans and creatures alike, his blade knows no discrimination. Christonious holds no allegiance to any faction or military power. Uncooperative to any efforts to calm his vile crusade… 

 Christonious' birth was part of a holy ceremony in a smaller tribe of pre-divine humans with a strict culture. Once the baby was born the grand priest found something wrong with the child. The child was a Human with a preexisting connection to divine energy. The villagers assumed the Mother had lain with a Man outside of the tribe, or maybe even an unholy monster. The mother was shamed and repeatedly physically reprimanded for her crimes, outcasting her from the social circle of society. once the child grew in enough size to be helpful to the village. The mother named the child christonious.

Christonious once out of his infancy and grew more into a boy, the village chiefs started to train him in bladed combat. The child was a prodigy, besting grown soldiers of the village in spars after a mere few days of training. As Christonious grew older his skill only increased, making him a valuable member of the village. Eventually, he scaled the ranks rapidly, eventually becoming head war chief of the village, second to only the elders themselves. 

The people of the village didn't like Christonious. Though he was important the people saw them as impure and tainted by demons. A virus among their village that they must purify and cast out. Many people wanted Christonious and his mother dead, despite all he had done to help the village get to the state it is now. So they decided to drive it out.

The people stormed their cottage in the middle of the night and attempted to take the life of Christonious and his mother. The Mob managed to take the life of Christonious' mother with various makeshift weapons. Dragging her out of her own home and stringing it up on the house as a welcoming gift for the new chief.

When Christonious arrived at his home, he stood there. Just stood there. Not out of fear, or anger, or shock. But one of acceptance.

The Mob surrounded christonious with tools of fire and steel, ready to tear the devil baby apart with their bare hands. Yet the only thing the boy did was stand there, his blade still in its sheath. 

An impatient man gripped his spear and lunged at christonious in an attempt on his life. Barely missing the boy's head, landing a gash on his cheek. 

The crowd watched in awe as the fiercest warrior of the village stood so still at a time like this. 

The boy then takes the sword from his belt and drops his sword on the floor, finally looking the assailant in the eye. Darkness clouding his face from the great flames engulfing his house, he gazed up at the farmer with a grin that took up his whole face. The only feature seen by the crowd was a simple, wide smile. The crowd's shock overthrew the inferno of the flames with an overbearing chill felt by the very earth itself. 

The villagers regained their nerve and began calling out at the boy, calling him a demon, a creature of the depths of fire, a monster to be purified by the light of the divine beings. 

Christonious brought his weapon through the man with a fell swoop. the peartip making a deep slash in his throat, killing the man instantly with his own weapon. The rest of the mob charged at Christonious in anger and the first battle ensued. began to cut them all down using all the weapons that the villagers could muster to kill the demon. Slaughtering each challenger one by one in a manic frenzy like each of their deaths caused by the end of their own weapons. 

Once the battle was over and the last person had been slain Christonious' bloodlust didn't end. Christonious marches to the center of the village while his cottage burns up in the fire. The flames kept spreading through the fields to the rest of the village, setting it ablaze. Christonious walked through as people ran out of their homes to get away. 

Anyone who stood in his way, cut down with extreme prejudice 

Christonious marched up to the elder's monastery to finally put an end to the ones that caused his mother so much misery

He executed all of them where they stood, the last one hidden away in the back trying to create the spell of teleportation. Sigils gleamed on his hands as he drew all the divine energy from his legs, turning them to dust. The sparks fly relentlessly as he attempts to bend divine energy to his will before he stops. 

The sound of a boot hitting the ground behind him stops his flow as he looks up at his imminent judgment.

The only thing the final elder sees is a young man covered in blood and charred patches. The flames engulfed the walls behind him and leaving man to breathe in the smoke. They both stare at each other, the whites of their eyes being the only defining trait of the creature in the smoke. 

The elder breathes in his last breath and uses to rest of his strength to utter one phrase

"Crimson Devil."

A blade was driven through the elder's neck, putting him into his final rest.

When christonious emerged from the building he looked around at the village he used to roam, now turned to dust. All because of their pride. The smells of sweet buns and clover butter beef were replaced with smoke and burning flesh. Desecrated forevermore 

Everyone who knew him was dead. All shackles of society broken away from the hold of christonious's mind…

They called him a demon, a monster, a titan amongst the living, an idol of pure strength

The manifestation of human wrath...

An avatar of wrath, that's what christonious will be

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