Board Thread:What Would You Do?/@comment-39586542-20190929015219/@comment-39586542-20190929165538

Justheretowrite wrote: Who would do all that?

Prepare for darkness.

"At last, at long, long last!"

The two looked at him with a mixture of spite and terror.

"I've done it, I've bested the best! I am supreme, not even your combined might was great enough!"

The chief god glared at Maou with loathing even he would have struggled to muster.

"If she hadn't wasted so much time and energy with your husbsnd, we could have stopped you when you were weaker!"

Harnakon laughed, a mellifluous sound, with an undertone not unlike the sensation of clawing at a blackboard.

"You two couldn't have defeated me even then, because you," he lifted the God's chin with his rapier, "stretched your influence too thin, waging war with all the disparate corruption throughout the world, weakening yourself with each and every battle."

Maou chuckled to herself.

"And she had the nerve to think she could win!"

Harnakon cut off one of Maou's wings.

"And you were no better, relying on your raw ability and never training yourself, letting the flow of nature dictate the outcome of your war."

Maou shrugged.

"I was born lucky."

The god chuckled.

"And you, human, were lucky to be born."

He sliced off one of the hundreds of wings, tentacles, and arms whivh hung from and were also constrained within the deity.

"Show some damn respect, I brought low the great Titans, I slaughtered your angels, I decapitated the Lilims!"

The thing which had-at once-no tongue and many, spoke.

"You deserve no respect, you have done nothing but slaughter to achieve your selfish goals, mortal."

"Say my name."

"Which title do you prefer? 'please don't?' 'have mercy?' 'I'll do whatever you ask, just spare my husband?' 'don't hurt my wife?' 'what have you done to my children?' or perhaps-"

He slit the tongue from it's mouth, and it fell to the ground, struggling to breathe as it choked on blood.

"I prefer you to call me, 'Bastard,' and 'worm,' and all of the other things that I am, because it will never change that your life is mine."

"What must I say to survive, what promises must I keep, that I may not be slain?"

"What is my name?"

The mass in the shape of a person seemed to shift.

"Spare my life, Harnakon, I beseech you."

"Request denied."

His blade struck true, and the thing writhed.

"What is this feeling, why do I tremble? Why do I grow cold?"

"It's called dying, you imbecile, I suspect you're terrified."

"I don't want to be gone, I-"

It was skewered to the floor by his blades, through what it passed off as hands.

"You brought this upon yourself, you wretch. My sister is dead because of you."

It cowered away, trying to escape and mend it's wounds.

"I did no such thing. You are mistaken!"

"No, when she became a succubus, it was your zealots that hunted her down, it was them that tied her to a post im the town square and burned her, you inspired them, told them to perform their evils."

"I was not in direct contact with any believers!"

"And you will suffer for your lack of intervention, you quivering pile of filth."

"I wouldn't be so quick to judge, you bastard."

Harnakon turned just enough to view Maou.

"You killed my daughters for no reason, you slaughtered my subjects because you could."

"I took my revenge where I could, it was your kind which made my sister something deemed worthy of purging."

"So you slaughtered innocents, just like those paladins."

"I was protecting humanity!"

"I'm sure those paladins believed the same, when they incinerated your sister."

"Shut up!"

He slashed off her head in a singke blow, and finished off the thing with little additional difficulty.

"Why, why won't if come out?"

Harnakon washed his hands for the fifth tine that evening, it had been weeks since je had killed the two.

He washed his hands some twenty times each day, and he was doing so again.

The water ran red below his hands, though it flowed clear from the faucet.

Soap helped none, and all his scrubbing did was make his hands hurt.

He dried his aching skin, the white towwl staining red like the marble sink.

Never, it never washes out!

It never would. That was beatifully written, i thought i was the only one who actually had names for the Demon Lord and Chief God.