Requiem Of A Failed Hero



"He died?" The stranger crouched and observed Raith's body that lifelessly lay on the ground. After a few moments, Raith flung up not startling the man, in fact, his eyes followed Raith as though they were anticipating it.

Raith looked to his side, his face almost kissing that of the stranger's.

"You said something about primordials–

Raith immediately clutched his throat, no matter how much he tried to talk, he couldn't hear his voice.

The man sighed and closed his eyes as he stood.

"As long as you are bound by the celestial code, you can't do much."

Raith frowned, '...I thought I had overcome it.'

Even with over four hundred Ev Zeeyra Intelligence points, this was the best Raith could take, any more information about the primordials was bound to repeatedly kill him, this was not the celestial code or to better put this was a higher code than the celestial code, the celestial code protected the celestial's secret. But this code protected other races from the secret of the primordials, an existence that stood above all.

This one was a tough one to crack.

Raith stumbled to his feet, he had just woken from death and should be filled with vigor but he felt more like shit as if he was getting up from a near-death experience.

The man was still crouching, even after seeing Raith rise from the dead he isn't asking any questions.

"You will continue right?" Raith asked, looking down at him as he struggled to stand still. His head was still dizzy and he was unstable but all that lasted a few seconds.

The man finally stood up and looked at Raith, he crossed his hands behind his back and walked past Raith, pacing again.

"I was part of those that were commissioned to stop Fel. And I failed, not only did I fail but corruption seeped deeply into me. There was by no means any saving for me."

"I see... So Fel got what he came from."

"No, he had only a few shards..." The man paused to respond to Raith and soon continued his pacing again.

Raith squinted his eyes as he thought about something for a moment and then voiced out, "Are there other archons that ganged up with Fel to stir trouble in this Achaia."

"Oh oh, looks like you know something." The man was in his front, he was ten steps away from him as at the last word of Raith's statement.

"Nine archons, including Fel, created a world named Therut, it is said that they were the last remaining of the archons after they defeated the primordials, they took the last of their strength to create a world for us and protected us," Raith explained the history of Therut, a story they are told over and over again while growing up.

The man doesn't seem fazed about this, as if nothing ever surprises him. "They went ahead and did that huh?" He mumbled caressing his chin as he looked down with his other hand behind his back.

Raith was just dying to know more.

"So, I assume that wasn't the case?" His eyes were scrutinizing the man's face for answers of some sort even before he talked.

The man's focus was away from Raith and he was deeply in thought. He turned to Raith, all smiley but coming out eerily because of his large lips and the rings on his nose.

"So, can you tell me all about this world?"

"I'd be more than happy to. Therut is a world that comprises humans, elves, and dwarves. The world was created by the archons using their real body as pillars, we have the throne archon, the justice archon, the hound archon, the shield archon, the sword archon, the spear archon, the nature archon and the death archon which is Fel. Their real body is asleep due to the exhaustion, but they left their dust available with pontifices, an elven priest that serve them from childhood, with this dust all beings equally are able to awaken certain powers when they reach seventeen."

Raith took a long pause looking at this strange man's face before he continued, "I was chosen as a candidate for the death archon, Fel. This normally doesn't happen because Fel was said to be dead but they said whatever was left of his dust chose me and thus began my horrible fate. I was sent away from home for being a failure and everyone cast me out as a foreigner, it was even hard to make friends... the little ones I had wanted to take advantage of me because I used to be nobility."

It looked more like he was explaining his sob story than he was talking about Therut.

"How interesting..." The man's lips curled, and his fingers were still curved beneath his chin since. He looked like he knew something Raith didn't, the way his eyes were looking at Raith– he was finding this story amusing.

"If you are one of the archons that fought to stop Fel, why are you chained here?"

"That isn't a part of our bargain, I believe I have more than fulfilled my end of our bargain, now it is time for you to do yours."

Raith smacked his lips at him, "Fine, so what do I need to do to help you?"

The man lifted his hand, "These are Sha'smura Trinkets"

"Uh?"

"You don't need to know what they are exactly, but these chains have a core which is that door. You can't break the door and you also can't break these trinkets... but what you can do is trick it."

"What do you mean trick it?" Raith hesitantly muttered, this strange man's countenance was already getting uncomfortable.

The man had a wide grin on his face almost like a pedophilic pervert.

"No matter how hard you try to hide it mortal, I can sense it, it can never be hidden, it shrieks off you like a disgusting smell."

'Shit! Did he discover my ties to the abyss?' Raith broke a pearl of sweat as he got ready for the worst-case scenario.

"The ruler authorities. Mortal, I know you have one of them." The man said, reaching his hand to Raith.

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