by DeadManCorpse
The Deities of the fourth ascension. The ones who used my world to ascend to godhood. The ones who propagated the war that swept the world. The ones who destroyed my dream. The ones who killed my family and friends. The ones that forced me to draw my blade against fellow humans in meaningless bloodshed. The ones that murder for power. These hateful deities. You will hear my cry. I swear to you: one day, I will destroy all of you, the same way you destroyed my world. ----------------------------- Seriah Boodworth. That's my name. We were once a noble family. I once had a dream to become an artist. Then the war came. I joined the army, I fought for my kingdom. My friends died, I fought even harder. My family's home was destroyed, and my family died. I cried for them and fought even harder. I carried them with me. I became a commander. But I am still a normal human, powerless against arcanists. The war started 5 years ago. Now I stand, in the middle of mountains of bodies, staring into the distance. In the dark, cloudy skies, streaks of lightning blared, striking the ground in a heavenly phenomenon. And the cloud was headed in her direction. "If only I had another chance." Seriah clasped a red, amber jewel in her hands as she prayed, tears streaking down her cheeks. This family heirloom was the one thing that reminded him of what she had lost: her family. "If only I had one more chance!...." She bit her lips until blood flowed out. The clouds swept over her location, and a streak of lightning mercilessly ended her life. That was supposed to be the end. But then she awakened in the old, decrepit halls of her old family home.
