Heaven Destroyer

In the shining, glittering, and filled with icy stone, a group of youngsters and two children were looming round while gazing and examining those shiny stones. No one had seen these things before, neither heard about them—except Leafwhisk and hamster of course. It thrilled everyone after knowing the use of these stones, and there was an abundance of those stones. Everyone could use them and some would still be still left.

Wasting no time, Ayaan dug through the icy stones and gathered on the ground until a huge dune formed in front of them. But there were many, many more stones glittering all around them, waiting for him to dig them as well.

The group sat round the Spirit Stones and exchanged the glances. "After leaving this place, we will transform completely. Our strength will be far stronger than now. Maybe we need little time to reach the higher world. Not even a year." 

Everyone nodded and started to absorb the Spirit Stones. This seclusion would be long, but when they go out of this place, they would have the power to turn this world upside down, and that's what Ayaan would do. Turn the world upside down, fucking Heavenly Palace!

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Far away in the wilderness, filled with roars of beast, screeches of wounded, pleading of injured. Reek of blood, the stench of piss. The ground was embedded with the corpses in the puddle of disgusting blood, limbs and heads and guts and faeces scattered in all round. At the center of all this sat two men, covered in blood, filled with wounds. Looks haggard, eyes tired. Their clothes had been torn from many places, revealing their muscular and wounded bodies underneath.

Two of them gasped for air and poured water on their faces and heads. The sweat and blood covered them along with deep scars all over their bodies, but neither of them cared about their bodies.

"Please, kill me!" a shout of agony and pain and misery came from not far away from the two of them. The man with red hair turned towards moaning and creaming and smirked without a hint of sympathy, as if enjoying every bit of pain the man felt, every time he screamed, and every time he pleaded for death. 

"Death, you say?" the red-haired man's face suddenly turned extremely, extremely cold. His face filled with fury, pain, misery, and contempt. "Death, you say, heh? So death will you get! You fucking pigs! The death you will get!!" he screamed and panted and tears fell from his eyes. 

"Whoosh!"

"Puchi!"

His sword drilled into the pleading man's heart, though the pain and anger did not go away from his face after killing him, instead more tears fell from his eyes. He looked at hundreds of corpses, some without heads, some without limbs, while others dissected into many parts. Even after killing so many people, he could not find peace. He wanted to kill more, more and more. He wanted to destroy every one of those bastards. He wanted to kill their children, and he wanted to slaughter their women in front of those fucking self-righteous people!

"AHH!!" he screamed and fell on his knees and punched on the ground and punched until blood clotted on his fist. "Ahhh!" he looked towards the sky and screamed. His shout was miserable, painful, pitiful, heartbreak.

At this time he felt a hand on his shoulder and turned around, only to find his companion, closer than his brother, standing behind him and looking into his eyes. "That's enough, Alexander." He said. "You have held your tears for so long and hid it from your daughters, showing your tough side to them every time. Sometimes even hurting them, but I know you never meant to harm them, and I know how much you love your daughters. They think you are a very strong and merciless and cruel father with no love or pity. What would they think about you if they have seen you crying like a baby?"

"My daughters…" he murmured and looked towards the sky and somewhat calmed himself down. Yes, he still has his daughters, for whom he lived for so long. If they wouldn't have come in his life, he also might have gone into mud like everyone else, like his father, mother and… like her… When he remembered the face of his dying wife, tears welled out of eyes, and anger once more filled his heart. But… but he still has his daughters. For their safety, he would kill and destroy his every enemy and make their lives miserable as they made his.

Alexander wiped his tears and stood with a firm expression. He looked at Armori, his one and only companion, who supported and fought with him no matter how many difficulties they faced. He was there to support him. "She wasn't only your wife, but also my sister. They didn't kill your parents only, but also my parents. You at least have daughters, but I have nothing." Armori said, and his face didn't change when he spoke about the most painful memories of his life. 

"I'm sorry," said Alexander, "for losing control over my emotions."

Armori only smiled but comment no further. He knew his brother-in-law was an emotional person. He looked around, only to find scatter bodies. No man was alive, both of them had killed everyone. The place reeked and wafted all round them. Armori frowned and turned to look at his companion. "I think we should get going. It isn't wise to stay in a single place. Our enemies must be searching for us. These people definitely weren't their full force."

Alexander reckoned and nodded. He knew Armori was right, it would be stupid to stay at a same place. Their enemies were everywhere. Furthermore, the disgusting stench was everywhere in this place. He grasped the hilt of his sword and said. "Let's go."

Tic-top, tic-top, tic-top.

As they readied themselves, both men heard the galloping of horses. They exchanged glances and scattered towards the bush, disappearing into them and leaving behind a field of corpses.