The Four Gods of the Underworld part 2
20 trillion years later. Humanity flourishes, empires rise and wars began. Humans started fighting and more souls rained down to the underworld. From the battlefield, horse hooves clanking on the ground, a man covered in a long veil that covers his face, watches as the bodies of his enemies and allies all fell. Many tried to bring him down but he remained still, focused, and calmed, ending them with his long spear, stabbing them to death. A loud cackled laugh echoes in the battle, a woman unafraid of everything surrounding her, she wears her armour black as her soul with pride, killing every man that stands in her way, some flee from her frightening aura. Her long sword drips of blood as she smiles at the dead men under her feet. A roar is heard from afar, everyone was stunned by the loudness. Covered in blood and gore, his great sword stained in red. He stands above the flayed bodies of his enemies, everyone sees his him as a monster, a killer, a legend or a myth but as he stands in front of everyone, he is no myth. The man with a spear, the woman with a sword and him launch themselves. Blood spill in every area. They don't stop, they never stop until every single last of their enemies fall. The Three Demons of War. The Blood Knights. Death's hands.
They were the Unstoppable, Powerful, and Great, once celebrated heroes of a far kingdom of the humans. Their names had once been whispered with reverence, their deeds sung in bards' tales. But soon the whispers had turned to curses, the songs to dirges. Rumors flying into every corner of the land, not of their heroic deeds but their crimes. "Lies!" the three defended, yelling, screaming to any ear who will hear them out but no one answered. Betrayed by the very people they had sworn to protect, betrayed by their own comrades, betrayed by their own King. They had been stripped of their titles, their honors, and finally, their homeland. Exiled to this barren wasteland, they were left to grapple with the ashes of their shattered loyalty. Their hearts fueled by the flames of their anger, they want vengeance on their name!
8 months later of hiding, plotting, waiting for their vengeance. The people no longer see them useful after the end of the war but how stupid they were to let them go, don't they know there are more enemies? Idiots. The three hidden on a no man's land. A desolate place where there's barely life there, monsters hiding under the ground, but they're not scared, no, this isn't the first time they have been here. To the world it's a land of nothing and death but for them it's a playground, they fight and kill monsters everyday without fail. The veiled man and the red man converse with each other, planning the next monster to hunt tomorrow and the next meal for dinner. A loud yell disrupts the two, they turn and see the black armoured woman, grinning, she's holding something. "Brothers! I have great news!" She carries with her a large heavy black book. It has a skull symbol in the front and a skeleton hand in the back. The book looks like it's full of magic and curses, something they don't partake with but they were desperate for vengeance.
"I discovered this in a hidden, ruined temple far to the north."
"North? But that's where the mole beast nest is! Why did you venture there?" the veiled man questioned, concern lacing his tone.
"Silence!" she snapped. "I was searching for something. This book is the Codex Infernalis, a guide to the underworld, the land of souls." The woman's voice echoed with dark excitement. "And look at this: the Right Hand of the Goddess of Death, the Blood God—an entity of war, pain, and retribution."
The red man studied the page, his gaze lingering on the image of the Blood God. He then turned to his sister, his voice low yet commanding. "What is your intention, sister?" he asked, his eyes narrowed with suspicion. Listen, brother," she began, "the plan is simple: we find the temple of this Entity and eliminate it!"
Her siblings were taken aback. "But sister," one protested, "it's an immortal God! We are merely mortal knights—humans without magical talents or powerful bloodlines."
The sister retorted, "We are the Three Demons of War! The Blood Knights! And Death's Hands." She declared, invoking the titles that had nearly faded from their memories. "We are invincible, powerful, and undefeated! We are superior to those imbeciles, those fools who believed exiling us was their greatest triumph!"
"This God is the embodiment of war itself, but war forged us. The fighting, the killing, the victories—has this deity ever truly fought?" She grinned, glancing back at her comrades. "We can do this. We can triumph. We can end it…"
"And become Gods," the red man finished, his eyes gleaming with ambition.
The three Demons now shared a singular, unwavering goal: not just vengeance, but a profound, definitive retribution.
After years of searching, they found it, the Temple of the Unknown God. They made their way past the grand gate, the long hallway of Unknown God's portrayal, stepping to a long spiral staircase down. It was dark and gloomy, few candles as their only light source. After hours of heading down, they hear noises, see an entrance way to another room. Inside was a grand large empty room, the walls full of red candles, lightning the room up, in the middle stands the Unnamed God. His entire body and armour is covered in blood, flowing from the ceiling holes, where it came from, they don't know. The three charge their attack, surprising the Entity.
The God stood tall, an imposing figure against the ravaged landscape. He raised his right arm to strike them down, but the trio swiftly evaded his assault. Simultaneously, one attacked his right flank, another his left, and the last struck from behind. The Unnamed God, overwhelmed by the coordinated assault, was swiftly overwhelmed by the three most skilled and dangerous warriors.
The woman rose from the Entity's chest, clutching the still-beating heart of the Defeated God in her hand. "With this heart, none shall defy us, none shall slay us, and none shall exploit us again!" she proclaimed, her voice ringing with dark triumph.
Her siblings echoed her sentiment. She sliced the heart into three pieces, each seizing a fragment before consuming it in a dark ritual.
A year after the trio's banishment from the kingdom, life remained mired in the same corruption. Nobles preyed upon the poor, knights flagrantly violated their oaths, and the King continued his reign of lies, deceit, and greed.
As night descended, ominous black clouds gathered, enveloping the kingdom in an impenetrable darkness. The heavens vanished from sight, replaced by an all-consuming gloom. Everyone gazed upward in stunned silence as the source of the encroaching shadows became apparent. The King and his fellow traitors gasped in horror.
The quiet man, clad in stark white robes, rode a skeletal steed that moved with unnatural vitality. The black-haired woman blended seamlessly with the surrounding darkness, an ethereal specter of vengeance. And the man in crimson armor, forged from flesh, blood, and bone, exuded an aura of raw power.
"This is retribution!" the three proclaimed in unison, their voices echoing through the night. The darkness surged forward, engulfing the kingdom until nothing remained. Erased from the annals of history, the kingdom vanished, leaving no trace of its existence.
From the ashes rose three deities: the God of Sickness and Despair, the Goddess of Fear and Revenge, and the God of War and Pain, their dominion secured.