Chapter 8: The One Who Steals The Gods Magic

Chapter 8:

The One Who Steals The Gods Magic

Brax and Xinyu ran far away until the darkness in the sky subsided. Even then, they still ran from the wretched thing until they were certain they were safe.

“W-who the hell was that?” Brax panted, hunched over and slumping his hands over his knees.

“I do not know,” Xinyu admitted, looking back to the dark clouds behind them. “But they are not a human or a god. I wish they were not a foe. Surely their ability to destroy god magic would be useful to me. The ability to decay magic, how scary is that.”

“Magic that decays magic?” Brax asked. “Could such a power exist?”

“Anything can exist,” Xinyu said.

“Which reminds me, didn’t you say somethin’ about stealing the gods' magic?” Brax asked.

“Yes, the magic I use is not my own, but the gods,” Xinyu said. “It is a forbidden technique that allows me to take a tiny bit of their power.”

“And the Eastland gods just let you do it?” Brax asked.

“Of course not,” Xinyu said. “Do you allow flies to feast upon your blood?”

“No…”

“It is the same,” Xinyu said. “The more magic I suck from them, the greater chance they have of noticing. I am sure you can guess what happens then. That is not to say the other ill effects. Small amounts of their power are fine, but taking too much will destroy and rip apart the body in the most painful way. It is like the fly drank too much blood and it is now gushing out of its skin.”

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“Is the gods’ magic really worth the risk?” Brax asked. “Why are you going to such lengths?”

“Because…” Xinyu started. “ I am angry. I smile, but that does not always mean I am happy. It is just the way I was taught to live. I must smile even though… even though the dream I chase is impossible.”

Although Xinyu smiled alongside her words, it looked like it could fade at any moment.

“Didn't you say anything is possible?” Brax asked. “You backin’ out of your words now?”

Xinyu looked at him and her grin widened.

“Ha! That is true, I did say that!” Xinyu said. “And if it turns out my dream really is impossible, I will just make it possible!”

“Thank the gods your back,” Brax said. “So now what do we do?”

“Let us resume our journey,” Xinyu said. “Let us forget the witch for now. She will come back in time, and with her, answers.”

Back at the pond, the woman stared at the indent on the ground her foes had made as the blackish fire walls simmered down.

“Do you think I’d let you get away that easily?” she grumbled as thunder echoed in the distance. “Your fate was sealed the moment I sensed you using god magic from the mountains.”

She took a step forward, but was met with another opposition. By chance, the one that flitted above her this time was not mortal. The mythical being was cloaked in pearly white robes which had two slits in the back where soft feathery wings waved up and down.

“So you are the anomaly that’s been wreaking havoc in the Southlands,” the shiny being said, descending from the sky. He was draped in majestic white cloth, as one would expect from a divine being one step below the gods.

“Or perhaps not,” the woman said, grinning madly. She was quite pleased with the gift that presented itself to her. “What business have you here, angeeeeeel?”

“You're no deity, but you're not a mortal either, ” the angel said, drawing his divine sword of light from his back. “I take it you're from the Moonless Terra?”

“So Zeus has caught wind?” the woman asked, drawing her own blade of darkness.

“No,” the angel said as he raised his golden blade above his head. “But he shall know when I present your corpse to him.”

The sky split open and a hundred glimmering swords fell like stars as an army of angels emerged from the clouds and descended upon the witch.

“Savor the words you speak, for they are the last you shall ever utter,” she muttered as black energy swelled all around. “The end rushes forward faster than ever before.”