Right Hand of God
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AN: Just one of a sh*t load of chapter one pilots that I've already typed out. Inspiration for this is a mixture of Hill of Swords by the immortal fanfic god Gabriel blessing and messing around ZnT and Type-Moon wiki and probably one too many sticks of cigarettes and red bull after an all-nighter.
Pairing: Secret
Tags: Big time AU and Violence
-Right Hand of God-
Story starts
Chapter 1: Sins
In a barely lit and dusty room a figure stood.
It was a girl whose features were hidden by the darkness.
The girl was rummaging through an old desk in desperation.
She was looking for an item of great importance that a certain man told her to acquire.
She placed her hand under the desk and searched until her fingers felt a small bump on the otherwise even wooden surface.
The girl smiled, this was just like the man.
She pushed the bump up. After doing so she heard a distinct clicking sound, the she was all so familiar with. Lo and behold there was a new gap that appeared on the desk.
The girl took out a small knife and jammed the gap open.
"Achoo" she sneezed out cutely as a pile of dust emanated from the secret compartment. The girl waved her fanning the dust away.
As the dust receded she looked at the new opening and saw the object of her desire.
She gently took the object and opened it.
It was a journal to be specific and despite dust that accumulated around it the book was surprisingly kept in a great condition.
The girl looked around the room and saw a small lamp still burning brightly; it was the only source of light in this otherwise dark room. The girl took a few steps as she sat down near the lamp and opened to the first page of the journal.
This journal is the testament of my life.
This is the proof of both my actions, and the consequences that came along with them.
So I ask of you my reader are you willing to listen.
To the confessions of a fool?
I want you to remember.
These are my sins.
The girl gulped, this was it with a turn of a page she was going to learn the truth; she was going to learn of his life.
Her hands were shaking as she reached for the page and flipped it over.
She closed her eyes and took a deep breath before exhaling; the girl opened her eyes with renewed strength. Hesitation now gone she looked down on the page and started reading the journal of a fool.
-Right Hand of God-
My tale begins in an era long forgotten by time; and it began with the childhood of The Founder Brimir, the first Void Mage. I could only smile and laugh brightly as I remembered those good memories. In his youth Brimir grew up in the Holy Land, he was just a bundle of pure joy and mischief from what I heard about his past the boy was apparently a prankster and enjoyed often causing trouble for others. But despite his mischievous ways in his youth the boy was a genius that possessed great power unmatched during his age allowing him to cast spells of great power without even exhausting himself. Although he couldn't use any of the basic elements like fire, water, wind, and earth, the boy still continued honing his art and slowly made his way to become the greatest magician in existence.
With his powers of the Void a young Brimir bound four familiars to his side.
His first familiar was a female elf named Sasha; she agreed to form a pact with the boy so he could do experiments on her. Sadly to the girl's displeasure the mage turned her into his familiar and granted her with one of his special runes. The rune Gandálfr or the Left Hand of God, granted the elf god like boosts to her abilities during battle as well as absolute mastery over all weaponry. The rune was entrusted to her so she could protect the mage while he casts spell.
His second familiar was another woman her name I have already forgotten but she was granted Mjöðvitnir, the Mind of God that gave her great insight along with power over magical items.
And his third familiar and the most unusual out of three was a certain man pulled out of his home world and summoned using a very strange ritual. The man became good friends with Brimir and eventually became the very first Vindálfr and was granted the ability to communicate and command with animals.
Sadly that poor foolish sap was me.
The last one well, she possessed the Lífþrasir the Heart of God which made her a vessel for great magic, she was a kind girl but I'd rather not talk about her.
The founder spent his time with his familiars going to various adventures and performing experiments, various hijinks that were really fun even now if I still think of those times all I could remember were the happy smiles in our faces.
I wish it would've lasted longer though.
If only I noticed the trouble brewing up on the horizon.
If only I acted sooner.
Then those times would have lasted longer.
And the future tragedy would have been averted.
Yet I failed to do so.
Due to a certain event that occurred – which I will be keeping as a secret and taking with me to my grave, the Humans were exiled from the Holy Land by the elves. Being the kind man that he was Brimir brought it upon himself to retake the homeland.
It went downhill from there.
Thing quickly escalated and eventually I was once more given a view I thought I have left behind in my previous world.
It was a genocide, something I have seen one too many times in my accursed life.
And it was the same as the other times in my life, I could do nothing about it.
At first Brimir's actions were noble so I had to grit my teeth and agree with his actions but I noticed it the man I served was slowly changing gone was the kind hearted young man. He was replaced by cynical man who viewed the annihilation of another race as the only solution to all the world's problems. He became drowned in his own power that he openly admitted that he preferred using mass genocide as a first solution.
He didn't even show any guilt when he sacrificed his fourth familiar; when he sacrificed her to commit atrocities.
I was at the end of my ropes; it was the second time a close friend of mine slowly descended into darkness and I had enough, the man had to be stopped.
-Right Hand of God-
"Why?" Brimir asked as he coughed out blood, he looked at his chest and saw a sword piercing him straight through his heart.
"You have lost your way Brimir… you've become so drowned with your own power that you have lost all of your respect for life" I replied as I held on my sword tightly.
"Is this because of the elves? Why? all of them should be purged! They dare take our land from us and drive us to the brink of death!" he answered back as blood began seeping out of his wounds.
"That is why you'll never understand…. You we're willing to kill hundreds of thousands for a sin your kind committed! Your people were exiled for a reason. Lífþrasir tried telling you that, she tried to reasons with you and what did you do? You used her as a bomb to kill more elves!" I replied expressing all my pent up rage and anger over his actions "And I did this so Gandálfr wouldn't have to taint her hands with your blood" I added.
The man's eyes widened "So Sasha was planning to kill me as well?" he paused as he coughed out more blood "Would've known better than to trust an elf…" he looked at his familiar with eyes full of rage "I tell you this Vindálfr if not me then the next to inherit my powers the Elves shall fall and we will reclaim our Land nothing will stop us." He coughed out more blood as trying to speak got harder and harder. "You are only delaying the inevitable"
The man didn't respond as he pulled his blade out of the Founder's chest "You are a fool.. Your ideals for peace…. They will never come…." The dying man declared with a sadistic grin on his face.
"I know" I replied as I sliced his head off.
I stood there is silence as I flicked his blood off my blade before sheathing it. "Sasha I need a favor"
"How did you know I was here?" the elf asked as she walked out of the shadows her magical sword in hand.
"I sensed you" I answered as I kept my gaze on the body of my friend. I felt a sudden heat coming from my right hand as a brought it up. The runes he inscribed were slowly disappearing. I looked towards the elf and saw her holding her left hand as her own runes faded away.
"I need to talk to the elder" I told the elf
-The Right Hand of God-
I journeyed with the former Gandalf to an ancient city of elves. Even though I was human the elves allowed me to enter their sanctuary, since I was well known as one of the few who went against Brimir's ideals as well as being the only creature in existence to have a higher affinity with nature than the elves themselves they.
I was eventually brought to a room where I met an Old Elf in fact the oldest in existence during that time. He was an ancient being who exuded an aura of power unsurpassed by all, even mine.
I told the man of the plans that I had in mind and the general specifics of a certain contract that I was planning to make with the spirits of nature themselves.
"A Contract like that is unheard of" the old man replied "And that is, certainly a heavy burden to carry but why would you wish to put yourself in an eternal torment?" the man added as he looked at me. I knew that the man was carefully analyzing me one didn't live as long as he has without encountering one or two fools with insane ideas.
I was proud to say mine was definitely insane.
"Because it's the only way to prevent people for abusing such a great power" I answered without hesitation.
"You can establish and order to train someone to take over for you for this task. I am sure my kind would be willing enough to help you in your endeavour" the wise man offered as an alternative.
"No the hatred between the elves and humans run too deep. I am sure that even if the one who inherits the power is worthy old grudges will cloud their judgement which will result in the death of a mage." I answered as the old man couldn't help but nod to my response.
"And this is a sin that I alone must bear" I added.
"You're a fool" the man said with a tone of pity.
I smiled sadly "I know"
-The Right Hand of God-
The girl sat still in the darkness as she kept reading of and learning of the events that occurred in his life. The pact he made, the actions he has taken, an entry on each life he was force to extinguish. It continued on until the girl reached the last page.
So I ask you my dear reader, are you familiar with the tales of the lost magic Void?
If you are, may I ask you one simple question, for the past thousands of years has there been any record of void users?
If there is none than good, that means I've done my job.
Though it is also painful to admit that for all these years there hasn't been a single person I have deemed worthy of the Void's power.
As I am writing this it has been 5700 years since the death of Brimir by my hands and as stated in my contract to spend an eternity in slumber only to be allowed awaken when the users of the Void appear and since I have already dispatched of the current inheritors of the power who tried to overthrow and empire for their own foolish needs my time is running short.
I do hope that the next time I awaken, those who inherited his powers are worthy of it less history repeats itself which will end with the mage and their familiar dead.
Another pair of lives lost in to my hands.
With Great Power comes great responsibility
And I exist to make sure the power isn't abused.
As I've done for the last 5700 years.
And will keep on doing until the end of the world.
I desperately wish for this to be the last entry of this journal.
I know it is a foolish wish.
But a man can wish right?
The first and hopefully last to walk this path.
A fool to no end,
Naruto Namikaze
"So you read it huh?" a voice said shocking the girl making her almost drop the book. She quickly tried to hide it behind her back but she knew better. The man standing in the door was always sharp so it was a pointless act.
"Yes" she responded as she looked away from the man, although he allowed her to read it she still felt that she saw a dark part in the man's life. She found out about the man's purpose, the man's intentions.
The reason for all his actions.
And it already brought her to tears.
Although foolish this man was the epitome of sacrifice.
Someone had to do it, and he brought it on himself to do so.
A sacrifice that made him the enemy of the world.
"Will you still stay by my side despite knowing all of this?" the man asked with a hint of weariness in his voice.
She didn't answer.
The girl just dropped the journal and stood up.
She looked straight at the man's blue eyes as she slowly walked towards him stopping only a few inches away from him before she lifted her body up standing only on her toes as she reach towards a small spot in his tall figure.
She smiled before she gently placed her lips against his.
It was the very best way she thought of to convey her emotions; it was an act that carried more power than any of her words.
The girl eventually parted lips with the man she smiled as she saw tears streaming down his handsome face since he often hid his emotions "Thank you" the man whispered to her ears as he hugged her the girl responded by enveloping him in a warm hug as well.
The two stayed in each other's arms that night.
It was the calm before the storm.
And with the rise of the sun it will bring forth,
The judgement for the fool's sins.
-Right Hand of God End-
AN: I'm planning to start this story using in medias res just like satsujin.
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