THE END OF A GOD

"Are you sure you want to try this for real?"

Taking a step on the floor, I took a deep breath, collecting as much air as I could until I spoke again.

"I mean, what other choice do we have, right? If that's what needs to be done, let's do it! " I replied, with a certain carefree smile on my lips.

My company got up, and walking a little closer to me, he looked into my eyes, about to say something, with a slight smile on his face.

I knew the meaning of that smile. It wanted to say "goodbye". The plan that had been formulated by us could not be considered the most ethical, but at least it was one that promised to work.

"I'm going to miss you, man ... It was an honor to fight on these battlefields with you."

Anton, the red fox-like demi-human, ran up to me, holding out a hand. I accepted that greeting, after all, this would be the last time we would see each other.

"Yeah, yeah ... You can cut out that emotional feels stuff ... After I save the world, you can party at will." I said, with a somewhat cynical tone.

I thought maybe that was just the anticipation of death ... I was referring to that strange playful mood that took over me ...

That was the plan we formulated, a method to finally destroy this powerful enemy that was plaguing the Underworld.

Rothius ... My grandfather.

Laughing a little, I jumped out of the place where I was sitting, jumping up in a start from that simple wooden table.

"What an irony ... Killed by his own grandson!" I said, laughing more at the situation.

Rothius was literally the "God" entitled to the capital G of that world. According to local mythology, it was he who existed since the beginning of everything, and created the planets, the stars, and everything else that exists ...

In short, an omnipotent being, of incomparable power. The only problem ... was that the God of this world turned his back on it ...

Rothius was revolted with the world, and sent his troops of angels to launch constant attacks against Bellatrus and the other kingdoms. The chaos gradually spread everywhere ... The Zerchiels, name the race of angels is called in this world, were incomparable warriors. Only Magic was capable of causing significant damage, not to mention their great mastery with it. The weakest of the Zerchiel can relatively easily defeat an army of trained humans.

In short, we could not win this war ... That is, not until I was dragged into this fight.

I used to be just a normal boy, who played video games , ate junk food every now and then, liked a girl from school, and things like that ... But all of that was taken from me, from the moment I was born ...

I punched the table, biting my own teeth.

"Damn Volkihar ..."

Volkihar ... The name of the one I will refuse beyond death to call "father". His existence was equivalent to what Lucifer represents for Christianity, and in fact, it could be said that he was Satan himself. An entity with more than four billion years, but that was nothing more than a teenager with puberty crises on a mental level, angry at his father for a silly reason, and for that reason he revolted against him.

Volkihar did not have a soul, and this made him question his father and creator, Rothius. Why didn't the Zerchiels have souls? What made them so inferior in the mind of the architect of all things? For what reasons did they not deserve this?

Volkihar proclaimed war on Rothius, and as a punishment, he was thrown into the Underworld, being condemned to never return to Helian, that was something like Heaven in this world, the place where Rothius's palace is.

... But ... The fact was that Rothius had lost his faith in this world, in the beings that walk on it ... And for all the pain and suffering he was causing, we had to think of a plan to defeat him...

Yes. A plan to defeat God. This was not said wrong. Simply put, the plan was for me to be a suicide bomber!

I, Ryan, a simple half-human, half-Zerchiel boy, would use my power to create something capable of killing Rothius once and for all, an immense explosion.

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I fixed my hair, snapped my neck a little bit ... It was time to start.

" Yo, Aunt Heinah! I am ready already. Are we going to start with creating the bomb? " I asked, looking for that woman with my eyes.

I found her after not much searching. Blond hair, blue eyes ... This was the typical look that a Zerchiel looked for in a body.

Zerchiels are ethereal beings, that is, they have no physical body. To manifest themselves, they must possess the body of a mortal. In my case, it was different. Because of my "half-humanity", I was born with a body of my own, one that i'm "soulbound" to ...

... On the other hand, it left me mortal, that is, any stab would be able to kill me ... Also, it would be asking a little too much to have all the advantages of being only a half-angel ...

As a half-angel, I maintained the "Holy Magic" of the Zerchiels. With it, I could do a myriad of things, the list being a little too long to dwell on.

I was the only life expectancy for this world. The gods refused to help me, since I was the son of the "greatest evil in the world", and in terms of magical power, my person was the one who came closest to Rothius in this regard.

Strange ... My existence was a bizarre case of hybrid vigor. Half-angels, or in the correct nomenclature, Nephilim, are even more powerful than the angel that generated them ... Thinking about it made me question the logic of this world, in the first instance.

I was more powerful than any of the gods, and one of them even mistook me for Rothius because of my immense magical power!

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Heinah is a Zerchiel. She opposed the rest of the army, and decided to join us. Thanks to her help, we obtained battle strategies and information about the Divine Troops, giving us a helping hand in the war.

Since she is an angel, I have no problem calling her "aunt" ...

"Don't call me aunt!"

She slapped me on the cheek. I could feel that it was not violent, but just a warning. I owe a lot to Heinah, after all, she who taught me how to use my angel powers correctly. I wouldn't be able to do a thing properly without her.

"Did you need all this violence?" I asked, continuing the joke.

"I am only 2 million years old. I'm not old, brat! " She screamed, pointing a finger in my direction.

"Oh, please ... I'm about to make a sacrifice here ...! I will be a tragic hero! Can't I even have a little respect in the last few minutes of my ephemeral life ?! " I forced a little drama.

... and surprisingly I am answered with a hug from her ...

" Uh ... Aunt Heinah ...?"

"You taught me to do what I think is right, boy. When I saw your actions, when I saw you save people ... I finally understood that following Alandrael was not the right choice ... So, I mean ... Thank you for everything! "

"Oh, please, stop it ... I ... I will also end up getting emotional ..." I replied, returning the hug.

At that moment, I remembered ... All my way up to that second crossed my mind quickly. Since my birth, my mother's death, my childhood, my adolescence, the day I was transported to the Underworld, the day I learned about my past and who I truly was ...

I might even be acting solid and good-natured, but inside ...

I didn't want to have to die like this ...

I wanted to smile with everyone when this was over, I wanted to live the rest of my thousands of years watching this world ... I didn't want to die.

... But it's not like I had a choice. It was either being a martyr, or letting the world end anyway. It was just a matter of choosing how I wanted to die, and in that case, I chose the option that would take the least lives on the tangential.

I chose to do this, turn my body into a bomb and use it to blow up the face of a primordial god, my own grandfather.

I could feel her tears, hear her sobs in my chest as I held her ... I kissed Heinah's forehead, and dried her tears with my index finger.

"I didn't know that angels wept." I smiled as I spoke, calmly, to which she just smiled, painfully.

"And then ... Are you ready?" Heinah asked.

"No, I'm not, but who cares ... You can go with this already." I said in response.

She shook her head sideways, negatively, before touching my chest.

"Once this starts, there is no way to stop. Your Mana will literally carry out an uninterrupted nuclear fusion. Once it starts, you have five minutes to reach Helian's Citadel, where Rothius is. " She said.

"All right. You can proceed. "

A light came over Heinah's palm, and I can immediately feel the effects ...

"Damn ... My organs ... They're being fried to the point ...!" I said, grabbing my stomach in pure pain.

I could even feel ... The energy accumulating inside me ... Uniting more and more, compacting into larger and larger volumes and densities with each second ...

I looked at Anton, with a singing smile, enduring the pain.

"Kiss a girl for me, okay? I'll be waiting up there! " Said.

"You can count on it! ... We will miss you, man. " He replied, with a wan smile.

"Tell everyone in the Resistance that this is finally over!" I screamed, smiling more.

I turned to Heinah.

"Live happily, Heinah. Goodbye."

It was time to leave ... Accumulating a little Mana, I created a portal with Magic [Gate] , specially directed to Helian's Citadel ...

"Hello you guys!" I said, looking at my surroundings.

Shortly after crossing the portal, I came across the reception I expected to receive ... All the Divine Troop - or at least what was left of it after our last victories - next to Rothius, which surprised me a little.

"Grandpa? You, showing up in person? Should I ask for your blessing? "

Rothius' presence was simply overwhelming ... Everyone said I was the closest to him, but ... I could never generate such a presence! Just the fact that he was around made everything around him tremble.

A man with blond hair and golden eyes, of sublime appearance ... This was Rothius in his humanoid avatar.

"Do you think that a mere Mana bomb is capable of injuring me? I am aware of the power you carry now, and I can say with certainty that it will be in vain ... Humanity, as well as semi-humans and everything that walks on the Underworld, must die. You cannot change that, son of Volkihar. "

Rothius' perfect voice echoed until it reached my ears. If he were not the enemy, I would be delighted with his speech.

I smiled a little, biting through the growing pain in my body. The explosion was dangerously close, just a matter of seconds, and ...

"... Won't you even ... Call me a grandson ...? Heh ... Alright ... "

In staggering steps, I approach Rothius and his angels.

"Just so you know ... This is a bomb made ... Especially for you ..."

I smiled one last time.

"Goodbye, grandpa ..."

"Let there be light" ... And then it was done.

A massive explosion cut through Helian's entire ethereal plane. Zerchiels were atomized on the spot, not even having a chance to react.

That second big bang created a singularity, a distortion in space, a hypermassive black hole.

But, this was no ordinary black hole. Instead of devouring matter, it was created with the intention of absorbing and breaking a single thing: Magic .

Created to swallow all the Magic, it eventually would swallow even the creator of everything, crushing him and separating his being into an infinity of pieces, which later would rain down in the form of life energy on the Underworld.

... But for that, he also had to die ...

His conscience fades, with every second everything becomes darker and colder, without colors ...

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I love you...

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Did I ... not die ...?

Everything is so warm ... My hands ... My feet ... I can feel everything ...

"Boy ... Hey, boy ... Are you listening to me? ... Boy!"