Strange Stuff

The sword sat on my table hooked to multiple wires. The monitor in front of me read 80% completed. Hurry up, I thought to myself. I vaguely heard Dawar enter the room. My focus was on the monitor on which the reading read 90%.

"How bad is it?" I asked Dawar.

He shifted his sight toward me as I turned to face him, "Bad. Ken knew everything they were about to do."

"And the probability of them winning?" I saw Dawar purse his lips as I finished.

"Close to 0%," He said and shifted his sights back to the monitor.

We were in my office. Screens littered all the walls in the room. There was one table and two office chairs had been placed next to the walls as neither of us was in the mood to sit.

I should probably introduce myself, my name is Ahi. I am a seven hundred year old vampiric heretic. A vampire who can do magic all because he can siphon magic from stuff. Dawar is also a vampire who is equally old. A normal vampire whose only speciality was that he wasn't affected by magic whatsoever. That last bit was thanks to my genius.

100%, the monitor read. I looked back at Dawar and picked the sword. It was four foot long, excluding the hilt, double bladed sword made of an alloy of Titanium. The hilt was comfortable to hold and perfectly fit in my hand. It was made of graphene but was covered in a leather grip.

"Let's go," I told Dawar as I headed for the door, the sword safely strapped to the sheath on my back.

The Fight

Hope Mikaelson, who is the strongest supernatural in the world was having a little trouble fighting a literal god. Ken, the supreme daddy and jerk supreme of the world was not very easy to fight. lightning kept hitting the ground around Hope as her friends ran for cover. By the time Dawar and I got there, Ken had cut off Hope from her friends by creating a small thunderstorm around them.

"How will you break through that?" Dawar asked me.

"Don't worry about that. Keep the others from getting close," I told him. As I started to make my way towards the fight, I felt Dawar grab my hand.

"Don't do anything reckless. I don't want another 1857," he said.

For the westerners reading this, 1857 was the year leaders in India revolted against the British. Dawar and I fought the British in that year. Things went south when our leaders couldn't decide what to do next after we captured Delhi. So how was I responsible? I had influenced the leaders to fight on multiple fronts. But, there was no clear leader and I didn't want to be one because I was a vampire who was immortal. If I had become the leader, I would have exposed the supernatural community as it would have become clear that I couldn't die.

"This is different. Just ensure those idiots don't die." He let go of my hand and I vamped towards the thunderstorm.

One of the students, a blonde, saw me speeding towards the God and the tribrid. She tried to intercept me but Dawar caught her before she could.

I guess gods do have super awareness as I noticed a sharp increase in the lightning strikes around me. None hit me. I know what all of you are thinking, how were you not struck? Are you faster than light? No? Just me? Okay my dear reader, magic is just a function of electromagnetic waves. What Ken was doing was simple manipulation of these waves around him to stimulate lightning.

Confused? Think of it like this. Every witch in this world can manipulate charges around them to accelerate and produce electromagnetic waves. Ken, in every sense of the word, was a witch who was uniquely gifted. He was using the charges in the air to produce lightning but they couldn't hit me as I had a small chip in the back of my spine that interfered destructively, in other words cancelled out the incoming waves. So to recap, waves, magic, chip, no magic.

Apparently Ken took notice of this and had a look of complete bewilderment on his face. He yelled and a wave of magic blew Hope away from him. I, who was unaffected, managed to punch him in the face before I pulled my sword out, as Ken fell.

"A sword? You dare fight a god with a sword?! Mortal, run away now and I shall be merciful." Ken said as he got up.

"Well, see, that's going to be a problem. I genuinely think you are a dick so I have no respect for your assholery. Why don't you just disappear back to whence you came from and spare the world another wave of 'fear the gods' nonsense?" I asked him, twirling my sword in one hand. Needless to say, Ken did not like that.

He yelled and summoned a sword to his hands. He then charged at me. Pro tip, when fighting a vampire with absolutely no respect for you, centuries of practice with all kinds of swords who also happens to be a heretic………….maybe don't charge to kill him.

I sidestepped and blocked his strike and pushed the sword up, almost immediately, I slashed at the "god". To his credit, he dodged it but he was so predictable. I vamped to him and slashed at him. He blocked it with his sword which broke and Ken lost his balance.

"You know, once I kill you, I should wrap you with a Barbie and sell it. What do you think?" I taunted him as he got up. His eyes glowed with power, or maybe it was just me. He summoned two more swords, where were they coming from? Asshole had absolutely no respect for the law of conservation of mass. Oh well, he charged again, this time with both swords. I somersaulted over him and landed behind him. Did I stay there? No.

I vamped away and headed towards his back. He swirled around only for me to somersault over him and strike him from the top. He blocked the attack but I wasn't backing down. I landed behind him and started slashing at the god as he turned repeatedly. He blocked every strike.

I hadn't noticed that it was now he and I who were enclosed in a thunderstorm. The wind picked up and for the first time I realised that the "wind" was actually the impact from our strikes. Sounds animeish? Yeah.

Both of us had shown excellent defense and had left no weakness for the other to exploit. In fencing, a good defense is the most powerful attack. If I stopped attacking Ken, the chances of me winning would go down significantly. I yelled and increased my attacks. I couldn't hold these attacks for long, I knew that but I just needed one mistake. I noticed Ken had started letting my attacks strike his sword instead of deflecting them.

I feinted a strike towards the right and struck him on the cheeks. It was a minor cut that drew blood but Ken's scream might have suggested something different. Ha, take that Dawar, I thought. When I had first heard that the gods in mythologies were real, I couldn't understand how such creatures of incredible strength could exist in the real world. The only explanation was that they were pure energy with a conscience, don't ask me how, I don't know. The sword I had been fighting with was made specifically with graphene to absorb massive amounts of energy.

The cut on Ken's face was a mark of his energy being absorbed by the sword. It looked like he was in unbearable pain. Interesting, I thought as I stepped to take a closer look. He was…….hyperventilating, no, panicking would be the best description.

"Well, looks like I am right. So Ken, would you like a quick death now?" I asked him. I won't lie, I had a huge grin on my face as I said it.

"Step away from my father, mortal!" One of the gods, Jen I believe her name was, said.

"You know what, I am getting tired of getting called a mortal," I said, "Stay here. Oh wait, you can go anywhere," I told Ken and vamped to Jen.

I felt bad that she didn't have a chance to save herself before I stabbed her. The guilt faded when Jen started screaming. I started siphoning her magic from her through the sword. I focused all the energy into the hilt and created a magical container inside the hilt for the magic. So. Much. Magic. When I removed the sword from her body, the corpse vapourised.

"Well, looks like I can kill a god," I said, "Who's next?"

I think in that moment the gods truly experienced fear and flew out of there like pigeons when humans run towards them.