(THIS IS AN ENGLISH TRANSLATION OF ONE OF MY WORKS, STILL IN PROCESS. FEEL FREE TO EXPRESS ANY LIKES, DISLIKES, RECOMMENDATIONS AND/OR IDEAS TO IMPROVE AND CONTINUE WORKING ON IT).
Hello, this is Biocry with new shit rolling in.
I've come to show you a new project to test my spelling and grammatical correctness. It's just a project, although it can still be done if you like. It's just a project to improve my quality and to provide entertainment on the way.
Any resemblance to "God of War", among other games, animations and movies are simply inspiration. If they are referred to other fics, it is mere coincidence.
Let's begin. Shall we?
The beauty of the silence and peace had the resolution of the small snowflakes that fell slowly on the ground, scattering their fresh and beautiful white mantle on the humid surface that was conditioned on it with a notorious closeness and affection . Or so it was until a fine dark red drop fell on the beauty of the meadow, corrupting it with a violent image that slowly recomposed itself from the wobbly steps of exhaustion and its dance as it tried to reach the sleepy person that was lost in its walk with patience.
The robust subject walked against the heavy snow that crossed his path, which marked the vestige of the loneliness that he felt comfortable and convenient in his opinion. His large mantle covering his face and head, as well as his backpack and his white beard well maintained, made his solitary company the consolidated situation somewhat less serious at sight.
"Damned bastards... What a disgusting and resounding failure." Such had been the words of that old man who was advancing with difficulty and misfortune along the strands of that lost and coarse wooded space covered with snow.
Grunts. An attentive and dangerous wolf was watching him with hunger. His saliva was hitting the snow which, together with his continuous and serious grunts, proved to be the only traces of heat present in the area.
"Oh, just shut up!"
The old man stretched out his arm with his open palm, pointing it under the heat of his huge coat, like one who stops a threat in the simplest and most ridiculous way possible. However, this old man was no less like a pacifist.
With sudden easiness and illumination generated by him, a circle with certain blue symbols was drawn in the air in front of his hand. From it, a sudden jet of water shot at the animal, which tried desperately to escape the attack. However, he could not avoid the impact of the assault. After this, a large amount of snow suddenly emerged from the place.
"Ha-ha-ha! Look at you! You're a lollipop! Pathetic!" He exclaimed in a shriek of mockery and grace as he finally spat him out in hatred.
When the sudden mist disappeared, the hungry wolf would no longer have to starve, since the water that had impacted him now was a solid, transparent filament ice that showed how he was trying to escape by jumping from the small hill on a descent he could never reach now.
With little respect or empathy for the beast that was about to attack him, the old man spat on him again and continued on his way, even seeing a kind of cabin that was clear of snow when he took a few steps to his right.
"Well... At least those - fakers - won't find me here. I will have to contact those who have survived. This won't stay like this until I recover... MY... HOME!"
Suddenly, the man lost his temper, enraged, beating up, very unorthodox and inexperienced, a tree with relative ease, as if it were a paper of such bad quality that it could be broken with the simple attempt of erasing his writing with a eraser.
"THOSE BRATS WILL PAY FOR THIS! DAMN THEM, SONS OF A GREAT...!"
The old man's insults, as well as his screams, could be heard around only if someone was able to live so close to his location.
- ¡... AND THEN I WILL BATHE THEM IN MY PISS...!
Woops. It seems that the old man was very angry. His attitude and temperament were very fragile at this time. In fact, it was reasonable to behave and be angry at the situation he had experienced.
The backpack had fallen when one of his garters broke, allowing him to throw a perfect punch that suddenly devastated everything in front of him at that moment, leaving a clean corridor in front of him. He began to breathe with a certain exhaustion, trying to calm down from the heated situation.
"Pathetic of you, Bitru. You're a high-class demon. A high-class demon, which is worthy of his title, would not demonstrate such a pitiful stance in the face of this decadent situation..."
Behind him, a woman of apparent 50 years old, riding a camel, removed her hood, showing her beautiful red hair, with minimal gray, proudly holding a ducal crown that threatened to fall before her action, not deigning to observe it, looking at the man with mockery, out of the corner of her eye.
"Gamory Gremory... When you appear, old decrepit woman. You too were overthrown, eh?"
The old man took off his hood and turned around, presenting himself to her with a look of 60 years of age. Black hair with many gray hairs, some cheetah ears on them and a white beard. His gaze showed mockery as he saw her lose her composure because of his comment, staring firmly at the old man.
She turned her face towards him, causing the subject to start laughing violently at the image she was giving in all its splendor.
"Oh, great and beautiful preacher of demons, when did you foresee that your face would remain like that? Ha-ha-ha!"
The woman had half her face emaciated in a horrible burn that had annihilated her skin, leaving the eye and part of the jaw exposed to all as a horrible scar.
"I don't see what's so good for you, my old friend. It seems that your years of life are looking less prosperous..." she commented as she smiled mockingly at his pitiful appearance.
"Bah! Don't be so vain now, you wretch. I told you those assholes would betray us..."
"Aha! Your son well seemed to prove that he did the same and you couldn't provide it!"
"It was my fault that I taught him my art of strategy and intelligence so well. This time he took a step ahead of me... like that brat of his wife."
They both looked at each other. Resentment and hatred were in their souls, as was their denoted anger.
"Tell me, my friend, how do you feel?"
The old man's gaze crinkled, holding an angry gesture that shook as well as the force he exerted on his jaw, inhaling and exhaling strongly.
"Because I am very... VERY... angry..."
Mumbling, she showed her discontent with everything that had happened before the sudden contact they both had.
As she descended from the camel, which collapsed to the ground, probably dead from hypothermia, she approached her comrade and extended her hand to him.
"Time is no longer on my side! But fortune is! Something that has always saved my skin and I would never let go!"
He held her tightly and with much repressed hatred. Both knew it came from this action, and that it would happen after the decision was made.
"My son could have outdone me! But let us not forget that I am his father! There is much he has to learn yet!"
Finally, they both looked at the cabin. The operations were starting right now...