Reviews
Danteinfernus: Yeah :P
ZILLAFAN: True, but Isaiah is still short. :)
Yvori Gevura: Worldbuilding can be a pain in the ass at times, especially when you're combining two worlds and making it work. The reason why Kuroinu works so well is that it's basically a blank slate in which you can do anything. Overlord, Dungeons, Warhammer, you name it, works and fits perfectly with Kuroinu.
And also because people want to see Volt be bashed about by a plethora of different characters, not just OCS. :)
Are First Harem members gonna be Olga? Not even close. xD
DreamweaverGod: Sorry bout that mate. Yeah, Isaiah is gon a be the Protagonist/Antagonist MC in this fic. Completely different from someone like Nero from Seventh Overlord: Resurgence.
Nero is an evil overlord, but with morals like the Third, Isaiah, however, is more evil and is barely restrained by morals, and that's all I'm gonna say about Isaiah.
Also yeah this is gonna be a harem, but not the kind of harem that you think it is…. ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)
Dyliokhan: Lol I know who you. xD
JMB Fictional Writing:True yeah. All the more reasons for his revenge.
METALHELLSPWN: Yeah well there's gonna be a mix of Demons and Monsters at Isaiah's command.
Guest: Noted.
SPARTAN-626: Glad I got your attention! :)
METALHELLSPWN: Demons eh? I prefer Monsters, but hey, we all have our preferences. :)
The desperate usually succeed because they have nothing to lose. ~Jodi Piccoult
Chapter 1.2 - The Awakening
When a man despairs, he would go to the extreme and succeed. The factor that determines their success varies.
From loss to curiosity, starvation or victory, there is nothing more dangerous than a living, intelligent being in the throes of despair.
Desperation can make a person do surprising things.
An example would be Isaiah's situation.
He had been roaming the North for days now. It's a miracle that he had not stumbled across any roving monsters of the north.
A miracle as this might be, this did not come without repercussions.
His food and water finally ran out. What makes it much worse is the fact that he is lost. Very, very lost.
He didn't know where he is, or where he was going. All he knew was that he is deep in Gharan territory, with no way of turning back.
However, all of this didn't matter to Isaiah.
What matters was the possession of this forgotten power that his grandfather had written about.
He didn't know to what end, why he is so obsessed with acquiring this power.
The main driving factor for his obsession was vengeance. After that, what else is he striving for with this power?
Perhaps, it's the fact that he had nothing left. Nothing. That is why he had nothing to lose in this mindless quest.
Or it's the fact that he is searching for a reason. A purpose to continue striding forward in life.
Maybe that's why.
Sadly, whatever logic he had, wouldn't matter if he's dead.
He had operated without food and water for two days, and if he remembered correctly from what his father had told him, he wouldn't live till the third day.
It would have been no problem to find food and water if Gharan wasn't lifeless.
"Guess...this is it" Isaiah muttered. He continued marching forward, no plan or goal in mind. "So this is how I'm going to die"
Exhausted, hungry and thirsty, he didn't care at this point. He carried on marching forward under the cover of night. He couldn't even see out here. The trees just seem to hide the moonlight from him.
"Wandering out here to my death, in a pitiful search for a power that might not exist.
Left, right, left, right, his feet moved in that order perfectly. Yet with each step, it just feels like they're getting heavier with each step, and more difficult to move them.
Ok, maybe he should find somewhere to rest a bit. Then continue on his death march.
"Hold on…" Isaiah muttered, having taken notice of something dead ahead. Squinting his eyes, they both soon widen.
Light! And a clearing straight ahead! And what's that there also in the clearing? It looks like-
Isaiah took a step forward, only to fall forward, deep down into a hole.
"Fuckkkkk…..my back!" Isaiah painfully groaned. Slowly opening his eyes, they took in the pitch-black darkness of his new surroundings.
Damnit, he dropped into a hole. A rather deep one actually, cause he felt himself hitting several stops on the way down.
Slowly and steadily, he stood up.
It was pitch black. He really cannot even see. Stumbling around in the dark is the worst thing a person could ever do.
But, he's not just gonna be standing here in the dark. He has no choice but to walk around. Maybe find the way out if he's lucky enough.
So he started advancing. The action itself is met with consequences. Multiple times he bumped into rocky walls or tripped over a piece of stone, or at times he felt as if he was walking around in circles.
Isaiah couldn't even figure how long he had been down here, wandering around in the dark. To him, it felt like he had been down here for eternity.
Perhaps it was three hours that he had been down here, did Isaiah noticed something.
"Is that ...hey something is glowing over there!"
Isaiah stumbled towards the red glow. What he found, was not what he expected.
He was expecting moonlight, but instead, a blood-red crystal is what greeted him. This floating crystal was positioned in the middle of a very large room, it's dim light revealing very little of the room.
Feeling nervous, Isaiah slowly moved towards the crystal, interested in observing the crystal. A small part of him urged him to leave now and never come back, but he ignored the warnings in his mind.
Besides, he would be dead either way, whether he left the room or not.
Unexpectedly, the room suddenly lit up. Torches that hung upon the walls, silently hidden in the shadows were unveiled by awoken flames that unveiled the fullness of the room.
The room was very large. Rotten wood and crumbling stone miraculously seem to hold the roof together. What caught Isaiah's attention the most, was no longer the glowing crystal, but the thing sitting at the end of the room.
Seated on a throne made of stone, was a humongous, obsidian coloured, armoured warrior. It sat perfectly still on the throne, too perfectly in Isaiah's mind. There was no sign of rust nor cobwebs anywhere on the armoured giant.
The armour itself though…
It didn't have that feeling of justice, that radiance the Alliance possess or the barbaric-ness and untamed nature of the Legion.
It just felt….
Dark...and Evil.
Purely, solely evil.
He should leave, yet he chose not to.
"Grandfather...Is this what you were searching for?" Isaiah thought.
Isaiah now stood in front of the crystal. It looked way larger upfront than where he stood at the end of the room. There were some cracks, some big some small, dotted around its surface.
"What's this?" Isaiah picked up what looked to be a piece of paper. Upon closer inspection, and with some dust wiped off, there was writing on it. "Can it be?"
"They took everything that was within this dungeon. Then after, they blocked off the main entrance and sealed away the backdoors. I cannot get out.
I trusted them these young, foolhardy, conniving adventurers. We both had the same goal of searching for this place. We agreed to consolidate in accomplishing our goals, and how did they repay me after? By leaving me to die in this place.
Grabbed the first coins they found and ran. Fools triggered a trap along the way too, trapping me here.
Now, here I am, with no way out. Food has run out and so did water. My death is set it seems.
But, I found what I have been looking for, here within this room. I sent my notes to my brother by a familiar, in the hopes that maybe he-
Whatever his grandfather wanted to write, was cut by stains of ink... and blood…
"Damn them…" Isaiah muttered. At that moment he could only whisper an apology to his deceased grandfather.
"So I am in the right spot after all" Isaiah whispered. "Now then where is this power that you spoke of grandfather? Hmm, maybe if I find his bones...perhaps he has something that could lead me to a clue or something?"
Thus, Isaiah began searching around the room in the hopes of locating his grandfather's remains. After searching a bit, he found another note next to a wall.
Blasted crystal! Why won't it work! I have channelled huge amounts of magic into it and it still won't awaken!? What does it take to awaken the power inside it!?
Magic won't work on this crystal?
Isaiah wasn't a mage himself, so, thankfully he won't be needing magic for this.
Searching the area once more, Isaiah found another note this time next to a large rotten pile of wood.
This crystal...it's ancient. Older than anything that I have seen with my own eyes.
Celestine Ludcross, Anbaraz, Temarin and Grond. This crystal, this power, existed before any of these renowned figures and places even existed!
Powerfully ancient, this power is. 'Whatever it is, I will learn its secret! Whether it's taking it to my grave or helping me escape I must know if these final moments were worth it
"Sadly grandfather, you didn't, thus you are either dead..."
Putting the note away, Isaiah searched for the final time. After looking around and finding nothing, he decided to check around the armour, to see if there was anything there.
Even lifeless, the armour appeared intimidating, as it could move at any time. His instincts told him to run away, however, he ignored his fears and was able to find another note where it sat.
This colossus. Hypothesis. He is the key to activating that crystal. Perhaps he's not. Time is running out.
I'll need to put together what I have discovered so far and go from there, maybe that'll help me.
Looks like you weren't able to discover how to activate it, after all, grandfather.
Putting the notes away, Isaiah returned to the floating crystal.
"Maybe's there's something that grandfather missed out? Like something that was obvious but didn't know perhaps?"
Isaiah took out the notes from his pocket to re-examine them again. Finding nothing in the notes, he tucked them away out of frustration.
Isaiah turned his gaze to the crystal in front of him. He leaned into it closely, placing his hand on the altar. However, he ended up cutting his hand on a jagged rock on the altar.
"Ah! Shit!"
He shook his hand, attempting to ease the pain somewhat. However, a drop of blood flew out from the wound and onto the crystal. As Isaiah soothed his wound with his tongue, unexpectedly, the crystal's glow began to intensify.
"What the!?" Isaiah gasped.
His wound now forgotten, he stared up at the illuminating crystal. In conjunction with it's radiating glow, the kindling torches burned brighter than ever.
Undisturbed by what's happening, a sudden smile found itself on Isaiah's face.
He did it! He has awoken the crystal! He-!
Suddenly, the crystal's light flared, and a violent pulse of energy burst out, knocking Isaiah off his feet and rendering him unconscious.
In a place that sounds really boring
Upon a cathedra; built of embellished metal and high-quality wood rested a woman of untold beauty. Long dark hair, espresso skin, pointy ears, a voluptuous form hidden by an elegant corset underneath a silken cloak.
She was Olga Discordia; Queen of the Dark Elves of the Dark Fortress. For thousands of years, she has ruled the North. She maintained total dominion over the monsters of the North, manipulating them in fighting her little feud against Celestine Lucross for her.
Tens of thousands have died on either side, and ten thousand more shall die, all for the sake of protecting her people, who but also march amongst the beasts and abominations.
*Dark Laugh* A rather sad and extravagant endeavour honestly. All this so-called "Dark Queen" is doing is delaying the inevitable fate of your people.
Hold on a second… I'm not supposed to speaking yet…? At all?
Really…?
There was an error in the script? Who the heck is paying you to tell me that you made a mistake with the print-out?
Ugh! Fine! I'll just read this last part and I'll go away, and maybe play some Magic whilst waiting...
Now, where is that next part to this script…...Ah, here it is!
We now find that the "Dark Queen" has been suddenly been awoken from her nap.
And I quite wonder how...? *Smirk*
Olga suddenly awoke from her slumber. Her slumber disturbed the elf standing next to her.
"Lady Olga? Are you alright?" the young elf asked her.
Olga shifted her gaze to the young Dark Elf, who serves as her right hand and bodyguard. Lean and supple, blonde hair tied into a ponytail, dressed similarly in fashion to Olga, with two sheathed daggers strapped to her hips.
"I'm fine Chloe" Olga ensured her. "I'm fine"
"My Lady, I know that something is disturbing you. What is it?"
"It's just that...I sensed something…"
"What is it that you felt?"
"...I do not know" Olga spoke. "However, this power...it's dark, cold, and just evil, pure evil. This isn't something that cannot be dismissed. Whatever it is we must be prepared for it.
Tell me, Chloe, has she returned from her raid on Calais?"
Chloe nodded. "Yes, she has returned from their assignment"
"Good. If you don't mind summoning them, Chloe, I have another assignment for her to perform"
In a place that is literally a rip-off of Minas Tirith.
Simultaneous, upon a field of fire and destruction, did the "Supposed" Goddess Reincarnate found herself.
Exquisitely beautiful, rich, lengthy blonde hair that reached to her waist, fair-skinned, wearing an elegant dress and a laurel upon her head.
Confused plus Bewildered, she looked around the ruined land.
"Where...am I? What is this place!?"
Oh, I know exactly where you are! You're-What you mean I still can't talk!? Excuse you but I'm-! Alright! Alright! I'll...just read some Dummy guides or something!
The blazing flames that burn bright abruptly faded.
Everything became dim.
The embers of dying flames were the only source of visibility for Celestine.
The earth rumbled and trembled as though it were alive. Celestine was already on edge at this point.
And feeling cold-why was she feeling so cold?
A depleting flame, next to her, although isn't as bright as it once was, was enough to reveal to her the shadow looming over her.
Slowly, the Goddess turned and was met with a humanoid shadow; as pitch dark as night. This enormous shadow took the shape of an armoured figure.
For the first time in her life, did Celestine; the Goddess reborn felt fear.
It wasn't the form of the shadow, it was what she was feeling from this thing.
Evil.
Pure, raw evil.
She had never felt so much unfiltered evil.
Celestine could only stare up at the looming shadow.
The shadow tilted its head left.
"W-w-w-what…..are you?"
The shadow didn't respond.
"W-who are you?"
The shadow's head tilted back in place.
Without warning, the shadow's swiftly clamped its hand around Celestine's neck.
Glaring crimson eyes, staring coldly at the struggling Goddess fighting for air.
Through its eyes, Celestine saw it, she saw it all.
The flames, the destruction, the carnage.
She has seen it, and that scared her
"Wh-what...ev-even are y-you?"
It stared down at her, and that was the last thing she saw before everything went black.
"Ahhh!" Celestine screamed as she shot up from her blankets. Her screams alerted the guards outside, forcing them to barge into her quarters.
"Lady Goddess!" exclaimed one of the guards. Already she was at Celestine's side.
"Are you ok!?" Asked the other guard.
"Just breathe my lady! It's ok, your safe!"
After a few minutes, Celestine finally managed to calm down.
"I'm ...I'm ok…" Celestine assured them.
"My Lady!"
A female knight darted into the room, immediately to Celestine's side. She was tall, wearing armour that did nothing to hide her voluptuous form and possessing deep blue eyes and brown hair that is tied up.
"Claudia…"
"Are you ok my lady? Are you hurt!? What happened?"
"Claudia, It's alright, nothing happened..it's just…" She rested a hand on her forehead. "Just a horrible vision"
"What did you see, my lady?"
"A darkness is coming Claudia, one that would consume us all"
"My lady?"
"Claudia, I need you to arrange an emergency meeting with everyone tomorrow. A new threat has come, and we must be prepared for it"
Across the known continent of Eostia and beyond, many have felt it.
The raw, unrestrained power unleashed from its shackles.
Many looked on fearful, and others with hope.
The fearful cower behind their walls, while some prepare.
Whilst the hopeful schemed their next move and prepared for the journey ahead.
One common thought that all possessed within their minds, was that a storm unlike any other was coming.
A storm of transformation; one that would change Eostia forever.
*Evil Laugh* Oh I so cannot wait for things to come together.
END