The Albion of the Sky
Chapter Zero: Preface
I don't ownDungeon ni Deai o Motomeru no wa Machigatte Iru Darou ka
Hadak Ura, or Hadúr for short, is a peculiar god.
He was not a special God in his own opinion.
Hadúr was a God of War, Blacksmithing, and Fire.
A common combination.
Hadúr could name a few Gods that rules the same aspect as him, and he could name a handful that are more powerful and skilled in those said aspects.
A God from a minor pantheon, the Hungarian Pantheon, Hadúr did not have any desire to descend from the heavens and mingle with mortals.
Hadúr did not dislike mortals. Quite the contrary, he loves mortals.
Mortals, in Hadúr's perspective, are just less dickish reflection of gods, and thus more tolerable than most of his kind.
The reason why Hadúr did not have any desire to descend and mingle with mortals is because he had his fill of the lower world several eons ago.
The era of chaos, where Gods, Demons, and Titans were tearing each other apart.
Those were the days.
Never ending wars, never ending bloodshed, it was paradise for a War God like him.
And though there are still conflict in the lower world, mostly initiated by his own kind, Hadúr did not desire to participate in the chaos.
The last time he waged war against his fellow Gods, he was barred from entering a particularly large Divine Pantheon.
Stupid girlfriend and her inability to properly break-up with him.
Hadúr digresses
Hadúr was content in heaven, performing his godly duties in his pantheon and overlooking the territory of his friends that were amusing themselves in the lower world.
It kept him busy; it kept him active, and it was preventing him from contemplating his existence.
A God that contemplates their existence is a dangerous God.
Hadúr was content to spend his existence in the Upper World.
That is why he felt immense frustration as he descended to the lower world.
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Sometimes, Hadúr hated being so filial towards his parents.
He should have put his foot down and held his ground when his father, Arany Atyácska, ask him to take a break from his duties.
He would have stood his ground but the look that his mother, Hajnal Anyácska, immediately vanquish whatever feelings of rebellion that he had within him.
He accepted to take a break, and that moment of carelessness allowed his parents to banish him to the lower world, telling him to return to heaven in ten years.
Ten years was nothing for a God. Hadúr would begrudgingly rest a decade per his parents' wishes.
That being said, he would not have chosen to spend the next ten years of his existence in the lower world.
He would have preferred time in his forge, but the deed was done, history was written, and, unless somebody was skilled enough or strong enough to kill him while he was in the lower world, he would be spending the next decade of his existence in the mortal world.
Groaning in irritation, Hadúr jumped out of the crater that his descent from heaven created. He cracked his neck before taking stock of his surroundings.
Hadúr wondered where his parents decided to dumped him.
"Of course." Hadúr granted as he gazed upon the wasteland around him.
A freshly destroyed village. The smell of freshly burnt corpses, the oppressing presence of death, and the depressing despair of departing souls.
Of course, his parents would drop him in a warzone.
Such loving parents.
Taking stock of his surroundings, Hadúr perked up at the sight of several and scattered black flames continuously burning of what remains of the already decimated village. Humming in interest, Hadúr approached the flames before casually scooping a handful of the strange flames and holding it close to his eyes for inspections.
Hadúr was in the lower world. His power, his divinity was greatly reduced and Arcanum was sealed. Still, he was a Fire God. No fire can burn him, even within the mortal shell that he was stuck in.
Studying the flames, Hadúr bit his lip in irritation.
The foul and curse flames were familiar, and it took him a single second to recognized who generated the flames, and thus the being that destroyed the village where he landed on.
The One-Eyed Black Dragon, also known as the strongest monster currently in existence in the lower.
Also known, by him, as the dumb fuck who tried to enter the Upper World with sheer strength alone.
To its credit, it almost succeeded tearing a hole into heaven.
Key word being almost.
"Well, looks like I found my decade long project in the lower world." Hadúr said sardonically before raising his and unsealing a portion of his Arcanum.
"Five seconds."
Hadúr is a God from a minor Pantheon in Heaven. He was a part of the Hungarian Pantheon. A niche Pantheon of no worth when compared to the Greek, Shinto, and Norse Pantheons.
That being the case, Hadúr's skill is undeniable.
With the use of a touch of his Arcanum, he was able to will the curse flames that were ravaging that already decimated village into the palm of his hands.
In a single second, Hadúr was holding a massive ball of curse flames.
A second passes and the curse flames in the palm of the God's hand change color from black to copper-red, before dispersing.
With the dead done, Hadúr once again sealed his Arcanum.
He was tempted to just let loose his Arcanum in order to return to the Upper World, but Hadúr knows that his return to heaven would just result to his parents throwing him back to the Lower World.
Stupid parents.
Dusting his hands, Hadúr decided to scavenge the village for any useful resource that he can take with him.
He was a fresh God in the Lower World.
He had nothing, so might as well take what he could use in this already ruined community.
In exchange, Hadúr would spend as much time as he needed to bury the bodies that were still scattered in his vicinity.
Equal exchange.
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Hadúr hummed as he gazed upon the useable materials that he was able to scavenge in the wreaked of the village.
Torn clothes that he could mend.
Burnt metals that he could reforge into tools.
Salvageable wood good enough to make useable transportation from.
Leather bags that would make decent storage.
And a young boy, probably within the range of 4 to 5 years old, that was, impressively, still alive amidst all the destruction.
If Hadúr was being honest, the mortal was the most useless among all the things that he had scavenge.
In fact, Hadúr was tempted to kill the boy to end his misery.
One look alone, Hadúr knows that the boy was close to death.
And said closeness to death was not related to the cruel fate that had befallen this village.
There is a difference between near death from having a community ravage by a calamity and having an illness slowly decimating once body.
The boy was the latter.
Skin sickly pale.
Muscles atrophying.
Bruises that did not came from abuse.
The boy was dying and he was an orphan.
It would be kind to just kill the boy and let his soul return to the reincarnation cycle.
Hopefully in his next life, the boy would be born in better circumstances.
Hadúr had yet to kill the boy.
Why?
Well, Hadúr was a peculiar God.
He possesses the innate ability to see the color and brilliance of souls, and this boy possesses a soul that Hadúr had never seen in the eons of his existence.
A translucent soul.
A colorless soul.
Hadúr had seen many souls in his long existence. He had seen every color a soul could have.
This is the first time he had seen a translucent soul, and it was mesmerizing.
"Frey would be interested in this boy." Hadúr commented, his mind drifting to his best friend and rival, the Norse Goddess of War, Magic, Beauty, and Sex, Freya.
Using his eyes even more, Hadúr scanned the soul of the boy once more.
Again, he was mesmerized, spell bound even by the sheer magnitude and the sheer beauty of the boy's soul.
With great effort, he shook off the distraction that was plaguing his thought and further study the soul of the boy thoroughly.
Hadúr knows souls.
He knows how souls affect the mortal body.
Considering how unique the soul of this boy, he should not have sickly complexion.
Putting some effort in his ability, Hadúr study the boy's soul thoroughly, and with some trouble, he detected a foul miasma within the very core of the mortal's soul.
"That is one nasty curse." Hadúr said in disgust, angered that such a soul would be contaminated by something foul.
The anger though disappeared when the boy began to cough.
With great effort, the boy double over and began coughing up blood.
Still using his eyes, Hadúr watched as the miasma tried desperately to spread throughout the boy's very being, but the sheer weight of the boy's soul was able to suppress the curse within his very core.
Hadúr was impress.
After long minutes of violent coughing and after the boy spat an impressive amount of blood on the floor, he laid on his back, his white hair being stained with blood and dirt, his red eyes open wide.
The boy's eyes were dilated, sunken, blank, and filled with despair.
But it held a strength of will and a stubbornness to live that impress Hadúr.
"Kid, what's your name?" Hadúr inquired as he stood over the sick boy.
The boy looked at him weakly for a few second before answering with a barely audible voice.
"Bell."
Hadúr nodded. "Cute name. Mine is Hadúr, short for Hadak Ura. I am a God." The boy's eyes widen in at that casual introduction. "So, you're dying." Hadúr was never known for his tack. "I can keep you from dying but you can also die with the methods that I would be using." Bringing his right thumb to his mouth, he bit it until he broke skin, extending his arm, he willed his blood to pour out of the wound.
The copious amount of blood that leaked out from the wound formed a magnificent sword.
The Sword of Attila, the personally blade of Hadúr. This is the sword that he crafted that earned him the dominion over blacksmithing.
Bell was captivated by the sight of the sword, something that made Hadúr swell in pride.
"Nice right?! This is my masterpiece." Hadúr boast before pouring some of his Arcanum into the sword, causing the blade of the sword to be covered with copper-colored flames. "So, here are your choices. I could kill you right now, end your misery, and reunite you with your family that probably died when that One-Eyed Black Cunt decided to lay waste upon your home. You might be reborn into a body that is not ravage by illness."
Bell could only stare at the brazenness of the God's offer to kill him.
"Or I could make an attempt to heal you with my sword." Hadúr gestured to the flame-covered sword that he held in his hands as he moved it until the tip of the blade was mere inches from Bell's chest. "Of course, purifying a soul has its own risk. You might still die with this method, but…" Hadúr chuckled a bit. "I was told that death can be a pleasant kind of release."
Hadúr chuckled again as he gazed upon the boy that held the most mesmerizing soul that he had ever seen in his life.
Bell looked at the God standing on top of him.
Bell knows that he was sick. That he was not long for this world.
He had been sick since he was born, and it was getting hard to live with his illness.
Turning his head, Bell was met with the sight of the destruction of his home. He was reminded of the monster that arrive in his village from the sky and uncaringly destroyed it.
He remembered his grandfather saying that he loved him, before hiding him in a secure place.
He remembered the roar of lightning.
He remembered the anger that he felt for himself and for the monster that destroyed the only home that he ever knew.
"I want to live." Bell declared with such strength of will that it overshadowed the weakness wrought upon him by his illness.
Hadúr smiled as he plunged his sword to the chest of Bell.
Pain so excruciating course through his body.
Bell screamed in utter agony.
But he endured.
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Hadúr hummed in gleeful curiosity as he read hieroglyphs on the back of his first, and if he had his way, only child in the lower world.
It was a close thing, the boy, Bell almost died from the purification of his soul, but the boy tough it out, and that foul miasma polluting his body had now been purged.
With that curse removed from his very being, Bell's soul shined even more beautifully, something that Hadúr did not expect.
"Like a clear sky." Hadúr commented, comparing the beauty of his child to the sky above.
Hadúr tapped Bell's back as he once again read the blessing that he bestowed upon the child.
Falna given by the Gods is the reflection of the inner strength of the mortal, and this child, this Bell Cranel, if nothing else, has immense inner strength.
Bell Cranel
Familia: Hadur
Level 1
Strength:I0
Endurance:I0
Dexterity:I0
Agility: I0
Magic: I0
SKILLS:
Avatar: The materialization of the soul to the outside world to be shape and use by one's will.
Dragon Soul: Breaks the limit of growth. Prevents affliction upon body, soul, and mind. Would continuously increase stats the more committed to the battle one is. Would double the previous increase of stats if one is committed to kill.
Dominus: In exchange for never acquiring magic, one can project the weight and pressure of their soul.
Elemental Sight: Allows the users to connect to the Information Dimension at the highest possible level.
Magic
N/A
Developmental Abilities
LUCK: I
Hadúr nodded and smile before tapping Bell's falna one more time, his finger coated with flames.
"Your good material kid." Hadúr complimented as another Skill was etched upon Bell's back. "Turning you into a weapon would be a delight."
Bell Cranel
Familia: Hadur
Level 1
Strength:I0
Endurance:I0
Dexterity:I0
Agility: I0
Magic: I0
SKILLS:
Avatar: The materialization of the soul to the outside world to be shape and use by one's will.
Dragon Soul: Breaks the limit of growth. Prevents affliction upon body, soul, and mind. Would continuously increase stats the more committed to the battle one is. Would double the previous increase of stats if one is committed to kill.
Dominus: In exchange for never acquiring magic, one can project the weight and pressure of their soul.
Elemental Sight: Allows the users to connect to the Information Dimension at the highest possible level.
Hadur's Blessing: Blacksmith, Mystery, and Soldier Ability is gifted. The Development of the Rank of each of the three abilities is tied to one another. The three abilities would not rank up unless they are ranked up in unison.
Magic
N/A
Developmental Abilities
LUCK: I
BLACKSMITH: I
MYSTERY: I
SOLDIER (Increase Combat Proficiency during life-or-death battles): I
This one in a plaguing my mind for a bit. Just want to send this out as a prototype.
Pairing for this fic is:
Alfia X Astrea (Got an idea for this one)
Bell X Ryuu X Cassandra X Haruhime X Ais X Freya/Syr X Horn
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