Book 2 Chapter 79

Christopher walked to the giant hole in the wall he had created when trying to incinerate Markous looking out over the city breathing a heavy sigh, hanging his head low and shaking it.

"What's wrong? At this rate the city is as good as yours? Shouldn't you be happy?" Brisia asked walking up the wall before hanging upside down looking out of the hole too. "See your people are already working on the third gate. Isn't this what you wished for?"

"I'll admit.. I wasn't expecting to get that old bastard's approval, but this didn't pan out as I had hoped." He shrugged watching balls of fire rain down upon the noble district from the trebuchets outside the city.

"Sooo you didn't want the city?"

"Pftt I could give two shits less about the city. I wanted the power that dwelled down here. On that note I suppose you could say this was a success. But by the gods the more I was stuck in the presence of that asshole, the more I want to feed his head to a thousand small animals. Just gotta hope the less older notebook is willing to play her part now.... And I wish this wound would hurry up and heal already. Fuck that shit hurt." He declared glancing down at the still open wound that was slowly sealing up.

Brisia shrugged her shoulders. "Suppose it's a lesson for letting your guard down. I promise when the gods truly target you, they'll all have weapons that hurt much more than their old or defective ones."

"The gods come for me? Old and defective?" Christopher raised an eyebrow glancing up at her. 'Well not too sure I like the sounds of that, but hey most the known world already wants me dead, why not a few gods too?'

"Do you really think the gods are going to give their greatest assets to humans who can fall to corruption on the drop of a hat? You are close to two fallen goddesses. More so you've formed pacts with them, even if mine is only a minor one. If they haven't noticed you, they will. And eventually they'll see you as a threat."

"Fuck the gods. They've never paid attention to me since the day I was born. Why would they start now?"

"Ahem forgetting two of them already."

"You're fallen, you don't count." 

"You cheeky little bastard! I don't think anyone has ever had the balls to downplay my existence of the very few that have ever met me or not!"

Christopher sighed brushing aside the indignant goddess. "Well either way they're not my concern. If they attack me, or mine, then I'll respond as best I can. Until then my main concern is Robert and Aldous now that this mess is wrapping up." Christopher then turned to the floor where Markous's arm lay a little on the crispy side but mostly intact. Using his foot he kicked the arm up, snatching it up mid air.

"Gods this bit is taking some getting use to." He grumbled as his facial features began slowly changing. His cheeks split open his head elongating a little as he opened his mouth and multiple rows of razor sharp teeth began growing in place of his regular teeth. Leaning back holding the arm above his head he began allowing the remaining blood to pour from the severed limb into his mouth as he drank it down, wringing every last drop from it he could. If there was one thing he recently had become aware of, blood is power. The more powerful/ ancient the person the stronger it would make him. Whether it was temporary, or permanent he had no idea. But one thing he did notice was he felt as though he had done some drug, ran a marathon and was ready to stay awake for another day or two.

As the flow of blood came to a stop he took a large bite of the arm as if it were nothing more than a snack like beef jerky. It was mentally disgusting, but his less than human side made it so the taste was nothing more than a meal lacking some spices. Once he finished consuming the arm, his physical features slowly began returning to normal.

"Yea definitely not something I should grow use to." He said his whole body shaking as a chill ran down his spine. 

"So what now?" Brisia hummed. "Going to conquer the world while avenging your friends and family?"

"I really don't care about conquering anything. If I could get Robert and Markous to simply meet me in the field and kill them, chances are I would just return to Helenfel and live out my life."

"What about all these other people who are following you? Would you simply abandon them?"

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Christopher stared at the ground for a brief moment before finally breathing a deep sigh and scratching the back of his head.  "Damn... No.. No I couldn't do that. At the very least I would see to it this country is theirs, but I still have no interests in conquering, ruling, or even being a noble. I truly don't know what would hap-.... Huh.." Christopher stopped noticing the black what resembled a tattoo.... was moving as though an invisible needle was going to work finishing the tattoo. 

Christopher eyed it with suspicion. "Is that poison still in my system? Or an after effect from that holy sword? I don't feel any side effects of poison though, and apart from exhausted I'm beginning to feel normal again despite a still rather sizable hole in my back."

"Hmm?" Brisia who had been looking out over the city turned her attention back to Christopher.

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She leapt down from her gravity ignoring perch taking hold of Christopher's arm the ink looking substance was still a little above his wrist but was still going. 

"OOOooo!" Brisia danced in place excitedly turning back towards the hole holding her palm out whispering. "Come see your human." After finishing the sentence she gently blew on her palm as though blowing a kiss. The message would soon find it's way to Aleisa with little doubt.

"Hmm.. You know what this is?"

"Oh yes I most definitely do. Though we won't know precisely what until it's finished."

"Huh... Okay I guess?" Christopher shrugged it off figuring nothing sinister was happening so 'Oh well.' 

Brisia looked up from the ink that was already halfway down his hand making it's way towards his fingers. Her smile was one that was downright chilling. One of someone who enjoyed witnessing others in pain to be more precise. "This is going to hurt... A LOT."

"What do you mean?" Now a little past halfway down his fingers. "So far I feel as normal as I ca-AAAAAAGH!" The moment the ink touched the tip of his fingers he was overcome with an intense pain that burned as bad, if not worse than the holy weapon Brock stabbed him with. "Wha- What the fu-AAAGH!" He cried out in pain again. His world began spinning. His body felt as though it were being ripped apart from, as if tiny specs of metal had somehow circulated it's way throughout his entire body, and someone held a high power magnet against him and all the pieces were trying to rip through him.

"The fuck is happening!?"

"Ooooh this is good I can't wait to see!" Brisia declared jumping for joy. "I haven't seen anything like this in... Well never , I've only heard about it!"

"What the fuck about this is good!?"

Though Christopher felt as though any second would be his last, Brisia was clearly enjoying every moment of his torture.

'Sadistic bitch!' Christopher thought to himself as the world quickly began spinning. He had sustained gods only knows how many injuries throughout the years, but this was definitely taking the cake. The greatest bitch was he couldn't even suffer through it in silence, he had to watch from the ground as a crazed goddess laughed and smiled down at him as though he were a zoo animal or an attraction at a circus.

"Oh shit.." His vision was darkening. The pain was so unbearable he was beginning to lose consciousness. 'All I can do is pray to the gods you can't feel pain while your passed out.' And those were is final thoughts as his eyes closed to the world his head dropping to the ground with a thud.

Brisia wasn't bothered in the least by his current state. She danced around his body absolutely giddy. A minute after Christopher passed out from the pain, Alesia began manifesting from thin air close to the pair. Immediately upon see how giddy Brisia was, she was already suspicious. Especially after being banished and becoming a god of one of the hells there was very little that made her this happy or excited.

Then her eyes finally found Christopher collapsed on the ground.

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"What in all the hells did you do?"

"Hey! Why do you automatically assume it's me?"

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"Because it's you."

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"Okay that's a good point I admit. BUT! This time it had nothing to do with me! As a matter of fact I'll have you know I saved his life!"

"Yea sure you did."

"What!? Oh come on! I actually did! It hurts my feelings you don't believe me." Brisia pouted her lips looking away from Alesia.

"Probably because I know you better than any of the other gods."

"Okay fair point, but it still stings I'll have you know! But quick, look at his arm!"

Brisia sighed before taking a glance at him.

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At first it didn't even register what she wasc seeing. "Wait does this mean Markous is-"

"Nah he lived, but our boy here took a chunk off him.. .Literally."

A grin even broader than Brisia's began spreading over Alesia's face. "He's going to be -"