All Chapters of A God’s Tale: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

The fiendish war had raged on since long before Elika was born, neither side showing compassion. The battles raged on through the centuries untamed and savage, no side allowing quarter. The deaths were heinous and unprincipled; those who died would not rest silently. Their sinful battle would continue onward, the souls forever locked in limbo where they would endure the tortures of death lingering on their monstrous souls. Not many remember the true beginning of the impure and putrid war, the centuries moulding and bending it into only myth. Those who do remember the beginning speak not of the times of peace, when all mystical beings lived together, when the gods worked as one to preserve and abide life’s creations. But that was long ago before millions died, before the mortals turned away from magic and renounced all ties they had with the gods. Neither heaven nor hell was safe from the war, the sea nor sky dared to challenge the reasons. Neither wind nor earth thought to def

The raid began with a bloodthirsty vengeance, Atlas taking all the men he had into hell. The battle was both untamed and putrid, the casualties increasing by the minutes... Darkous smiled and chaos unfolded around him, the wave of battle was here, the smell of blood invading his nostrils. All around him were people fighting for their lives and for the lives of their loved ones, but this did not disrupt or unsettle Darkous. It in fact made him more agile and alert as he stalked into the centre of the battle, the hand crafted sword strategically by his side, ready to strike at the first person who would dare to threaten his power. He thrived on the pure adrenalin that came with battle and loved the helpless look on people’s faces as he landed the killing blow. But nothing compared to the total satisfaction of knowing that his brother once again failed to carry out a full scale surprise attack on hell, no nothing could compare to the feeling Darkous got as he

Elika woke with a sickening ache in her head, the pain from being hit with the handle of a katana lingering as she slowly made her way into a seated position. She thought back to the night before with anger in her heart, Darkous had gate crashed her birthday celebration with a raiding party. Obviously causing the light-hearted mood to cease, instead of cutting the cake being the end of Elika’s night, she was struck in the head by Darkous. The events after which were hazy at best, the headache that lingered only serving as a reminder of how weak and foolish she had been. The princess had allowed her fear to take over, keep her from fighting with her family. The night before had been the first time she had seen the dark lord in person, the stories of his brutality true and just. She had doubted the stories before last night, believing that they had been moulded and twisted by the people. Now, she would never doubt them again. Never underestimate the wickedness of Darkous, or wha

Darkous sat in the small meeting room with Michael, contemplating his next move, the would find Timmy’s body, and then the counterattack would come. But with the little princess trapped in one of the cells, the psychopathic lord had leverage over his brother. Atlas would be enraged to find out Darkous had his daughter, keeping her as a prisoner.“Set up the defences immediately, make sure that either you, Darren or Joey are guarding the princesses room at all times.” Darkous commanded, deciding to be cautious. His brother would send someone to retrieve his daughter sooner or later, so the psychopathic lord intended to be ready.Michael nodded, turning his raven black eyes towards the psychopathic lord. “Of course, I will personally see to the rota. Permission to speak freely, sir?”“Permission granted” Darkous replied, giving a slight nod as he glanced towards his comrade.Michael’s expression suddenly becam

 The room was eerie dark, the princess’ small frame shaking as she moved into a seated position. The only sound in the small cell was Elika’s harsh breathing, her pulse quickening. She scanned the darkness in panic, desperately searching for anything that would give her comfort. For some sign of life. She pushed herself into the corner of the cot-like bed, her back connecting with a padded wall. She was deserted, alone in the darkness. Her whole body continued to tremble as she stood, moving into the centre of the cell. She repeatedly glanced into every corner, the walls seeming to close in on her. The princess gasped, her legs quaking with fear.  The distant screams of her family assaulted her ears, causing Elika’s panic to increase. She searched around the room again, this time for her family. The cell remained abandoned, the princess completely alone. And yet, she could clearly hear the desperate cries of her brothers as though the