In a dark cavern within the devils' territory, Elon stirred from his dark slumber.
Elon, a powerhouse from ancient times, the equivalent of a Saint to the devils, forced into hibernation after confronting the witches.
The wroth expression on its dark, wrinkled face displayed its rage clearly.
The witches had forced it to the brink of death before, but now it was finally awake again, Elon could wreak havoc on the world once more.
Suddenly, the devil's eyelids opened, revealing its pitch-black eyes. Every muscle and tendon in its body creaked as it abruptly stood up.
Flexing its limbs, like a school kid warming up before games, Elon tested the condition of its body. He gave his arms a Tug to wake them up.
'It's been too long.
'I've allowed the witches to recover their strength.
'I, Elon, won't stand for it any longer.
'To make a stand I must fight back against those wretched witches.
'For what's right, I must purge the true evil in this land.'
Few knew this, but the devils used to be humans, too. However, they had undergone drastic genetic experiments to enhance their bodies.
Why would they do that to themselves?
To escape from the witches' slavery.
In ye olden times, the witches ruled over all the land, suppressing the commoners with brute force. Anyone without powers was worth less than dirt to them.
In a bid to save themselves and their descendants, a group of commoners—lead by Elon himself—underwent dangerous experiments, eventually turning into devils.
Not everyone could survive such a risky procedure. Never theless, innumerable people still volunteered. Many of their members died; many lost their minds and rationality. The few who survived found their personalities twisted. However, they all retained their determination and unity to achieve their goal.
'We cannot let our descendants suffer under the witches' oppression, not again. For their freedom, we must crush the witches while we can, before they rise up once more.
'Just like a Phoenix that rises from the ashes, if we give them more time, they will regain their rule over commoners.'
Elon thought back to the time it had been human. As a father, he had loved his little boy, Bill, and his wife, Miya, with all his heart. It was because of him that he had organised the group now known as the devils.
Opening the door of its ancient abode, Elon stared at the rising sun for the first time in many long years. At first, the brightness blinded it, but as its easy adjusted to the light, it stared out at the beautiful scenery, which was a stark contrast to its gaunt, Lonely figure.
'This is the land we saved from those b*stard witches; this is the land we saved from oppression.
'The common folk may not know the truth behind all this, but we know it's for their own good.
'We know we are fighting a just cause for the sake of all humanity.
'Even if the witches and church have set the people against us, we will not abandon them.
'For what is right, for freedom, for humanity, we must make this stand.'
Stepping outside, feeling the rising sun upon his face, Elon took one last look at his home. The door closed silently behind him.
As expected, the land outside his home had changed. The lush, verdant fields that had once paid tribute to his abode had long disappeared. In their place was a vast span of desert land, suffering from the aftermaths of a raging Storm.
A slight frown marred Elon's countenance. The soft ground, the Silver clouds, and the refreshing air were all normal aspects of nature that Elon had experienced before… yet… this didn't feel right. The stench of the witches tainted this place.
Elon's face paled as he thought of a possibility. How long had he slept for the witches to advance so far into his homeland?
The death of life, the collapse of civilisations, the end of a wise man's reign. These were all things that were inevitable, yet if they were to be forced into being, even the most Zen of people would definitely become angry. The witches had forced all three into being in front of Elon's very eyes.
Naturally, his rage was indescribable.
Arching his body like a bow, he fled across the land. Although he hadn't used his body and powers in a very long time, his control over them hadn't faded. With each step taken, power returned to him, causing his body to feel as light as a feather.
Elon ran, and he kept running. Due to his body's abilities, his feet would not bloody, nor would the breath in his lungs ever be lacking.
However, he did eventually come to a stop.
He stopped near a river of simple and humble nature. Not too wide and deep, nor too narrow and shallow. Across it, on the other shore, draped in the colours of the sea, a beautiful maiden stood.
A soft, silken, sad, uncertain look added to her innocent sensuality. Her eyes were downcast, staring into the flowing river. Elon's pupils constricted as memories of Miya flooded his mind. With no hesitation, he crossed the river in one step and appeared before the lady.
"M-Miya?"
So filled with rugged emotion his voice was, the maiden's eyes had already filled with tears before she had even raised her head. Seeing such a man who bore a commanding aura instilled in his brow and garments of humble wealth, the maiden hurriedly wiped her face of tears and kneeled before him.
"My Lord, I apologise. I am not the Miya that you seek. My humble name is Chrissy."
Chrissy spoke quickly, afraid that the man would kill her after being embarrassed like this. In actuality, Elon had already internally sighed after seeing her kneel. His wife would kneel to no man. He didn't stop the melancholy expression warp his features.
"No, I apologise… I have mistaken you for someone else…"
Chrissy, still kneeling, was shocked. Not only had this man not killed her, he had even apologised! She lifted her head to see the man walking away, cutting a Lonely figure. As if sensing her gaze, he turned his head to face her. After a moment of hesitation, he bent down toward her, pressing his hand against her forehead.
Chrissy's eyes rolled up as she fell into darkness. Upon her forehead, a stylised 'T' appeared. The mark of Elon! He smiled gently at her.
"Think of this as a form of protection, little one."
And with that, he was away. Away with the wind.
As he wandered through each unchartered street, he pulled out a small pouch from within his cloak. Opening them, the delicious aroma of delicious food filled the air. He pulled out a fried Prawn, admiring it before devouring it. Truly delectable.
Wow, I am surprised and overwhelmed by everyone's support so far...
Hopefully, they will fix the competition soon, and all the cheating entries will be deleted. In a perfect world, the results from last week would also be adjusted accordingly, but I can't see that happening.
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