The Supreme Jailer was walking towards Azrahel.

  Vaelros realized what they planned next.

  “NO!!” Vaelros screamed.

  “See? What can you people do?” The Supreme Jailer chuckled at their helplessness.

  “Nnggh!”

  Vaelros tried to break free from his bounds. But, to no avail.

  “Stay away from me! Don’t come any closer!” Azrahel cried as the Supreme Jailer approached him with the sword he used on Etheron still dripping with blood.

  “Your time is up kid,” the soldier in charge of Azrahel said and gave way for the Supreme Jailer.

  “You’re a good boy, but your father and brother are rotten maggots trying to climb their way up. They ought to know their place,” the Supreme Jailer said as he shook his head in mockery.

  Filled with dread as the soldiers held him in place, Vaelros kneeled on all fours with his head lowered close to the ground.

  His bloody face was splashed with mud non-stop with every drop of rain. Some mud droplets entered his ears.

  Vaelros could tell the Supreme Jailer was someone who flaunted his power.

  Thus, trying to appease the jailer by humbling himself might help.

  Vaelros would do everything to save his remaining son!

  “Please… Please, I beg you! Please, I’ll do anything you say. Please… Let him live!” Vaelros begged.

  “Wahaha! Hahaha!”

  The Supreme Jailer laughed happily at Vaelros actions.

  “So, the once mighty Vaelros Dreadstelth of the Livingrings knew how to humble himself! Yes, I will spare him!” the Supreme Jailer said.

  Vaelros found hope as they agreed to his plea. But the next instant…

  Shing!

  Chuck.

  Screech.

  The sound of the sword trying to cut into Azrahel’s thin neckline was heard clashing with the thick armored necklace Vaelros had given him.

  “Arghhh!”

  Azrahel screamed as he tried to distance himself, but was punched in the gut and fell to the ground.

  The Supreme Jailer grinned as Azrahel lay on the ground, vulnerable to be cut.

  “STOP!!! You bastards!!!!”

  Vaelros roared in desperation, using all his strength left, he tried to run to Azrahel, but the soldiers pulled him back using the chains they had bound him with.

  Ensuring Vaelros could do nothing but watch helplessly, the Supreme Jailer swung Forsaken Blade and swiftly thrusted it ten times into Azrahel’s body.

  “His body is much weaker than his twin. Only his eyes seem to be alive now. But not for long,” said the Supreme Jailer and grinned.

  At this moment, Etheron with his last spark of life, still felt the pain and agony as he saw his twin brother stabbed many more times.

  Azrahel had his hands outstretched to his father as he lay there stabbed by the Supreme Jailer, reaching out as his life neared its end.

  Tears escaped Etheron’s eyes as he tried to scream, but he could no longer talk after they slit his mouth.

  Still, he was able to make some sounds and was heard.

  “Oh! You’re still alive, boy?!”

  The Supreme Jailer and the soldiers noticed Etheron again.

  “You really don’t know when to give up, huh? You should have just stayed silent. Or was the pain too much? You wanted the last blow? Fine, I’ll grant it.”

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  The Supreme Jailer chuckled as he looked down at the barely alive Etheron.

  Shing!

  Thud.

  Etheron’s bloody head fell to the filthy ground and was covered in blood and dirt as it rolled over.

  His eyes with tears were now all covered in mud as it blankly looked at his father’s direction.

  Plop.

  Much to the Supreme Jailer’s mirth, it stopped in a puddle of water as if to further the pain Etheron suffered.

  His head was separated more than a meter away from his body that was not in the least bit in a better situation.

  His abdomen was torn open and his internal organs spilled out.

  Etheron and Azrahel’s blood flowed everywhere and had stained the ground into a dark red hue.

  “...”

  Vaelros fell to his knees. His mouth was agape.

  He was at a loss for words at what just happened right in front him.

  ‘This must be a nightmare. Yes, I must still be unconscious.’

  He refused to accept the reality in front him.

  It was only after a few seconds of glitch and denial in his mind did Vaelros finally processed everything.

  It was real.

  His two adorable sons were dead.

  They were killed right in front of him.

  “Aaaaaahhhhhhh!!!! Etheron!!!...Azrahel!!!!”

  Vaelros screamed and wailed in despair.

  His battered body, limping from all the torture he got, became numb of all the pain as the worst heartache a parent could ever have, visited him again.

  And this time, much worse than the first.

  The twins were gone. So cruelly at that. And Vaelros was not able to do anything to save them.

  All hope was lost.

  Until suddenly…

  The air trembled.

  The winds became still, and the torrential rain stopped falling.

  An eerie silence filled everything. A prelude to something…

  “What’s going on?!!”

  The Supreme Jailer and the soldiers looked around in alarm.

  A terrifying aura filled the surroundings and the air vibrated as if fighting with gravity itself.

  Then, a blinding light flashed.

  Amidst all this, Azrahel’s body began healing and regenerating so quickly that his wounds were closing as they watched.

  He stood while all his wounds mended instantly. His eyes opened with a burning glare while his whole body was still bathed with all the light swirling around him as his body was restored to health.

  Only gasps were heard as they witnessed something so shocking and supposedly impossible.

  The next instant, only a few words were heard. And it wasn’t theirs.

  “Soul Taker-Bloodbath!”

  The body of the Supreme Jailer suddenly started to wither, holes appeared on his skin, and his blood started gushing out like little fountains.

  “Arrgh!!!!” The Supreme Jailer screamed in fear and pain. It resounded to the whole area and all the soldiers heard it.

  The soldiers were petrified where they stood and could not move even when they wanted to.

  They felt by instinct that whoever moved would be the next.

  Thus, the Supreme Jailer’s wail boomed in silence.

  It continued until only a pool of blood, some bones, and the Forsaken Blade were left where the jailer was last seen standing.

  There was silence, fear, and grief…

  Inside the minds of some of the troops of the Nexxus’ Crimson Legion, ‘At least the other one is dead. But, how should we kill this creature? Does he even die?!’

  Some of the strongest soldiers present started to move their bodies for defense formation. But…

  “Lumina Nova - Regeneration.”

  As if time stood still, they witnessed how Etheron’s body parts reassembled and healed.

  In the face of the immense power they had witnessed, some soldiers sensed immediate death if they did not flee.

  Thus, those who could move tried to run as far as possible even with their feet heavy with fear.

  They ran as fast as they could, away from the carnage they just witnessed.

  Thunder rumbled and the rains continued to drop, as a blinding flash of lightning tore through the sky, the bolt struck one of the ancient trees.

  It ignited its gnarled branches in a searing blaze and illuminated the vicinity.

  As for those who remained frozen with fear, it was as if time itself was not moving, and they could only wait for their demise.

  These soldiers were then the next target, until in that accursed place, nothing remained but a pool of blood.

  The soldiers who captured the three “sinners” and were supposed to punish them, were the ones who got punished instead, when they were faced with an immense unknown power.

  ***

  After some time, in a village in the Obsidian Cradle Kingdom…

  “This event was recorded by those who survived.

  Forsaken Blade was taken by the Warden Supreme of Nimraelth Kingdom and dedicated to their king, King Halrun.

  No one knows where those demons now dwell, but they will be pursued by the Nexxus for the sake of all humanity.

  The twin sons of Vaelros Dreadstelth, known in the legends as the Twin Sons of the Devil...”

  “What a story! Let’s borrow the next part of this book,” a ten-year-old boy exclaimed.

  “Crethon! Didn’t you hear what the adults were talking about? It’s not a book for us kids to hold! I will tell my father!” Fedenor, the son of a retired soldier, scolded his friend.

  Crethon was a scribe’s son. His father was their neighbor who had been sick for a long-time.

  Their father’s were good friends, so Fedenor’s father was supporting Crethon’s family.

  They got hold of a book Crethon’s father was working on. They heard it could help him earn more silver coins or a few gold coins if approved by the king.

  "Silence, Fedenor! We'll sneak again tomorrow," Crethon insisted with unyielding stubbornness.

  He wanted to know what else happened after that.

  “You never learn, do you?” Fedenor sighed in exasperation.

  “I’m just curious,” Crethon defended himself. “Fine, let’s just sleep for today.” Fedenor answered with crossed arms.

  Crethon hid the book in a worn down drawer and headed to bed.

  Fedenor followed suit. It was already late into the night.

  “Huh! Oh man! Are these rags all we can use?” Fedenor complained as he pulled at their blankets.

  “Shut up and sleep! Geez,” Crethon hushed.

  Due to his family’s situation, everything in their house was old.

  The kids turned off the lamp and fell asleep soundly.

  .

  .

  .

  Meanwhile, in a far away place. . .

  “Soul Reaper Arcana – Bloodbath!”

  Several bodies of soldiers simultaneously erupted into pools of blood, while they were still preparing to charge. They could not even do anything to stop it.

  “Azrahel, how many times have I told you to hold back!” Etheron scolded his twin.

  “And what are those small squirming bats at your back Etheron?” Azrahel calmly replied, as if feeling nothing that many were killed by him instantly.

  “Shut up! They alerted us of the attack, remember!” Etheron loved these creatures.

  “Oh, those small squirming ugly bats?” Azrahel said teasingly.

  “Enough you two.

  Etheron, don’t bully or use too much force when fighting.

  Where are the trees in front of us?

  And Azrahel, no need for so much blood…

  Hayss…

  How many times have I told you?

  Life is not to be taken lightly…” Vaelros scolded.

  He will never get used to the powers of these two even after witnessing it several times already.

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