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The sound of metal hitting wood permeates a small town as a new house is being built a tall and muscular 18 year old boy named Michael follows a little cluelessly behind his father an apprentice both equipped in construction gear
Father: “go get my toolbox i will be on the roof bring them to me”
Michael: “on it dad” he turns around before walking down the ladder walking into a garage but not before dinging his head onto the garage door searching for an unreasonable amount of time he finds the toolbox standing on a chair in the middle of the room he grabs it walks out hitting his head on the garage door and begins to head towards the ladder somehow very poorly catching his feet on the steps, the amount of shaking is monumental
Father: “be careful we don’t want a hospital visit” by some miracle he makes it up the ladder and hands him the toolbox he opens it up “damn i forgot i left my hammer inside go down and get it for me…. And also another beer” Michael salutes and begins to head towards the ladder his looks down misplaces his foot and stumbles off the tall house and into the concrete spattering on the cold ground a little time before a goddess clad in darkened armor sits atop her throne of skulls staring at her subordinate the only light being her dark red eyes the angles kneels
Angel: “Lord Synkrovia the previous mortal you've sent has perished” the goddess glares down her eyes almost acting like spotlights on her minion
Synkrovia: “what a waste Tjanare have you found any more of note” she says sipping a chalice of blood the angle nods and flys over handing her a scroll containing names and notable descriptions until he spots Michael’s name and description “yes he may be of use bring him here”
Tjanare: “i will do it my sire” the angel flies away suddenly Michael wakes up to a realm covered in cracked stone rivers of blood and dead bodies skewered onto spikes as it leads to a large Gothic castle
Michael: “oh god, mama said i should have prayed more but i thought i got the gist of it” he looks shocked as a large winged figure clad in deep red and black armor adorned with skulls he turns to the figure “i tried my best how did i get in hell”
Tjanare: “be not afraid mortal Lord Synkrovia has chosen you for a holy mission follow me”
Michael: “am i in heaven” the angel ignores “i didn’t expect it to be full of blood and corpses” two giant birds collapse in the middle of the pathway fighting, tearing into each other “it’s like a metal album which is weird cause my mama wouldn’t let me listen to them” Tjanare signals to open the gate it Michael heal looks inside seeing a depressed looking creature mouthless creature open the gate and they enter, various creatures turn around ready to attack stopping when they see Tjanare unwilling to attack so close to an angel. Michael stays as close to the angel Tjanare opens a large door and Michael bears witness to a towering throne of skulls with a pair of glowing red eyes spotlighting onto Michael
Synkrovia: “ Welcome mortal i am Synkrovia The goddess of violence and conflict, war for simplicity. I have chosen you for a mission. A group of slavers from a rival god Idonismos have been terrorizing my people and many others. I have chosen you to kill them.
Michael: “oh that sounds bad and my parents always said that if God tell you to do something you should do it” Synkrovia attempts to interrupt signaling him to be silent he doesn’t notice ”are you Old Testament god cause this seems different wait I don’t think god was a woman back then” Synkrovia half listening responds loudly interrupting
Synkrovia: “as you should your purpose is obey us” she pauses hesitating for a second “to help you on my conquest i have brought you a holy weapon and armor” Micheal eyes light up “while normally i would let you choose the previous ways haven't worked so im taking control, your far to important to lose”. The final few words carrying a different tone, Tjanare narrows his eyes as she signals for a group of angels to come as they bring a sword and armor both made from what looks to be bone and human skin Tjanare looks over in horror before whispering to Synkrovia
Tjanare: “Lord Synkrovia are you sure about this that isn’t our artifact how did you even get it” Synkrovia signals him to be silent
Synkrovia: “this is a powerful artifact made from the skin and bone of a dead god it reshapes and bends to the users will very few things can match it bear witness to Carodius” the angels place down the artifact Michael bends down and places a hand on the artifact suddenly lunges towards Michael latching onto him before filling his mind with words feeling and the urge to kill screaming throughout his entire mind threatening to take control
Carodius: "YOUVE MADE A MISTAKE TRAITOR GODS I CAN FEEL MY SKIN ON A NEW BODY I CAN FEEL THE FREEDOM ” Michael struggles as the being inside tries to get him to move and attack after a few moments of struggle he manages to stay still winning control as he holds his mind in place Synkrovia looks pleased
Carodius: “FLESHBAG! holding me back you will perish for your misplaced loyalty your soul will be devoured like the rest”
Synkrovia: “good i am glad you have a strong will, you will need it if you don’t want to lose yourself to this world” Michael looks down at the sword before shaping it in his mind to the shape of a flail
Michael: “who was the voice that i heard”
Synkrovia: a dead god his flesh and bone has been repurposed into a weapon and a set of armor dead god since we can’t die his mind while shattered is still conscience”
Michael: “uh neat whats gonna happen now”
Synkrovia: "I will send you to the forest of Malacad for it is the least dangerous of my lands”
Michael: “okay God will go do that for you” he says optimistically saluting
Synkrovia: “yes good you'll receive another generous gift from me i will grant you the ability to speak the local language for both of our convenience”
Michael:” oh wow thank you how will i get there “ he scratches the back of his head Synkrovia opens a portal underneath Michael's feet
Synkrovia: “go forth my chosen may you find success in your conquest”
Micheal: “I will thank you god i promise oh and when can i see my famil……..” He’s cut short as he’s suddenly sucked through the portal
Tjanare leans over and whispers to Michael
Tjanare:” i hope you know what your doing stealing the god king’s holy artifact”
Synkrovia: “ he’s failed us for too long besides i mean to lead him out the mortal is just the backup plan”
Tjanare: “so what will you have us do”
Synkrovia: “gather my armies and prepare for when he tries to attack we will ambush him and then i can take his crown and power for myself”
Micheal is sent to a deep forest wandering through he stumbles through after an hour of wandering a group of men in fur and woolen clothes wander in on Michael spotting the man covered in human skin and bone they immediately raise their bows towards him
Michael: “hey God er Synkrovia sent me to save you guys or something” the group of men look at each other before lowering their bows before whispering to eachother
Man 1: “ isn’t that the artifact of vasilmenos” another calls out to Michael
Man 2: “hey where did you come from, you seem lost”
Michael: “umm i died and Synkrovia I think sent me here I think…” man two doesn’t let him finish before whispering to the others
Man 2: “ what do we do with him I doubt he’s lying about being sent by Synkrovia”
Man 3: “we could take him back he’s definitely not experienced to kill all of us and if he’s telling the truth we definitely shouldn’t risk getting smited”
Man 1: “yeah your right about that” he turns towards the stranger “come follow us we’ll take you back to our village” Michael seems pleased and walks towards the men following them their village as they step into a forest clearing a guard sipping out of a tankard notices the men's return and signals for the gate to open after spotting the extra man with them and his extremely normal attire he spits out his drink and almost faint