God From The Abyss

Chapter 30: Chapter 030: Unforgivable!!!

The very first thing Mikael noticed when he came to, was the color of the sky. The light grey clouds and the slight wetness of his clothes were the only proof of a light drizzle that fell some time ago.

The sun had almost completed its journey home as it’s now weak light ran through the now jagged canopy of the massive, colossal trees, light streamed in. The forest seemed to have changed into its evening attire. The shadows stretched long and sharp across the ground. The air was cool, carrying with it the smells of damp earth and fruits, ripe and ready to fall and the moon had already taken its place in the sky.

For a while, he remained still, listening to the chirrs of the sparrows, the low, steady hum of insects with glowing bodies, the distant howls and roars of predators prowling in preparation for nightfall, all having recovered from the chaos that had ensued during the day.

His chest rose and fell slowly as he breathed, and rolled his shoulders, while his hair caught the strokes of the dimmed sunlight like strands of pure snow. His eyes lifted toward the horizon where the smoke fire of some far-off civilization stirred.

A little farther off, a muffled laughter carried on the air, suddenly entered the atmosphere drawing Mikael’s senses back. The laughter, he noticed, was not one of joy or happiness, but the amused kind you would get from watching pitiful, lowly creatures. There was a bit of uneasiness though, masked beneath the joy.

Listening in, he heard snorts and hooves of some animals clacking atop the part rocky trail, probably those beasts they called horses, alongside the sound of whips cracking and the rolling of wood followed soon after.

Mikael’s body floated lazily to an upright position, his head tilted toward that direction, picking up his scythe and putting it away into its usual crack.

"Humans, it seems," he murmured, walking toward the ruckus. "Let’s hope that they can keep me amused, just like my good friend Alan and his family."

The moon was now high above the trees when Mikael saw the source of the creaks, laughs, and snorts. Now he could also hear the scrape of metal while a stench — very much unpleasant, of dirt and blood with some other scent he wasn’t familiar with stuck to the back of his throat, though his face made no effort to betray his disgust for it as he got a bit closer.

His eyes narrowed slightly. "Mortals," he thought. "Armed. And not hunting beasts of the forest like he expected. They were rather... hunting people?"

The corner of his mouth lifted in an amused smirk. "I believe these are the bandits, who ’kidnap’ and trade in people. Adrian’s memory is quite helpful, much thanks, boy. Now, how about we see how interesting these people are?"

He continued forward, hair glowing faintly in the moonlight, a picture of effortless, albeit ominous, calm. Already, the auras of these dimwitted individuals were nowhere near worthy warrant him summoning Ragnarok at all so it was going to be for him to swoop out whenever he got bored of whatever it is they were doing.

The men lurking gasped when they saw him, though they tried to mask their fear with false bravado.

Under the moonlight, Mikael’s pale skin, from his abdomen up to his face glowed faintly like he was a being, a monster allergic to the concept of blood! When they finally saw his eyes, most of them nearly gave out at the knees. Visible and bright golden, patterned eyes that glowed unblinking, sharp and mercilessly cold. They screamed ’unhuman’ and seemed to judge the bandits down to their very souls, exposing every foul they had ever committed in their lives!

"Oi! Look at that one," one of the men chuckled nervously. "That shiny boy must be a noble or a half-caste even. Imagine how much he’d sell for?"

Mikael nodded slightly. ’Trying to increase the morale of his comrades with the promise of wealth. An unusual but still smart and possibly effective.’ He nodded subconsciously in approval, his rating of them increasing just by a bit in his head. They were still idiots though. You don’t pick up just anyone you see who’s alone.

’I’m not even a bandit but I’ve got more sense of the business than these fools,’ he sighed, his rating of them dropping again. The humans and even the Khyronians he’d killed days ago had been smarter than this.

"True! He’s all alone. And it does seem like he ain’t even awakened yet," one of them jeered. The morale jack was working.

"Yeah, let’s get em!"

Mikael came closer, his expression relaxed. His strides bore no weight, as though he didn’t hear their questions. Inside, though, his thoughts clicked. "So these are the games bandits play now, huh? Their own and enslavers. He cast a quick glance at the wagons where weak clusters of mana huddled together.

’Let’s see where this goes.’

He made no move to resist when one lunged forward with a sack and ropes. The coarse fabric came down over his head, ropes tightened around his wrists, the rough hemp scraping his skin. Under the sack, Mikael tilted his head and let them tie him up. The ropes dug in a bit more harder but he ignored it and let them do their work.

However, he bit his lips so hard he bled, trying to keep himself from just killing them all immediately.

’No. I’m killing them all later.’

And with that mental note down, his subconscious calmed down a bit. It’s aim now on the time when he’ll get to the slaughtering, meanwhile the oblivious, doomed men were elated and patted each other’s backs.

"That was too easy," someone laughed.

"And here was me thinking he was gonna put up some fight."

"Just had some aura around him. He must be in shock when he met us! Hahaha! A nice haul, boys! The captains gonna be fuckin pleased. Lock em up," one of the much reasonable bandits shouted orders. "We gonna camp here, some fucker almost destroyed the whole forest earlier t’day. And them wild beasts aint settled down yet."

"Aye, Greg!"

"Meska, get them beers ready. We gon celebrate our catch!"

When they prodded with the flat side of a weapon, mostly likely a sword, to move. And he had no qualms about it and heeded it.

"Probably scared stiff. He ain’t even strugglin. Kekekeke!"

" Hear me, Raul. Either he’s scared shitless or he’s some high ranked that doesn’t even care the fuck we do so he can kill us all!"

One of his escorts was close to the truth! And for that, Mikael awarded him a point. He’d still die along the others though, for the disrespect. But still, their rating improved again.

"I say we let go!"

" Shut ya hole, unc. Or I’ma cut ya tongue and shove em down ya throat for breakfast t’morrow."

" No need Raul. I’m just saying."

" Yeah, yeah. Old people crap. Keep em to yaself you old fool."

They came into the clearing where the old wagons were and where the sack wws taken off. He never understood why they need it in the first place though.

Bound in chains, there were old men with sunken eyes bleak and devoid of hope, while the women and children were tear sullied, with a few still even shading tears and snot from their noses. They were very few young men and most of their faces were swollen although the rebellious look in their eyes still persisted. Then again, they were mostly unawakened. They were all dressed in dirty rags, with some having their clothes torn here and there, mostly the younger women, while the smell was deadly impossible to enjoy breathing!

Mikael’s gaze seem to went around the two wagons and it lacked pity. It was the eyes of one who was studying a new subject, one he never knew was possible or even existed prior to now.

The weak, preying on the weak?! What happens then within the privacies of those this world deemed the strong. This was Aurora’s acclaimed most prized creation?

Disgraceful.

The humans, the entirety of the mortal realm if he remembered, were created just before he was. But he was never one to bother with trivialities during his time as a Sovereign, despite his unmatched curiosity. More so, The Goddess prevented active interference with the place, of which he was suffering some of its consequences as his backlash whenever he uses celestial essence.

His face contorted in pure rage, and visibly disgusted and he made no move to hide it!

He was shoved into one of the wagons, the metal door slamming shut as soon as he entered. He stood all the while as their captors left before heading to an empty spot to sit.

However, one of his fellow captee, a young man a bit older than his body, in a sense of delusion and bravado rushed to grab his hair, eyes red from both tears, humiliation and anger. Was it to claim superiority even in the dirt? The reason, no one there could ascertain, but they looked on.

But he made the wrong call at the worst moment possible! Mikael was still enraged, and his anger burned hotter than anybody in the world.

The Goddess made sure to protect these failed pieces of scum, but left him to condemned and nearly destroyed for just one slip up no one had ever told him to avoid! But these...pieces of short lived trash get second chances and more leniency than him?!

Unforgivable!!!

The next three seconds happened faster than anyone there could process! The rush was still fresh in their minds, Mikael’s hands were still tied.

But three seconds later, the head of the man was in Mikael’s hands as the body dropped slowly to the ground and the blood gushed in strong, violent streams. The amount of bloodlust that flowed from the white haired boy nearly drowned the entire caravan, leaving no one unable to even scream

The prisoners inside shrank back in terror, eyeing his unearthly aura and noble appearance, as well as the head which he casually tossed aside.

Mikael paid them no heed. He sat cross-legged as his rage slowly dissipated, his posture one of nobility and authority, despite the grime, filth and iron all around him.