God From The Abyss

Chapter 9: Chapter 09: The Attack on Babel!

And so weeks flew by in the town of Babel. Uncomfortable for the lad, but all the less peaceful.

Over the weeks, news of the Khyronians attacking border towns made the town set up its defence force, shrouding the population in a sense of security.

However, the day all that crumbled came just like any other day.

"Adrian, Mrs Gemma’s been calling you for years now."

"Buzz off, brat," he sneered at the hazel haired maid who enjoyed teasing him.

A young boy of sixteen now and considered an adult, handsome with raven black hair and a lean, muscular physique.

"Adrian, honey." Mrs Gemma came in. She sat down opposite him. "Like I always told you, and will still continue to tell you if you do not change your mindset, you won’t go very far in life. That you didn’t awaken doesn’t mean anything. You still get to live your life, just without the ability to cast spells yourself ."

"I’m not an awakened, yet I still got this far, didn’t I?"

"Yeah, but here I’m stuck with a foolish man who doesn’t care, who beats the shit out of me nearly every day." He laughed, yet the sadness remained. Laughter soon turned to tears. "I am scared, Mrs Gemma. How can I even survive out there?"

"I know..."

The door flew open. His uncle rushed in and grabbed him by the hair in a fit of drunken rage.

"So you turned out to be a different kind of failure from your parents, huh? Couldn’t even awaken. Tch. Well at least you’re still alive. Hahaha!"

"Master Edward, please stop!" Mrs Gemma pleaded.

"Shut up before I make you— Hey, Adrian—"

He punched him hard in the gut, sending the young lad sprawling.

"Answer the damn question. Are you a fool like your parents?" Edward growled, his voice thick with disdain.

Adrian met his uncle’s glare, unflinching. He’s had enough of the old bastard. "And what if I am? Huh?"

The response earned him a brutal punch. Blood sprayed from Adrian’s mouth as he staggered back, coughing.

"Someone developed a backbone all of a sudden. I don’t really like losers, you know. And who gave you the audacity to talk back to me in such a derogatory tone. Do you have a death wish, boy?" Edward muttered with a cruel chuckle. He continued wobbling.

Adrian wiped his mouth and grinned, defiant. "Well, I think the foolishness runs in the family, don’t you think so too, old man?"

That grin was all it took. Edward’s smile twisted into something darker as he snapped and launched into a savage beating. Mrs Gemma rushed to stop him, but she, too, was struck down—helpless against his fury.

"You’re a disgrace to the name of my family." Edward spat.

At that moment, the door creaked open. Adrian’s cousin, Pandora, stepped into the room, her posture straight and eyes cool. She looked to their father, who beamed at her as though the last few minutes of violence hadn’t happened.

"Daddy," she said calmly. "Why do you have to stress yourself with this failure of a cousin. Come on, I’ll take you to your quarters. And you, boy. Go do something to keep yourself busy. Mrs Gemma, could you please get some soup warmed up for Father."

" Yes, ma’am."

Edward’s expression lit up with pride. "Excellent, my daughter. You truly deserve to be my heir.Why don’t we celebrate your successful giving of orders, no?"

He turned to Mrs Gemma, sneering. "Come. At least my child didn’t turn out useless like this piece of human trash. Hurry go make preparations. We feast in Pandora’s honor tonight."

"Papa, no feasting again. You’re exhausted." Pandora sighed.

He shoved her forward with extreme delicateness and care, then headed toward the door. As he reached it, he paused, glancing back briefly with a smirk.

"And you,boy. You are no longer welcomed i—!"

Aaaaaaaaahhhhhhh

Screams seemed to pierce through the walls of the mansion- fortress, shrill and heart rending. Adrian’s eyes flickered open. The borders of the city was going up in flames?

"Demon invasion!!!"

The shout came from outside, sharp and panicked.

Adrian froze. Survival instincts kicked in too late as terror surged through him.

Over the years with skirmishes with the demons, it was common knowledge that they had a habit of teleporting monsters to human borders, using them as tools of terror and territory expansion. Some races had long since adapted after the war, placing complex defensive runes to shield their lands. But others..... Humans hadn’t been able to cast enough to cover all of theirs. Somewhere—always somewhere—remained exposed.

And the demons knew it.

They waited, watching, and when the moment was right, they struck—exploiting every flaw, every weakness.

Since the world knew that even the weakest of demons were Master Ranks and for a small town at the borders with the land of the demons, Khyron,like Adrian’s—with few B-rank combatants and mages—such news spelled nothing short of catastrophe and swift destruction.

Panic erupted.

Adrian’s instincts screamed just one word, just one. And he was damn sure that everybody in the room had the same thought in their heads.

"RUN!!"

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"Run, Adrian! RUN!"

Mrs Gemma’s voice was laced with agony. She clutched her abdomen, eyes widening in disbelief as she looked down to see her body almost split in half, blood spilling freely. She collapsed, drawing her last breath.

"Protect... yourself...." she whispered, coughing violently before going still.

Adrian had barely felt anything when he saw his uncle fell. But watching his mother figure die shattered something within him. A cold void swept through his soul as he saw her lifeless form crumpled before him.

He looked to his far left to see Pandora being torn to pieces right before him.

Hope left him. Despair swallowed what remained. He sank to the ground, awaiting certain death. Tears flowed non-stop.

"Mom, Dad, I’m scared. You guys felt like this during your time, didn’t you?" A sniffle. He smiled sadly.

"I’m tired."

The demon army showed no mercy. They kept advancing, leveling the city with every step. Screams of terror echoed through the streets—raw, heart-wrenching cries that pierced the sky that had turned grey, as if it was mourning while people were being ripped apart, limb by limb.

And then... It began.

The weight of suffering, of fear, of unbearable loss finally reached its breaking point. A massive surge of despair stirred up the ancient.

Deep within the void of a place long forgotten, amidst the wreckage of ancient times, a presence fully awoke. The pain of a particular young man resonated across the void, calling out like a beacon.

Somewhere, in a realm long forgotten and steeped in shadows, an ominous red eye slowly opened. It glowed with unnatural intensity.

The figure it belonged to stirred, bound in huge unworldly chains, smiled—waiting eagerly.

"Finally. After all these years, salvation is nigh."