The intensity fractured the temple's floor, revealing the mountain's design from underneath.
His rage was overflowing, and the environment around him began to mold to adjust to his will.
Be angry, be mad. Be livid.
But at me? I don't even know what he was talking about. When the hell did I have time for that nonsense?
Lightning shimmered around me, and the term 'wreathed in lightning' wasn't such a distant description.
It was illogical, it was dumb, in any way, shape, or form.
Yet I couldn't help but get mad at such a thing.
Misplaced anger of another distant god directed at me
The golden ichor, the lightning in my veins, boiled.
He wasn't talking to me, I wasn't talking to him, so why get angry?
As rational as that sounded, I wasn't feeling very rational
My fingers dug into my flesh.
He's talking about someone else.
My shoulders tensed.
You are Bahamut. I reminded myself.
Lightning sang in the sky, the glorious chorus a hymn in my name.
"Angry are we?" He snarled, his green eyes glowed. He took a step forward, his divinity flowing endlessly, covering him like a tightly fitted glove.
"Always throwing a temper tantrum, oh mighty thunderer! I quiver in my boots."
"Always so dramatic." He laughed and turned, the aura disappearing as if it were merely a whisper in the wind.
His cape fluttered, the lightning casting a shadow around him, and he vanished with a single sentence.
"Don't interfere, this is your final warning."
His words echoed in the sea of lightning.
The world shifted once more, and darkness became my mistress.
The ground folding upon itself, as I was pulled back into my void. The familiar feeling strangely cooled me down. My clenched fist loosened. The great rage I felt simmered. It was still there, but dormant
A room came into view, and I was sitting in my chair once more, back into the form of a dragon.
Instead, the anger transformed into confusion.
Tlaloc? The name felt foreign.
Who would have thought my head would start hurting after becoming a dragon god?
Because it certainly throbbed.
A god from the Aztecs. Even then, what did it matter knowing? When in the end I was not him?
So many questions and so few answers.
I miss Tiamat.
My lips curved into a frown, my hand unconsciously moved to pet the empty air.
A sigh left my lips.
The small fairy sighed, mimicking me, her action jolting me out of my thoughts.
Well, since Tiamat isn't here. I moved my hand and started petting her.
Her little face rubbed against my finger happily.
"Creator!" She chirped happily as she nuzzled in.
At least I had some comfort. My eyes naturality made it's way to the monitor.
Diana and her party were overlooking a fallen city.
Her little galaxy eyes, sparkling, the little stars in them shining.
She then puffed up her cheeks.
"Very bad man." She glared at the city on the monitor, the aura still lingering in the city of ruined stone.
Not bothering to correct her, I watched the monitor and stopped rubbing the little fairy's head.
Her little wings carried her to her chair, and a bucket of popcorn appeared in her hands.
How can such a little thing eat so much? I mused.
Unfortunately, the frown on my face, wasn't relieved.
'Lothar'
A god of dread, I had never heard the name before.
What was the point in thinking about it? I'd just kill him when it got to it.
But first, I have to find out my connection to Tlaloc. A mistaken Identity was one thing, but someone well acquainted with someone wouldn't mistake them for it. Even the prayers were redirected to me, and as far as I knew, which was very little. Gods did not like their authority usurped.
So, potentially, I was stepping on two gods' toes.
Great.
A stress-free life was all I ever wanted, to spend time with my sister and watch her grow, and here I am waging a war against a god who thinks I'm someone else.
From incurring my parents' debt to incurring a stranger's revenge.
A cigarette here would be nice.
I looked around.
Nope, no cigarette, of course I could conjure one, but I didn't want to feed into it.
Touching my chin, I wondered. Was I the reincarnation of some god? Almost breaking into laughter, I stopped myself. What a ludicrous notion.
A god with crippling debts.
No, it was something else. That god was a human right, and I was clearly a dragon. That was the first disconnect.
Yet the words that slipped from Lothar tormented my thoughts.
How ironic. Even while gone, I dread his words.
What did he mean by in 'that form?'
Leaning my head back, I looked up and closed my eyes.
Who cares...
If they have a problem, they'd have to kill me first.
My thoughts continued to flow, and the scene on the monitor changed; her party made its way to a burning city.
An army of dread, the rotten silver Armour they had was blessed, their hollowed eyes burning with intensity, as they fought the natives. For the most part, the battle seemed manageable; after all, there were no bodies. The only thing that remained was the hollow armor on the floor.
It was never that simple with gods.
Like a cruel joke.
Lothar's eyes blinked into existence, the giant orbs of flames glaring maliciously at me. I could almost swear it gave me a mocking glance before summoning a new creature. It used the fears of the burning citizens, the ones not engaged in battle, to create a hulking monster.
It resembled a disfigured orc, its green tusks curving unnaturally, the piglike bastard had lumps of hair tattered around its body, and it towered over the burning city.
A small divine spark lingered in its body, a show of divinity.
A demigod.
I looked at Diana, who was frozen in fear.
And thunder sang in the air, the sky trembled, and the clouds began to cry lightning. As if it were a twisted routine, my deep-rooted anger surfaced.
How dare that rotting piece of trash try to kill what's mine?
A growl escaped my lips, and the void trembled.
Thunder howled, like a wolf did to the moon. Rain drenched the burning city, drowning out the flames with water.
I wasn't an angry person
Yet inside, I felt as if I would explode.
A javelin of lightning formed, and it cracked the sky, like how it looks when glass shatters, and tore the creature apart.
Or so I wanted it to.
But that wretched god used its divinity to turn it into fiction, a manifested fear.
A laugh left my mouth.
But it was unaware.
I was a summoner.
If I couldn't kill it with lightning, I'd tear it limb from limb and drag that wretched god across the sun.
It was mine after all.
So, I did what I had to do to get her to summon me.
Don't prophets hear words from their gods? Don't saints and apostles speak to their god? Then I would just give a revelation. The world seemed to think I was Tlaloc, so I would be him
Just for this moment, I'm sure he wouldn't mind.
And if he did so, what?
Perhaps those were words spoken in anger, but I didn't care.
Using the stolen identity of a foreign god, I harnessed the faith, like I did with the false Yong, and blessed her with a revelation. The faith I gathered was brimming with lightning. But I didn't care, lightning flowed through my veins.
Despite the burns and the electricity that coursed through my body like ill-fitting armor, I spoke.
And the sky trembled.
[Diana]
Her face lit up with indescribable joy, or rather, her lip curved up ever so gently.
[Summon me.]
She did.
The world around me shifted, and my essence was pulled, like it had the first time. A circle beneath my feet was calling me.
"Creator." The little fairy squeaked out as she held my hand. She was pulled alongside me, the familiar darkness surrounded me again.
A giant door, unlike the one that was there first, appeared. The fairy stood on my shoulder, and without hesitation, I walked through.
Darkness hadn't left my eyes, and my hands felt like they grasped paper, and I tore.
And I arrived.
[Warning! Your power is too great compared to the summoning Circle.]
[Fixing!]
[Fixing!]
[Error!]
[Error!]
[Your size has been adjusted proportionate to the power used to summon you.]
The lightning hummed in joy as if to greet my arrival into the world. My body was the size it was in the realm. The extra power I had channeled into her, blessing her to allow myself some extra power in the real world.
A roar left my lips as I launched myself like lightning towards the abomination.
[Congratulations! You have become a demigod.]
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[You have been blessed by the god Bahamut, all stats increase by 50]
'Insane' Diana inwardly muttered, her trembling hands shaking with the divine aura of Bahamut, finally stopped.
Sweat dripped down her brow as she clumsily wiped it and held her axe.
[You have summoned Bahamut!]
Her tense figure relaxed, with him here, she didn't have much to worry about. Instead, she watched him tear a hole through the world and crawl out of it with his gigantic form, much different from the tiny lizard she initially summoned.
There he stood, amidst the thundering clouds, and the rains that doused the burning cities' embers.
The god Bahamut. A deity straight out of legends, the giant platinum dragon that dwarfed a village, arrived.
A true god.
She sighed in relief, his effect was immediate, the tide in battle that began to shift in the Hollows' favor ceased.
The warriors rushed forward with new zeal.
But why was he here? Was it worth exposing his existence for a test?
Then the words echoed in her head. 'This isn't a'
Shit.
It was glaringly obvious. She almost wanted to smack her head against the floor. Every step of the way, she thought this test was too strange.
Because it wasn't a test.
This was surprisingly embarrassing.
The thought didn't stop the red from creeping up to her ears.
That damned princess knew, she knew who these people were, why else would she summon her wyrm
Damn her, she turned to glare.
The princess who always had a smile on her face looked at the being in marvel, her face stiffening slightly.
Her usual smile was distorted and began to look strange, which made Diana shudder. Her eyes reminded her of Kath and his group who worshiped Ria's wyrm.
"Bahamut." She whispered with a dreamy look on her face.
Her glare softened, and instead the small flame of anger was replaced with disgust.
Diana released her hold on the axe and stepped back.
"Tlaloc has arrived!" A stranger yelled.
"In his primordial form!" Another shouted.
It fell into the void, and now she was confused.
Tlaloc?
She shrugged and focused on using her strength to maintain Bahamut's. They had mistaken Ria's golden wyrm for a god; it wasn't strange for them to mistake an actual god for another.
Diana was glad she was a summoner, sure her body tingled when she defeated an enemy, but there was nothing better than watching someone else fight for you. Especially a fight between divinity.
A saying she heard surfaced in her mind.
When gods fight, mortals suffer.
The actual meaning was very different from actual gods fighting, but what she saw seemed to agree with the saying.
Bahamut dragged the abomination's body into the distance.
Thankfully, as a summoner, she had spells to aid her summon. This is where not being talented comes in. Her lips curved into a frown.
She only managed to learn the perspective spell.
It wasn't her fault.
She cast the spell, and a water ripple formed as she watched him fight from a bird's-eye view.
Each impact of his fist tore a mountain near them. The shockwave could be experienced from where she was.
The wind and dust were reaching her.
He dragged his claws and grabbed a tusk, slamming the pig into the ground, the blow creating a crater. Flames charged up, and the sun above shone brightly, its strength overpowering the clouds hiding it, and he breathed flame into the beast.
It held up its hands to block it, the green skin becoming burnt and black. The hands recovered immediately, and giant spiders fell from the sky.
Bahamut twisted his giant body and ripped them apart with his claws, the spiders fading into nothing like mirages.
The beast summoned a bone spine and tried smacking Bahamut, who caught it with his claws, crushed it before ripping its head off.
It continued to fight, even without its head.
"The front line has fallen!" Someone shouted in dread.
Those words snapped her out of the fight she was watching.
How?
She merely stopped looking for a second.
Her head turned back to the main fight, the front line which had fallen rose once more, and their bodies began to hover.
Green flames began to hug them, their bodies turning into skeletons, and the armor they once wore, fusing with them to become one.
Their skulls lit up in a blue flame, and their eyes became hollow as they started to fight their former friends.
Diana's eyes widened in horror. That's why she didn't see any bodies in the first city. It was weird to see a city in ruin, without any corpses.
They turn when they die. Wouldn't that mean there is a whole other army waiting to ambush?
And as if to confirm her suspicion, another legion began to march on the city from the south.