Chaoris B Rank Exam

It was strange having a mind so...clear. The ascension that had taken place as the events at Hargeon Town had ended left him in his same body, but with new powers. No longer did he hear voices of those that no longer existed. No longer could he smell the blood of beings that had not shed blood. No, now he could hear the true voices of his followers, taste and smell the blood they shed in his name. Yes they could be cut out at any time, simply willing it away so he could focus on the task at hand, but he chose not to unless he really needed to focus on the task at hand. Though there were some drawbacks to it as well. People actually feared his blood magic when it was used. Not because there was no magical power in it's usage, even though it was a factor, but because of how brutal the abilities he used were. He used his blood fully for the attacks, and was able to alter the power of his body for any situation; whether strength or speed.

With his new power came other problems; he wished to find a land or area for himself to reside in. a place for people to come to HIM when they wished to. The search had proven  fruitless as of yet. Those that worshiped him were attempting to help in the search, but he wanted a place he himself did not have to slay every non-believer in to claim it as his own. No, he would let someone do so in his name, it would feel more like a home if it was done that way. Maybe Sharp would do so one day. Sharp, that was someone he had not seen in a long while. The tall being fingered the celestial key that would bring her to him on a whim, but he did not wish to call her just to talk. No, that was not how he was. He would summon her when there was a worthy fight. Even though he missed the mere presence of her at the moment he refused to fall for the lure of emotion over that of his own godhood and his worship he received. Some would call it sheer stubbornness, others would find no issue with it. Neither mattered to him, as he had better things to do right now.

There was word of a child prodigy circulating the planet of Earthland, stories of a kid that was possible stronger than both of his parents combined. These stories and tales, whether simply fables or actual truth, had brought the man into action with one intention; to bring the child under his influence and see him one day become a champion in his name! That was what had brought him to the city of Rose Garden, a city of fun for those that went there. Shopping, magically laced food and drink, lacrima crystal lamp posts. The city went all out to make itself a place for people all over the world to make sure they saw it at least once in their lifetime. It was sickening. There was laughter, playing, everything was peaceful here. There was no fighting, there was no war, not in the open at least. Pitiful all of it, these cowards would never last a single day on the battlefield; not even the mages mixed amongst them. One day he would come through here, or a group of worshipers would declare a war on the town, and it would see just what the God of Blood demanded of them. Today he would not be doing so, he needed to remain focused. What good was a god if he could not do a single task on his own.

”Now, the child. His parents were supposed to be heading to a playground for the child today.” The large man, fully armored and bearing his two powerful weapons of death, began to walk in the direction that the park was to be in. As he made it that way he learned that the 'park' was not one of trees, structures made for playing on, and running around. Instead it was one of magically charged structures that moved quickly, spinning objects one sat inside of as they spun in another circle at the same time, and people eating snacks while moving against the rest of the crowd. His voice came through in an oddly distorted tone, the armor's full mask magically infused to allow one to speak through it, that made his deep, gravelly, voice come through sounding like the raspy voice of Death calling to those that heard it. ”They are here, I feel it.” A older couple that was walking passed him shuddered at the words of his voice, speeding up to get away from the unknown individual that had said the words as they went passed him. They were of no concern though, he had nothing against the elderly whatsoever and was not here to do battle with them.

The God's eyes would scan the area until he felt the power of one child draw his attention. The child radiated an aura of magic that felt as powerful as some of the higher ranked mages he had killed in his time on Earthland; this was him. The kid seemed to be calm and collected as the couple, who were assumed to be his parents as well as high ranking mages themselves, were leading him happily to some more rides as they make happy noises to try and keep the kid from being bored.

”But mom, dad, I want to just go home and practice some more! It is WAY more fun than any of this!”

”Come on Cairn! You need to find something else to have fun with! You can't just focus on practicing magic and fighting all the time! That is no way for our son to grow up!” This was his mother speaking, the woman sounding concerned about it all as her father just looked worriedly at his wife.

It was almost tragic, this scene. A child wished for battle, to use his powers to fight, and a mother and father wished to repress his urges to fight just so that they could see him live a different life than what was desired by him. What terrible parents, but not for the reasons most would think. Chaoris cared not for what the child's emotions and feelings on his hobbies. The massive god simply wanted to imprint upon him the teachings of his ways. The man would begin to walk towards them, his magic not suppressed in the least as he began to move towards the trio. The couple sensed him at the same time as they saw him moving and spun around, pushing their son behind them in a instant reaction of protection that was nice to see before the man would speak up.

”You son wishes for nothing more than to grow more powerful. To fight in battles is his drive. Give him to me and I will teach him my ways. The ways of Chaoris Orneis.” His words would cause them to take a step back in surprise as they heard his name at the end. They would speak to each other quietly, just enough to make it impossible to make out most of it, but the name 'Chorne' would come up as well his full name.

”So Chaoris Orneis, then that means the cult that worships you uses a mash up of your name for your god name. Interesting, but we will not have out child worshiping a man that claims to be a god. You're nothing more than a cult leader, and we refuse to let our son fall into your hands!” The couple would get into battle stances, as both were powerful mages that took no effort in physical training, and seemed to begin focusing on him as their magic flared up. He had not researched on them beforehand, it did not matter, and the tall man simply laughed deeply before pushing the sharp handle of Blood Fang into his palm so that the weapon could form into a dagger even as he brought up The Bloody Lance up. The two looked confused as he did so. They knew he was a mage, but he held two weapons that would involve physical combat? That confusion would be their downfall this day. The man would fire off a single bullet from the Lance, the round flying for the woman's head even as the husband went to stop it. It was a worthy sacrifice if one were to really care about that part of the situation. As the echoes of the bullet began a panic inside the park, people beginning to run around screaming as they ran over each other in cowardice from the sounds of battle, the man would fall to his knees as the bullet that had lodged in his shoulder exploded inside of him. Blood could come out of his mouth as he coughed a few time before speaking up.

”M-monster...fiend...you are nothing more than a coward for such an atte~” The mythical weapon known as Blood Fang would fly forth, the Blood God's manipulation in full user, to strike into the man's heart even as he tried to speak heretical words that meant nothing to him.

”Your words are meaningless. You two are cowards and heretics that deserve to die.” This would be said as his weapon returned into his hand, the man looking to the woman that was on her knees in tears as she wept for her dead husband. ”Now you! Stand up and fight! Lest ye be slain as a coward as well! Show that you were worth the sacrifice he made to save your life! Show me why YOU should be allowed to tell this child why he should do what you want, and nothing else!”

The woman's scream of rage would be heard from all around as she began using her magic to its full effect. She would conjure blades of light, grow pegasus wings, and what seemed to be small lights falling from the sky would come flying at Chaoris as she began to charge. What the poor women did not realize was that the shots he fired were much weaker than anything he would do once actually in physical combat with another. The man would let the lights strike at him, the magic piercing straight through and just making him feel more powerful as he began to bleed from the wounds. An evil laugh would leave his mouth as his Bloody Lance met the daggers she was swinging down at him, the chainsaw on it activating so that he easily cleaved through them as if they were nothing but butter on a hot day.

A cry of surprise would hit her voice before she growled even louder, her broken daggers suddenly turning into swords that would swipe at him. It was then that his armor would show what it was really worth. The slashes dealt against him would cause cut marks to show up on the same place on her body, her cry of pain showing how unexpected it was, as he made his move at the same time. The Bloody Fang would suddenly grow to enormous size as he swung it up towards her stomach, the dagger becoming a greatsword in an instant, even as he stepped forward with the attack. Suddenly impaled, the woman would gurgle as her own blood fed the sword and his power before her eyes would close in death. The body of the deceased would fall as he released the flood flow into the sword, the blade of magic infused blood coming back into his body as it was his blood, before he would turn to face where the kid had stood and watched the entire time.

The tall man would walk towards what appeared to be the five or six year old boy that stared at him with what appeared to be hatred. Not fear, not disgust, just a look that said “I wish to kill you.” The man would calmly look at him, his wounds still bleeding even as he slowly healed, before finally speaking in a matter of fact tone that would leave no questions in what he was trying to say to the child.

”Cairn, I know your anger. You wish to kill me for what I have done to your parents. But what you wish is impossible, I am far too strong for you to even attempt to do so. You are stronger than both of them ever would have been, and I can teach you how to surpass them. Follow me and you will become one of my champions, your hate of me matters not. You may try to kill me every step of the way, but you will still kill.” The man spoke, and the child listened. Cairn’s hate was so great that a chance to kill the god one day was all he had to hear before stepping forward quietly.

A nod would be all he made to the child before he began to turn around, walking out of the park as if nothing had happened there just now. Cairn would follow close behind, eyes boring into the back of the armored beast even as they walked. The boys hate would spawn greatness. A lust for revenge would spur a want to better himself in combat. This was good, for Chaoris Orneis was a god. No man could simply kill him, and this boy would learn that soon enough. Once that lesson was learned he would become almost as good a champion as Sharp had done. Though it would be years before that would happen, the man would take pride in the training of this child to one day slay an army on his own. To yell his name in battle even as he collected the skulls of his enemies to lay down at Chaoris's feet; for the bettering of the throne of skulls that he sat upon. Yes, today had been a good day. The future was a bright one for the followers of Chaoris, and his ways would continue to grow. Those that had seen him in the park would report it, those that had seen the fight would do the same. Some would have even heard his name, and gossip would spread about the man that had killed two powerful mages as if they were fodder for the animals before talking to the child before the two simply walked away. He had not kidnapped him, the boy had walked away with him without a single word of protest. Only time would tell how far the talk would go, but word of his power was spreading; and that word would bring forth worship; and with worship there would be an even greater increase in power.