Chynir

"I trust you can follow through on your end, your majesty." Chynir glared at King Luke as he slowly left the room behind after finishing the discussion he had with the king.

"Y-Your majesty! Someone used the dungeon! Someone cleared it!" One of the king's aids came rushing in with an urgent message for the king.

What or who could have passed through that dungeon? He recalled the god mentioning that other gods may be getting involved. The king's face went pale as he caught a glimpse of the god's eyes behind the aid.

"My lord! I can take care of it myself you do not need to-!" King Luke was cut off from finishing.

"I will take a look. You should still send your men out," Chynir paused for a moment. "but I would not rush things unless you want them to get in my way."

Chynir could hear the king collapsing to the floor as the door closed behind him. With every step he took along the hallway the servants would feel suffocated by his overwhelming pressure. Those weak would collapse as soon as he got near. It was not a pressure he cared to control. Watching the mortals cower felt pleasant.

The world warped around him and the surroundings changed as he walked forward. What was once a palace around him quickly became the forest around the dungeon exit.

"So someone was able to make it through that bastard's dungeon? Heh." Chynir spoke to himself as he glanced around the area. He had never gone inside the dungeon but considering how long the thing had been around he knew plenty about it. Unaware of what resided inside of it he still knew that it was difficult for the mortals. Still he'd never taken and interest in that place because it was the so called birth place of the eldest god, Iemis.

"Very well," Chynir's smile was cold and emotionless. His black hair beautifully fluttering in the wind. "If you want to join this game so badly I will let you play."

"But don't blame me for breaking your toys if they get in my way." His hands slowly spread out at his sides as a heavy black fog rose up from the earth.

Taking shape as the fog spread out a pack of wild beasts took form. These were Chynir's loyal faolan wolves. As a cursed species they were smaller then average wolves and viciously fast. Their eyes glowed a blood red as they growled where they stood. The fur on the wolves was rough and a mixture of different shades of brown.

"Track down the ones who were recently here and when you find them," The god paused for a moment as he glanced into the distance. "end them."

Whooosshhhh~

The beasts took off swifter then the eye could follow. Echoes of their distant calling filled the mountain valley. Dust was thrown up into the air as they ran like a gentle fog.

"Lets see how fast you can run. How long can you survive in this game called life?" Chynir's voice whispered in the air as he watched them leave.

It was a night in which the sounds of the wolf beasts crying out resounded like hounds from hell.

Slowly stepping over to the magic circle the group had came out from he glanced it over. The feeling he got from the mana the dungeon was surely crafted by Iemis. Although he could feel something strange about it at the same time. There was the presence of another god's mana flowing into the portal as well.

"Excuse us, but who are you? This area is off limits." A small group of knights that were observing the area had rushed over when they realized something was going on with the dungeon. It was their duty to observe any abnormal changes in the terrain especially during times of war.

The sudden presence of the knights made Chynir's mood worsen. His pressure began to get heavier until the knights all collapsed to their knees while grasping at their throats to breathe. It was dangerous and they could feel fear washing over them.

"I warned him to not let others near me while I was out here." Chynir's voice was cold and firm as his black and red eyes glared down into the eyes of the knights before him.

As they gazed up at him with fear in their eyes it felt like the world was going black. The more they looked at Chynir the more it felt like they were looking at a devil. Black smoke was coming off of his body as they shuddered in fear while watching. Not a single word could be uttered as it felt like all strength had left them.

Thud. Thud. Thud.

The knights fell to the ground motionless as Chynir was suddenly behind them.

Weak.. They were weak just like the rest of them. Chynir thought to himself as he held his right hand out in front of him. There was blood dripping from his hand onto the grass below. It was a heavy scent like iron that made his brow furrow.

Aaaoooo!

"Hmm? They found them already." Chynir could recognize the sounds of the faolan that were out hunting and crying out to alert him that the targets had been found.

It was time for him to see how long Vorbuk's group could hold off against his faolan wolves. He did not like that they were getting in his way repeatedly. The scent of the god Iemis was all over that wolf known as Vorbuk. It made his blood run cold just considering the fact that Iemis would choose yet another mortal to take interest in.

You never change.

That was the conclusion Chynir had when he thought about the fact that Iemis had taken interest in a mortal. No matter how much it angered him that Iemis was intent on getting in his way there was still things about that fellow god that reminded him of the past.

"I should catch up as well." Chynir's eyes seemed tired as he spoke while trying to shake off the distant things he wished not to recall.

As he moved forward into the forest he followed the haunting calls of the faolan up ahead. The cries of the beasts were like homing beacons for him in the night. Leading him towards the direction that he could find Vorbuk and the others.

How many laws for the gods has he broken already?

How many people has he killed with his own hands?

He was already going against the will of the gods by everything he was doing to meddle in the war.

So what if I go against them once more and end these rats right now?

Th-Thump Th-Thump

Chynir's heart raced at the thrill of doing one more then that would anger Iemis further. The thought of destroying something that Iemis found some sort of joy in made him grin. He could feel his adrenaline beginning to rush inside of him. Moving at a quicker pace to catch up to the location of the faolan he filled the picture of a graceful black demon under the moonlight.