The ancient gods

Jack woke up lying in his bed, it was like he was having hangover.

His head was aching, but unlike when you wake up after drinking in the morning, he had a weird sense of acomplishment.

Then he slowly remembered what he did last night and a sadistic smile rose on his face, but remembering it wasn't the same as actually doing it so it wasn't that thrilling to Jack.

Jack got up from his bed feeling very light, and then he realised it. He killed lots of people but didn't look at his stats yet.

[Statistics:]

[strenght: 31,6]

[agility: 32,1]

[endurance: 31]

[inteligence: 28,2]

[charisma: 0]

[Skills:]

[Absorbtion]

[Mental pain nullification max]

[sociopath lv.7]

[killer instinct lv.1]

[Titles:]

[Naporian butcher]

"That's actually fucking crazy! What does this new skill do?"

[Killer instinct:]

[Let's you feel the presence of anything you would enjoy killing within a 3 meter radius]

"Oh and what's this? I have a title? Why didn't i see any titles here before?"

"Probably because you didn't have any"

"I guess you're right."

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It was awfully quiet in the town Cynrad arived at, but it was not that weird considering the things that have been happening here as of the last few days.

Well but it was the reason Cynrad was here, he was the hero after all, but unlike the other 4 heroes who were fighting on the frontline he was send here to catch that powerfull demon running loose.

But there was a problem, how the hell was he supposed to find this demon, he was no detective and even if he was he had no clue.

After a bit of panicking inside his mind Cynrad desided that it would probably be good idea to ask the local detective and guards about this demon.

When he arrived it took him a little while until he could find the detective amidst the chaos, which was created by yesterday's incident, but in the end he found him. The detective was a smart looking man with glasses, white blond hair and a black coat, but most importantly he was an elf, which was pretty unusual.

"Excuse me detective can we talk for a second, i need some information."

"I don't have time right now go find some work!" Shouted the detective angrily and exhaustedly before turning around to see not a normal guard but the fifth hero Cynrad.

When the detective notticed this he quickly got on one knee.

"I-I'am sorry sir hero, I didn't mean to offend you."

"It's okay just give me the information i want."

"And what information would that be?"

"Where is that demon, and what do you know about him."

"As of now we are not certain where the demon is, and we don't know much about him, but from what we know he is physically many times stronger than any normal human or a demon, and we have yet to see him use any magic."

"That's a weird demon, don't they usually use mainly magic?"

"That is true however he has black horns which means that he is only able to use shadow and strenghtening magic and until now he has never used any of them, even when he was escaping from almost half of the guards in this city."

"I see. Anything else?"

"That's all we know as of now"

"Do you know from where is he operating, he has to sleep somewhere right?"

"We know his hideout has to be somewhere in the slums, but because of how big the slums are we haven't found any more clues."

"Then why didn't you try to follow him?"

"We would've send someone to track him, but last time he had hostages and all the other times the guards were too late."

"I see. Well if that's all I'am going to be on my way."

"Goodbye, sir Hero." Said the detective with a bow, before quickly turning back to his subordinates to help with the chaos.

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*Few days later*

"I guess your Father will be done with the work by now, don't you think?" Said Jack after he jumped back down from his usual stealing spree.

The girl couldn't answer with anything but muffled words.

"Yeah you're right, let's go check him out tonight!" Said Jack with a disturbing happy smile, even thought he didn't understand a single word from her.

"But it's just too bad i will have to change hideouts because you saw it."

*Another muffled words*

"No i don't plan to kill you... yet. You see iam an honest man, as long as your father honors his part of the deal, i will let you live until i killl everyone else."

*Muffled words, probably insults*

"Yeah yeah now be quiet, i want to sleep."

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*midnight*

Jack kicked open the blackmith doors with such force the doors shattered to pieces.

"Heeeeey! Balrooooooooog! I honored my part where's my weapon?"

To Jack's surprise Balrog was there already waiting with a beautifull, full-black scythe.

"Seems like you did good now give me the weapon and i will release your daughter."

Balrog threw the scythe on the ground as if saying "Take it, i want to have nothing to do with you."

"Glad doing business with you, Balrog." Said Jack before he bent to pick up his new scythe.

But just as he touched the scythe he suddenly felt this sharp pain in his back, and then in his chest.

It was a sword, a long sword was poking out of his chest.

"Balrog, you basta..." Jack couldn't finish his sentence before the fifth hero, cynrad pulled his sword out.

As Jack was slowly bleeding out on the floor, he felt such unimaginable hatred, such unimaginable angre it seeped out of his body even as he was bleeding out.

"You, the one who stabbed me, make sure I'am dead, because if i get one more chance, if i get ressurected once more, i promise you, everyone will die. You your family, Balrog, his daughter very person in this city in this kingdom, all will die!"

"Yeah... sure." Said the fifth hero as he stabed Jack in the heart.

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Blacknes, again, but this time it was somehow different.

"Welcome, the hatefull one."

"Wha- who are you, why can i speak here when I'am dead, why can't i see you?"

"I'am the god of chaos, war and destruction."

"And why are you speaking to me?"

"You impressed me. Even when you were dying you emitated such strong hatred it reached even me."

"What do you want from me?"

"Do you know of the demon lords?"

"Yes, why do they matter?"

"You see, when this world was created, i was betrayed and didn't get any word in how the world is going to look like, or work or anything else. This of course greatly angered me, why were the other gods shuning me from my right! And because of that the world ended up peacefull and boring. So I with my powers created monsters, which were wild beasts who attacked anything on sight. But it was still not enough, still too boring. So i created the demon lords, more precisely the demon lord of lust, the demon lord of greed and the demon lord of lies along with the demon race. But before i could make them corrupted or make more of the demon lords the other gods sealed me away here, in the abys."

"And what does that have to do with me?"

"I realized this world is not worth saving anymore, and it deserves destruction, but with my powers i sealed away here i couldn't do it, so i will make someone do it for me."

"Me? Why not somebody else, i guess you've been here for a long time, you could've chosen anyone else."

"We are in the abyss, the only thing i can interact with are the souls of the dead, but none of the dead souls were hatefull enough to fulfill my wish, until i met your soul."

"And what's in it for me?"

"We have the same goal, i will revive and give you the little power i have left, and you will fulfill our wish, the death and destruction of everything, as you will become the demon lord of hatred. And before you say something, yes it's gonna hurt like hell."

"That doesn't matter, just revive me already so i can kill that fucker that stabbed me!"

"That's the spirit, well then farewells, last demon lord."