The Holy Blade

A boy, no older than 15, came forward. He was blonde, of average height, and was wearing completely white clothes and armor. He was wearing a sheathed sword at his waist. He pulled the sword out and raised it towards the sky.

The sword summoned a pillar of light, making it seem as the day had come back, and then he spoke: "You poor soul... I am the one praised by the gods. You have no power." He then turned behind and shouted at his men: "Go! Forward! You are Blessed By The God Of Light."

The soldiers behind all raised their weapons, be it sword, spear, or anything else. Their weapons started glowing and they all charged forward. They were confident. They were following The Hero. There was no way they could lose.

Khas was not surprised, nor scared. He was smiling. His eyes were dead, his skin was pale. He was tall, wearing black clothes, with dark red armor covering his chest and partially his limbs. Over all of that, he was wearing a dark, ragged, robe. He looked toward the sky and started laughing. He had finally found a worthy opponent of challenging after his hundreds of thousands of turns of life.

"You are Praised by the gods. Hero, no... Holy Blade of the Light, I am Feared by the same "Gods" that praise you. Retreat. Otherwise, I will butcher your army and maybe teach you a lesson about the thing that keeps me going." Said Khas as he slowly transformed. The robe on him fell off, the armor disappeared and he was gathering dark energy around him. As the energy concentrated, a mask appeared on his face. The mask covered the lower part of the face. It represented the mouth of a beast with lots of fangs. The mask would even act as a mouth and open slightly when he talked or laughed. His hair grew longer, turned white, and his eyes became demonic, Burning red. The energy on the rest of his body covered him like a black armor made of segments, with red veins pulsing with blood. He raised his hand and shouted: "Behold my finest work of art: The Abyss"

In Khas' hand, a scythe with a three-meter handle and a blade one meter long appeared. From the place where the handle and the blade connected, black ribbons were hanging down. The blade itself was decorated with intricate and downright weird designs. the handle had a sharp point at the opposite side of the blade. Khas infused some energy into the weapon. He then looked toward Ash and, made sure the circle in her eye was functional then he started.

...

To others, it was a flash. To the hero, it was a second. To Ash, it was hundreds of years in which all became black and white, as she was stuck looking at the fight. Khas had left a note for her before he left. She read it right before the battle. 'That eye I gave you, will allow you to tap in and use your true power. That's what he meant.'

In those hundreds of years that passed, Ash saw Khas attacking thousands of times. Thousands of times... every second. It was horrifying. He was a monster. But Ash was not scared. She was impressed... So she kept watching.

...

Khas saw everything happening slowly around him. He was using his scythe like this to warm himself up. He had high expectations of the enemy. Each slash meant little to him, but the enemy was shattered. Each slash distorted the space and created rifts that quickly closed. To a human, even if Khas was holding all of his power back, to avoid killing, the rift would do the job. After he got bored of slashing randomly he stopped and looked at the hero from behind him. "Still wanna fight? Nah, scratch that. I'm not giving you a choice."

Khas leaped at the hero and started slashing. The hero was clad in an armor of light. His sword was full of seals and enchantments to aid him. The hero put his offhand forward and a shield protected him from Khas' first strike.

"As I have said, Void, I am fated to be stronger than the gods. I was trained in The Havens before stepping down as a mortal. While you were discarded and sent to hell." After he was done boasting, the hero struck Khas multiple times, with his sword and shield. Without stopping. He was Invincible. He was Immortal. He was... Upside down...

"Get turned!" shouted Khas while laughing. Although Khas just threatened one of the strongest mortals known in this Turn, he was laughing with a shit-eating grin, displaying his ego. And that he is an asshole. "You see, holy blade, you little child are not praised for might, nor speed, nor intellect. You are entertainment. Can you see it? You are blessed. I am cursed. You are a mortal soul in the shell of a god. I am an immortal soul with the mind of a mortal. We are not of this world or any other."

After Khas finished his speech, he realized the hero before he didn't attack. 'At least his honor is the same as advertised' he thought to himself. He then raised his scythe, and let go of it, making it disappear. "Come! Let me teach you! Hero, this world was made for you to travel. And for me to manage. So, if you want complete freedom, prevent the apocalypse in 3 years and I will not interfere with you." Khas was slowly returning to normal, keeping only his mask. As the armor became steel, not void, his clothes were visible again, and a dark cloak, grew from darkness covering his neck and everything below. Khas stepped forward, his mask face changing to a simple white one covering his whole face, with two eyeholes, each having cracks propagating from them. The cracks on the mask were parallel. On the left side, the cracks were going up, having darkness leaking from them. On the right side were the same, but they were going down. Khas closed his eyes and raised his hands as if he was waiting for his fate.