The Fell Omen and the Tarnished Trickster

Hey guys I hope you have been enjoying this story a lot honestly. It's been so much fun writing it for you all and honestly it has not only helped me improve my writing but it taught me how to better tell stories for the book I'm actually working on. Because my mc is black and it's the end of Black history Month I'm uploading an extra chapter this week. 

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Venom talking

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[System]

ON TO THE CHAPTER

Oliver's Pov.

It was dawn when I opened a large portal to the Stormhill Shack Site of Grace. Stepping out was Edgar, Gwentan, Arwent and Skullduggery. Behind them a small line of troops totaling 30 marched behind them. Stormveil Castle loomed over the area, a testament to Godrick's reign. 

Our goal today wasn't to take the castle, no it was to attack the entrance in hope of drawing out. Margit. He attacks anyone wanting to go fight Godrick and unless you know the back way into the castle. Many of Tarnished died by his hand due to not knowing he even existed. 

As we made it to the start of the hill leading up to the entrance, the Godrick soldiers that were under Margit were already prepared, their giant ballistas set ready to launch. Interestingly they were already prepared for us, as if someone told them we were on the way.

I raised my hand and with a mix of telekinesis and metal release I quickly destroyed every single ballista. The soldiers quickly began to charge at us, as if they knew that they would lose them quickly.

"Remember," I barked, my voice cutting through the murmurs of my strength, "Edgar, take the archers and stay back. Gwentan and Arwent take the rest of the men to lead the attack. Skullduggery you're with me, I want us to confront Margit first." I said as I began my run to meet the soldiers. Skullduggery right behind me.

Beneath the pale light of dawn, we surged uphill towards Stormveil's gates. Edgar's archers unleashed a torrent of flaming arrows, painting the sky with streaks of fire and forcing Godrick's soldiers into disarray.

Skullduggery, a whirlwind of bone and magic, erupted into the fray. His skeletal fingers crackled with fire, each gesture a spell unleashed, burning all who touched. Gwentan and Arwent moved as one, their blades a symphony of strikes and parries, leaving a trail of disoriented soldiers in their wake.

Duck! Venom hissed, and I dropped, a soldier's axe whistling inches above my head. 

I listened to him. I quickly spun, grabbing the soldier with a tentacle before launching him into a group of soldiers knocking them all down."We make a good team," I panted, adrenaline surging through my veins.

The best, Venom purred, his voice a dark echo in my mind.

The battle intensified as more soldiers came from the entrance. I deflected blows with magnetic release, I disarmed opponents with a thought,allowing them to be easy prey for my soldiers.

I began to gather energy as my hands started to glow with an eerie purple light. With a guttural roar, I slammed my palms together. A metallic clang of armor filled the air as nearby soldiers crumpled, the army on their bodies crushing them. Blood seeping out of crushed bodies.

"Hmm, I'm going to call that MAGNETIC CRUSH!", I said out loud.

Venom chuckled darkly, "Oh how about Magnetic grip"

"Magnetic grip oh, I like that name better" I replied. Grabbing my chin to think,

A gunshot rang out close to me, as a body to my side fell to the ground."While naming your skills is fun, doing it in the middle battle is Bad" Skulduggery scolded me as I began to refocus on the battle.

A soldier, his eyes wide with terror, charged towards me, his sword raised high. I just stood still as the sword came closer before the blade got stopped in mid-air. A humanoid looking like wukong materialized from thin air, intercepting the blow before throwing a kick. The soldiers' armor got crushed by the kick and went flying due to the strength of my Stand, Stone Monkey.

Showoff, Venom chuckled, but I knew he was enjoying the spectacle.

After what felt like hours when the battle so far had only been minutes a shadow fell over the battlefield. I stopped fighting as I looked up to the entrance and got excited. Finally, Margit, the Fell Omen, strode through the chaos, his staff glowing with an otherworldly light. His eyes, cold and pitiless, swept over the battlefield.

"Tarnished," his voice boomed, a chilling rumble that stilled the air. "Your taint of the Golden Order ends here. I'll end you and your silly little rebellion."

Skullduggery met his gaze, his skeletal grin unwavering, his loud. "Rebellion? Nah we are just doing this to annoy you" the words echo across the field.

"Fools," he sneered, his voice dripping with disdain. "You dare challenge the Golden Order?"

I merely chuckled. "Golden Order? They've been disappointingly absent lately. It's time for a new order to give way, don't ya think" 

With a flick of my wrist, a telekinetic push streaked towards Margit, who deflected it effortlessly with his staff. In his right hand a golden sword appeared. The battlefield restarted and erupted in a whirlwind of motion. Margit quickly as he rushed towards me.

Skullduggery reaching Margit first ducked under the sword swipe before aiming his gun and shooting at Margit's chest. Margit dodged out of the way of the shot before summoning a giant hammer from his staff and slamming it down where Skullduggery was. Skullduggery jumped out of the way of the take, before getting hit by a light dagger Margit threw. 

Seeing Skullduggery getting hit out of the air by the dagger, I came in to try and attack Margit. Margit quickly rushed me faster than what I could see.

Left! Venom hissed, and I twisted, narrowly avoiding Margit's sword as it slammed into the ground, sending tremors through the earth.

I lunged, my fist aimed at Margit's exposed flank. But with a speed that defied his size, Margit spun, his sword a blur as it blocked my attack. A shockwave of force rippled through me, sending me stumbling back.

"You're fast," I grunted, as I summoned Venom gloves to my hand. Finally decided to get serious as I glanced around the battlefield.

The battle has mostly died down with very few of Margit's soldiers left alive. The tide of battle was in our favor due to Edgar's archers, and the training he put all the soldiers through with Nicole. I could sense all the metal weapons and armors on the ground which gave me a good idea to attack Margit.

With a roar that echoed through the entire battlefield, I used Magnetic Release once more. The ground trembled as the metal from the soldiers' armor and weapons began to swarm around me. The metal was twisting and contorting it into multiple sharp spears as I began to take aim at Margit.

"Taste the wrath of the Tranished you fucker!" I bellowed, my voice laced with righteous fury.

Margit, momentarily distracted by the display of power, found himself facing a barrage of attacks. Slamming his sword on the ground he summoned a golden shield that blocked the pieces of metal flying at him.

Skullduggery finally back in the fight used the chance to try and trap Margit in an earth wall. He pressed both of his gloved hands into the ground as walls began to form around Margit. Margit, with a burst of golden light, shattered Skullduggery's earth wall. The large force pushed both Skullduggery and I back, also causing me to drop the metal spears.

Margit, his golden aura shimmering, advanced with the relentless fury attacks. His sword, full of golden light, was moving fast as both Skullduggery and I went on the defense doing everything we could to not get hit by his sword.

Skullduggery used his earth magic to block an attack he couldn't dodge. The wall threw Margit off balance as his sword was stuck in the middle of the wall. I used this as time to surround Margit with the metal spears.

Margit with a loud roar slammed his staff on the ground. Summoning a giant golden doom that blew back the metal spears, while also shattering the wall freeing his sword. 

Quickly using the confusion Margit hit Skullduggery with a golden hammer he summoned from his staff. Skullduggery, caught off guard, was sent sprawling, his skeletal frame cracking under the onslaught.

After Skullduggery went flying, Margit lunged at me with his sword. I raised my hands, trying to use Magnetic release to hold his sword in place. Margit was stronger than me, and ended up cutting through my powers. 

My left arm, raised in defense, was severed at the forearm by the sword.Pain exploded through my body as I crashed to the ground. My vision blurred, my ears ringing. I struggled to rise, my body screaming in protest.

Oliver! Venom's voice, laced with concern, echoed in my mind. Are you alright?

I gritted my teeth, forcing myself to focus. Through the haze of pain, I saw my left arm, severed clean off at the elbow, lay on the blood-soaked ground, a stark reminder of Margit's power.

"No…" I gasped, my voice barely a whisper.

Margit loomed over me, his sword raised high, ready to deliver the final blow. "Your defiance ends here, Tarnished," he boomed, his voice a death knell.

With a defiant roar, I reached deep within myself, tapping into a wellspring of power I had never known existed. The world seemed to slow down, every detail etched in stark clarity. I could feel Venom's rage, a burning inferno within me, fueling my resolve.

Margit's sword descended,in my eyes slowly.

With a guttural cry, I channeled my remaining strength into my legs, rolling away from the killing blow just as Margit's sword slammed into the ground where my head had been a moment before. The impact sent tremors through the earth, but I was already moving, scrambling back with a desperate urgency.

Pain lanced through my body with every movement, the loss of my arm a constant, agonizing reminder of my vulnerability. But I couldn't give up. Not now. Not when we were so close.

Focus, Oliver! Venom's voice was a whip crack in my mind, cutting through the haze of pain and panic. He's not finished with us yet.

I met Margit's gaze, my own burning with defiance. Even with one arm, I would not yield.

Margit, sensing my defiance, let out a guttural growl. "Stubborn to the end, aren't you, Tarnished?" He raised his sword once more, the golden light intensifying, a promise of imminent destruction.

But then, a blur of motion. Skullduggery, having recovered from Margit's earlier attack, reappeared, his hand outstretched. A wave of emerald energy surged forth, slamming into Margit's chest and sending him stumbling back.

I took a ragged breath, my body trembling with exertion and pain. "You underestimate us, Margit," I spat, blood staining my lips. "You a coward only lived in the sewer and still thinks mommy loves him" Margit eyes narrowed with anger. 

My remaining hand clenched into a fist, the purple glow of my Magnetic Release pulsing with renewed intensity. The very air around me seemed to crackle with energy, a testament to my unwavering will. Adrenaline and defiance surged through me, a potent cocktail that dulled the pain. 

I met Margit's renewed charge with a snarl, my remaining hand glowing with magnetic energy. With a roar, I slammed my palm into the ground, the earth itself responding to my command. Margit stumbled, his footing momentarily lost, and I seized the opportunity.

My telekinetic power surged, a whirlwind of invisible force that lifted me into the air, propelling me towards the Fell Omen. Margit, his golden aura flickering, recovered his balance and swung his sword with a speed that belied his size.

I twisted, narrowly avoiding the blow, the wind from the sword's passage whipping my hair. With a grunt of effort, I channeled my magnetic power, the air around me crackling with energy. A nearby sword, torn from a fallen soldier's grasp, hurtled towards Margit, a metallic projectile aimed at his exposed side.

Margit deflected the blade with a flick of his sword but the distraction was enough. I slammed into him with the force, my telekinetic power amplifying my momentum. We tumbled to the ground, a tangle of limbs and golden light.

Margit snarled, his breath hot against my face. "You're a persistent one," he growled, his voice laced with grudging respect.

I grinned, blood and sweat mingling on my face. "I learned from the best," I retorted, my voice strained but unwavering.

Our struggle continued, a desperate dance of power and defiance. Margit, despite his strength and divine blessing, was clearly surprised by my resilience. His attacks, while still powerful, were less assured, his movements less fluid.

Margit roared in frustration, his golden aura flaring as he unleashed a wave of holy energy that sent me sprawling once more. Pain lanced through my chest, my vision swimming. I struggled to breathe, the taste of blood thick in my mouth.

Oliver, get up! Venom's voice was a desperate plea, echoing through the haze of pain.

Through sheer force of will, I pushed myself up, my remaining hand digging into the dirt for purchase. My breath came in ragged gasps, my body a symphony of agony. But my eyes remained locked on Margit, my defiance unwavering.

And in that moment, I saw it. An opening.

With a guttural cry, I summoned the last vestiges of my strength. My Magnetic Release flared, the air around me thrumming with barely contained power. The metallic debris scattered across the battlefield – remnants of my earlier attacks – trembled, responding to my call.

Margit, sensing the danger, raised his sword, a protective ward of golden light forming around him.

With a roar that was more animal than human, I unleashed my power. The metallic shards, a deadly storm of razor-sharp edges, surged towards Margit, their trajectory guided by my unwavering will.

The Fell Omen's ward shimmered, holding for a moment, then shattered under the onslaught. The metallic shards, a whirlwind of vengeance, tore through his defenses, biting into his flesh.

Margit cried out, his golden aura flickering wildly. He staggered back, his sword dropping from his grasp. I didn't hesitate. With a final surge of telekinetic power, I launched myself forward, my remaining fist glowing with an intense blue light.

Time seemed to slow as I closed the distance. Margit's eyes, wide with shock and pain, met mine. And then, my fist connected. The impact was explosive. A wave of force rippled outward, shattering the stone beneath our feet. Margit's golden aura dissipated, his body slumping lifelessly to the ground.

Silence descended upon the battlefield. The only sound was the labored rasp of my breath and the distant cries of the wounded. We had done it.We had won.

As the dust settled and the echoes of battle faded, a wave of exhaustion washed over me. My legs trembled, threatening to give way beneath me. The adrenaline that had fueled my defiance was waning, leaving behind a raw ache that throbbed in time with my heartbeat.

My remaining hand instinctively went to my severed arm, the phantom sensation of its presence a stark reminder of my loss. A wave of nausea surged through me, and I swayed, my vision darkening at the edges.

Easy, Oliver, Venom's voice was a soothing balm against the agony. We did it. We won.

Skullduggery, his skeletal grin softened by a touch of sadness, placed a bony hand on my shoulder. "Well fought, Oliver," he said, his voice gentle. "You've earned your victory."

I looked at them, my heart swelling with gratitude and a bittersweet ache. These were the people who had stood by my side, who had believed in my vision, who had fought and bled for a future they might never see.

"We did it," I croaked, my voice rough. 

A cheer erupted from the assembled soldiers, a ragged but triumphant sound that echoed through the ravaged courtyard. But amidst the celebration, I couldn't shake the feeling of unease. Like I was being watched by someone. 

As the initial wave of victory subsided, the grim reality of our situation began to seep in. The battlefield was a tableau of death and destruction, the stench of blood heavy in the air. The cheers of my troops were tinged with sorrow and exhaustion, their faces etched with the grim toll of battle.

Edgar, his face a mask of grief and determination, stepped forward. "What are your orders, sir?"

I took a deep breath, summoning the last vestiges of my strength. "We tend to the wounded," I said, my voice firmer now.