Asmo_666

"Auronis, the God of Justice, was betrayed by the gods and slain. Before his death, he swore to be reborn and take revenge. Thousands of years later, Hitoshi carries his soul… and the curse of his vengeance. The gods are awakening. The relics must be found. And justice will be served—no matter the cost."
Can a boy control the power of a god before it consumes him?

The Cursed Soul

I don't know how much time has passed since that day—the day I locked myself in my room. Shen leaves food by the door, trying to coax me out, her voice laced with worry. But I can't. I won't.

I'm afraid to face the world after what I've done. After killing Musashi.

The only person who ever cared for me, who raised me like his own child, is dead by my hands. I don't deserve to live. If there is any justice in this world, then I should die, too.

A heavy darkness swallowed me whole. Maybe I fell asleep. Maybe I finally got what I wished for.

But when I opened my eyes, I was no longer in my room.

Everything around me was pure white—an empty, endless void, save for a single door in the distance.

My breath caught in my throat. "Where… am I?" My voice echoed into the emptiness. "Is anyone here?"

I turned toward the door, my footsteps the only sound in this void—until a voice shattered the stillness.

That voice. It couldn't be. It was impossible.

My thoughts spiraled in panic, my heartbeat pounding in my ears. I killed him. I know I did. I saw him die.

Yet, somehow, I found the courage to turn around. And there he was.

Tears burned my eyes as I stared at him, my lips trembling. "Musashi… you're alive!"

I broke. The weight of my grief, my guilt, my longing—it all came crashing down at once. I ran to him, sobbing like a child, and threw myself into his arms.

"Whoa, don't kill me again, Hitoshi," he joked, but I only held him tighter, terrified that if I let go, he would disappear.

After a while, he gently pulled away, his expression soft yet serious.

"Listen, Hitoshi. It's not your fault. You didn't kill me, so stop blaming yourself."

"You didn't kill me," he said firmly. "It was your power. A power that is both a blessing and a curse."

My power? Confusion swirled in my mind. "What do you mean? What power? How do you know about it?"

"Because, Hitoshi… it's time you learned the truth about who you really are."

He paused, his next words hitting me like a thunderclap.

"You are a cursed child—a Fragment of the God of Justice."

God of Justice?