The Gods were silent, and Hell's gates were wide open. In the days before Gearika was widespread, war was different. It had been nothing but a moment, Father looked and next he saw, Grandmother Ashera was a smiling corpse, painted in dancing flames. Harmony had heard of the tales, the rumors spread through back alleys and side channels. That there was a man in the Talman capital...with a magic so fierce he was kept under lock and key. They say when tragedy happens, a parent is at their scariest when they need to protect their children. Harmony was no different, ripping the boy from his bed and out of the home he was raised in, with a turned shoulder he pushed through the calamitious door. the old creaking door infested by the heat of Ashera's funeral pyre the old enterance simply crumbled to a ruined pile of splinters and metal. Ohma, just a boy of 8 unable to understand what was happening: squirmed and screamed wondering why they had abadnoned grandma, a sentiment that merely led Harmony's strong warrior persona to shatter. the soft wailing sobs of his son as he held him--were like a bolt of fire against his heart. Father lied. a gentle comforting lie that Grandma was sick, and couldn't come with them but will meet back up later. while enough to slake Ohma's worry for the time being--Harmony's face drooped into a stark frown, if Ohma had seen it, he would've pointed and exclaimed that it was the first facial change he'd ever seen on his father's face. yet Ohma was silent save for the occasional whimper or sniffle, his face buried in his father's shoulder. "It's gonna be ok Ohma..." Harmony spoke this time he had lost his luster, and his voice spilled into a horrendous cacophony of tears and whines. "Sudu-Sudu: Kaimon" bellowed a command, and the world obeyed. a rippling roar shook the earth and it splayed open; all the splinters that god didn't want shot out from the deepest pit of the hellish core. all because this man dreamed hard enough to do so. spikes, jagged and uneven, constrcuted of crags all lined at attention; and at the uniformed man's behest they took off in a blur. blood spurted from Harmony's leg, the pain shooting through his body, dropping to his knees, his son falling like a snowflake only to tumble headlong into the ground. his awful wails and cries were all painfully clear, even his own breath was drowned out by all of those tiny cries. Harmony looked at his son, the blood that surrounded him, his precious son's blood... he had failed as a parent. The sorrow left suddenly and in its place there was only a pit, endless and black in the middle of his mind, sucking in light and all rationality. a lesser man would've said fuck it and turned tail and ran. There was only rage, a brutal rage--one that only a father could know. He could see that pit in his mind and the abyss was staring back and giving him full right to use the rage he locked away. Despite his wounds, despite everything telling him to just lay down and hope for a hero: The Old Goat... rose. groaning and shaking, his voice nothing but a blood curdling scream. "I'LL FUCKING KILL YOU!!!" Harmony screamed; his ebon eyes sank into the eyesight of the uniformed soldier. The Old Goat rose, each step a painful, grunt filled labor, yet each step he grew closer. "Suma-Suma: Kigan" Harmony gestured an arm and the uniformed soldier screamed, the arm he used to command his spell had disconectted from his body, crumpling to the ground in a mangled bloody heap. The Solider recoiled, wagging his hand, tears streaming down his face. "P...please. I don't want to become a star scourge." "That's not my problem..." Harmony's ebon eyes, seemed to shine with embers of murderous intent. he raised his hand, and the soldier splayed open, a butterflied display of the innerworkings of the human form, and yet even when he was dead Harmony didn't stop, slicing and slicing apart the body until there was nothing left but tiny crimson cubes. when the rage left, the world faded into view like taking a step away from a painting and finally getting the full picture. Ohma's screams were louder now--he could feel them boom within his chest, The father could only turn and see his son seated on his knees, his head tilted to the sky. "Ohma...?" Harmony called, making a slow approach. black smoke, it rose slowly, and it drifted away like dancing black butterflies, Ohma sniffled, and he stifled a sob trying his best to keep his voice cohrent. finally--head tilted to the sky and with a face full of tears, he screamed. "I DON'T WANNA DIE!!!!" Ohma cried, and collapsed, his small body crumbling in the dirt. His father held the look of a man who had seen everything get ripped away from him, and he silently embraced his son... crying softly. 'Its ok... papa's here. Its ok now." Harmony understood what his son had done, but all that mattered was keeping his son safe, and comforted. "papa... I wanna go home... I wanna hear Grandma's stories." Ohma whined. "You... you remember what Grandma told you...right?" Harmony sniffled, holding his son's face, wiping his tears away. his son nodded against his palm. "Dreams are special... very special." Harmony's lip quivered, and he could see his son's future dash across the rocks as he looked in his eyes. Silently he mourned. "Oh god... my baby boy... my baby." he sobbed, keeping his son close, for he knew one day, he'd outlive his son... and never recognize his corpse. "I'm so sorry Ohma... I'm sorry I couldn't be a better father..."
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