Slayer clear 1

"Halt, mortal"

Ray broke out of his reverie to look at the source of the voice, the voice that had startled him while he was walking aimlessly through the woods near his family property. His eyes darted towards each possible direction the voice could come from, however, even his trained eyes could see nothing out of the ordinary. He'd walked this path a million times, and he'd managed to learn every single thing about this path, from the way the shrubbery looked, to the seasonal amount of berries that would grow on the third juniper tree on the right. However, he still couldn't find the source of this voice, even though it had emanated from somewhere around. Wait. emanated, thought Ray, his mind starting to work on this possible explanation. And then there was the choice of words this speaker had chosen. Mortal, spoken as if the speaker had the gift of immortality himself. Deciding to test whether or not his theory was correct, Ray stepped forward nonchalantly, as if he hadn't heard the speaker at all. Soon enough, and to prove his theory, Ray heard the voice, a dark, raspy voice, resonate in his skull.

"I have the power that you need, to turn the tables on those who have kept you down. I can see your need for power, and your need to bolster your pride. Turn around, and take this chance to be so strong, that even the gods will fear you."

Ray's ears perked up. The person, or thing, had struck a chord when it spoke about the power that Ray craved. Ray smirked, before turning around, and immediately stepping back, his eyes wider than normal, as he found himself face to face with a tall, hulking, being, one which wore features with a strong resemblance to angels and gods. The being definitely had masculine features, and had long hair which were let loose around it's shoulders. Ray could see every single striation on that being's musculature, and he noticed the aura of pure power that had formed around this being. The being was definitely taller than Ray, and wore armor on the lower of it's body, and had weird tattoo marks throughout it's torso. Ray took a deep breath, as his face returned to it's usual, stoic expression, and spoke, his words loud and clear. "You have my attention. Tell me. Give me this power."

The being merely smiled, and decided to speak, it's raspy voice scratching at Ray's eardrums. "I am Vinorak, the God of Greed, Deceit, and Weaknesses. The power you seek is an ancient form of magic, lost to the populace. It is one of the strongest magics to have ever existed, and is a danger to anyone caught in it's radius. I will teach you how to slay the Gods, if you let me.", said Vinorak, trying to gauge Ray's reply. Ray's reply was simple, and curt.  "I could not careless as to who or what you are. Give me the power. I only care about the power", said Ray, and before he could react, Vinorak had placed a hand on his head. Ray's eyes flew open as he screamed in complete pain, reacting to the massive amounts of magic being forced to enter his body. Ray could feel his senses slipping away, his body starting to burn due to the amount of enthalpy being affected, until......

It stopped. The pain was gone. Ray was standing on his own two feet. He could feel his magical energy skyrocketing, and he felt much stronger and faster, as if he'd been....rejuvenated. He felt the power course through his body, and decided to let loose, a shroud of blinding light surrounding him. He looked at the being before him, which were looking at him with a sick glee. "Now, you will work for me, and together, we shall overthrow the God of Light, Surya, so I can finally attain the position above all!", said it, it's raspy voice brimming with excitement.

"No.", was Ray's perfectly viable response, to which the being reacted by letting out a higher growl, clearly displeased. "Well then, you must die!", exclaimed the being, running towards Ray, his body drooping down low and his arm turning into a sharp blade, and his body ready to thrust the blade into and through Ray. Ray sighed, and now, feeling the newfound power mixed with his old skill, moved backwards, shifting his feet so his body was angled away from the thrust. He then pivoted on his foot again, and pushed forward, allowing the thrust to go further, while maintaining distance between his body and the blade, such that he was now positioned at the being's elbow. Ray then grabbed the man's hand with his hand, and yanked it towards him, as his left knee rose up with more strength than ever before, burying itself in the being's armpit until Ray felt his shoulder pop out of it's socket, and heard the being scream in agony as the pain surged through his body.

"Let's see if this magic can actually slay Gods, shall we?"

Ray smiled, as he pushed the being away from him, only to step in and lash out with his right hand, which was now enveloped in a bring light, punching the being hard enough in the jaw to feel it crack, and then using that momentum to raise his leg, shrouded in the bright energy flowing from his body, pivot, and kick the being in the ribs, hearing the satisfying crack of bones breaking, as he spun around and kicked the being in the chest, causing him fly back and hit a tree, standing only due to the support of the lamp post.

"Fun's over."

Ray sighed, as he decided to end this. He ran towards the being, and extended his right arm, as it shrouded itself in piercing bright light, casting a glow on the surrounds. Ray then proceeded to hit the being with the inside of this light covered arm, as he ran through him, unleashing a torrent of magical energy as he tore through both- the being's neck, and the tree. The being's head would fly up in the air, while the tree, or, whatever was left of it, would come crashing down. The headless being then would explode into a million fragments, along with the head, as it's body converted back into magical energy.

Ray smiled, his eyes glowing wide with the promise of the power that he'd seen. The world was his to take, and he would crush anyone who came in his way.