The Genesis Game

"I got the Ring of Minor Protection" Sadie shouted at him as she slipped it on her hand. Seraph checked his own spatial pocket and pulled out his own ring, apparently the loot had been divided by the World Dungeon. "And I got the Ring of the Fool." He responded turning the steel band over in his hand.

Notification: Item gained "Ring of the Fool"

Details: Whoever wears this ring is cursed and will have a status of confusion bestowed on them until such a time as they or someone else removes the ring.

"Let's get going. We've wasted enough time here." Seraph said as he pulled out his Pin of the Hometown Hero. "This is for you. If you can't use it, give it to Jack later." 

Sadie looked at the item curiously. "What is this thing? She asked.

"It's a guild item I found, if the condition stat is met, it allows the wearer to be assumed as the leader around others.  Once this guild gets founded, I want my second in command to have it, or whoever I install as the face of the guild." Seraph explained as they walked.

As they approached the Demon Door, the demons etched into the stone turned to look at both of them, every demon showing them a look of difference and respect. Power was what they respected. For the souls that were kept trapped, the lapse was used to try and escape their prison as souls and faces pressed against the stone searching for release.  The demons returned to their duty as the seal on the Demon Door was undone so that Seraph and Sadie could continue.

The demons did not hinder the pair as they passed.

Notification: Now Entering "Gehena - The Pit of the Bones"

Details: The place where the inglourious and cursed dead go to die the second death.  Where the fires never stop burning and the maggots never die. 

A pungent smell hit his nose of burning and rotted flesh, a dark smoke thick in the air, making him choke, and from behind him, he heard Sadie start to loudly cough as each moved forward in the smoke, arms hands covering their faces with bits of the cloth from their armors  as they tried to filter some of the smoke and keep from passing out from the noxious gases.

 His vision was heavily obscured by the thick smoke that burned black from pollutants.  Glancing behind he saw Satie had the same issues though she appeared to be a bit more unsteady than he was.  Being natively elven she likely didn't have the tolerance for the toxins in the air like he did.

 "What is this place Seraph?" She asked in horror  as she examined the nearest headstones, each of the names erased as if ground  out of existence. She stared wide eyed at the rows and rows of dilapdated gravestones that when on in all directions disappearing beyond the line of eyesight

 "This is the place of the forever death." He answered cryptically. "Anything cast down into that burning pit will never rise, for those that fall within it, there is no respawn.  Only oblivion."

 Sadie's look of horror turned to him. "How do you know that? She asked.  In edge of suspicion creeping into her voice.

 He didn't have an answer for that,  A sense of guilt gnawing at his stomach. Seraph had to turn away, he didn't wanna lie to her and he didn't want to admit how he knew.  Not to her. Finally answering with a tone of fatalism "I did what I had to do".

 With unhed tears she launched herself at  him with a snarl. Diving into his side tackling him to the ground with her strength exerting enough force to knock the wind out of him when he landed.

"Bastard." She screamed  From on top of him pinning him to the ground.  Her anger welling up from within her a sense of betrayal rocking hurteau the core at the reminder of who the person was that she had been traveling with. Over and over again she punched him one blow after another the sound of cartlidge breaking and skin splitting easily heard.

  What though the flailing fists hurt with each blow.  Seraph knew he was in no real danger. With his abyssal body simple damage like this would not be long standing and would do no permanent damage or if this is what she needed in order for them to continue on their mission so be it. For Seraph  it was small penance to pay.

  After what seemed like hours though we're merely minutes drops of sweat dripped down her face and off her chin.   The force of her blows slowing as her arms grew heavy from fatique. With one last blow that split his cheek open she collapsed on the dirt next to him. 

 His face split open and full of bloody contusions.  Ones that even now we're already beginning to mend up within the few moments any sign of harm would be gone.

 "Why did you do it, we tried to help you, we tried to save you, that's all we ever did.  And you murdered us for it. How many of my friends did you murder." 

 He turned away and of evasion of the question.  It was a small mercy he could grant her. She didn't need to know what he knew he would bear the sins  of the elves. 

 Walking away to continue on his journey he left her behind.   Content when he heard her feet behind him following hopeful to stay on track with a mission they could deal with this later.  A-sharp pain in his back as her sword pierced him through and came out through his c.h.e.s.t. 

Blood pouring freely as he dropped to his knees and she led goals the sword horrified at what she had done. Seraph reached behind him and pulled the sword out tossing it away as he reached behind him to pull out the sword.

 Even this wouldn't be fatal he thought as he clutched his c.h.e.s.t waiting for the healing magic to kick in. He looked at her his eyes full of accusation. 

  Shadows of darkness twirled around him as he answered his voice amplified by power in his anger. "You elves killed us and robbed us you stole from us how do you think so many of your friends and peers leveled up when they were on willing to renounce the immortality of the dungeon.  They did it by killing humans. Your people were murderers and I was judgement."

 "We had to get stronger she replied meekly turning her head away and answer that he didn't fault.   But not blaming the other side for their actions didn't change that they were enemies.

Do you know how many friends I lost and those 1st few years before I initiated the war against your people? Hundreds.  All of them." He explained fury in his voice.

 "All of them every person I lost it wasn't just my father who died it was every friend that I had everyone who had known me it wasn't the dungeon a thick kill people it was you else in the monsters you summoned.  Because you need the experience points." Seraph's anger abaiting already and with it the power that had been surging through his body.

  He was beginning to feel weak even with the abyssal body the flow of blood   Had only slowed a little bit. 

"Can you heal me? "he asked looking at the wound  Realizing he was in danger of dying.

 "I'm sorry I can't I don't have access to those spells anymore and my inventory was cleared out except for my weapon and armor."  She explained an expression of fear and guilt across her face.

 "It's all right I forgive you." He said as he reached out a hand activating  his touch of the abyss ability.

She screamed when she realized  But what about you how can you do this to me hypocrite you are far worse you killed millions of people how dare you judge me how can you judge anyone."

 "I'm not judging it's just a fact and it is a fact that forced my hand into action and yes I killed millions a high and the worst murderer that has ever lived something that I regret was the option I felt most appropriate with. I don't regret doing it.  I regret that fate and options made that choice for me. Of the options I had available brutality was the one made available most to me. Just like now I am so sorry." By then she was already gone a withered husk in the wind desiccated after he taken from her everything to heal the fatal wound.

 His heart heavy, Seraph grabbed her body, putting her things in his inventory.  What remained was nearly weightless he would carry her back to the surface her body didn't need to stay down here to be absorbed by the dungeon.