A Necromancer's Journey To Heaven's Gate

Chapter 3: Evil World



Silas and Ruth ran through the dark forest, their feet crunching against fallen leaves and twigs. The cold night air was filled with the distant echoes of chaos—the clashing of steel, the crackling of fire, and the faint screams of those still trapped in the village. But all of that faded as they moved deeper into the woods, following a path they knew by heart.

Neither of them spoke. There was no need. Their bodies remembered the way—the slight turns, the places where the ground dipped, and the roots that could easily trip them in the dark. This wasn't the first time they had fled.

After several minutes of running, the trees thinned, and they stepped into a small clearing. The land dropped sharply before them, revealing a deep canyon that stretched into the distance. The jagged rock walls on the other side seemed almost endless, fading into the night.

 This was their safe spot—the place where they always waited out the raids.

Ruth collapsed onto the grass, her chest rising and falling rapidly as she caught her breath. Silas remained standing, eyes fixed on the village in the distance. He has a good view of the plumes of smoke rising in the distance—they would wait out here until the smoke vanished before they returned.

After glaring into the dark forest for nearly a minute, Silas finally felt a sigh of relief. He stabbed his machete into the ground with a thud, and he sat beside it. His gaze shifted to Ruth, who was drinking off the leather water flask she brought along.

Ruth passed the flask over with her mouth still filled to the brim with water. Silas smiled at her silly face and pulled the flask to his lips but stopped midway.

Thud!

Silas sprang to his feet and armed himself at the sound of the heavy footsteps, while Ruth scuttled over to his back, pale with fright.

"T-t- it fo–ollowed us," She stuttered and pointed ahead.

Thud!

With a light tremor came a pair of fiery green eyes. The orc stood 7 feet tall, its body packed with muscle and little fat. Its snout-like nose twitched as it sniffed the air, and its fluffy ears flicked at the faintest sound. 

It wore a rough animal skin skirt, barely covering its broad frame. In its hand, it gripped a massive battleaxe, the blade stained from past battles—it was the orc they saw guarding the exit.

They had been too far away to notice its unique traits as that of a dog.

In this world, orcs were synonymous with the devil. These beings had natural resistance to magic while possessing physical prowess that surpassed that of magic beasts.

They were a human's greatest nightmare—they knew this, and that's why they only raided human settlements.

"Pretty human female…" He grunted. "Kar fuck before kill!" 

Kar's burning emerald gaze looked beyond Silas and fell on Ruth. His violet, gooey tongue licked his lips before he grinned and revealed a row of jagged teeth.

Thud!

Silas didn't hesitate, nor did he retreat—he grabbed the machete and sprang forward. Without hesitation, he hacked down at the orc, only for the beast to catch his weapon with its bare hand.

 'What?!'

Bam!

The machete shattered under its grip and Silas jerked back in shock, losing his footing. As he fell backward, it felt like time came to a crawl as the orc casually raised the 15kg war axe like it weighed nothing and hacked down!

Bam!

'Aaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhh!' 

Ruth's scream downed the heavy bang that followed as Silas hit the ground hard with the war ax buried deep in his chest. It felt like a log of wood was stuffed into his chest, making it impossible to breathe.

Ah!

Silas opened his mouth but could barely make a sound. His eyes were bloodshot and tears streamed down his chest as he tried to move his hands, but his body wouldn't respond.

Only now did Silas realize his vision was blurred, and a loud static sound persisted in the background. He tried to breathe in, but it felt like something clogged his lungs and prevented air from passing through.

He could feel a red, warm liquid soaking his ragged clothes and darkness clung to the edges of his vision—death was at the corner.

"No, help me — help me! Please!" 

Buzz!

Silas' eyes dilated—his fingers twitching as he opened his mouth and screamed at the top of his lungs!

"LEAVE HER ALONE!" 

Silas coughed up a mouthful of blood and began choking on it, he could hear the amused grunts of the orc overshadowing Ruth's cries.

"Stand up! Please stand up!" She cried.

It felt like a blade stabbed Silas' heart, but what followed next was horrifying. 

Ruth's voice was muffled as the orc placed its large palm over her face. Clothing ripping sounds were accompanied by laborious grunts and fierce struggles. 

Slowly the muffled screams died down, and the struggles seized, but the grunts continued. Silas could hear it all, but he couldn't move or speak.

He choked in silence, life slipping away from his bloodshot eyes, but the pain and anger in them remain. Tears of blood ran down his face and his face contorted in sorrow—this pain was just too much. 

{The world is cruel to the powerless. The heavens have deemed you worthless and marked you for death. But the abyss sees what others cannot—your potential}

Ruth's voice rang in Silas' head—no, it wasn't her. There was another voice hiding underneath hers, something sinister.

{They took Mum and Dad. Now they murdered us. They raped and murdered me!} She cried.

"R–ruth-?" Silas muttered with all the energy he could muster.

{Yes it's me, I'm dead, but you can save me!}

{Demon Lord's favor gained}

{Do you accept? Yes/No}

{Congratulations, you made the right decision.}

{Host is undergoing rebirth…}

{Sin of Wrath title acquired}

{2nd Prince of Hell title acquired!}


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