Requiem Of A Failed Hero

Son of Death and Darkness.

The names sounded so like Raith's class but he was wise to keep mute.

'...let's not feel too important, mine is the child of death... besides this man just said I'm human, there is something odd to this place.'

"Sir, if I may ask? What is this Felfhiem, I just entered the gate after it revealed itself to me."

"Oh oh? Interesting."

The man said rubbing his white beard as he looked at Raith, most especially his eyeballs which were of two different colors.

'The gate has never been revealed to anyone not even to the higher demon lords who are trying to get out... could he be...'

The man sighed.

'...that is impossible, the absolute seat has disappeared for over three million years and Felfhiem has adapted to an empty seat... for the good of the realm, it is good that he shouldn't be back, to prevent an unprecedented war.'

The man stood up and spoke as he walked back to his seat.

"If the door opened to you, then it is the will of the abyss that you should be here, then I guess you are in the right place. But you can't survive in a place like this, you will get killed immediately you step into the city."

He sat down.

"You asked before that what is Felfhiem, Felfhiem is a dimension of thirteen realms, you are currently in Jarhan, the thirteenth realm. This place is native to fiends, but you won't find the strong ones like the demons roaming around here because it is the lowest of the lowest."

"Ah"

Raith's eyes widened.

'Is he scared?'

The man wondered as he had deliberately put some intimidation to his tone as he told Raith what Felfhiem is but this young man was surprised by something else.

'I never thought it was true. Fiends and monsters of even the rarest kind, a place where they all gather and call home... that is Felfhiem. But the pontifices condemned his works and banned them. He was later executed for heresy... how? I thought they were just imaginations?'

"Young man, you don't have to be so scared it's nothin–

The man paused as a bright smile spread on Raith's face.

'A place I thought was an imagination existed, is this it... is this my breakthrough. I can finally find a place I fit into!'

His smile was filled with emotions and tears gathered beneath his eyes, the man could not still tell what was happening. He had no idea how much this young man had longed to escape the reality he was given.

Although little did he know, that this reality was not going to go easy on him either.

"I suppose you are happy being here... even if it's a realm that hordes creatures of darkness and death."

"Wait if this is Felfhiem then there must also be the place where the dead go to, like a path to the afterlife or something?"

Raith asked with excitement and a raised brow.

"Hmm, you must be talking about Avernus lake... but it can't be considered a place it is like a workplace and said to connect directly to a part of the abyss where all things are judged. Even we fiends have to go there one day when they die no one that is filled with darkness and evil can escape that place."

He responded with his arms folded but suddenly released his arms and leaned forward.

"Young man, how do you know about Avernus? Have you really been to the abyss?"

He asked.

Raith full of excitement and like a child; a version of himself that existed in the books he read responded with a bright and innocent face.

"Yes!"

"Wow? Who did you meet?"

"Thard-Harl! I was made to challenge him!"

"Thard–

The man's mouth fell open and his hands covered them as he slowly stood up from his seat.

'Oh my God... the abyss revealed itself to him... I heard Thard-Harl was imprisoned in the abyss, by Fel's last aspect five hundred years ago. Is he the chosen one?'

The man went to one knee.

"Huh?"

Raith cocked his head with a confused look.

"If what I am thinking is right, then there will be a need for you to be protected because the higher lords will be against you... so tell me in detail what happened?"

For once Raith felt the freedom to talk to someone. And in this case, he wanted to– he poured out everything that had happened from his childhood until he was chosen as a hero of the death archon and sent out of his family, then died and resurrected, then took the first trial and is here to take the second trial.

It was a long story but the man stood on one knee all through. To him it was a show of absolute respect towards the probability that Raith might be a man that is destined to sit on the absolute seat.

As dreadful and disturbing as it made him, he still was glad that something new has happened to Felfhiem, the only problem was how the demon lords were going to take this.

"Ah, a world created by archons... interesting."

'This is a pretty interesting story... but is filled with lies... the archons cannot withstand a fight with the primordials not to say create a world... I suspect something or someone is playing games. But that is none of my business.'

He looked at Raith.

'I should worry about him... being able to die and resurrect? I have never heard of an ability like that and somehow it makes me worry. Is this the will of the abyss or is someone using him to get to the abyss'

The man looked at Raith, still, on his knees, he lowered his gaze and smiled.

'He seems to love it here. A human loving the realm of destruction and chaos... how odd, I thought humans were creatures created by the primordial of light. Did he make a mistake?'