The World Of Demons And Gods

As the bright rays of the sun have brought life to every living thing, a cool morning breeze blows the sweet aroma of flowers in the field in front of the yard, sweat flows, drips then splashed on the creaking wooden floors.

A tightly clenched fist punched through the air as it creates swooshing sounds. The warrior-like roar, but the kind of roar that was produced was like a tiger cub on its first roar.

"Hah!"

...

Nah, I'm just messing around.

As I tightly closed my fist and punched the heavy bag of sand hanging on the ceiling in every direction, I slid my foot back and forth, and with another sidestep, I threw my hammer fist on the sandbag, creating a small dent, as it swings around.

"Hah!"

As I'm doing this with quick reflexes, I kept my composure calm and focused on every punch and kick that I threw in this freaking heavy sandbag.

Honestly, I'm not really that serious in training, I am just doing this because my mother is only a few feet away right beside me.

My mother is a tall woman who is already in her thirties; she was very strict as she watches my movements from footwork, punches, and kicks. What makes me actually serious is only because of the thing she always loved to carry around when training me, and that's a stick! That intimidating stick!

With just a swing, it creates a sharp whistling sound, and with only that, it can make me scared like a little sh*t! Imagine how painful that would be if I got hit with one of that!

As I was thinking about that, I lost my focus and staggered a bit.

"Hey, your stance!!"

She yelled at me with a crisp voice echoing in my eardrums, not only that her hands seem agitated; it is evident that she wanted to hit me with that!

As her yell made me stood straight like a frightened cat, I quickly closed my eyes and focused on concentrating on my mind. As I opened these eyes, the surroundings turned quiet and seemed slow.

With a soft exhale in a relaxed manner, I clenched my fists as I focused on punching and kicking routine once again.

"Ha!"

...

Hours passed, my clothes were completely drenched in sweat. However, such a trivial thing is not a big deal for me as I continued doing the same thing repeatedly.

Seeing that I had slowly improved my punching and kicking routine, my mother sighed softly.

"Hah, that's enough. Rest for a while. I will call your father to train you taekwondo. Do you want anything, Cyrus?" She asked, but her voice was not strict like before.

Despite her being really strict, she does still have a motherly love towards me, and the worry that she made me feel comfortable no matter how hard she is to me, I never really hated her... Just scared.

Thinking her love towards me made me smile as I replied to her, "Water, only water, please."

I sat on the wooden floor as I caught my breath, and the breeze outside made me soothe a bit and relaxed. I am currently living with my family, a family that's so remote that we actually live upon the mountains. We're practically a clan here, living on a mid-sized closed compound, and we're all in hundred in total.

And some might ask, why, my family sticks together like a clan from the ancient times? Well, were a kind of family that likes to stick together and never really attached to the modern way.

Now around my inner circle of my family, I am a single child of my parents, and oh, by the way, we're a family of martial arts addicts.

No idea why, but this is a tradition that spans by countless generations!

Each member of our clan must at least train two martial arts and master them in a lifetime, or else banishment was the consequence, which is too light and lenient, well it does make sense because of the human rights of this world, we'll be in big trouble if we do the same punishment which is committing suicide in front of our ancestral hall.

Now! Back to my parents.

My mother is a master in both Brazilian jiu-jitsu and in krav-maga. Meanwhile, Father is a master in both taekwondo and judo. To my grandparents, those four are specialists and masters on bladed and ranged weapons, ranging from many varieties of swords, knives, bows, and heck, even modern guns!

And, some might ask, what do you train? Well, me, all of them, which isn't actually suprising. All of them are strict towards me, despite being a child. A child that only wants to play along with other kids.

Sigh~ To be honest, they're practically turning me a killing machine of this family, and that thought actually terrifies me.

As a child, I actually like playing outside with the other kids, but I do not want to disobey my parents and disappoint them, and most of all, I do not want to destroy their high hopes on me, the expectations of my family.

And just like that, I actually learned that too much expectation towards a kid can turn them like a moving doll... a mere puppet of a family. But! I still loved them, anyways!

With a sigh, I looked at the ceiling, "Oh well, mother and father, even my grandparents told me that the outside world is full of violence and kids out there often just get hurt. But I'm so bored!!!" Said by me, trying to convince myself, but still, boredom is killing me, so I kicked my feet as if I am swimming in a pool.

I crawled towards the terrace in the backyard before laying my back on the floor and looked up at the skies, "The skies are big and high, those who can fly up there can see the wonders and beauty of the world, such fascinating thing to see... I wished I was a bird that could freely roam the skies." I muttered silently.

"Oh, son, you're talking to yourself once again." Suddenly a familiar voice from the door behind the door in the house said to me as the door opened. I looked at the person at the door, and that person came in. This person is smiling at me, and when I noticed this, I suddenly felt rejuvenated and quickly ran towards him.

"Father!"

He was carrying a tray with a cold pitcher and a cup. He was a tall and sturdy man with a mix of gray and white hair growing on his head. Father always surprised me when I am daydreaming about something, and it is making me feel embarrassed when I face him.

However...

I always admire him so much, and what made me admire him is that two years ago, when I was only six, my father, with only a single kick on his opponent, fractured the bone of his opponent, breaking its leg making it unable to stand up crippling him.

But that opponent happened to be the most and influential figure of their clan. Because of that, their hate towards our clan flared up, making us their number one enemy. The match was intended to be a friendly match, but the other clan was very proud of themselves, and also very rude as they were trying to dominate our clan.

Nevertheless, well, it was their fault for offending our clan.

However, seeing my father's fight really did make me feel amazed and overwhelmed! And that was the start that I kept idolizing my father ever since that day. Because of that, the fire and the d.e.s.i.r.e made me motivated in training, and I studied hard so that I could be like him someday.

...

On school days, I have a chauffeur to bring me to the family, yep, a chauffeur. Our family is wealthy despite living in the mountains, by the way. I think the government and influential and wealthy people hire us since we're ideal bodyguards.

Anyways, I am always a lone wolf in the school; I had neither friends nor lover. It's not that no one approached me, it's me that avoids them. I don't prefer having friends because it would distract me in every aspect of my life, and I am that kind that can easily be distracted.

Ahem...

I am quite famous at this school... Actually, many girls had been crushing on me, and unfortunately, I just ignore them. Even when someone gave chocolate to me on Valentine's, I will just give it to someone.

Yes, yes. I am a jerk to everyone, but it does not mean that I do not socialize with everyone. I actually participate with everyone when they are playing, I would join them when I am bored. However, that only happens sometimes, I would rather sit on my chair, read books, or sleep.

So, twenty-eight years had passed.

I already graduated from College. I graduated with a degree in mechanical engineering, earning a BSME. But, I did not intend to continue my studies to take a master's degree.

Now, I'm working as an engineer on some company, I actually planned that I would join the army, but my parents are strictly against it, and because of that, I gave up on the idea and that the martial arts that I've mastered won't be used in my whole life.

I'm already an a.d.u.l.t now, now in the thirties, and I also perfected the martial arts that my parents and grandparents taught me. And since I'm already a master, no one actually dares to provoke me, even the new guys that haven't known about me doesn't even bother me.

Sadly, they do backstab me.

However...

One night, in a very ungodly hour of the night at our family household,

The horror of my life had started.

The horror before my eyes has occurred that I did not expect to happen.

...

*Boom!*

I heard a loud boom of an explosion. It occurred coming inside the compound of our courtyard, this explosion vibrated the entire mountain as if we were being bombed.

I quickly sat on my bed, however, before I could get up. I suddenly felt a cold yet terrifying, killing intent on my back. Because of my quick reflexes, I quickly rolled away and looked towards the person who is emitting that killing intent.

My face went pale because of a tip of sword suddenly flew towards me trying to skewer my head, but because I learned krav maga, I quickly relaxed my body, and with my reflexes, I moved my head to the side and promptly clutched both of my palms in front of me stopping the incoming sword as it struck the wooden wall behind me.

"Who the hell are you!?" I angrily asked as I fiercely looked at the person who is holding the sword right in front of me. His body was robust, indicating that this person is a man. This man is wearing a black suit and black cloth on his head with a mask covering his face.

However, I was shocked when I noticed that in the forehead of the mask, there is a single character that immediately struck my mind. This person is a family member of the clan that bears hatred to our family!

I clearly remember that after the match between my father and their clan head being accidentally crippled made his family, no, their whole clan was furiously mad to death at my father!

Showing that they wanted to slice my father, not hundreds but thousands of pieces! Their hate grew until they hate our entire clan.

However, why now? It has been thirty to forty years now since that happened!

"Why did you choose to attack now?!" I curiously asked in anger, but what I received was a cold snicker before he replied in despise, "Since telling you won't change anything, fine I'll tell you our clan didn't do anything to your clan because we desperately trained ourselves and experienced ourselves to near-death situations making our strength far stronger than your clan could produce! And it's time for the day of your clan's fated destruction!" the assassin madly laughed.

F.u.c.k! We've been ignoring such possibilities all this time!

The assassin did not say anything. He gripped the sword tightly and tried to pull it away from my grasp, but sadly, for him, I quickly struck my feet on his abdomen, making the person kneeled on the floor as he clutches his stomach in pain.

As he was kneeling on the floor, I quickly stood up and kicked him in his face as if his head was a soccer ball, the impact of my feet on his head, shook his brains out making him unconscious, soon, blood flowed out of his mask.

"I have to warn everyone!" without lagging behind, I ran outside of my room towards the corridor of our house, as I opened the door, blood was splashed all over the walls and a puddle of blood on the floor welcomed me, not only that, dead bodies of my clan mates were all scattered around lifeless, with a terror on their face. Elders and even children were not also spared, even chickens, dogs, and ducks were all dead.

The stench of blood made me want to puke out, but I keep it in. "This... is hell..."

Seeing that everyone was dead in the corridor and the courtyard, I quickly ran towards the master room to see if my parents are fighting them away and promptly join them.

However, as soon as I opened the door and was about to call my parents, my tongue went cold as if it stuck on my throat frozen, my pupils constricted, and my body completely went stiff. I walked slowly while trembling in fear; cold sweat appeared on my forehead and on my back.

This is the scariest thing that I had never thought of. This is the moment of my life that I would never want to see. This is the feeling that I feared to feel.

Soon, as I walk closer and closer towards the bed, traces of blood started to reveal.

My mother, she was covered in blood. Her eyes were dead and withered with a look of fear covering her face. Her mouth was gaped open, and her tongue was missing, blood was flowing out from her mouth. As I followed the trail of the blood, I noticed that on her neck, there was a significant and rough slit wide opened, enough for me to see her bones on her neck.

My eyes were wide opened as I saw this. Why did I deserve to see this... M-mother...

When I looked towards my father next right beside her, it was the worst.

My father was only lying on the bed right beside her... But he was unrecognizable because he was butchered like a pig, his entire body was in pieces, his limbs were in a hundred pieces, his organs were removed from his body. His heart was stabbed multiple times, not only his internal organs were removed, but also the man's external organ was nowhere to be seen.

His head was also missing, nowhere to be found.

Seeing all of this, I was there standing looking at my parent's mutilated dead bodies. My entire body was immovable like a mountain, it was trembling, yet I felt that my joints and muscles were frozen cold. I could not utter a sound, nor couldn't I cry in pain.

My heart... felt it would burst apart, my breathing was extremely fast, and it made me hard to breathe.

I bit my lips tightly until it bled, I could not feel the pain anymore, or the numbness... or I already forgot the feeling of those two.

I slowly extended my hands towards my mother's face and closed her eyes.

Slowly, I kneeled on the floor and held my mother's hand. "M-mother, you can rest in peace now... I'll return father's head so that he could follow you soon in the heavens fully intact..." I softly mumbled those words, my voice was trembling, and the look of my face was full of unwillingness and sadness, soon without noticing, tears slowly flowed on my cheeks as it dripped onto the floor.

I looked at my mother once again; I noticed that he wore a necklace. It was a Yin piece necklace. I slowly took it carefully, and as I held it now in my hands, I gripped it tight as I wiped my tears off before standing up.

Tightly gripping both of my hands to a fist as the nails in my fingers dug my palms, making it bleed. My mind was telling me to get revenge, and the only thing that I had to do is do the same thing that they had done to my parents, even as it costs my life!

*Bang!*

The door was suddenly bashed opened, and a figure jumped straight in.

"Finally, I find ya-" But before he could even finish his nonsense, I bashed my fist into his nose, making him shocked and making him have trouble breathing. Before, he could also do something. I kicked his knees with a turning kick, and because my adrenaline was pumping due to anger, I broke his knee bone.

"Argh-"

As he was about to kneel down, I jumped and kicked him with 360 degrees turning kick, smacking my heel on his face breaking his neck.

Without even uttering a sound, his body flopped down. However, due to anger, I did not stop. I stomped his head and body multiple times, and with another strong kick, his body flew outside the room.

Soon, I finally walked out of the room.

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...

Hours had passed, I was standing in the middle of the compound surrounded by fifty dead bodies and hundreds of assassins ready to strike me at any moment. These assassins were all-powerful and formidable than the ones I fought inside the house, not only that they carry weapons.

However, my body was already covered with severe wounds, these wounds that I had would not affect me that much if it were a normal weapon, but the weapon they used was all covered in poison.

Nevertheless, the only thing that I want for them to give them back was already in my hands, I hold onto it tightly with care, afraid of losing them.

This thing was none other than my father's head.

"Cough! Cough!" I coughed a mouthful of blood two times, as my body could not endure the poison.

"Hahaha, this kid sure is strong, but he clearly doesn't have a chance to win against all of us. Not only that, our weapons are imbued with poison. This kid is done for!" One of the assassins chuckled. Hearing this made all his comrades laughed in pity.

"Oi, kid. How is the feeling of having your entire clan being massacred? We already took all the beautiful young girls from this clan, hehe! Ah~ I can't wait to play with them on my bed!"

I did not pay him attention, not a single shit. I am looking at an old man in front of me. His mask was smashed open because of me, showing his fierce but aged face looking onto me. His entire body was covered in light wounds and bruises, everything came from my attacks, but most of them did not affect him that much.

Based on his strength and clothing, he was clearly the most powerful around here... most likely he is a grandmaster.

"Our mission is done, let's return to the clan, and report it to the young master." The old man said, before turning around.

"But thi-"

"No buts! He already took many poisons from your attacks earlier, adding the fact that I already broke his left arm and ribs, so obviously he won't live that long... let's leave!" The old man shouted as he slowly walked away.

"Tsk!" the assassin looked at Cyrus and smiled hideously then snorted before he left the compound followed by all of his comrades silently, and the one who's remaining on the compound was the old man and me.

I was gazing at the old man while he is still not moving in his position. The poison on my body had already destroyed most of my organs, and my vision is slowly weakening, but I kept pushing my life force intact.

"Kid, do the last thing to do... I'll never stop you." The old man said as he walked away slowly, hearing this, I turned around and walked into the house, I do not care about my life anymore; I am hopeless from being saved. My heart is slowly beating, and my vision is already constantly blurring soon enough blood started flowing out of my mouth.

With this, I knew I'm gonna die.

When I arrived at my parent's room once again, I walked slowly and looked to my mother, "Mother, I'm back..." I said faintly.

I kneeled on the floor and carefully put father's head on the pillow next to her, and then I noticed an object on the floor covered in father's blood. As I slowly took it and look at it. It was my father's necklace and a pair to my mother's jewelry, it's a Yang pair.

I took the Yin necklace from my pouch and held it tightly; I attached both pairs creating a full YinYang necklace. I wore the necklace and silently looked at my parents. My vision was already deteriorating, and every sense of my body seems to have already stopped, but my heart still beats every five seconds interval.

I took the blanket on my side and covered my beloved father and mother while their head is out as if they were sleeping peacefully.

Seeing this, I didn't feel regret, and the hate I had vanished suddenly as if everything was already fine. I smiled faintly and slowly kneeled onto the floor and leaned my head on my mother's stomach.

"Ma... Pa... I'm go...ing... to... sle.ep. now... good... ni..ght..."

Those were the last words I can utter before slumbering in my eternal sleep...

End of Cyrus' P.O.V

Time had passed, Cyrus consciousness had already vanished, his thoughts had already stopped, and his body slowly went stiff and cold, his skin was deathly pale. This indicated that he was already dead.

Outside the house, the old man had seen everything as he watched Cyrus' death. He took a deep breath and looked at the full moon above the dark sky; he could not help to exhale deeply before he slowly left the compound and returned to his clan.

The cloud started covering the moon and the night skies, soon, the rain started to fell from the skies, the whole clan compound was quiet, and peaceful only the storm could be heard as if nothing had happened.

Soon light flashed in the compound, but it was only a flashed in a blink of an eye.