The Lonely God

Prologue

(Some time in the future)

"Quite the weather, eh, Garcia?"

A beam of sunlight shone, dividing the UN territory from the New Nation.

I managed a smile despite it all.

"Yeah," I muttered.

Parsa gazed at the distance.

"Hey. Do you remember when Guillaume used to shoot those cans with that dart gun?"

"Ha! Yeah. Of course! We ended up having to buy him lunch. Who would have guessed that little French nerd would have been such a good shot."

My chest hurt.

They could have been the worst enemy in the world.

I wouldn't even mind if it was one of those bullies back in high school who tormented us for being from across the border.

Why...

Parsa leaned back against the wall.

"And Tilly? Do you remember how she always got distracted whenever we walked by the tea shop?"

"Yeah."

My hand was trembling. The sun had shifted, sending a large shadow across the two of us, casting the divide even more significant.

Why...

Parsa looked me in the eye.

"In the New Nation... people like them, and people like us. Will never face oppression. This is what a nation is about."

If that was the case...

If that was the case...

Parsa extended his hand, as the sun crept past the horizon, illuminating the numerous corpses and destroyed buildings between the border that separated us.

The thousands of soldiers from the New Nation, and thousands of soldiers from the United Nations, backing their respective representatives.

Parsa glared at me.

"Please, Nathan. You don't need to pretend anymore. This is the only solution to this problem. You know that in your heart."

I slowly lifted my hand, pressing a relic to my chest.

"The ghosts of those who were killed in our war say otherwise."

Parsa clenched his fist.

"Then..."

KRA-KOOM.

A flash of light appeared in the distance, as time seemed to slow down.

But the ghostly apparition of Yuna Tetras appeared before me, slicing the bullet in mid-air with her knives.

Yuna then turned to Parsa, closing in and slashing at him with an animalistic rage, but Parsa's immortal body absorbed the slices like nothing.

Parsa pulled his rifle from behind his back and fired at me, causing Yuna to gasp.

Boss!

The spirit of Glob bounced in front of me, expanding and rebounding the bullet away.

I clutched the relic and shouted.

There was no more time to worry about myself. Or about Parsa.

Parsa had now become strong enough to fight off Yuna Tetras of all people. Humanity's strongest assassin.

He was too far gone.

Another spirit, different from the rest, ripped out of the relic and began flooding my body as it began possessing it.

Dark power surged through my body. My soul fighting for control.

Parsa flew back on his hoverboard.

"Bastard... You really went there... didn't you."

I will stop you...

I will be the one to stop you Parsa.

Because you are my blood brother, I am the only one who can.

"Beelzebub... this is my contract with you. Thirty years off my lifespan to give me the power to defeat Parsa Soroush, The Unstoppable!"

Parsa aimed his rifle again but was blown back by the winds of the forbidden power.

The Ghost King would go so far as to give away the remaining years of his life to stop you, Parsa Soroush. I hope you are worth this fight.

The King of Hell's voice rumbled across the battlefield, as the forces of The New Nation shifted uncomfortably.

Parsa glared at the apparition which had controlled my body.

"Nathan... I wish it didn't have to come to this."

Me neither.

Me neither, Parsa.

But just as I had sacrificed the last years of my life, you did too.

So you could become who you wanted in the end.

To become a god and bring your dreams of what you thought was true equality to fruition.

You became a god who has lost everything.

A Lonely God.