YEAHHHHH MY BOY MY BLORBO GETS HIS OWN STORYYYYYY
I don’t usually check out the writing section too much, but I couldn’t resist clicking this one. This is so cool!
I’ve written more for this story and will likely post it under this topic soon
spoiler alert: It does NOT go well for Durza in the next part
Razaral forgot to precise in this story but durza is actually a twink
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Hot twink or cute twink? It’s important to the story.
After much consideration, I have taken to interpret this version of Durza as a hot twink. (either that or an Incel that lurks in his parent’s basement)
You heard the man
PART 2:
I spent many years in the European continent, gaining valuable powers and even some Curses. The Fire Curse, Lightning Curse, and Explosion Curse, just to name a few. Though the central continent was a land full of mysteries and interesting characters, I found myself bored by the vapidity and predictability of it all. However, the east was too far for me, their utilization of magic was intriguing and I wished to find out more, but alas, they were out of my reach.
So I turned my eyes to the only place I could; North. I had heard about many great legends that arose from the north. First, the Conqueror and his 5 sons who wielded incredible power and ruled the northern regions as if they were gods. However, the distance was far too great, and I had no info on his curse. Thus, I was not too keen on exploring the far north.
Second, the Godslayer, Arthur of Camelot. There are many tales about him, all across the world, after all they say it was he who brought ruin to the land of the Gods. But some say that he and his kingdom already perished from this world centuries ago. I wasn’t too interested in chasing ghosts, so I would come to explore that endeavor later.
Lastly, the Great War-Phoenix, they say that he rose to prominence only 80 years ago when he single-handedly protected his small city from foreign invaders and was even able to quench the flames of the war by subjugating the enemy forces, all by his lonesome. They say that even in spite of being a mere mage his power far surpasses even that of a Curse User. But importantly to me, he wielded a unique form of magic, one that I had never heard or even seen of before…
‘Phoenix magic’
That was it, I set my sights on him. I used the power of my Curses and magic to fly towards the northern Isles, where the War-Phoenix’s home was, and after much time spent searching, I found it. It was a banal and boring little old town, set dead-center in the middle of nowhere. I found myself questioning how such an esteemed and powerful person would be out here protecting this backwater civilization, a great man should aspire for great things… So why was it that he placed himself here? Was he one of those self-righteous idiots that prided themselves on being ‘protectors’? I felt disgusted, but also quite intrigued.
I kept my thoughts to myself and continued into the city, trying my best to keep a neutral expression. Where I was greeted by unknowing citizens, they bombarded me with questions to which I had the displeasure of being forced to answer. Otherwise, I would be labelled as ‘strange’. At one point, I even considered turning the entire city to dust so that I could stop being pestered by so many annoying questions.
I spent around half a day in the city until I saw a peculiarly large crowd gathering in the center, it seemed as though they were waiting for something.
“What’s the crowd for?” I asked in my most polite tone possible.
“Eh? Oh, that’s right. You’re a newcomer! We’re waiting for our protector to return,” one of the townsfolk replied
“Protector?”
“That’s right! Our very own guardian, Theos, the War-Phoenix. Outsiders from all across the isle gather around just to meet him, and though he only became popular 80 years ago, they’ve been saying he’s been protecting the city for well over 150 years!”
‘How interesting’ I thought to myself, I had met mages that had well surpassed the century mark and almost all of them were troublesome to deal with. Considering his age and unique form of magic… I didn’t expect the fight to be an easy one at all.
But that was where the fun lied, if it wasn’t a challenge, why else would I bother?
From the sky, a man covered in flames crashed down like a comet. The crowd cheered and celebrated as they saw him rise up, holding his staff in his right hand and waving at the crowd with the other. He wore radiating, golden-white armor, but after sensing his magic energy… It was safe to say that I wasn’t too impressed.
His energy was average for a man of his age, it was powerful, but it wasn’t as oppressive as I thought it would be. If we fought right then and there, judging off of our magic energies alone, I believed that it would be an easy victory for me. With my interest thoroughly killed, I turned around and got ready to leave. When suddenly, a hand on my shoulder pulled me back.
“Ah, sorry! I thought I knew you,” The War-Phoenix said.
I stared at him in disbelief, but if I reacted too harshly there was a possibility that I might become an ‘outcast’
“…It’s fine,” I told him.
“Hmph? You don’t look from around these parts, where are you from, mister?” He asked.
“…You could tell? I’m a traveler from the far south.”
“Haha, with clothes like those anyone could tell you apart from the locals. Say, from your clothes, I’m guessing you are a scholar? Perhaps even a mage?” He enquired of me.
Now that I had gotten a good look at him, I realized how strange it was. If anyone looked at this man and told you that he was well over 150 years old, they would laugh at you. He was young, not too young, but he looked like a young adult, fresh and ready for work. His blonde hair and beard were well-kempt, a sign of his inherent privilege.
Even the greatest mages that I had fought looked as if they were middle aged by the time they’d passed the century mark. So why was it that this man, who appeared to be no better than the rest of them, seemed to look so much younger?
I came to only one conclusion, ‘He’s hiding his true power.’
It was unexpected that someone had managed to fool my senses, after all I had honed it for over a decade, but it wasn’t impossible. Perhaps his true skill lay in the cloaking of his presence.
“A mage? Please, don’t joke like that. A man such as myself could never be a mage! I am but a humble scholar,” I responded.
“A scholar huh? Well, close enough I guess! Though, you really look like a mage to me,” He said, showing off a polite smile. Did he know? Was he just toying with me? I felt the urge to steal his magic then and there, but I kept my impulses under control. The time would come, and I couldn’t make a scene here.
“Oh, I believe I forgot to introduce myself, my name is Theos, Guardian of the city, and yours?”
I hesitated, I hadn’t used my real name in decades, I had forgotten the sound of my real name. Contemplating, I thought of any random name to use.
“Durza,” I replied. “My name is Durza, it’s good to make your acquaintance, Theos.”
He let out a friendly smirk, “Well, Durza. If you need anything, you can ask me.”
Was that a taunt? I wasn’t quite sure, but it didn’t matter much anyway. I made up my mind that I was going to destroy that city on that very night. I saw the man, Theos, conjure wings made of orange and white flames on his back and fly into the sky, traveling to who knows where.
I stood there, looking at the majestic phoenix fly off into the distance, before letting a small grin form on my face.
‘‘How far will he crumble?’
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When dusk fell, I booked a room in an Inn to rest in for the night. In my room, I ruminated on the most effective possible combination of magics I should use to crush the War-Phoenix. From the rumours, I had gathered that his magic primarily focused on regeneration and mobility. So my priority would be using a combination of high-powered spells, enhanced with movement-sealing and regeneration culling magics.
First, a barrage of Shadow, Light, and Flash magic to blindside him, then using a combination of the Earth Curse and Ice magic, I would trap him into a corner. Finally, I would use a spell combination of the Lightning Curse, Fire Curse, Explosion Curse, and Sun magic, enhanced with Poison magic to deal a devastating blow that would hamper his regeneration.
If needed, I could also tone down my power if he was too weak to survive the attack. After fully crushing him, I would absorb his magic and incorporate it into my own skill set. I was almost giddy at the thought of acquiring a new magic after so long, it was an exhilarating thought, and the new magic being something as esoteric as Phoenix magic made it even more exciting for me.
In the dead of night, I snuck out of my room and onto the silent road of the town. I would find where the War-Phoenix slept, thoroughly destroy him without anyone none-the-wiser, and then make my escape.
“Hey there,” Suddenly, a voice beside me disturbed me from my thoughts, bringing me back to reality. I turned around and leapt back in surprise, only to see Theos standing there.
“What are you doing here? It’s quite late out, dear friend. Don’t tell me you wanted to get some fresh air after being cooped in your room all day long?” He asked inquisitively, though his expression painted a different story, it seemed as though he already knew.
“When did you…?”
“From the very beginning, how could I not be suspicious of someone emanating such a vile aura?”
I grinned, “Really? I tried so hard to hide it, guess there’s no point trying anymore.” I conjured four circles of magic behind me, ready for a fight. Theos shook his head, “Let’s not do it here, follow me.”
I was puzzled, but I complied with him anyway. He led me into a deep, dark forest, in the middle of nowhere, the perfect place to bury a body.
“Is this where you choose your final resting ground? How pathetic,” I taunted.
The War-Phoenix conjured a magic circle on his back, and from it sprouted two glorious wings of white and orange flames, Phoenix flames.
“Twenty seconds,” he told me.
“What?” I responded. He turned to me, his radiant wings shining luminously in the night. “Twenty seconds is all it will take.”
I chuckled at his declaration, creating 7 magic circles and aiming them all at him, but before I could do anything else… I was sent flying back by a powerful force, the strike made my chest ache in agony, and I nearly vomited from the pain. I looked up to see what he had done, and to my horror I realized that he had not casted a single spell.
A punch, a single magic infused punch was all it took. I coughed in disbelief, that single attack had done more damage than me than any mage in the past three years. His raw power was frightening. Clutching my heart, I shot him a hateful glare, “You won’t be so lucky next time.”
Combining three magics at once, I shot a barrage of powerful energy at him, all of which he dodged without much worry. The incongruent fusions of magic burst apart and ripped the forest as they exploded.
Using my curses, I flew up into the sky to meet Theos face to face. Combining the power of my most destructive and potent powers, I shot a mass of screeching magic at him that I knew that he did not have the luxury of dodging.
He used his staff to conjure a ball of fire that clashed with the blast, and somehow, his flames were able to pierce through the blast and puncture a hole into me.
I laughed at the absurdity of the situation, how could a mere mage be this powerful? But just as I thought that, the War-Phoenix appeared in front of me. Caught off guard by his sheer speed, I could not react to his pull.
He grabbed my face, binding me with a circle of magic, and then flew across the forest. I attempted to resist his pull and absorb his magic, but I couldn’t. Why? Even though he had far less magic energy than me, he was able to resist my Absorption.
It was then that I sensed how the magic energy in his body was circulated… Normally, a mage would circulate their magic in a single path, allowing for the clear and smooth flow of energy. But this man, Theos, his energy was in constant flux, constantly circulating here and there across his body. Allowing for the continuous output of spells, and completely countering my own Absorption ability.
For such a draining spell such as his Phoenix wings, it only made sense. There was no way to continuously output flight and fight at full strength unless you were able to keep your energy in constant flux. However, this type of flux couldn’t be managed by any normal mage, and even an experienced one would struggle putting their energy in a constant circulation, but he did it as if it were nothing.
The War-Phoenix… he was blessed by the world. In terms of magic, he was a talent. No, a genius. Why was it that he was blessed with such power, and not I? Why was the world so unfair, to give such a slothful man who wasted away in such a derelict place this much power? No… it was an error, it had to be. That’s right, I am the one who deserves such power. In his hands it would rot away, unused… but with me, it could be used to change the world.
No matter what, I would have it! Even if I have to destroy the world for it, that power is mine–
Crash!
The next thing I knew, I was lying on the base of a mountain. Defeated and in agony, I felt as though my bones had been crushed. He had grabbed me, flew far and high into the sky, and then crashed me back down into the earth. Without even using a proper offensive spell, this man had defeated me with ease, he hadn’t even used a true imbue…
“This is my final mercy to you, Durza. Go, and never return here again,” His eyes were laced with pity, as if he were looking at a wounded dog.
‘I will surely make you regret this’ I wanted to shout at him, but I was too tired to do much. That day was the first time I had ever faced a loss, and it was safe to say that I did not take it very well.
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more AA content I love to see it. and nice work with the writing, the characterization and fight scenes are done really well 
this shit is so magnificent
Hell yeah, new part! I absolutely love this story, how it’s written really complements the idea of it. Can’t wait for more!
You cooked 
this was so good fr
I just realized I made an oopsie here
It’s… not supposed to be 5, there were only meant to be 4 sons. Donar, Tiwaz, Baldur, and Jarson. I could fix it, I could just edit the story a little bit, but…
You know what? Let’s roll with it, maybe I’ll add Heimdall as his 5th son if I ever do a story with Wotan.
PART 3
After escaping from Theos, I left the isle in shame. Vowing only to return once I was assured that I had garnered enough power to defeat the War-Phoenix, during my three years’ venture, I was able to acquire many different curses, and many, many more magics. Too many to even list.
This was all possible to a certain spell that I had learned. ‘Undead Revival’, an ability that allowed me to resurrect fallen foes and turn them into my thrall. I could even empower them with my own abilities, creating an ever-growing army.
Of course, this led to me earning another title, in the central continent I gained the name of ‘Erlkonig’, King of the Fae. Not many could challenge my reign, so I ruled the region with near absolute power. But I wasn’t concerned with matters of administration.
Once I had amassed enough power, I readied myself for the invasion of the isle. I used my magic and Curses to split the seas, creating a path for me and my army to march across. But our trek did not stop after we had landed on the English Isle, for days we walked, but exhaustion would not take me. For I had a score to settle.
Eventually, we finally came across that little backwater town, where I had met the first man who had ever defeated me, except now… it wasn’t so backwater anymore. In the years since I had gone, it had turned into a bustling city, it seemed as though Theos’ fame had done the place wonders. Not like it would matter, though, since it would all soon be turned into ash.
I entered the city, my army marching behind me. The citizens looked on in confusion and fear, many tried approaching me and asking what was going on. But I cut them off with my own question, “Where is the War-Phoenix?”
The magicless peasant stumbled on his words, “T-the p-protector’s out of town for a while, why do you ask?”
I sighed, bored out of my mind, and then blew off the man’s head with but a single gesture. I commanded my undead thrall, “Destroy the city. Turn it into a ruin,” I smirked a bit “This will be a nice surprise for him to return to.”
The city went up in flames, the magicless worms began to flee. But I made sure that every single one of them was snuffed out like a candle. At first, it was fun, it was like playing a little game of hide and seek but I began to grow bored. Waiting for my fated enemy to arrive.
In a few short hours, the phoenix arrived, descending from the sky with a look of horror and shock on his face. Greeting him were the undead corpses of the ones he had failed to protect and the burning buildings of the city.
“Sir Protector!”
“Our gracious guardian!”
“The War-Phoenix has returned!”
Sick and twisted cheers rang throughout the city as the faux corpses greeted Theos. He slowly walked through the city streets, with a disbelieving expression, until a small voice called out to him.
“Lord Theos!” A child excitedly said as he ran up to hug the man.
The War Phoenix dropped down to his knees, his eyes still glazed over, as the child whispered into his ear. “Why were you late? You were meant to be our guardian, our protector. You failed us.”
The War-Phoenix hugged the boy tightly, his face contorted in despair and dread, and I knew what was next to come. I chuckled a bit, “Did you like my present, War-Phoenix? I’m only just getting started, don’t die on me just now.”
A magic circle formed on his back, I prepared myself for a battle, but instead of forming those fiery and frightening wings of flame that he had used to defeat me; He did something else.
The magic fire that cloaked the city in red and orange hues suddenly started to swirl around Theos, it gathered and converged around him until becoming one with the magic circle on his back. Just like that, the flame that threatened to destroy an entire city was extinguished.
“I won’t let him desecrate this city, I won’t let him tarnish you poor souls any longer…” He stood up to face me, “My name is Theos, the War-Phoenix, and for the sake of all of humanity, I promise on my name, that I will not let you leave this city alive, foul mage.”
Remarkably, in spite of the flames dissipating into the War-Phoenix’s body, the heat of the fire did not. It felt as though the heat of the flames was being concentrated into a single area where he stood. He emitted a blistering, blinding heat, like the radiant sun.
Suddenly, his wings of fire flared up with a roar, almost turning into a crimson red color. I was shook, terrified, even. But I quickly regained my composure and prepared for a battle, numerous magic circles formed beside me, preparing to fire a barrage of different spells, I accessed my deposit of curses, and then used them to hover above in the sky.
“Today, that beautiful magic of yours will be mine.”
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The proceeding battle was hectic and chaotic, I commanded my undead soldiers to rush at the War-Phoenix while I bombarded with an array of spells. Strangely enough, he did not bother to avoid the attacks of the undead denizens of Oberon, he let them strike him.
Though it wasn’t like their attacks did much anyway.
Whenever any of my stray spells threatened to destroy a building or even harm one of the denizens of the city that I turned into my undead, he placed himself in the midst of the attack to block it.
‘What a fool’ I thought to myself, what was the purpose of injuring himself to protect the remnants of a ruin? His readiness to sacrifice his body to protect the destroyed remains of his home started to itch at me, it felt as though he wasn’t taking me seriously. My irritants with his antics grew to such a point that I stopped aiming my attacks, throwing them out carelessly to the wind to see if he would throw himself in the face of danger.
“Demonstrate to me how you’ll deflect this one.”
I used my power to conjure up a myriad of magic circles above the sky, all overlapping with one another. I raised my hand up, charging up the combined spell to unleash on the burnt remains of the city and render it to nothing more than dust.
“No!” The War-Phoenix shouted, he soared through the sky and charged at me, trying to stop the Mass Spell, but it was already too late. A blistering rumble roared through the world as I let my hand down and fired the spell, hundreds of beams of magic travelled down towards the earth burning and erasing any and all traces of what was left of the city. Even the undead denizens whom I had resurrected, perished under the grand and spectacular power of my spell.
The War-Phoenix tried his best, mounting up barriers of flame and fire to shield his home, but the sheer scale of the attack was far too much for even him. He could do nothing but watch in horror as the thing he had vowed to protect was broken apart, piece by piece.
When the torrential downpour of spells wore out, I flew down to meet the War-Phoenix face to face. He kneeled on the ground with a defeated stance, I inspected his heavy injuries that he had sustained from attempting to protect the city from the beams of magic. I found it unlikely that he would be of any threat to me in this state.
I slowly walked towards him, goading him, “What’s the matter? Has the fire in your heart already ran out? Don’t be so glum. Where did that power you displayed all those years ago go?”
I stopped just a few feet short of him, I prepared to absorb his magic when he suddenly stood back up again. Perplexed, I felt a sense of dread creeping up on me, something was wrong. No, something had gone wrong.
The War-Phoenix looked at me, he gazed deep, deep into my soul and spoke words that still echo fear in my heart. Words that have etched themselves into my very being and sting to this day. He took up a new vow. Not of protection, not of guardianship.
“I know not from where you came, or to where you shall go. But I promise you this, Scourge. If there is a gracious lord above, whatever punishment he has planned for you will not even be a tenth–no, a thousandth of what I will inflict upon you,” A magic circle formed on his back, reforming the dazzling wings of fire that he had always used in battle.
“Whether you flee to the sea, the sky, or even to the underworld. Whether I would have to surmount a hundred trials, or face a thousand sorrows. I will never stop chasing you, I will hunt you down to the ends of the earth and beyond. If I must upheave the very heavens themselves to stop your madness, then I shall do so. No matter if it takes a 100 years, or even a 1000.”
His wings blared up so ferociously that they turned from a bright orange and white, to a blazing red, until finally turning into a calm cyan and yellow hue. The Phoenix was reborn.
“I am Theos, the War-Phoenix, and I am the fire that I will purge evil from this world.”
Not once did his voice waver, not once did his eyes say otherwise, and not once did his magic give way. From the way that his power responded to his desire, I knew that he meant what he had vowed, and that was when–for the first time in my life–I learned what the meaning of ‘true’ fear was.
Dread.
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We took our battle to the skies, his bright cyan flames clashed with my dozens of magic. Our battle left destruction in its wake, I hid away my fear with excitement. I used my multitude of magics and curses with reckless abandon, carving out the earth with each attack I used.
I did not understand, I was sure that he was on his last legs. Certain, almost. But he continued to fight with a reinvigorated drive. His power did not seem to have changed much, the difference was miniscule, but I knew that something was off.
In spite of my overwhelmingly destructive power, he still had the upper hand. His sheer speed made it impossible for me to keep up, and the precise control he had over his magic allowed him to exploit any weaknesses I showed.
A pillar of cyan fire erupted from the earth and threatened to swallow me whole. I created a barrier of magic to protect myself, but Theos used his magic to break the shield apart with a javelin of sunfire.
It pierced my stomach, puncturing a hole into it. The flames spread through my body as I tried to keep my composure, but just as I turned my attention to him, he disappeared once more.
Then, I saw three great flaming stars fly straight towards me. I was unable to block them, and as such they burned away at my shoulder. The fire stung, it stung more than any other. The pain was near unbearable but I had to keep my composure in the fight.
The War-Phoenix did not relent in his onslaught, his wings of phoenix fire diverged as they transformed into beams of flame. The curving shots hit me, blasting away at my right leg and left arm. I felt the looming presence of death hovering over me, I was going to die.
I desperately tried to escape with all my might, I constructed barriers, attempted to fly away, to hide away. But it all seemed futile in the face of the War-Phoenix. He was determined to bring an end to me.
With one final spell, he covered himself in an aura of Phoenix fire, rushing at me. I thought it was the end. So in the face of hopelessness I combined all of my magics and curses, forcing them into one, singular point to create an incoherent mess of magic.
The spell trembled and nearly broke apart, but when the Phoenix came face to face with me, I was able to finally stabilize it. I launched it at Theos and he attempted to repel it with a spell of his own. The two spells clashed together with each other and a great explosion burst out, shattering the world itself.
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Hours, or perhaps even days later, I woke up stranded on an unknown island. My arm and leg were gone, completely. It seemed as though I had lost a majority of my powers, which included most of my curses.
I would not learn why the two spells reacted with each other the way they did until much later, but eventually, after much experimentation, I found out that the spell was not an offensive one in its nature. It was more akin to a command that forced magic around it to bend to its will, the spell had reacted to my own desperation and fear. So the command it had given had likely been…
“Fracture.”
END
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This is SUCH a shift from the last two, holy crap! He’s finally a proper villain! [Sobbing] They grow up so fast…
Will definitely be rereading this one every couple months. Going up on my list of favorite fan projects right with the webcomic and JTN’s showcase.
Rejoice, because I’m probably gonna write Theos’ perspective too and then post it as a separate topic.
Mainly wrote this because after checking the writing tab I’ve noticed that the AA characters are really underutilized, which is fine and all. Since people do want to write their own stories concerning their own characters, but the sheer potential of these character concepts has, in my opinion, only really been realized in the Webtoon.
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Agreed entirely, I’ve been wanting to read and write stories like this since I first read the loredoc!
Can you remind me tomorrow? Sorry, no time right now 