He has Returned!

The day was just like any other day, and although I knew that this day would soon approach, as this was the year and it was nearly over, I still did not know the exact day that he would return. So I was training like I do every other day, and the routine has been the same for the last three hundred years, that it is like clockwork now.

Even the muscles in my body know exactly what time of the day it is and what I do at that time. So when I felt his return and his presence filling the sky above the realm, my body felt cold. My mouth ran dry, and my heart beat like a drum as I knew that the day had finally come.

No more waiting, no more suffering, and no more of anything in this realm!

Today is the day that a god dies!

And when he arrived at his realm of beast breeding, he scanned the entire realm to see which beast rose to the top. Which one shall be his new favorite pet to release into the world to bring suffering unto the mortal people?

Yet he saw nothing, not a single damn beast or living soul in this entire realm. Well, except for the human. But he expected that the human would be alive since he made it impossible for him to die within this realm. But that human should be nothing more than a broken mess of flesh at this point. Just cowering away in some hole, his mind shattered and his body broken.

But then, where are all his precious pets, the ones he had high hopes to be the victors left alive? What about his entertainment? What the fuck happened here?

He was just about to rewind the shadows of time, to watch through the history of the realm and see exactly what happened when something else got his attention.

The mortal human male!

There he was, standing tall and proud, a spear in hand, as he looked up at the looming shadowy figure of the god that looked down upon this land. Then the human spoke.

"I have awaited your return; you vile shitstain called a god! You may be known as Methenalis-the God of Monsters, Darkness, and Shadows, but after I am done with you, you will just be remembered as a bug underneath my boot. So face my vengeance!" Arthur Spade yelled with all his might as he unleashed the anger that was bubbling within him through all these years.

Seeing that god looming over him once more brought back the memories of when he was first dragged into this realm and left here for a thousand years. But now, here he is again, and this time he will make this god pay and regret. His chest heaves up and down in both anger and excitement as his blood boils and his muscles quiver, and then his eyes grow wild as if stained by madness.

"YOU DARE TALK TO ME LIKE THAT MORTAL WORM! I DON'T KNOW WHAT HAS TRANSPIRED HERE, BUT I SHALL WIPE YOUR EXISTENCE, READ YOUR MEMORIES, AND TORTURE YOUR SOUL FOR ETERNITY FOR SPEAKING TO ME AS IF YOU ARE ABOVE ME! ME, METHENALIS- THE ETERNAL DARKNESS!" Methenalis's voice booms as his shadowy vestige twists and turns in maddening anger, and the realm rumbles to its master's emotions.

"Time to show you that you are not unstoppable, not unbeatable, and not unkillable! Watch me shatter this realm along with your pride as I even the playing fields." Arthur states as he takes a firm stance and grips his spear tight till his knuckles turn white.

He tenses his muscles as he feels the strength radiating in his body, and with every fiber of his will and strength, he rears back his spear as the ground pulsates around him from the aura itself. A black hue begins to surround Arthur as he calmly breathes in and out, and his spear is locked in a thrusting position, ready to be released. And then he closes his eyes.

Arthur takes a step forward, and with that step, he pushes his spear forward in one fluid motion, as if he is one with the spear, and the spear is one with him. Nothing is wasted, and everything is maximized as the world falls silent.

And the God, Methenalis, for the first time in his eternal life, felt death! With the feeling of death, he felt fear, something that until now was foreign to him. As that, it is something reserved for mere mortals.

The spear went forward, and although it felt like years passed by before it completed its movement, all of this was done in a fraction of a millisecond. Faster than anyone could react or notice. It was as if he never moved in the first place and that the spear was always pushed forward.

But it is what happened once the spear finished its forward movement that truly astonished the god.

He was pushed out!

Not only that, but the realm shattered! Space was destabilized, and his powers were pushed back. He was powerless to do anything in retaliation. He found himself back outside, in the main world, as his realm was destroyed.

All he saw in that instance was pure blackness, a flash of blackness so dark that even his divinity of darkness felt suppressed. And standing before him in the flesh, was that very same mortal man.

And that's how it was at that moment. A mortal man destroyed a god's realm and forced that god out. And now he stood before that god in the flesh. A god that stood thirty feet tall, bronze-skinned, his upper chest bare, but wearing shorts of shadows. A crown made of fangs and horns adorned his head as his two eyes of pure darkness looked at the mortal with a mix of surprise and fear.

The god had a body full of muscles, and his body looked like perfection brought into physical form. But right now, that physical form was on the ground while the mortal man stood over him. Though still small in comparison.

"Now that I have brought us both back here, I will demolish you. I will shatter everything about you, as I started with your realm and your pride. So now I will break every bone in your body, I will eviscerate your flesh, and smash your bones into dust. And only when you beg for your death shall I give it to you. And you shall die knowing you begged a mere mortal to give you the relief of death. So beg!" Arthur says, a maniacal grin on his face as he relishes in the delight of his upcoming actions.

Arthur then twirls his spear in his hands as he readies it for another strike.