The Realm

"What the hell is it that you want with me?!" Arthur yells in a demanding yet nervous voice towards the large and imposing shadowy figure in the sky.

"Hmm, little human man. You dare speak to a God like that? Do you truly not value your very soul? Speak in reverence, or I shall make sure you truly suffer an eternity of torture and despair." His voice booms across the land once more, this time with more intensity.

"Well, I am already probably gonna die, so I don't give two shits. So hit me with your best shot, you damn God! Looks like I got another one I need to put on my kill list!" he yells back, though, in comparison to the God's voice, it is like an Insect yelling against a dragon.

"Very well, mortal. I shall grant your wish. I was just gonna use you as food for my little ones. But since you want to suffer so bad, then you shall rot in this realm I have created to breed the strongest of monsters within. This realm I call Vrotsgar, a pot to culminate the strongest of beasts. I shall curse you with revival for as long as you reside in this realm, never knowing the sweet release of death." The echoing voice sounds out in declaration to the entire realm.

"So what?! You think that is enough to deter me, you false God! I will overcome this, and then I am coming for you, you hear me! This will not break me! I am sick and tired of being tossed from one place to another!" Arthur yells in desperate throes, trying to even convince himself of his own resolve.

After all, this is the most harrowing thing he has ever gone through. Before, he was just a normal man, living a normal life as a fireman. And he tends to have fiery personality to match. And right now, he is just consumed by anger for the situation he has been put in and those that have put him in it.

"Damnable Gods." He mutters under his breath once more.

"We shall see, mortal, whether you break or not. Play nice with my pets while I am gone. I should be back in, let's say, a thousand years for you it will be. Though only mere moments for me. Haha." The God chuckles loudly.

"What the hell do you mean, a thousand years?!" Arthur yelps in surprise after hearing that. After all, he has only lived a total of nineteen years. So a thousand years was pretty much an impossible thought to him.

"Hehe, time here is practically nonexistent, yet existent at the same time. A mere minute in the outside world equates to a thousand years in here. It's how I create the strongest monsters to release into the world to have fun. Well, when you die of old age, you will just revive back to the age you currently are. Though your body won't really have changed. It's all complicated stuff. Don't fret your feeble little mind on it. Bye now!" His voice booms one last time before the ginormous shadowy figure in the sky dissipates, leaving nothing but blank nothingness in the air above.

"Now what? And what was that God's deal? Breeding monsters and trapping me in this realm. Seriously are all the gods of this world fucked up?! I really just want to kill them, like really fuckin bad." Arthur starts to speak out loud.

"AGS, what can you tell me about that God?" He asks.

{That was the Methenalis, the God of Monsters, Darkness, and Shadows. He is one of the prime dark gods of this world.]

"Tell me more about the gods of this world?"

{There are six superior Gods of this world. Three are considered on the side of light, while the other three are on the side of dark. Zilfreed, the God of Light, Life, and Law; Athesia, the Goddess of Magic, Knowledge, and Civilization; Yonolulf, the God of Love, Virtues, and Dreams. These are the three superior gods of light.}

{Horgruss, the God of Death, disease, and Despair; Methenalis, the God of Monsters, Darkness, and Shadows; Svalissia, the Goddess of Sins, Hatred, and Nightmares. These are the three superior gods of the dark. There are also many other gods, but they are considered minor gods and only have a single divinity.}

{There are also the two supreme Gods, yet they only exist as mere concepts and not actual beings. Vol, the God of Creation, Soul, Space, and Time. Nol, the God of Destruction, Nihility, Fate, and Existence. That is all the overall information. I can go into more detail if you wish.}

"No, no, that is well enough for now. Thanks, AGS." Arthur says back while shaking his head with a sigh.

"I hope I don't run into any more gods; two is enough for now since two is how many I already want to kill."

"Now, where should I go, or what should I do? Since it looks like I will be here for a thousand years, I need a place to live. Hmm, this direction." Arthur mutters to himself before just pointing in a random direction and starts walking.

ROOOOOAAAAARRR

ROOOAAARR

Roaar

ROOOOOOAAARR

ROOAAR

ROOOOOAAARRR

A cacophony of beastly roars starts to sound off all around the realm as if they all had just woken up in an instant, feeling nothing but hunger and a desire to kill. Their rage amplified to the max, and bloodlust reached close to infinite.

"Oh no." Arthur says.

And that is because before him stands one such beast. A two-headed wolf-like monster standing almost ten feet tall. Its husky breath spilling out of its gaping drooling maw of a mouth.

It hungrily looks at Arthur as if has never eaten a meal in its life. It takes off in a full-on sprint towards Arthur, both of its tongues flapping in the wind outside of its mouths.

"SHIT!" Arthur yelps before sprinting in the opposite direction as fast as he could.

Yet he was nowhere near fast enough. The monster easily catches up. One head rears forth, chomping down on Arthur's left arm, tearing it off like pulling apart chopsticks.

"ARRRRHGG!" He screams in agonizing pain as his arm is no longer there, and blood starts to shoot out like a fountain.

But it is not yet over, as the other head comes down hard, taking Arthur's entire head and upper torso into his mouth, biting down, and separating his body in half. And then greedily chews in delight as his screams of pain can still be heard from within the maw of the beast.

His other half having gone limp on the ground, while the beast, after finishing the current amount, finishes off the rest of his body, swallowing it whole.