11-14-2013, 11:01 AM
A small excerpt for an idea.
He was in a tight spot this time. Surrounded by battle hungry demons, His goddess, Genevieve, dead at his feet, and his divine power boost was fading fast. If he was going to continue his mission, he'd have to make it out of this alive. He knelt by Genevieve's corpse, closing his eyes. "Never did understand why you chose me as your champion. I was just a mediocre mage in the right place at the right time. The only thing I was ever good at was running my mouth." He said softly, tears forming in his eyes. He'd failed her. Plain and simple. "I'm sorry, Gen. I should've been by your side." He said as he felt something shift in the air. He opened his eyes in shock as he realized what caused the shift. A lavender colored staff sat where her body had been. As if that didn't throw him for a loop, Genevieve's spirit flowed out of it. She gave him a smile that could have melted an ice cap. "This was no fault of yours, Cecil. It was my destiny to fall in this battle. Just as it is your destiny to fight like the champion you've become. Win, Cecil." She murmured, stroking his cheek. He sat, dumbfounded, as her spirit began to disappear. "And Cecil," She motioned to the staff, "don't waste my gift." With that, she was gone. He considered her words. She conveniently left out his ultimate fate in the battle. Looking around he counted, at least, 400 demons just waiting. Waiting for him to make his move. 400 demons wanting to rip out his soul and have it for lunch. He chuckled as he figured the odds. They weren't even close to being in his favor, but this is what he lived for. A fair fight was too boring, but this, this, was exciting. He would have to mourn the lose of Gen later. He'd have to put everything but the coming fight out of his head. He picked the staff up with a wry grin, feeling it's power. "Your gonna have to work for your supper, you evil fuckheads." He exclaimed, raising up as the words left his mouth. The demons took this as a challenge and began their advance. Cecil's smile turned into a snarl of defiance and delight, as he brought the staff crashing into the first demons chest. With a roar he saw one last vision of Gen and, with every fiber of his being, let out a single word, "FULGUR!!"
He was in a tight spot this time. Surrounded by battle hungry demons, His goddess, Genevieve, dead at his feet, and his divine power boost was fading fast. If he was going to continue his mission, he'd have to make it out of this alive. He knelt by Genevieve's corpse, closing his eyes. "Never did understand why you chose me as your champion. I was just a mediocre mage in the right place at the right time. The only thing I was ever good at was running my mouth." He said softly, tears forming in his eyes. He'd failed her. Plain and simple. "I'm sorry, Gen. I should've been by your side." He said as he felt something shift in the air. He opened his eyes in shock as he realized what caused the shift. A lavender colored staff sat where her body had been. As if that didn't throw him for a loop, Genevieve's spirit flowed out of it. She gave him a smile that could have melted an ice cap. "This was no fault of yours, Cecil. It was my destiny to fall in this battle. Just as it is your destiny to fight like the champion you've become. Win, Cecil." She murmured, stroking his cheek. He sat, dumbfounded, as her spirit began to disappear. "And Cecil," She motioned to the staff, "don't waste my gift." With that, she was gone. He considered her words. She conveniently left out his ultimate fate in the battle. Looking around he counted, at least, 400 demons just waiting. Waiting for him to make his move. 400 demons wanting to rip out his soul and have it for lunch. He chuckled as he figured the odds. They weren't even close to being in his favor, but this is what he lived for. A fair fight was too boring, but this, this, was exciting. He would have to mourn the lose of Gen later. He'd have to put everything but the coming fight out of his head. He picked the staff up with a wry grin, feeling it's power. "Your gonna have to work for your supper, you evil fuckheads." He exclaimed, raising up as the words left his mouth. The demons took this as a challenge and began their advance. Cecil's smile turned into a snarl of defiance and delight, as he brought the staff crashing into the first demons chest. With a roar he saw one last vision of Gen and, with every fiber of his being, let out a single word, "FULGUR!!"