Those Accursed Overlords Are Taking Over The World

The world had abandoned him.

Left for dead.

Buried in the bodies of his mother, father, and little sister- the man-

The young man-

Sprouted out his arm like a plant.

Gasping for air.

Streaks of sunlight came through the rubble- the broken wood- and the broken world-

”Someone- anyone- ”

Breathless-

Powerless-

But there was no one here-

At least no one alive.

Not anymore.

Two days ago-

Without a warning, something had fallen from the sky- flattening everything.

Rumble!

Just as the family of four were having dinner- just at that time- the sky lit up- and so did half of the village-

Flints- the young mans parents immediately covered both Flint and his sister; his mother cast a defensive spell- as his father held up a shield.

Both were former adventurers- and they knew a disaster when they saw one.

But since they saw it- they could stop it-

Right?

Slosh!

Yet-

The house obliterated- and his parents fried just before his eyes- just like that.

He and his sister fell below the rubble- trapped…

Flint himself had third-degree burns- barely holding onto his life. His sister had it worse-

”Flo- ” His sister managed- before breathing her last-

Flint saw it all.

He saw how his mother smiled for one last time-

He saw how his father groaned before going-

He saw his sister- crying for the very last time-

The light leaving from her eyes-

And though he wanted to scream-

He couldn .

Though he wanted to move his parents dead cold bodies and come out of the debris- he couldn .

He just-

Couldn –

Even after two days-

He couldn .

Im I going to die like this? Tears didn roll-

Theyd long dried up.

Words didn come out-

There was nothing to say.

No one to say to.

And taking a breath was too much of an effort…

”Someone… ” The voice barely came out.

”Anyone… ” His eyes started closing…

If I sleep now-

Perhaps hed never wake up again.

And perhaps the pain would cease to be…

Perhaps-

Hed never-

Flint was an apprentice.

An apprentice Rune Knight.

He had a teacher- and according to that teacher, he was a natural.

Fueled with pride in his abilities- hed practiced more than anything else- and did win the praise of his father.

But- ”You
e too predictable son. ” His father would laugh…

But now hed never laugh again…

And now-

Flint would never be able to realize that dream.

He didn have any.

Not anymore-

”Damn! ” Flint tried- but he couldn move his fathers corpse…

It was too much of an effort.

Living was too much of an effort.

Why-

Why did this happen?

What did he ever do wrong?

What?

Was wanting a good life- a happy life- really a sin?

Did God punish him for wanting happiness?

Or was the devil jealous of his family?

Why?

Why did this have to happen to him?

Who the ** did this?

Did he want to go down like this?

Was he just going to accept everything and die?

No…

Fire.

Fires of anguish-

Fires of desperation-

And fires… of rage.

Steps-

Flints ears perked up.

He heard something.

Something in the distance- ”Help! ” He managed, not quite able to speak, and yet- ”Help! ” The voice rose-

A sudden burst of warmth- a sudden burst of hope-

And though he couldn move his parents corpses.

Though he couldn move the debris-

He shouted.

Yet- the steps only got more and more distant.

”No- ”

Hope replaced by dread- and then despair…

”NO!- ” Screaming-

His last shot-

Someone was here-

And if he, Flint didn get help now-

Hed really die-

And hed never be able to avenge his family-

Hed never be able to-

”NO!!!! ” In a flash of a second, adrenaline and mana rushed through his veins for one final time- giving him a blue glow- as he blasted through the corpses and the debris- ”Work! Move-! ” He forced his body- he forced himself- almost bursting some veins-

Infusion.

Mana infusion- a unique technique of the Rune knight class.

Used to make the physical body of a knight stronger for a limited period of time.

Something- hed never been able to achieve before.

It should have been a great achievement even during the later stages of his knight career-

But that didn matter-

Hed heard someone and-

And as Flint stared around-

The runes.

The runes of his village.

Not a single house- remained intact.

Not a villager remained standing.

Dead bodies- and the same smell.

Burnt-

Death.

And in their midst- a woman.

The sun behind her almost blinded Flint for a second but-

A woman with blue hair- horns and red eyes.

And a black coat.

Demon.

Flack demon.

”You… did this? ” Flints voice seeped with anger- the blue aura still pouring out.

Reason didn work.

He hadn slept in two days-

He hadn eaten in two days-

And he certainly hadn stopped thinking-

Not just the aura- raw hostility poured out.

Along with the unbridled rage-

”I thought I heard a rat, but didn think it was still capable of standing- ” She turned his way.

Symmetrical face, fair- beautiful.

Cold- melancholic almost.

But-

But Flint picked up a stone- and threw it- his arm immediately going numb as the glow ran out.

The stone crashed against the woman- or rather the barrier before the woman- being obliterated to pieces.

She started walking-

To Flints way-

”Even if I had, what can you possibly do to me? Powerless rat? ” Voice strong-

Eyes, glaring.

Aura-

Death.

”Ill kill you- ” Flint fell head first- barely able to breathe. His body had gone through too much. ”Even if it kills me… even if It… ” Eyes closed- breath slowing… ”Kills me… ”

Flint-

Had reached his limit.

The woman slouched down, checked for a pulse, and threw a vial of red liquid on the mans body.

Sizzle-

And smoke-

The minor burns healed.

The horrible scrawny body and deep puncture wounds- did not.

She poked him with a stick. ”Hmmm…. More of a Roach than a Rat. ”

That said, she picked him up- and carried him like a potato sack. ”Smells like a Rat though- ” She mumbled to herself, starting her walk.

”My-parents- ” A voice came. ”Bury- ”

Brows raised. ”Weren you going to kill me? ” She shrugged. ”Besides- they
e dead. And so is the rest of your village. Im sure they won care if they rot above or below ground. ”

Flint wanted to say things- a lot of things-

If he left now-

If-

Reaching his hands out, MOTH-

But for the final time of the day-

He passed out.

And this time-

Without the searing pain.

Yet- tears dripped out.