Ah, a world of sword and sorcery. Magic, dungeons, monsters. How fun. Well you're wrong. Absolutely wrong! The sword is an overused weapon and easily outclassed by skills, even though my mana pool is larger than anybody I've ever met I'm still incapable of magic, the dungeons are just there to boost tourism. Can you still die in them? Yes. But that just adds to the experience.

Monsters aren't much fun either. The kingdom of Eza(lands of/kingdom of) lia(angels) has nary a dragon. Let alone a dragon anywhere close to my level. I don't even get nice companions. I met them the third time I ever trusted anyone. I got told there would be a meteor hitting somewhere near the Ezalian border.

Unfortunately that meteor contained some heir to a kingdom in the sky. Solas, he called himself. Solas Soleil. Son of Ra, the guiding light. A god of the twenty-ninth generation. Said he remembered the world being deserts and sand. He was either delusional or from another world. And it was quite clear he had a few screws loose.

The final member of my generation was there too, Vulpes is what he called himself. Just for some relaxation. Pure coincidence. We all got into a fight and destroyed the land nearby bad enough that I started to think Solas' description of the world was right.

Why am I telling you this? Because I've got nothing better to do. I had been reduced to a puddle of flesh coloured goop on the ground after a small altercation. Another reason why a magical world is just a fantasy. Try to start a group with charisma and they end up calling you "my lord" and "he who moves us" after a month. Even worse if one of the high ranking members became the pseudo leader and tried to capture you. Gods... sorry. Me, she's terrifying.

How was I alive as a puddle? Why, I'm a perfect being. After many years of experimentation, I became the pinnacle of living things. My perfect form couldn't be destroyed by anyone. Which hurts to say now that a mortal destroyed it. But, I've already forgotten their face so it practically didn't happen.

My goopy self begins spinning. And then rising. And then forming into the shape of a person. I'm wearing a cloak over my usual clothes and a mask to cover my face. Half white, half gold. Small eyes drawn on.

I was supposed to be going to the my generations weekly meeting spot. Well, I say meeting but it's more like a big arena. We all have a weekly fight. Make sure nobody gets rusty.

Anyway, back to the main subject. Who goopified me. The answer? Some journalist. Detective types, me and them just don't work. My whole public image is being secretive after all. Any information would damage my reputation.

But I did know this one weird trick to find him. You see, whenever I go to sleep. I usually wake up in a place I want to be. No idea why. So I layed back down on the ground and passed out.

To little surprise, I had awoken at the entrance to a large building. Looked like an inn. Large sign out front, big picture of a mug, lots of shouting fron the inside. It made sense why he'd be there.

I entered immediately, the noise didn't stop. The sounds of arguments, conversations and music all blended together into one unintelligible noise.

I sat down at the bar

"Have you seen anybody come through here by the name 'Holmes'?"

I asked.

They shook their head. So I gave them a little nudge. A technique I'd learnt quite early in my research. Just like the body, the soul also responds to threats. Like how you'd instinctively recoil when touching a hot object. The soul works similarly. You just need to apply a small amount of pressure to it.

Poor bartender didn't know what hit him. Well, neither did I. I understand the principles behind the technique, but not why the soul reacts like that. He spilled everything. Even stuff I really didn't want to know. But I got my information. Just up the stairs first door to the left. Coincidentally right above where I was.

I walked up the stairs and knocked on the door.

"Knock knock"

I said.

"Who's there"

A voice replied.

It was harsh and raspy. From the voice I could tell he was at least over fifty.

Another thing, skills. While every person is born with them, most people get very unique ones. Like me. The ones you're born with are called Inherent skills. My inherent skill, Construct, lets me shoot a golden liquid from my body that can harden on command. Incredibly versatile.

I stood there, silently for a second. Preparing a handful of throwing knives with construct. Waiting until I heard him stand up. He eventually did and got closer to the door.

"Hello, who-"

He said.

I immediately threw one knife at him, he caught it mid-air and tried to throw it back. I threw the second and third at his leg to draw attention away from my real target, the neck. He swiftly bent down to grab the second one when I flung the third into him.

When it should've hit him, instead of going straight through him it made a clang sound. Like metal smashing together. I threw a few more but to the same results.

"Huh, Clams? How the hell are you still alive?"

He asked.

"Stop asking questions, Holmes. A dead man doesn't need an answer"

I replied.

The smoke cleared and I saw what he was holding...

Nothing. No weapons, no nothing. He had brass knuckles on one hand but that was it.

"No, I need an answer."

He urged.

"To what?"

I responded.

"How'd you survive that? You were a puddle. That should've killed you"

I laughed

"Theoretically, yes. But, I'm different in practice"

I created a pair of gauntlets with construct and launched myself at him. I nearly got the jump on him when his entire body jolted around and blocked me. He did seem to be struggling. He was shaking after each blow.

"Judging by the way your body is moving, coupled with the fact that you clearly can't take these attacks... you have some kind of auto defense skill. Don't you?"

I said.

"Blocking, to be precise. Never did me any good in this line of work. With an eye as good as yours, I'm surprised I'm the detective."

He replied.

With that comment, I walked up to him and grabbed him by the throat. He did try and block. He tried to grab my hand. But I may have been a bit to riled up to control myself from snapping it off.

"What the hell!"

He gasped.

"This is penance for the comment about my eyes."

I answered.

"You can't just get angry at me without telling me wh-"

He said before I headbutted him.

His hand tried to block me. But the damage from it earlier was too severe. I barely classed as attached. From he looks of it, he didn't have any control over it. It just flopped into my head. Like trying to block a bullet with a bit of paper.

I finally let go of him. His body slumped to the floor.

"Good shot"

He tried to laugh.

"I believe the correct word is per-"

I said.

"Yeah, yeah, I get it perfect. What's the deal with that? It's not a class. Just a you thing?"

He asked.

After politely waiting for him to finish his interruption, I politely interupted his ability to breathe by kicking him in the ribs. The sound, it was like glass. Beautiful.

"It IS a class... just not an official one"

I answered.

He answered after a second of coughing.

"Liar. What could it even do?"

"A lot of things!"

"Like what? Your version seems very... unique"

"It, uh, hmmm. Souls! Thats it. You merge your physical body with your soul. You lose the need for a human form."

"Any other ways of doing that?"

"No... maybe we should widen the definition a bit. How about 'somebody who merges their body with something'?"

"Sounds decent"

At that time, it hit me. Why was I conversing with such an imperfect creatures as a dead man. But he posed a decent conversation. What's more, he helped me come up with a good description of the perfectionist class.

"You were a good talker, have any last words?"

I asked.

"Not really"

He said.

"Nobody you want to speak to before you die? I can guarantee they'll get your message"

"Just one, for you. Learn some empathy. If you had a bit... maybe in another dimension, we could've met on better terms. We might have even become frien-"

"Believing in other dimensions at your age? Aren't people supposed to get wiser as they get old?"

I laughed.

"Not letting a dying old man have his last words at your age."

He sighed. I sat down mext to him.

"You wanna do it yourself?"

I asked.

"What do you mean?"

He asked back.

"I could make you something to end it with. If you're the honourable type. I won't stop you."

I answered.

"I'm fine. It isn't that bad yet."

He laughed a bit more and slumped over.

"Holmes?"

I asked, but nobody answered.

"Already..."

I sighed.

I reached over and raised his head towards me. Unfortunately, just as the light left his eyes.

I dropped his head.

"It's parallel worlds. Not dimensions."

I said, waiting for him to answer.

"And... I'm older than you"

I said again. But to no response.

I sighed and weighed my options. I could do what I came here for, or I could do what I wanted on a whim. But I chose reason. I skimmed over what he had written about me on his desk.

A lot of very detailed things about me. For a while I was considering completely erasing my identify from the world. Dissapear for a bit. And after getting vaporised by a certain somebody, I was feeling more resolved to dissapear than ever.

If any of that ever got into her hands, I'd be less than a puddle.

After looking over his file on me, i raised my hand and said

"Fire"

My hand sparked and a miniscule flame appeared for a second before fizzing out. I tried again but to no avail. So I assumed direct control of every molecule in my body and vibrated them at high speeds until it was hot enough. Unfortunately, this didn't start a fire as I had hoped. But melted the desk and left me scrambling to close the window because my arm evaporated.

So I resorted to putting them into a bin on the way out.

And with that being that, I made my way to the meeting place. I had a good rest when I got there.

"Ahh, Solas, Son of Ra and lord of the rising sun"

Lord of the rising sun huh? Now That's One hell of a title, Now me The son of A god and a mortal, But also a God? Shit, that's too confusing even for my huge brain.

So, what am I actually doing, well I was going to get a drink from the Zeus Bar, But there were these 2 maniac "Vigilantes" Trying to kill me, now what do you do if you have;

1) A set of maniacs trying to kill you

And

2)You want a drink

Well that's self explanatory, kill the maniacs and get a drink. I reached into my pocket and pulled out a small pouch filled with many marbles, each with a different symbol on them.

So let's see, a heart, an hourglass, Ooh this one has a Knife on it, must be deadly.

Now which one to throw it at, The bulky one, or the slim one, Eeny, meeny, miny, moe, Catch a baby by it's toe, If it squeals let it go you are it! Ahh the bulky one.

I threw the marble with as much force as possible, Whilst in the air, it glowed red and then split into two, one half hit the neck, taking the Bulky one's head clean off, the second one rebounded and hit the slim ones arm also taking it off. The slim one started running but then an orange fox figure appeared in his path.

"Where the hell do you think you're going, You one armed bastard" The figure said.

"Please Don't kill me, I have a Family!" The Slim one Responded.

"Bullshit!" The figure shouted "I let you go last week and look who's here now"

"Fine just ******* kill me" The slim one said

"So it will be."

The figure's orange tail sharpened to a rapier-like point And stabbed straight through the slim one's heart, killing him instantly.

"Ahh Vulpes you are a ******* lifesaver" I said, happy he's here

"You owe me one" he responded

"How about a drink at the Zeus Bar?"

"Sounds like a good time!"

Ahh the Zeus bar, what a nice bar, you can find one damn near anywhere. So, What's so special about this bar? Well it specialises in Cocktails.

- Zeus Bar Menu -

-- Specials--

Ambrosia,

A Vodka Pomegranate Mix with a hint of strawberry (30% ABV)

Kaiotik

A spiced Rum mixed with citric acid and with a tint of lemon (65%ABV)

Angelic Spear

A Cherry Flavoured Spirit with minty hints (10%ABV)

(Non alcoholic option available with cherry juice instead)

I Walked up to the bartender

"One Kaiotik Please"

"No"

"Why Not?!"

"You've been stealing money from My customers Sola, I've seen you do it 7 times, Why on earth would I let you get a drink"

"Pretty please with a cherry on top?"

"No!"

"I promise to never steal from your customers ever again"

"Ughhh Fine"

"Thanks"

Vulpes and I were going to sit at the table until a certain person in green archers gear kicked the door open and shouted

"Sola!!!"

"What do you want you elf looking bastard"

"First of all, I'm not an elf, I'm Robin Hood!"

Ahh Robin Hood, some Vigilante who protects the dirt poor. Something bugs me about that though, Almost as if those innocent people have gods like me they can worship and pray to.

"Right, listen here Robin, Let's not make a mess in this fine bar, Let's take this outside"

I Chugged the rest of my Kaiotik and then walked out into the back alley.

"Well, What do we have here, some Elf looking bastard in green clothes"

"I could say the same about you, You blond chloroplast bastard"

"Oh Now things get personal Robin, nobody calls ME a chloroplast and lives!"

Robin Jumped up onto the roof and began firing with such grace and speed that even I had to admit it was pretty good. Judging from the rumours, he was a former military sniper for a dictator god named Bomba. He went by the name of 'white death' before retiring.

"Blighted Arrow!"

He shouted

then a red arrow with a yellow heart shaped tip flew towards me, luckily I managed to dodge it, when it hit the floor it splashed into a pool of yellow liquid that bubbled and smelt terrible.

I had to return with an attack, so instinctively I shouted;

"Sun God Barrage"

I hate to use these but they're my best option. When I was banished by my father Ra, he left me a few sheets of papyrus with some of his spells written down. They could only be used by people with a fragment of his sun, so he didn't care what I did with them. A ray of light shone from the sky above and formed into the shape of a ball and flung itself towards Robin but he managed to dodge by the skin of his teeth.

"God Slayer Arrow"

A bright purple arrow shone whilst loaded in his bow and when it was fired it emitted a low humming sound, it skimmed my face and left a deep scratch mark that started bleeding.

"Sun God Forme I: Titan Fist"

A Colossal flaming fist formed above me, crackling and burning with the rage I felt, I swung my hand down onto Robin and in an instant watched him burn with agonising pain.

"What a performance Solas" Vulpes shouted

"Why thanks" I responded with a raspy voice

"How about we speak Over a drink"

"Sure"

We walked back into the bar and sat down. Without needing to speak. The bartender handed me the empty glass and refilled it.

"So, what have you been up to?"

I asked.

"I've been trying to learn cleaning magic from an old friend"

He responds, with a slight hint of annoyance in his voice.

"I didn't think any of your old friends were still kicking"

I laughed.

"Solas..."

He said sternly.

"Ok, ok, ok, I'm sorry but still. Wouldn't they need to be a god to live that long?"

I said.

He raised his hand and said

"One angelic spear with no alcohol please"

The bartender handed him his drink and he took a sip. The sip turned into a chug and the chug turned into him downing the whole thing.

He turned to me and said

"Something like that, she's got a kid now"

He raised his hand again as he yelled

"One ambrosia with gold flakes"

"Gold flakes? Thought you hated those."

I said.

"For Clams"

He replied bluntly.

"Ah, besides that. You can really hold your liquor can't you."

I said, trying to lighten the mood.

"It's non-alcoholic"

He finished, shutting me down in the process.

The most I could let out was just 'oh'.

"And a high alcohol tolerance was needed for those royal balls I used to attend"

He started.

"Royal balls? What were you, a noble?"

I continued.

"Close enough"

He said, sadly.

He stood up and grabbed the ambrosia.

"I'll be heading out then."

As usual, he's the least chaotic out of all of us. So sensible and calm. I soaked in that tranquility for a while before my previous thoughts were broken apart and stamped on by a loud roar and the sound of all hell breaking loose outside.

I let out a sigh and walked out of the bar without paying.

There was no damage to the buildings, just monsters attacking. I saw that pointy eared **** shooting at some of them so I took my chance and fired a marble at him. The marble stopped mid air. I readied my fist and it began emanating a red and orange crackling glow. I punched the marble and my fist released a small explosion that sent the marble flying.

"Take that you self righteous asshole!"

I yelled.

He turned just before the marble struck him in-between the eyes. It came flying back to me and I carefully dropped it into the pouch. I turned away and began to head to Clams.

"A fox spirit? Nonsense, that could never exist"

"The nine tailed unifier is just a myth, grow up a little would you!"

Many times have I been forced to listen to these words over and over again and be unable to say anything back for fear of exposing my revival. Correct, a fox spirit shouldn't exist but somehow I'm here so that clearly means nothing. And I'm not a myth, at the very least refer to me as a legend. Who do you think you have to thank for your peace? Never mind that, I am the Nine tailed unifier, Vulpes. The one who nearly ruled the world and united it under nine of the most pristine tails to ever exist. But I was sealed in a stone for many years and when I had woken up, nobody remembered me but a bunch of quack cultists and the very very elite of society.

Despite my many complaints, the me who was sitting on a rock was quite content to simply live out the rest of his days fluffing up those at oh-so magnificent tails. But that never lasted forever.

A ball rolled towards me followed by a small boy falling to the dirt next to it with a thump. He looked up and asked.

"Who are you?"

In an exited tone.

Before I could respond, his mother ran over and picked him up. I didn't hear everything she said to him but it was mainly about how I was dangerous and how he should be more careful. She turned and walked over to me.

"Hey"

She sighed.

"Hey princess"

I said and giggled slightly.

She flinched before saying

"Actually, people call me a witch now"

There was a long, awkward silence that felt like it dragged on for hours before she finally spoke up

"Have you... gotten any of your memories back?"

This again

"For the last time! I don't know what memories you're talking about"

I said, getting angrier.

"Look, Carniv-"

"Vulpes"

I interupted.

"That's just what you call yourself now!"

"Because it's my name!"

I yell again. And it looks like that shut her up.

She sniffed and mumbled

"No it's not"

And walked away.

She walked over to her child and raised her hand. It began to glow a pale blue and the dirt rose from him and disappeared. I stood up, astonished from the display she had just put on. A wondrous magic that I had never known. Cleaning magic. A faster solution to my constant tail cleaning. I stood up and tapped her shoulder.

"Teach me"

I said.

"Why should I?"

She replied, still tearing up.

"I'll try and get this 'Carniv's' memories back if you do"

I continued.

"Really?"

She asked, wiping away at the few tears.

"Yes. And until then, I'll try to treat you like he did. So who was he to you?"

"He was like a father. Far better than my actual one"

I sighed, glad it wasn't one of the many options she could have said.

"Ok, just teach me and I'll try when I'm back from training."

I began to walk away before she grabbed my shoulder and handed me a pendant.

"It's something I found in a dungeon."

She said, finally smiling.

Thats the first time she's smiled at me since the time I had only just woken up and she thought I was Carniv. It's a nice feeling though, just seeing it after so long.

I walked into the bar and there was a small scuffle with a few vigilantes and Solas but other than that and Solas' distasteful jokes, nothing much happened. The interesting stuff never happens in a bar. Only after it. I lifted the pendant to eye level and inspected it. It was cut with sharp corners into an octohedron. It was a dark green and a small lime sphere glowed in the middle. There were no traces of chaos on it so I thought it couldn't be important.

Whilst mana is used by most creatures, gods use a different resource. A god's vow that they take when they ascend is always a way to create chaos somehow. Killing people causes chaos. Losing a fight causes mental chaos. No matter the type, this is what fuels a gods power. Without it, they wouldn't be able to access their strongest form.

The pendant only had traces of princess's mana on it so it couldn't be an issue. I do wonder what would happen if I used a little mana on it. I felt a shock run through my hand and into the pendant, the green glow increased in size and it felt like the flesh not covered by fur was burning and the fur was being torn out. I let out a roar, but something was different. I wasn't the one making it. The last thing I saw before passing out was a large fox with many layers of fangs.

A large banquet hall appeared before me. Only two people sat at each end of it. I couldn't see their faces because I was watching by peeking from behind the wall. All I could make out was one elderly man and one little girl. They both had dark green hair and a large silver tray just shorter than the table was layed across it. A maid came up to it and pulled off the lid revealing the contents. It was filled with hands and legs of people with a head in the middle. The maid recoiled at the sight but quickly recovered and began to pour the old man a drink. I felt my stomach churn. The maid's hand shook slightly and a bit of the wine spilt on the table.

The old man raised his hand and hit the maid in the head before pointing to the middle of the tray.

"Do you want to end up like her?"

"N-No"

She whimpered.

The ****** his knife into her shoulder and yelled

"Don't talk back to me"

The maid was curled up into a ball and was repeatedly saying sorry under her breath. Every time her cries made a loud enough sound, he would stamp his foot on the handle of the knife in her shoulder. Sending it deeper.

"Mucos!"

He screamed.

"Yes father"

The child said.

"Use that useless magic of yours and close the wound"

He said.

"May I re-"

"You are to leave the knife in her shoulder when you do it."

He interupted.

He picked up the bottle and poured it on the shivering body. He raised his index finger and a small flame appeared.

"Be thankful I'm kind enough not to cook you now!"

He snapped.

The girl glanced at me before going back to eating, the same expression on her face the entire time. That was when-

a small, weak fist hit me in the nose and I shot up. I rubbed my eyes and looked around at the burning town. Overrun with large wolves and a lone green hooded corpse.

"What happened?"

I said.

"That pendant was only meant to cause minor problems for the wearer"

She began.

"The pendant did this?"

I asked.

"Kinda, it was meant to be payback for making me cry earlier"

She laughed and almost immediately went blank.

"You destroyed the entire village!"

I shouted.

I plucked a hair from my tail and it turned stiff and sharp like a needle. I readied my fingers to shoot it at her but I hesitated. After seeing that bastard of a father I can't help but see princess as that girl. A wolf lunged at her from behind and I flicked the hair at it. It hit it straight in the neck and it collapsed.

"What did I do then?"

I asked.

"I don't know, how much mana did you put into it?"

"Was there a limit?"

"No"

"Why isn't there?"

"You wouldn't kill a rabbit with the the same force you'd use to kill a dragon would you?"

I thought for a moment before giving up. She was right. No matter if I intended to just fry the mana circuit inside or to create a bomb, I was in the wrong. I got up and turned back at her before shouting

"I'll be back okay, I'm going to be late"

As I walked away

"Promise"

She said, making that same sad look as the girl in the dream.

And with that I ran out of range of the town and threw away the pendant. She wasn't lying when she said she was a witch. I feel like I'm getting soft. I just felt an unusual sense of guilt whenever I thought of that girl. After that small chain of thoughts, I began my leisurely stroll to the charred former grassland of the arena where Clams is probably fighting Solas and knowing Clams, if I don't get there quick then Solas is going to lose an arm.