THE KING OF HELL

THE PROMICE OF VENGEANCE

Vittesh was surrounded by a bleak, depressing panorama of devastation. The fields, which had once been colorful, were now burnt and dead, and the air was heavy with the pungent smell of death and burning. Red-eyed from tears, he gazed unseen at the wreckage of his house. The Hellking's army caused complete destruction, turning his family and all he knew into ashes. A growing sensation of wrath mixed with grief gnawed at his heart. Amidst all of this confusion, Vittesh's mind settled on one thing: revenge. Vittesh stood in the middle of the debris, his sword still clenched in his shaking hand. The blade, an heirloom handed down through the years, represented his resolve more than it did a weapon at this point. As the sun set and vast shadows covered the landscape, he made his promise. At any cost, he would defeat the Hellking.

In the days following the attack, Vittesh's determination only grew. He buried his family with reverence, the final act of a son bereft of all but his memories. Each grave, marked by simple stones, became a testament to his promise. The pain of loss transformed into a fierce, unyielding resolve. Vittesh knew he could not take on the Hellking alone, but he would find a way. He had to. With nothing but his father's sword and the few provisions he could salvage, Vittesh set out on a journey that would take him far beyond the familiar fields of his childhood. He had heard whispers of a group of rebels who opposed the Hellking—a glimmer of hope in a world gone dark.

Vittesh's resolve only strengthened in the days that followed the attack. With great regard, he laid his family to rest—the last gesture of a son left with nothing but his memories. Simple stones marked each burial, which served as a memorial to his vow. The sorrow of loss gave way to an intense, unwavering determination. Vittesh would find a way, even though he knew he could not defeat the Hellking on his own. He was forced to. Taken on a voyage that would take him far beyond the familiar fields of his youth, Vittesh set off with nothing but his father's sword and the few food he could save. A ray of light in a world gone dark—he had heard rumors of a gang of rebels who fought the Hellking.

During the third night of his mission, Vittesh finds himself in a thick forest, with darkness enveloped by the canopy overhead. Tired and nervous, he came across a fading light in the distance. He cautiously walked over, attracted by the prospect of warmth and even friendship. He observed a lone guy sitting by a campfire as it drew closer, the flames creating swirling shadows across his face. Vittesh walked close to the man

and he glanced up. His blue eyes appeared to pierce the darkness with keen insight. He was tall and slender, and he had a strong and mysterious serenity about him. Vittesh paused, unsure of the stranger's motives, although the man did not appear antagonistic.

“Sit down by the fire,”the stranger encouraged them. He spoke confidently and eloquently, no room for argument or disagreement.'Hey, you must be tired.’ Vittesh sat down on a log close to the fire and nodded. The heat melted the frost that had set deep in his bones.

“Thank you,” he murmured, barely lifting his voice above a whisper.“My name is Sirius,”the guy said, raising his hand.“Why are you here, without weapons and all by yourself ?”Vittesh,” he said, holding out his hand to shake Sirius’s hand.“I am going to… find a way to stop the Hellking.”With the burden of his statement, his voice trailed off.

Sirius's curiosity caused his eyes to twitch."A worthwhile but risky cause. The Hellking is a formidable foe.Vittesh nodded, his gaze darting back to the destiny of his family."I am aware.I can't lose anything left, though.After observing him for a while, Sirius slowly nodded. In a low voice, he continued,"I understand loss." And I recognize when retribution is necessary. Maybe it was destined for our paths to intersect.Vittesh grasped his hand and a sense of connection spread.

As they shared their stories by the flickering light of the campfire, Vittesh learned more about Sirius. His companion had once been a soldier, a man of valor and principle, until the Hellking’s forces decimated his home and family.Driven by his own quest for retribution, Sirius had developed formidable abilities—telekinesis, mind control, and element manipulation. His powers, honed through years of struggle, were both a blessing and a burden.“Telekinesis?”Vittesh asked, intrigued and a little awed.Sirius nodded.“I can move objects with my mind, manipulate their forms.It’s useful in battle and for survival.

”He demonstrated by lifting a log from the ground with a mere flick of his fingers, guiding it smoothly through the air before setting it down gently by the fire. Vittesh watched in amazement.

"And mind control ?a dangerous gift,” Sirius admitted, his eyes darkening."I can influence thoughts, bend weaker wills to my own. But it’s not something I use lightly. The ethical lines are blurred, and it’s easy to lose oneself in the power.”And the elements?”Vittesh pressed, fascinated. Sirius extended his hand, and a small whirlwind of dust and leaves spiraled into existence.“I can command the elements—wind, fire, water, and earth. Not always to a great extent, but enough to turn the tide in a fight or escape a dangerous situation.”Vittesh could hardly believe what he was hearing.

"With powers like that, why haven’t you taken on the Hellking yourself?”

Sirius’s expression grew somber.

“Powers alone aren’t enough. The Hellking has legions of followers, powerful artifacts, and knowledge of dark magics. It takes more than raw power to defeat him—it takes strategy, allies, and a deeper understanding of his weaknesses.

”Vittesh’s resolve only hardened at these words."Then we must find those weaknesses.Together, we can plan and gather others who share our cause.”

The next morning, with the rising sun casting golden light through the trees, Vittesh and Sirius formalized their alliance. They had shared their pasts, their grief, and their resolve by the fire’s warmth. Now, they were comrades united by a common goal.“We need to find others who oppose the Hellking,” Vittesh said as they broke camp.“There must be those who resist his tyranny.”Sirius nodded. “I know of a few places where dissent still brews in the shadows. Villages and towns that have suffered under the Hellking’s rule. We can start there, recruit those willing to fight.” They set off together, moving through the forest with a newfound purpose. Vittesh’s knowledge and swordsmanship, combined with Sirius’s powers, made them a formidable pair. Along the way, Sirius taught Vittesh about the practical applications of his abilities—how to recognize and counter elemental attacks, how to guard his mind against intrusion, and the subtleties of telekinetic combat.

They started sharing stories about themselves in bomfire in the forest in night,

Vittesh told his story about how he get to this country and what happened to him

and his family.