Y/n grew up knowing nothing but pain and fear, he was the son of a family that treated him like a beast. until one day, he find out that his power is something no mere mortal could control..
I was in my room, the basement. Reading through some of the dusty old books left down here throughout the years. I closed the cover of my latest read and placed it on the large pile I had already read, the sheer weight of books caused the stack to topple over with a loud crash! When the dust cleared and everything was quiet again i sighed and began to clean up the mess... then a book from out of the corner of my eye peaked my interest... I walked over and read the title
Y/n: "interesting, 'gods of this world'? How could any god let people suffer? Maybe this book will tell me why I've never been saved... or why my family haven't been punished for what they do to me."
I started reading the book, each chapter spoke of a different god or Divine artefact bestowed to the world by the gods. Then one chapter in particular caught my attention. It spoke of 4 rings of power, each hummed with energy when worn by one deemed worthy to hold it. Wait a minute, hum with power? Grandads ring feels like it has power in it... I wonder...
As I removed the ring from its hiding place in the floor, I could hear that voice return home. Father. And his first order of business was to come and relieve some stress by beating me. Sure enough, I heard the door open and his booming voice call done to me
Ghira: "BOY! You better prepare yourself."
I hid in the darkened corner behind a stack of books, listening to his footsteps down the stairs
Ghira: "hiding from me? You'll pay for that too."
I grabbed the ring from the floorboard I hid it under and slipped it on. I was fed up of being a punching bag. Why I chose to finally have some confidence and stand up for myself I may never know.
Y/n: "I'm here father." I emerged from the book pile and stood confidently with my fists clenched.
Ghira: "good. Next time... come when I call for you!" He punched me in the gut and I flew backwards to the stone wall.
I could feel my ring growing hotter and pulsing with energy. As if uncovering a memory, my brain began to show me images of myself thrusting my fist in the air then punching the ground sending a shockwave of lightning in all directions. Naturally I took this as a sign and as I was about to copy the images I had just seen in my head... Ghira lunged at me and forced my body into the wall with such force the wall around me began to crack and crumble.
Ghira: "you broke the wall! You'll pay for that!" He began to unrelentingly lay into me, punching every part of my body in quick succession. I don't know how long it went on for, I felt like I was about to keel over. I was at my limit! Much to my relief he stopped and stood back for a moment, admiring his handiwork as I stood there, my head down in defeat
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My body began to grow hotter, steam rising from all across my body. my head was still down, and my eyes were shut. But, I knew he was about to punch me again, so I dodged. I dodged with such instantaneous speed he couldn't counter it!
