User blog:JustAlex93/Krad: The Origin of Revenge

Disclaimer: I do not own the rights to Monster Girl Encyclopedia, Kenkou Cross does. I did, however, create Krad and High Priest Adrius Gordian.

'''Author's Warning: Contains material not suitable for younger readers. Adult discretion is highly advised!!'''

Krad: The Origin of Revenge by JustAlex93

Within the neutral Kingdom of Gaiperal on a moonlit night, a village burned to the ground, with its denizens dead, some burned at the stake. Within this village, a young boy with messy black hair and olive skin laid badly beaten and slowly dying, tears running down his face. This unfortunate child, is Krad.

Up until this night, he lived a peaceful life in the village of Granaledo with his family, until they came.

You see, the Kingdom of Gaiperal is at war with the Order of the Chief God, a powerful major religious organization which rules over a significant portion of the human population. Though the Order fights to keep the monster girls at bay, its higher echelons are filled with corrupt and unscrupulous clergymen fueled by greed and a lust for power with no regard for the common man, though there are those who are genuinely good. Moreover, the Order is also regarded by some, and rightly so, to be fanatical, whether in dealing with the lusty non-human beauties, or targeting those who don't practice their religion. The Order declared war on the Kingdom of Gaiperal for not practicing their religion, and a conflict broke out between the two powers. Along with your typical skirmishes, there were reports of Orderite legions invading and razing villages within Gaiperal's lands.

The latter was exactly what had happened in Granaledo that night. A legion of Orderites lead by a corrupt high priest named Adrius Gordian came upon the village, and had its people rounded up to be executed for not worshipping the Chief God. In an act of sadism, Gordian forced Krad to watch as his men burned his family aive at the stake, their agonized screams forever burned in his mind. Afterwards, he was beaten by the Orderites and then left for dead, as the village was burned down.

Krad struggled to get up onto his feet, his thoughts turning to the atrocities that left him without a family and his home destroyed. His heart was being filled with a powerful desire; A desire for revenge. Revenge against the people who destroyed his village, executed his family, and stole away his innocence. He reared his head and let out a scream of rage and agony toward the heavens, as he fell onto his knees.

He thought to himself, the cruelly-smiling face of Adrius Gordian coming to mind, "That man took everything from me. He took it all. I will get him for this, if I ever live...! I will make him pay for what he did to me!"

At that moment, a smooth feminine voice sounded out, addressing him, "My, my, I never would have thought that I'd find such a powerful desire for revenge in such a young one like yourself."

He looked up to see a woman standing before him. Certainly, she is beautiful in an exotic yet sinister way, with skin brown like caramel and dark purple hair reaching down her back and flowing like a river. She also has crimson red eyes. She wears a dark purple suit of armor over a black chiton, along with a metallic black laurel wreath crowning her head.

"Who are you," Krad asked weakly, to which she replies, "I am Nemesis, the Goddess of Revenge and Divine Retribution, and your desire for vengeance has drawn me here. I think you have potential, little one, especially with the right training. Now, I have a bargain for you."

"What is it?" quips the young boy, to which the goddess replies, "In return for acting as one of my Champions to carry out my will as I see fit, I heal you and give you the means to get revenge upon that disgusting high priest who had your family killed and you left for dead."

Now that got his attention, as he then gives her offer a thought. After a moment or two, Krad's face hardened as he replies, "I'll take it. If it means that I have to do your bidding in order to destroy that wretched man who ruined everything for me, so be it," as he then reached his hand out towards hers.

"Good," she smiled sinisterly, before she took Krad's hand, indicating that the deal was sealed. At that moment, Krad's wounds were beginning to heal, even as he found the strength to get back up onto his feet.

He then asks respectfully, "M'lady Nemesis, when will we begin my training to become one of your Champions?"

"In a moment, little Krad," smiled Nemesis at his politeness, as she then snapped her fingers. The moment that she did so, they disappeared in a flash of purplish light.

They now found themselves in a dark-looking realm of dark clouds, lightning storms, and what appears to be a desolate wasteland with evil-looking structures.

"Welcome to my realm," said Nemesis, "Here is where you will begin your training to become one of my Champions. My angels will act as your tutors. They will teach you everything you will need to know."

Krad nodded, as he then asked, "When can I meet your angels, Lady Nemesis?"

"Right now," she replied, as she then snapped her fingers again, to which two sinister-looking angels with crimson-feathered wings appeared in flashes of red light, as they both ask in unison, "What is your bidding, our goddess?"

Nemesis replied to them, "You and some of the other angels are to train this young boy to become one of my Champions. He seeks vengeance against the Orderite high priest Adrius Gordian for destroying his village and killing his family, and has agreed to become a Champion in return for the chance at revenge. Thus is my bidding."

"As you command, Lady Nemesis," they affirmed, as they then turned to Krad. One of them said to him, "Come with us, child, we will give the training you need to become a Champion of Nemesis."

With that, Krad went with the angels to begin his training to become powerful enough to achieve his vengeance against Gordian and his men for destroying everything he held dear that fateful night.

For the past fifteen years, Krad trained under the tutelage of the Angels of Nemesis, taking to it like a horse to water. His drive impressed them. His strength had increased by a significant amount, his intellect was refined, his reflexes sharpened to a fine point, and his durability was fortified among other things. He was also gifted with the ability to wield combative magic along with other abilities which Nemesis' blessing allowed him to access. He was also taught in the arts of espionage and reconnaissance, as well as to wield all weapons ranged and melee. Krad found himself favoring swords, zweihanders in particular.

After his graduation as a newly-minted Champion, he was sent out on his first task from Nemesis; to participate with four other Champions in an upcoming skirmish between the Gaiperal forces and a legion of Orderites at Gatilams Depths. Using her power, Nemesis magically teleported Krad to the area. Upon his arrival, he went to where the Gaiperal forces are stationed, and met up with the four Champions that he was to fight alongside.

One of them, a bald brawny man wielding a menacing morningstar named Mun, remarked with a deep throaty voice, "So, you're Krad. One of Lady Nemesis' angels spoke highly of you, saying that you were quite dedicated to your training."

Krad nodded and replied, "Yes, I'm Krad. I'm supposed to join up with you four and Gaiperal's men for the skirmish against some Orderite fools what dare to defy us in the name of their impotent Chief God. Nemesis thinks lowly of her, not only for getting defeated and badly injured by the Demon Lord Lilith and her husband, but also for allowing the high echelons of her Order to become cesspools of greed and political corruption. Pathetic piles of garbage, they are."

Another one of the four Champions, a sinister-looking woman with a muscular figure wearing a pair of spiked gauntlets named Ghareo, said, "Dedicated to your training or not, you're still new to the battlefield. Still, your chance to prove yourself is coming very, very soon. I'd like to see how much damage you would cause in your first outing as a Champion. Put Lady Nemesis' blessing and your training to good use and you may live to see yourself drenched in the blood of your foes!"

He replied to her, "Oh, I intend to. I will strike terror and fear into the hearts of the Orderites this very day as I stain the ground with their entrails, maybe even make a reputation for myself on the battlefield."

"Heh heh heh heh heh heh heh! That's the spirit," Ghareo made a predatory smirk at his response.

The third of the four Champions, a grizzled-looking man with a broadsword and shield wearing a worn-looking black cape with his armor named Stol, puts in his two bits, "Seeing as you've only recently graduated as a newly-minted Champion on your first outing on the field of battle, what I can tell you is that you would be wise not to underestimate everyone you meet. Who knows if this enemy legion has a hero or two among them. They could still kick your ass if the odds aren't in your favor. Be aware of your surroundings and of who your allies and enemies are. I should know; I've been a Champion for many years now, having taken down many an enemy on the field of battle. They call me Stol the Bloody Cutter."

"Stol the Bloody Cutter," smirked Krad, holding out his hand to offer a handshake, "Some of the angels that trained me spoke highly of you. Plus, I've seen your statue in the training hall. I've heard many great things about you as my training went on. I heard of how you single-handedly slaughtered five entire legions without anybody else helping you."

Stol grinned, shaking his hand, as he replied, "Aye, it's true. I roared up to the heavens after killing off the last foe, though I was utterly exhausted afterwards. Lady Nemesis, for my efforts, allowed me to go on holiday for a month's rest before I resumed my duties."

The fourth Champion is a figure dressed in a dark purple cloak with a necklace that has a pendant of Nemesis' sigil. Their face was hidden by a shadow within their hood. In their right hand is a tome, indicating to Krad that this Champion is a mage of some kind.

"And what might your name be, spellcaster?" he asked the cloaked mage, to which they replied in a distorted voice, "I am Bhelo. I hope that we can cooperate well together in this upcoming skirmish, Krad. What weapon did Lady Nemesis gift you with?"

Krad smiled wickedly, as he pulled a zweihander from his back and held it out for the Champions to see. It measured 5'3" in length and had a thick, double-edged black blade with a spear-like tip. Even though the blade did not have the hook for hooking onto the shields of enemy combatants, it did not appear to need it. The sword's edges are undoubtedly very sharp. Where the pommel would be is a shiny jewel that is red like blood.

"Ah," smiled Stol in recognition of the weapon, "I've seen that blade many times in the armory of Nemesis' realm. That is Devoratrix Ater, the Black Devourer. To think that Lady Nemesis gifted such a sinister beauty of a weapon to you, I've a hunch she sees much potential in you making the best of its abilities."

"Oh, I intend to," the crimson-armored Champion replied, "I will use it to make it rain with the blood of those pompous zealots! If any hero gets in my way, I'll give them no quarter! They are stepping stones in my path for revenge against a certain high priest."

"Adrius Gordian, right?" asked Bhelo, "Heard of what he did to Granaledo fifteen years ago. I hear he and his legion are still active in the Order's war against Gaiperal, so am I certain that you might have your chance for revenge against that old codger soon enough, my friend."

"That's good," smiled Krad with a nod, even as Devoratrix Ater's ebony blade gleamed menacingly.

Sometime later, the skirmish had begun, with Gaiperal soldiers and Orderites crossing blades and shooting arrows at each other on a potentially bloody battlefield, even as the Champions of Nemesis slaughter their way through the Orderites. They were either cut down, destroyed by an offensive spell, bludgeoned into a bloody mess, or any other horrific killing blows.

Krad himself, putting his training to use, was cutting down Orderite soldiers by the dozens, their blood absorbed by Devoratrix Ater. An enemy mage attempted to attack with a fireball spell, only for Krad to block the projectile with his blade, which absorbed it. Turning to the opposing mage with a wicked smile, he points Devoratrix Ater at his foe, causing the fireball to be launched back at him. The mage was too shocked to even put up a defense, as he was struck by his own fireball, causing him to go up in flames.

"Get burned to a crisp, you little bitch!" Krad growled out victoriously, as he then turned toward a small group of Orderite soldiers foolishly charging towards him with spears to try and put an end to his life.

"How amusing," he said to himself, as he then jumped over the charging spearmen, causing them to miss him.

He then charged up magical energy within Devoratrix Ater's blade, before swinging out and unleashing a destructive slash wave of energy that cuts the spearmen down into pieces.

"That will take care of them," Krad said to himself, satisfied with his work of brutally killing the Orderite spearmen.

"Heretic!" he heard a young male voice cry out towards him.

He turned around fast to see a young man with white skin, blonde hair, and sapphire blue eyes dressed in fancy-looking armor. On the newcomer's breastplate is the sigil of the Order. In his hands are a sword and shield, both of which looking fancy and very powerful. On his face is a cocky-looking expression, as if thinking that he could conquer any obstacle in his way of fulfilling his duty to the Chief God.

Krad scoffed, realizing now that an Order hero had come to pick a fight with him during this skirmish. From his assessment, it looked to be the hero's first time on the battlefield.

"So, first time on the battlefield, am I right?" he asked the hero, who replied, "Why, yes. By my hands, you will die for your heresy, for refusing to acknowledge the authority of the Chief God! Have at you!"

The Champion of Nemesis himself sneered, "Foolishness! Hero or not, you will die here. Your arrogance and lack of experience will do you in on this very day," even as he pointed Devoratrix Ater at his foe.

"Bastard," the hero growled as he charged towards Krad with a war cry and a glowing white aura to indicate that he is putting his goddess' blessing to use, his sword arm reared back to try and strike him down with his sacred blade.

He himself stood his ground, holding his weapon in a reverse grip and ready to swing. Just as the hero got close enough while thinking that Krad would not be able to react in time, the sound of metal piercing flesh and armor sounded out. The Order hero's eyes widened in pain and shock while becoming bloodshot, as he looked down to see Devoratrix Ater's black blade having pierced through his aura, as well as his armor.

Before he could even scream out in agony, Krad shifted his sword, cutting upwards through his torso and his head, vertically splitting his upper body in half and causing blood to gush out like a fountain. The Order hero was slain.

"Fool that he was," the Champion of Nemesis smiled wickedly while wetting Devoratrix Ater's blade with his fallen enemy's blood as the magical weapon absorbed it.

Some Orderite soldiers nearby that witnessed the one-sided slaughter of the hero were horrified that the Champion of Nemesis had killed him in such a brutal fashion and relishing in the bloodshed. They were so horrified that they immediately dropped their weapons and ran off screaming in terror, but they didn't get far. Krad soon came upon them, and of course, cut them down with his wicked black blade.

"Cowards," he grumbled in disdain, before he then

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