Post #2139828 in The Legend of the Kyuun, and the gods of Airl, a roleplay on RPG

The village was a mess, to say the least. It was encouraging, however, to see several civilians fighting back; easily defeating the weaker demons. Cray had found it surprisingly easy to reach the village, his "friends" didn't dare let any of the putrid creatures touch their master. That said, the boy had quickened his pace. The rising stench of fresh blood mad him yearn to vomit where he was standing. His mouth firmly clamped together, Cray carefully stepped over the grisly carcasses before quickly fleeing to one of the small empty houses; not daring to look back.

He slammed the door behind him, sliding down the rotting wood as he fought to keep his breath under control. What was there to do? He knew something had changed about him ever since the Harvester ants had attacked him, his entire body was vibrating with a new-found power. The boy had suddenly gained the ability to communicate with insects - which was quite frankly. splendid to know - but was that it? He had already done what he could do with this new skill by summoning all of the arthropods within this area to help. Cray, on all fours, crawled towards the open window and peeked out. What a sight to behold. However, what seemed to catch his attention was the boy lying down in the middle. The child's eyebrows rose, as a beam of golden light burst from his chest. He lifted his chin as this light shot upwards into the sky and through the clouds. Not only that, but this radiation of magic made any demon around the stranger turn into solid gold.

What a nifty skill. Thought Cray, before sitting down; his back against the mud-packed wall.
After about a minute of negotiation with himself, the boy decided to summon Alfar. Maybe he would know what exactly was going on.
Alfar? Are you there? He called, hoping for a quick answer. Sure enough, he saw an ant - the colour of crimson - scuttle out from underneath a crack in the door and approach Cray.
Yes, sir? Said Alfar.
Thank you for coming, Alfar. Do you happen to know what is going on? He replied, gazing down at the minuscule character.
A short pause came after, Cray could sense this feeling of confusion emit from the ant.
I assumed Chitin had told you, sir.
Now it was Cray's turn to be confused.
Chitin? You mean the God?
Just then, the child heard a small giggle from inside his head; disturbing his thoughts.
Took your time, didn't you?

Cray had politely dismissed Alfar with a nod and thank you, who rushed back out of the crack in the door, leaving him alone with the new individual.
You are Chitin?
Smart lad, that's what I like about ya!
Now, when Cray had thought of a God, he certainly wasn't expecting this. Chitin spoke with the pitched squeak of a young boy who had yet to touch puberty, and yet the God spoke with a hint of humour you would expect from an immature adult.
It was fun watching you figure out things about yourself. You deserve a pat on the back, learning how to talk to them ants and all. But I guess you can't pull this kind of information from your bum, know what I mean? He then laughed, presumably from his own joke.
If you say so.
Lighten up, lad. You should be celebrating! Think about it, you got chosen by the almighty Chitin! Lord of Pestilence and Arthropods! Some peoples would be begging for your paw-si-shun!
I don't think it's an appropriate time to be celebrating. Cray felt vaguely annoyed that Chitin was acting light-hearted of the situation while a wall of blood-soaked corpses rose outside.
Ah, right, right. If you want to be so darn serious, let's get down to business then. What do you want to ask of me?
The boy hesitated. Because of the lack of time, he believed it would be best if he asked one - the most useful - question now and left the others to ask later on. That is, if there was a later on for him.
Quick, what powers do I have?
Keen child, now we're talking! You've already figure one out, now have you considered actual magic? You saw that boy's firework display outside, am I right?
Of course! Cray knew the practice of magic still continued to this very day but there were no traces of it in his village, the people preferred to fight with natural materials instead of "witchcraft". He took another quick peek outside through the window, the gold beam had gone but the stranger was still there. It looked like two other people had approached him and woke him up.
It'll take a long time explaining everything to you now, by then you would most certainly be dead. However, I guarantee you'll find all the Latin gibberish inside of you, somewhere; you are intelligent.
Wait, what? Was that it? Surely he wasn't going to leave him with only that, without even a plausible hint?
Huh?
Stop your worrying, lad! But for now, farewell~! Chitin made a great deal about his leave, a loud woosh could be heard before Cray's mind became eerily silent.

Cray sighed. Chitin had talked about "latin gibberish" before he left. Did this mean, there was this storage of divine words in his brain somewhere? Cray shut his eyes, trying to nitpick through all the unnecessary information, trying to fish out phrases he had most likely never heard of before. Suddenly, a blindingly white explosion appeared behind his eyelids. The boy heard a faint bingo! echo inside his mind. He felt an unfamiliar wave of confidence flush through him, as he slipped out the house and onto the battlefield. He stiffly lifted his arms from his sides - so they were in front of him - and spread open his hands, directed towards a group of the imps. They immediately jerked their ugly heads in his direction, sensing a dangerous threat.
"Ultionem Culex," breathed Cray. He grew aware of a pool of warmth in the centre of his palms. The boy did not anticipate the short eruption of the thousands upon thousands of mosquitoes that rocketed from his small hands towards the demons. The sheer impact forced the creatures backwards, blindly swiping off the insects. The poison in these mosquitoes were far more powerful than normal ones upon observation, within seconds the demons were covered head to toe in swellings. The insects backed away, as one by one the demons fell to the ground; clearly out cold. Cray repeated the magical words a few times before a path was cleared towards the group of three in the middle.

Snippet #2139828

located in Airl, a part of The Legend of the Kyuun, and the gods of Airl, one of the many universes on RPG.

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