Daddy Dearest

“PROTECT THE KING!” shouted the lead scout as a dozen of them leapt out of their hiding spots in an attempt to protect their leader from the attack.

“You gnats think you can stop me?!” roared John’s father as the wind resistance from the mere swing of his arm was enough to blow the scouts all away.

“Focus on me!” John said as he activated Create Barrier to protect everyone.

ERROR! Name Redacted has taken over the barrier. Name Redacted must be defeated to leave the barrier!

“Well that’s not good,” John said to himself as he blocked his faux father’s next attack with Spinesplitter. The mighty axe groaned against the power of John’s father. The man’s strength was like nothing John had ever seen. Not even John was sure he could match this strength at full power. Despite that, he still had to try. He was a king. A king who had loyal subjects nearby. Loyal subjects that attempted to save him when his father attacked. They were no match for him, but that would not stop John. He nearly lost everything once, and he will not lose them a second time.

“Come now, son, just let daddy take care of you!” John’s father said in a twisted tone. This man was clearly intent on severely injuring John at least, and possibly killing him at most.

“Yeah, I remember how you took care of me and mom, and I’m not a fan!” retorted John as he attempted to maneuver away from his father. All he needed was a little room to be able to cast Raise Dead to get some bodies.

“Come now, my boy, some parental discipline builds character!” laughed the twisted man as he attempted to swing at John again.

“I don’t know what you want, but you won’t find it here!” John said as he parried the attack. His arms felt like jello from the **** of the attack he was just barely able to parry. Luckily, that move allowed John to get some distance between him and his father, thanks to his father staggering forward with the momentum of the attack.

“Oh but I will, John Newman, oh but I will,” said the man who claimed to be John’s father. He opened his mouth, only for his tongue to slither out. The appendage was clearly longer than a normal human’s tongue and seemed to wipe around his face in a sick, twisted form of pleasure. “For, you see, you are the key to unlock the door to Scorchington. And I have been tasked with opening the door!” explained the elder Newman.

“Scorchington? Never heard of it. But I will not allow you to step foot in Tenebres!” declared John as he cast Raise Undead around him. A dozen skeletal hands burst out of the ground as the undead answered the call of the **** knight that stood above them. The creatures crawled out of the ground and stood in front of John, perfect troops for the King who could command the dead.

Raise Dead level up! Raise Dead Rank 2 allows more powerful undead to be summoned!

“Look at you, practicing that farse of mag...wait...that...that is pure, true necromancy! How is that possible?! Humans should not be able to use that old magic!” growled the older man. “You dare step out of your lane? I shall make sure your kind are put back into their place, starting with you!” roared the man as smoke seemed to come out of his nose. His mouth opened and that is when John saw it. Flames danced at the back of this throat, the flickers getting larger and larger until it hit critical mass. The torrent of flames shot out from the older man’s mouth and bathed the skeletal warriors in a wave of fire. John just barely was able to dodge the attack as he felt the heat of the flames upon his armored skin.

“Fuck! You can breathe fire?! What the fuck is up with you?!” asked John as he tried to figure out what to do. His father never showed any hint of knowing what the Abyss was when he was a child. It could be possible that he was a member without letting me or mom know, but if that was true, wouldn’t I have shown my magical abilities earlier? And also, didn’t Gaia say she was bored and gave me powers? So he couldn’t have been magical, right? John tried to process all the new and old information he had to figure out what he could do and what the truth of his father was.

“Do you see now?! You stand no chance against me! You felling Lord Brighton was a fluke! Only because powers beyond your reach decided to step in! You are a weak, pathetic human! Creatures meant to be slaves to your superiors! No more, no less!” roared Mr. Newman as he charged at John.

John, still suffering from the effects of the heat blast, was not able to move as fast as before and got clipped in the shoulder by his father’s outstretched arm. This **** of the impact caused John to go flying through the air at an odd angle and landed hard on the ground as he tumbled and rolled on the ground before he came to a complete stop. John groaned as he attempted to get up, but the sharp pain in his shoulder told him that arm was out of commission for the rest of this fight.

“AH HA HA HA HA!” manically laughed the elder Newman. “You see now? You feel firsthand, the difference in power between us? I am a god! And. You. Are. Nothing.” With each word, Mr. Newman took a step closer to his downed son. John tried to scooch away with his one good arm and legs, but it was to no avail. His father’s long strides made any ground he got instantly lost.

“Yeah. Fuck you, dad,” was John’s first retort his his father’s mad ramblings. “I don’t plan on dying anytime soon. I got too many people who need me! I got a kingdom that looks to me for leadership! The last thing I’m gonna do is let my abusive asshole of a dad or whatever the hell is wearing his face, stop me!” roared John as he **** himself up. As his left arm hung at his side, John struggled to hold his two handed axe with one hand, but it was the only option he had.

“Oh? You think I’m not your beloved father?” asked the man that stood before John. John’s statement had caused him to stop in his tracks and tilt his head in either amusement or curiosity. “You are a smart boy. Too bad you won’t be around to find out which one it is!” he said as he opened his mouth, prepared to cook John alive in his armor. Dammit. I could use some divine intervention! Hell, I’d settle for dead intervention at this point! thought John as he tried, and failed, to think of a way to get out of this situation.

New Skill Learned: Summon ****