Ritousaey fought hard against this legion of insane cultists. He couldn't help wondering why there were always cultists in these stories. Maybe someone has been reading too much Lovecraft he thought. With the number of deaths he was causing he would surely be mortal for quite some time after this battle. Unless of course he had the great displeasure of dying again. He'd died enough times on this world already, he was not looking forward to more. Just as the attack began to ebb, he was attacked my two men in heavy suits of armor. They were skilled with their weapons, but even as exhausted as he was, Rit easily out fought them. Only, when he plunged his blades into them and knocked them to the ground, they got right back up and came upon him once more. This gave the cultists renewed fervor and they charged in, ever bolder. Throwing his sickle, Blood Moon, out like a boomerang, he had a moment to grip his bastard sword, Bright Rose, with both hands and cleave it down through the helm of one of the armored men. The armor fell to pieces, and Rit was able to see that it contained no man. Arma Immortos, no wonder they survived his brutal slashes. As Blood Moon returned to him and drained its blood into him to heal his wounds, he released Bright Rose into the air.
"Dance Kiria," he called, "dance my elven maiden, and make my enemies' blood flow!" And dance she did, like a whirling dirvish the blade spun and lunged in a beautiful dance, hewing the cultists in droves. Without even a glance Rit threw Blood Moon back over his shoulder into a wide arc. As it found the throats of cultists, the soul bound armor dropped its sword and stepped toward the seemingly unarmed Rit. It clapped its hands together and lunged to place them on Rit's chest. Quick as a striking snake, Rit dodged the manuever and with the gauntlet on his right hand, grabbed the Arma Immortos on the shoulder.
"Sorry, no alchemy for you today," he said to the armor. It was covered in rust in a moment and then crumbled to dust. A cultist charged in at the opening and was about to score a hit with his short spear when Rit lifted his left hand. Blood Moon crossed the cultists path, leaving him with an ear to ear grin, and landing with a wet slap in Rit's outstretched hand. More of his wounds healed by his returned sickle, Rit reached to the sheath on his lower back and drew his steel short sword. He smacked its flat against the sole of each of his boots, then spit on the sword, and it burst into flame.
"I'm ready to continue," he said to the few stunned cultists that remained, "shall we?"
"With the blood of twelve mortal gods we will have the final catalysts for our spell to destroy the world!" The apparent leader of the cultists yelled, drawing Rit's attention, "you stopped us here, but we already have eight, and we will have four more by the end of the night. As a god celebrates his birth we will take his blood and that of his siblings. You cannot stop us now!" The cultist cackled at his own boasts, "The great leader of the Arma Immortos brought us the plan, and in our numbers, we shall succeed." Tired of the foolish boasting, Rit tore a hole in space and stabbed the man in the back with his flaming sword.
"Foolish villians, always monologuing. I swore to Findra that I would keep this world safe as long her bloodline persists," Rit told the dying cultist, "and you will be easily stopped. You gave me too many clues. I will not reach the god King Charik and his siblings as quickly as I could if I were in my immortal state, but it will still only take minutes." By the time Rit had told the cultist this, Bright Rose had cut down the last of the cultists and returned to him. He sheathed and holstered his weapons, and set off to stop deicide.
Through portals in the sky he flew with great speed. Back to the Kishahn Jungle he went. From his perspective, it had been hundreds of years since he fought Mr'latipla there and met Axieva. Without being immortal, he wasn't even sure if that had actually happened yet. It mattered little at the moment, he knew what he must do to save the world this time. At least he had a general idea anyway. His final portal opened onto the ceiling of Sha-Razi's chambers. As he dropped through the portal he slashed a dagger across his hand and used his blood to perform a power spell freezing time for everyone but himself and Charik. Without his immortality he had to resort to methods this world would accept. He quickly dropped to his knees and bowed to the god King.
"Lord Charik I show reverence for your holy position, and defer to your decisions as this is your kingdom, but I've come to warn you that your life and that of your siblings will all be threatened tonight in a plot to use your divine blood to destroy the world."
