Requiem Of A Failed Hero



Poverty exists everywhere, in every city, and in every world there is hardship, whether it is a fabricated world or a world that is filled with reality. There will always be that horrendous life that some are susceptible to life while others live lavishly.

A lot of times we have heard of geniuses birthed in a noble household, their talents discovered at a young age and cultivated till they become the best in the country and are revered by all.

What of those geniuses birthed in slums, without attention or privilege? Those ones that could barely find crumbs of bread to eat a day and walk around the dirty streets with bloated stomachs and smelly clothes.

Those ones that despite being intelligent and brilliant are not even given a first attempt because of how bad they reek or how ugly they look... how ugly their environment has caused them to look.

Such was Hallan Lamar.

At the age of 5 Hallan Lamar had mastered the alphabetical characters and could use them to make a word, because of how complex Therut language was, this usually takes a child a lot of years. Kids that are able to do this at the age of ten are always regarded as a genius.

Hallan Lamar was from a very poor home, both his parents died of monsters and the only person he had left was his sister, who would steal from the heavens to feed him.

She would go on heist and steal expensive books for him to read, this was how he was able to grow in his knowledge. He had tried out the academy where other rich kids were going to but he was never given a chance to try out because of the first impression look. This eventually left him with no choice but to continue to accept his sister's gestures.

But all that could not go on forever. She had become a notorious thief and a national problem and so she was being haunted, it was the last book that she stole before being killed that truly led Hallan to him.

King Balam.

After Hallan Lamar's sister died, Hallan Lamar was despaired, he cursed and hated the world for the loss of the only person he cared about most in the world. He wanted to rip everything apart, his story was perfect for the birth of a supervillain who wants to destroy the world because everything was taken away from him. But he met the demon king Balam.

The fact that Therut was a fabricated world did not mean that it was protected from the consequences of choices. The demon king Balam was a lover of children and animals, he took a very genuine interest in the human world because of his passions which other demons perceived as very dangerous because his passions were completely less evil.

Because of the barrier that inhibited the demons from crossing over to the human world, it was impossible for anyone to touch the human world directly, so far so good it had been only one demon that had done that.

But it was a different case if the demon was ensnared by the human itself. Yes, it is possible that humans can summon demons to do their bidding in exchange for a price, one that is worthy enough to be accepted by the summoned demon.

So yes, without anyone's knowledge, someone succeeded in summoning a demon and that person was Hallan Lamar. Even with the last book his sister stole for him, it should have never been possible because it was a fictional book that challenged the fact that should there be other creatures outside Therut is it possible to summon them?

It was a book that someone just wrote out of curiosity and the desire to make money, it was not even to be considered an intelligent book because it was written in illustrations and was like a children's book but old and dusty.

After mourning his sister, he kept the book as a keepsake for several years until one day when he opened it. The contents would have just passed anyone as interesting but Hallan Lamar began to see the possibility in this, cursed is the mind of a genius, for they see possibilities in all things.

His mind was a blessing yet a curse.

And one day, Hallan Lamar, a seventeen years old boy successfully managed to summon a demon. He summoned King Balam but at the same time could not summon King Balam.

He could not summon King Balam because he didn't have dark mana- an essential energy that Balam's presence must feed on.

And he managed to summon King Balam because from that moment, even though the two did not meet physically, they began to communicate, from that moment Hallan Lamar became his contractor.

That was the starting point, Balam was a very powerful demon that led forty legions of demons in Felfhiem. Balam had the ability of limited precognition which gave his contractor the ability to see glimpses of the future.

Both of them grew together and Balam told Hallan Lamar a lot of things, which is why it made so much sense that Hallan Lamar knew a lot about Felfhiem. He grew in knowledge and was acknowledged at the age of thirty which eventually led him to become an imperial scholar and consequently the crown prince's teacher.

He prepared and did a lot for the grand plan of summoning Balam, in order for that to happen he had to obtain dark mana, and there was no way he would obtain dark mana if he was still in Therut.

He needed to leave Therut, which brought about the necessity for his death.

Although the Empire thought they executed a criminal, Hallan Lamar needed to die in order for Balam to have his soul and fuse him into the body of the former ruler of pride.

All these steps Hallan Lamar and demon king Balam had carefully planned for the day that Balam would come upon Therut, all for the curiosity of how the world looks like.

Balam wanted to see so badly, that he wouldn't mind destroying everything in the world. And Truly it was of pure passion and he completely meant no evil but that alone was why it was very dangerous.

Hallan Lamar from age seventeen had been preparing for this moment and yet right now, a single man threatened to destroy all that plan.

'It took dedication to get here. I was careful every moment, every time. Over and over again, what did I miss? What did I do wrong? Why is a variable I never calculated here.'

Hallan Lamar did everything right, every single thing he did right. But his only mistake was dying before Raith became a hero of the death archon.

Amber and the others had also arrived at the destination, compared to Raith who was unscathed, they had incurred a lot of injuries that testified to the perilous journey they must have had coming here.

"Hunter Raith... it is you right?" Amber finally got the opportunity to speak to Raith. She urgently called out to him as she arrived behind him.

Raith turned his head briefly, the new presences were utterly annoying and disturbing, he was racking his head to figure out a way to help Hallan Lamar summon Balam without having to kill a lot of people as Balam intended.

Yet they were disturbing.

"Yes... I am?"

His tone came off more like a question than an answer as if he was saying, 'Yes, I am, so what?'

Amber had long anticipated her meeting with Raith. At first, she thought he was dead but she did not give up, she continued to check up on him, looking for him in traces of other cities because she carried a very heavy heart from their first meeting.

Too much, in fact, Amber was known for being extreme, it was her charm and her flaw. When she decides to be devoted she was always devoted to a fault and likewise, as she blamed herself for what happened with Raith, she blamed herself for a fault. Upon finding out that Raith suddenly went missing, she feared that her words caused him to commit suicide or leave town.

And she had never stopped searching for him.

Somewhere in her mind, she had prepared a number of things she was going to say to him the moment she met him.

But here she was, speechless the moment he confirmed that he is Raith.

Raith lowered his brows.

Why was this girl looking like that, after calling out to him, she couldn't even meet his gaze and was squirming like a worm?

'What the hell' Raith was disgusted and it showed on his face.

"Who the fuck are you?"

His harsh tone jolted her up, she immediately became flustered as she answered.

"A-a-amber, don't you remember, I'm Amber."

Raith looked at her from up to down and down to up. "Who's Amber?"

The question turned her to a stone.

'He does not recognize me anymore.'

We can't blame Raith now, can we? A lot has happened since his encounter with her and he couldn't even remember her accurately. In the first place, it wasn't like they shared a long moment together or had any kind of relationship.

Her countenance fell.