Void Spawn - A litrpg adventure fantasy

"Ready!" A man roared at the top of his lungs as he raised his straightened hand up.

Lilith remained frozen in her station, her gaze fixed upon the dense fog ahead of them, blocking everything in sight. It brought upon a cold, wet chill that travelled down your spine, holding a silent promise of death to those that trespass.

Shifting her gaze towards the line of echoes standing over the hill, the bright lights of their elements and the cannons provided by the Mellaguns sang a hymn of death.

Like drums, they fired one after the other, sending heavy thuds to thunder in the air as bright sparks of light went off to the sky, leaving gashes in their wake.

They hailed down like rain, yet sharp as a finely honed knife, they ripped through the dead wasteland. Catapulting dirt, earth and human remains barreling high in the heavens.

Consecutive rapid explosions shook over the distance, sending shockwaves that swept Lilith's hair back, a few droplets of dirt staining her cheeks.

Wiping them off, she stared at the unbending mist before her. It never once moved, not even under all this fire and destruction.

The minutes felt like an eternity as slowly, the roaring of the cannons calmed. The chants of the echoes on the hills silenced.

Looking over the horizon, Lilith watched as the lined soldiers before her began to march, led by the metal grinding of the crawlers.

And so their slow march began.

To ensure they wouldn't be spotted easily, they ensured the growls of their crawlers were made to a minimum. This slowed them but kept them hidden.

Casting a gaze beside her, Aphemis put a hand on Lilith's shoulder. Raising her thumb, she tilted her head.

Lilith simply nodded, holding her hand in assurance as she mouthed. "I'm fine."

Aphemis nodded as she focused her attention forward again.

The sound of squelching mud was the only noise across the vast plains and army. Their eyes were fixated ahead, though they could only see 10 or so feet ahead. Cold sweat drenched their back as the beating of their heart thundered in their ears.

The tension was suffocating. Lilith herself was being affected; it dulled her senses.

Now she understood why her grandmother preferred working with their assassins. They were the only soldiers that Lilith had felt no form of emotion from.

Swallowing hard, Lilith kept her pace as she felt the mud entering her boots. It was disgusting, but she had gotten used to it. In fact, it almost calmed her.

Shifting her gaze ahead, Lilith's head tilted as she saw a shadow in the fog walk away, vanishing as fast as it came.

Lilith flinched as she looked at Aphemis's hand on her shoulder. Once more asking what happened.

Looking back to where she saw the shadow, Lilith raised her hand as she pointed forward towards the dense fog ahead. Her other hand formed a unique hand symbol that only meant one thing.

Hostile.

Aphemis nodded as she carefully extended her astral compass forward. Carelessly doing so may alert the enemy of her presence.

With a raise of her hand, the groups of soldiers following immediately came to a halt, the sound of stalling machinery ringing.

Everyone's breath stopped as Aphemis closed her eyes, heightening her senses and focusing on her reach.

For a moment, there was only silence.

Then it came.

Lilith's ears flinched as Aphemis's eyes bolted open. Grabbing Lilith, she dove on the ground as a roar escaped her lips.

"GET DOWN!"

A plethora of bright, golden beams blew holes through the dense fog as it mowed down the soldiers behind them. Punching holes in whatever it hit.

"TAKE COVER!"

"12 O'CLOCK!"

"MEDIC!"

Gnarly shouts and screams ripped through the silent atmosphere as the watchers tried to run for cover. Some tried to drag their comrades to safety while others were gunned down like dogs.

This all happened before Lilith's body dropped on the muddy ground.

As she finally struck the earth, Lilith felt her ears ring as she looked around in a daze. The world was rotating, and she felt suffocated.

Looking over her grandmother, she watched as she kept screaming at her face, grabbing her cheeks and shaking her. Blinking a couple of times, her hearing began to return as the roars of cannons filled her hearing.

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"LILITH! ANSWER ME! ARE YOU OKAY?"

Lilith nodded as she looked around the carnage. It was a mess; their side had taken great casualties, and the enemy has yet to stop.

However, it had only begun as Lilith saw a shadow form behind her grandmother.

Ripping through her grasp, Lilith jumped behind her as she parried the blow of an omen. Causing the masked assailant to flinch.

However, another presence entered Lilith's radius as she hastily turned.

But it was too late.

Lilith's crimson eyes flinched as she looked at the tip of a black rod centimetres from her. Another pair of crimson gazes staring at hers.

Lilith's heart fell.

Aphemis's grip on Lilith's shoulder tightened as she smiled. "I'm... okay."

She was not. Lilith could sense her pain.

Aphemis mustered her strength as her hand whipped back, ripping the head of another omen as its body vanished in the dense fog.

Unable to muster her energy, her knee fell as she landed on the ground, dirtying her battle armour as she looked at the black, festering wound on her stomach.

Looking at her granddaughter, Aphemis smiled. "They got me."

Lilith's world cracked as she dashed and grabbed Aphemis's body, keeping it from falling on the ground.

She was ice cold, her energy was a mess and her breathing was stagnant.

"No, no, no, NO!" Lilith screamed as she held her grandmother's cheek. "No, you can't die! No! Please!" Her tears fell over Aphemis's paling face as the world around her felt distant and silent.

Hugging her tightly, she could feel her life diminishing. It was cruel. Death was robbing her of her last family.

Lilith buried her face on the woman's neck as her silent sobs filled the air.

"Please..."

TING...

Lilith's eyes opened as she slowly raised her head, shifting her gaze upon the dense fog where a shadow slowly formed.

W-what...?

TING...

Lilith's back straightened as she looked at the figure standing upon the darkness of the mist. A woman, hunched over, holding a single lantern that seemed to emit no light.

Yet, she could see and feel her gaze upon her.

"Who are you?!" Lilith roared. "Reveal yourself!" She hissed as she raised her dagger.

"Lilith..."

Lilith's ears flinched as she wove to the side. It felt as though someone whispered in her ears.

She was not mistaken.

Looking beside her, Lilith felt her breath hitch as she looked upon the figure now standing beside her.

It was an old woman, wearing a cloak and holding a staff where a lantern hung. Its light felt ethereal, dragging her consciousness with it.

"The Chaos witch..."

Lilith swallowed as she raised her dagger forward, baring her fangs upon the woman. "I'll drag you to hell with me!"

A small smile formed on the old woman's lips.

"Has thou not been searching for us?"

Lilith's brows furrowed when she felt Aphemis's body begin to convulse. "Grandmother!"

Her condition was worsening. The black veins had begun to spread far, reaching nearly all her body.

Looking over the woman, Lilith roared. "Who are you?! What do you want?!"

The old woman's head tilted. "Thou shouldst ask thyself what she wants. Have Amelia's words not reached thy heart?"

Lilith's eyes widened. "Witch..."

The woman's smile widened.

"Why now...?" Lilith asked as she looked at her dying grandmother. "I searched for all of you! Yet now you show yourselves? Do you mock me so?!"

The woman shook her head. "It is because of today's fate that we have decided to show ourselves."

Lilith stared at the woman as she put her hand forth.

"See and believe... The origin of Chaos."

Lilith's face paled as she looked at the woman's hand.

She was offering her her origin. But her grandmother—

"Hurry now."

Lilith bit her lip as she slowly reached for the woman, grasping her hand as her consciousness was engulfed by light.

As the blinding light died, she saw a vast sea of chaos. A realm of decay, change and frenzy. It was...

Beautiful.

For a moment, she felt at peace. She felt at home.

But like falling glass, it shattered, forming another image that left her devastated.

In a ruin-ridden hellscape were two figures. Samael and another man she had never seen before. His skin was chewed and bare. On his hand settled a spear—

A spear that penetrated Samael's heart.

Lilith felt her heart shatter as she roared. "NO!"

Then it changed once more. But this time, the world was no more, for chaos consumed everything. Realities, families and worlds turned to ash.

This... This was the future of the chaos witch.

***

The surrounding soldiers watched as Aphemis fell like they did. Fear slowly clawing their hearts. In their eyes, she was a god amongst men. Yet, if she could fall, how about them?

But before they fell to despair, they watched as Lilith Flamebright, her granddaughter, slowly levitated, specks of orange snapping from her body.

Raising her hand, a wave of orange matter slowly burnt the wounds of Aphemis, ridding her of the black plague consuming her. When her condition stabilised, Lilith...

Was no more.

Her body turned to a blur as her figure exploded forth, ripping through the veil of mist and blowing it all back.

Her crimson eyes had turned fully orange while miasma exuded from her, decaying everything it touched. Without mercy, they watched as she clawed through the mass of omens like cutting cake. Her scythe severing dozens at a time.

With a flick of her wrist, orange tornadoes rampaged across the plains, destroying everything in the process.

But as much as it wounded the enemy, so did their side.

Lilith's carnage wreaked havoc on all sides, causing allies to be injured from her stampede. Crawlers were overturned, and soldiers were flung around like pebbles on a stormy sea.

Yet, she did not show signs of slowing down.

The little hope they had as they looked at her was turned to fear for what she could do. Because at that very moment, she was akin to a monster.

But it did not matter to Lilith anymore, for she was unaware. Her visions had consumed her.

The witches amongst the thinning fog looked at the spectacle with neutrality. They were heralds of fate itself. They simply allowed for the cog to move further as it was intended.

However, one thing worried them...

As Lilith's rampage went on, the locket on her neck pulsed with energy. The crimson crystal slowly enveloping and calming down the chaos on the woman's vessel.

It was like cold water on a burn. Soothing and gentle.

Lilith's body slowly lowered as the chaos flushing out was swiftly erased, leaving not a trace.

The witches approached her as they looked upon her crystal, sensing the same energy they felt from her.

Something even they, the heralds of fate, could not comprehend.

Something had laid claim to her. Protecting her even at this very moment. And at that very time, they, the handmaidens of the loom, felt one thing.

Uncertainty.

Meanwhile, Samael broke out of his meditation, his skin glistening under the torrent of sweat as he grabbed his necklace instinctively. Sensing a hot sensation as he felt it pulse under his grip.

He departed at that moment, for he knew...

Lilith was in danger.