THE VENGEANCE OF THE WAR GOD

Dustin Quinn stepped off the train and breathed in Winchester City’s quiet air. For a moment he stood still—the man people called the City’s God of War. The iron defender. The Almighty General.

In two days, he would die.

He had carried that truth alone since the night his family was slaughtered. As a boy, he was cut by a poisoned blade. His father’s loyal servant, Mr. Fred, saved him, but the poison stayed hidden in his body, spreading slowly through the years.

There was no cure for it. He had lived with the countdown since his childhood, watching the poison inch closer to his heart.

No healer could see it, not even the strongest mage. Only he could see the dark stains spreading inside him, growing larger, making it impossible for any healer to even know what they were supposed to cure.

He had chosen to use whatever time he had to make sure his life meant something since there was nothing to loss. He joined the war, led the nation’s troops, crushed enemy forces, became the wealthiest man in the nation and earned the God of War title that every citizen respected and praised.

But he never cared about the glory. He hid his identity, because none of it mattered.

Now he was in Winchester City for the final task on his list: ending an engagement that should never have existed. Mr. Fred had arranged it before Dustin even became an adult, binding him to a young woman who knew nothing of his illness.

He refused to drag an innocent person into his doomed future. He was dying already.

He yawned and stretched. “So tired. I should rest… before I take my eternal rest two days from now.”

He walked to a small, dimly lit bar nearby and rented a modest room upstairs. Once inside, he sent a message to Mr. Fred.

[I’m in Winchester already. Please make sure the funeral arrangements are simple.]

A few minutes later, Mr. Fred replied.

[Okay, young master. You deserve far more than this quiet funeral. Let the whole nation know—they are all alive because of you.]

[No. I don’t want that. Let me go in peace.]

Behind the screen, Mr. Fred wept. He had cried so much that his voice was gone; he didn’t even know how to reply anymore.

Dustin took a small black pill and washed it down with water. Without it, the poison’s flare-ups would kill him even before the appointed time.

He lay back on the narrow bed, exhaustion pulling him toward sleep. Just as his eyes began to close, the door creaked open.

“...Who’s there?” He shot upright. He had forgotten to lock the door.

A woman stood there. stumbling through the doorway, kicking the door shut behind her with a drunken giggle.

She flung her bag to the floor, her cheeks were flushed. She threw off her heels also.

Dustin was confused but even with the lady's messy state, Dustin couldn’t miss how beautiful she was.

“Who are you?” Dustin rasped, trying to find his voice. “What are you doing in my room?”

She gave a lazy, sultry smile.

“Uhn… I’m here already,” she slurred, already offing her dress. It hit the floor in a heap, leaving her in black lace panties and a bra that barely covered her.

She was already drunk and wasn’t aware of what she was doing, all her act were totally seductive and wrong .

Dustin’s mouth went dry. He tried to stand, to stop whatever this was.

“Hey, Madam…”. But she pushed him flat back on the bed with surprising strength, then climbed him, and pinned his shoulders. “Don’t you dare leave,” she breathed. “I’m so ….right now… quench me.” It felt like she was about to kill him.

“Oh no”, Dustin’s mind screamed. but his body betrayed him, for some reason he felt so different.

He was so unable to control himself to stand up or push her away

“What the fuck… you need stop!” Dustin shrieked as he hit the barrier.

“Oh no…” Dustin gasped, but it was already gone. Pleasure crashed over him like a tide. He couldn't deny it, he was enjoying it so bad.

The poison had left him weak, but it hadn’t touched this part of him.

Dustin kept going and hard. Just as he was about to reach the climax, something caught his eyes.

A light was radiating from her. That was when he saw the small crystal pendant swinging between her chest. The pendant was shining so bright.

“Huh—” He was amazed. But the word died as he accidentally spilled in.

At that moment, the pendant shone more brightly, and a small glowing ball formed in front of it.

Before he could even blink, the ball shot out and slammed straight into his chest.

The hit wiped everything out.

Thud!.

His body dropped on top of her as he went unconscious instantly.