How It Should Have Ended S3 • E How God Of War Should Have Ended - Duration: 2 minutes, 59 seconds. How It Should Have Ended. 5,, views; 6 . Seth Slayer. SubscribeSubscribedUnsubscribe 1. Loading Loading Working Language: English; Location: United States; Restricted Mode: Off. History Help. Set (Seth, Setekh, Sut, Sutekh, Suty) was one of ancient Egypt's earliest gods, a god of chaos, confusion, storms, wind, the desert and foreign lands. In the Osiris.
As he went, Seth saw how the townspeople reacted to him. Every single person either bowed respectfully or simply stepped quickly out of the way for this Slayer had an Aura about him that absolutely demanded attention and respect.
The fact that he was dressed completely in black from head to toe and very heavily armed only heightened the trepidation, but nothing was more startling than those piercing eyes.
It wasn't long before Seth realized the Slayer was headed toward the market where he walked along the many stands of goods being sold, moving from one to another as if looking for something specific. Finally he stopped in front of a vendor who was selling weapons, which made sense Seth supposed. Curious as to what he was looking for, Seth went around the opposite side of the stand a peeked around the corner in time to see him lift a small sword from the table.
He put that one down as well and looked over a few more. The vendor looked from side to side suddenly causing Seth to shrink back. Seconds later Seth heard jingling. Hearing him coming, Seth quickly shifted his position to move in a little closer. Having never seen an heirloom before Seth took a careful look and saw the slayer holding a dagger up in the light and turning it over in his hands. Why I've not seen another like it in all my days. See the jewels in the handle?
Those are sapphires, they are. Why I'm not sure if I feel comfortable with it in your hands for the looking much less to speak its value out loud for fear someone may hear and rob me of it?
After a few moments of what looked like deep thought, he stuck out his hand in agreement. Seth nearly fell forward when he heard this, but managed to catch himself on a small barrel of scabbards which he tipped over onto the cobbled ground, making quite the ruckus.
A second later he was on his feet and running through the market with shouts of rage being hurled at his back by the vendor as he fled. Upon looking back over his shoulder his eyes met that of the slayer, and instantly he knew he was looking into the eyes of his Father. I could feel it. It could be that he was just startled. People are capable of doing incredible things when they are startled.
Not knowing which direction to go he ended up just spinning in a circle. Seth was shocked when he shoved open the front door of his Aunties cottage and saw the slayer from the market standing in the kitchen before him. The suddenness of his entry must have startled the Slayer too by the speed in which his hand went to the hilt of his sword. He relaxed of course when he realized who it was but that did not make Seth feel any better.
It's a pleasure to see you again. Seth shook it reluctantly, noticing right off the firm grip and rough calluses on his hand before looking over the rest of him. He was taller up close and very muscular under all those many plates of armor Seth realized. Seth's eyes snapped in that direction and that's when he saw the two companions standing in the open doorway - one grinning, the other not. Then one grinning stepped inside and approached with hand extended causing Seth to finally let go of his Fathers to shake his.
He was not as large as the other two - leaner and a bit shorter — but every bit as solid and intimidating, though not as stone faced. He had kind, soft brown eyes that all but danced when he spoke. We are friends of your Father. Finally she helped him out. More than I expected. Seth nodded his head, and Isabella confirmed it.
Things became quiet and awkward at that point with no one knowing what to say next. Dorian held up his hand. You are our guest. Please just make yourselves comfortable. Seth, go get two chickens from the hen house and when you're done that fetch a pail of water.
And chop some wood while you're at it. Dorian ignored him and stepped closer to Isabella and spoke quietly. Dain's face twisted into something between bewilderment and perplexity as he sat in the shade, watching Garret work.
There was never a question about that. Another difference between Slayers and normal men was the way they aged. It usually didn't hit till around puberty though it happened earlier for Dorian but little by little slowed their aging process to a rate of about one year to a normal man's three.
Dorian himself was Seventy five years old, though he looked to be only in his thirties. It was a bit crowded at their small table, but the Slayers didn't seem to mind as they were too busy stuffing their faces. Though Garret is quite handy around the campfire. Forgetting himself, Dorian laughed out loud at Dain's humorous crudity - especially after seeing that Seth seemed to be entertained by it - then caught the distasteful look on Isabella's face and straightened up.
Dain looked around as if only then noticing the lady and child present then cleared his throat. I'm afraid I am not well accustomed to being in the presence of proper folk. Dorian shook his head. What he means to say is that we exterminate the creatures that we find. Do you know what that means….. Dorian nodded his head slowly. Our kind, are the guardians over humanity and all that is good.
A slayer is a defender of the good who by destiny and design was created by God himself and gifted abilities like no other being on earth. We are what we are by the very blood that flows through our veins. There is no stopping or denying it. To know this for certain we would have to conduct an experiment. Dorian, get me something flat that can be burned. Dorian grabbed a piece of kindling from the wood pile next to the mantle and handed it to him. It's just a little prick. Dain, not accustomed to such a quick witted response being hurled at him for a change, retaliated by jabbing his finger quite viscously.
When he had a big enough drop, he let go of Garrets hand and placed the wood back onto the table then reached for the vile. Those unlucky enough to be bitten contract an infection that debilitates them to the point of death at which time they rise again as a Ghoul themselves. Slayers are immune to this of course - as well as other things — but Ghoul venom is the fastest acting.
It will tell us for sure if you are one of us or not. Watch what happens when I add it to Garrets blood. Seth watched as he did this, expecting something incredible to happen, but nothing did. The yellowish drop simply rolled off the bubble of blood and pooled beside it. She held it out to him reluctantly at first, fearing he'd jab her as he did Garret, but he was much gentler with her, only piercing the skin enough to cause a small bubble to rise.
He then held her finger over the kindling and squeezed till the drop was large enough then went for the vile. Immediately upon contact her blood began to bubble and blacken. Seth reached his hand over without hesitation and let his finger be pricked without as much as a peep.
Then as was done with Isabella, Dain squeezed a drop onto the kindling then once again grabbed the vile and took in a deep breath. Not a bubble or a sizzle, or a change in color — though it did seem to blend with Seth's blood as opposed to rolling over the top and pooling beside it like Garret's had done. As soon as his fingers left it he saw the drop of Seth's blood run into the putrid blackened result that was Isabella's and before his very eyes changed it back to red.
Dorian continued to walk a few steps further, then stopped. Seconds later he lifted his head up toward the night sky and screamed as loud as he could.
Dain walked over and stood beside him. Now here is comes to pass and you act like this. Yes, I know this. You've been saying it since you learned of his birth, but you have no control over what is to be and what isn't. None of us do. Being a slayer is an honorable existence. Any normal person would be elated, maybe even grateful to hand it down. Dorian was many things, but grateful? That was a stretch. Sure he was satisfied with what he was and what he did, he loved it in fact, but being a Slayer was no easy task.
Not only did they risk their lives to rid the land of the most hideous of creatures but they also had to sacrifice a large part of which they were and what they wanted for themselves - Love, a steady home, and a normal life — none of this would ever be possible for Seth.
No one even knows of him. Not my Father or my Mother - when they learn what I have done…". She's been grumbling to my own Mother about it for years. Your Father on the other hand…..
Dorian thought about this for a moment. Yes, his Father would definitely be angry at first, maybe more angry than he has ever seen him before, but deep down he also knew that his father loved him, though he was hard to show it, and in that love there would be forgives - maybe not before a good pounding - but certainly after and then would come acceptance.
He was so quiet neither of them realized he had followed till he spoke. Garret may not have been a man of many words, but when he did have something to say it was well worth listening to. Dorian grinned at the big lug and with that, he took in a deep cleansing breath. I don't care what you say! We only want what is best for you. You are my son and I care for you very much. You don't know anything! Not after all that she has done and given up for you.
I am the one you are angry at, direct it at me! Seth watched him for the longest time as if trying to muster the guts, but by the blood that ran in his very veins, he had this in abundance.
Well, kiss my ass! I won't ever do as you command! The only reason you came back is because I am one of you. If I wasn't you never would have come back for me! I wanted to take you with me and if it had been at all possible, I would have, I promise you this, but it just wasn't an option back then, and as the years passed I just figured you were better off here away from all that I was so you could live a normal life.
Do I not get a say? Seth calmed for a moment, his breath hitching as he thought about it. It was true, he did feel it and God forgive him, a good part of him wanted to leave Auntie and their home behind and be that of which had always fascinated him, but what if…"What if I go with you and you decide not to keep me…. Dorian was very taken back by this. The idea that the child would think him capable of leaving him again or worse, discard him like rubbish was simply heartbreaking.
I would give my last breath for you; I would never decide not to keep you, ever. You mean more to me than anything else in this world, and I promise that I will always and forever more, stand behind you and protect you and love you with all the strength I possess.
Dorian was one of the toughest, most unemotional beings one could ever come across, but at this moment, he needed to let go of that and tell the boy what was truly in his heart. After hearing it however, the boy dropped his head then really started to cry, which made Dorian wonder if he had said something wrong. A moment later, however and without warning, his son threw himself into his arms so hard, the force of it nearly knocked them both over.
Days later, Seth was in the market swiping the last apple he would ever swipe from under the nose of grumpy old Henry Gregory when he felt a sudden sharp rap to the top of his hand. A second after, his Father was standing beside him holding the apple between his own forefinger and thumb.
Do you understand now? It was probably the reason he was dragging his feet to go home, or what he supposed use to be his home. Now he was heading for a new one where his Father said he could better become what nature had intended him to be, a prospect that was both exciting and frightening at the same time.
He was a bit nervous to leave Clear wood. It was the only place he had ever known, and now here he was leaving it to go off with a Father he barely knew. Then there was Auntie Isabella of course. She was the only Mother he had even known, and it made him very sad to have to leave her behind like this. Your Auntie will be fine. Dorian had no sooner spoke these words when he heard a strange snarling sound on the wind. Seth herd it too though no one else in the market seemed to. All of a sudden there was an explosion of wood and stone as something smashed through the gate right in front of where Seth was standing, knocking him to the ground.
A second later three emaciated creatures with putrid grey skin and large fangs came charging in snapping and snarling. Seth shot backwards with a shriek as the creature went for him first, but Dorian's sword was already in motion as he leaped forward and slashed it through the air.
A second later the beast's headless, lifeless body fell to the ground at Seth's feet, which made him shriek all the more. The other two beasts came next, both with arms and claws extended, but Dorian's movement was fluid as he spun around, then flipped head over heels over the beasts and landed on his feet behind them. Seconds later, they too fell as Seth sat there on the ground amazed.
Never in his life had he seen anyone fight like this - spinning, jumping, leaping, somersaulting — it was truly a sight to behold. Now come, we must go find Dain and Garret. Stay close to me, understand! Don't let anything get between us! He didn't have to tell Seth twice, who latched onto him and did not let go till they reached the center of town where they found Dain and Garret running towards them with swords drawn. Whatever gave you that idea? Dorian ignored this flippant remark and got to the point.
Garret, take the boy. He will keep you safe. Garret, quick as you can gather our things and meet us at the cottage with the horses, alright? Dorian and Dain had just reached Isabella's cottage when two beasts converged in front of them. Both reacted instantly, Dain taking the first with a flying kick and a quick swing of the blade.
Dorian the other with a spin and the short blade he carried on his hip which he planted in the center of the beasts putrid grey forehead.
It was at that moment that he heard the shrieking from inside the cottage that sent him running toward it. Upon entering he saw a third Ghoul kneeling over Isabella, ravenously biting and ripping at her flesh. Seeing this, caused an unexpected explosion of primal instincts to erupt from him that he never realized lurked beneath the surface. One moment he was standing there and the next he found himself slashing and stabbing the beast over and over with a speed that he himself never knew possible.
When the creature was good and dead, he went over to Isabella and knelt down as she lay there gasping for air. Juliana gave all that she was, all her power, all of her life force, everything to save him…leaving nothing for herself. Both slayer and Witch combined….. She lifted a weakened hand and pointed towards the fireplace. Take it with you…. But it was no use. She was already gone, and so with a heavy heart he reached up and closed her eyes and said a prayer in the ancient tongue of his people.
He then laid her head gently down and positioned her arms peacefully across her chest. I will never forget you. At first he saw nothing out of the ordinary, no loose stones, no cracks, but then his eye caught something on the side of the mantle - a small hole in the wood.
Does anyone else wanna smack that guy? Willow and Oz do the same]. Prepare to have your spines tingled and your gooses bumped by the terrifying Maybe it's 'cause of all the horrific things we've seen, but, hippos wearing tutus just don't unnerve me the way they used to. It was supposed to be Phantasm.
Cowering in a closet is starting to seem like a reasonable plan. Okay that part was realistic. Frat boys aren't too obsessive with their cleaning. Might not be decoration per se. I wasn't scared, I was in the spirit. And we back you up on that. Even if they question us separately. Sensing a disturbance in the force, Master?
Ah, left speaker's crackin' a little bit. And you feel stabbing it's the proper solution? Where's supportive boyfriend guy?
Oh, he's picking up your dry-cleaning, but he told me to tell you he's afraid you're gonna get hurt.
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