Larellius, the God of The Hunt, felt his divinity becoming more powerful after killing the Avarus Lupum. The Divine Races in his territory were blessed with a bountiful harvest and celebrated his hunt. He sat on his “heavenly” throne covered in beast skins while caressing his bow. The giant head of a white wolf hung above him and since it was one of his greatest conquests he decided to keep it as the main trophy.

All Gods had different domains, areas where they held absolute power and control, and each one reflected their divinity. Of course, the strongest Gods were truly omnipotent in their domains while the weaker ones weren’t able to exercise full control it in its entirety.

The center of the hunting domain was a palace made from stone and wood with a simple look, but it was more durable than one would expect. That’s why Larellius could relax easily and bask in the feeling of his own glory.

At least, that’s what he thought but he suddenly felt something intrude in on his domain before disappearing. He stood up and a wooden spear flew toward his hands and while one would think it was flimsy it was able to pierce a mountain in his hands.

“My Lord?” The radiant celestials who had a slightly human appearance knelt down. They stood on either side of the room ready to serve the God that ruled over them.

“It was nothing.” Larellius placed the spear down sat on the throne.

All of a sudden, something burst through the walls that were thought to be incredibly resilient. The towering figure of a black wolf with rage-filled yellow eyes opened its jaws and bared its teeth as it gripped Larellius in its jaws.

It happened so fast that no one could even react let alone process what was going on. Its teeth pressed upon the body and the God who was so imposing a few moments ago began to be crushed.

Larellius opened his mouth to scream but the air was pushed out of his chest under the massive weight. It felt as if the world was placed on his abdomen and he was given just enough leeway not to be killed immediately.

The Wolf was obviously Indras and it took mere moments to subdue Larellius. He shook his head and Larellius was swung around like a ragdoll before being thrown into a wall.

Indras saw the trophy head of his mother and instantly moved to consume as his rage continued to build. He quickly finished and turned his attention to the broken God who was quickly regenerating.

“So there was another? Good! Good!” Larellius climbed to his feet as excitement shown in his eyes, but that was only for a moment. The danger didn’t really set in due to him being inside of his domain, but after he finished speaking he found himself under Indras’ claws that pushed him into the ground.

There was no need for Indras to waste time and his anger didn’t allow for those thoughts to form. He lowered his head and began to rip Larellius’ limbs apart while the God watched on in horror as it dawned on him. He assumed the only reason the wolf had the upper hand was due to the factor of surprise, but when he could do nothing but watch his extremities be removed he became fearful. The worst part was with each body part consumed, he could feel his power vanishing with it.

Indras shifted into his smaller form when nothing but the torso and head of Larellius were left and gripped his hair before dragging him back to his throne.

“Kill him! What are you doing!” Larellius screamed at the celestials who were all frozen in horror.

They swallowed their fear and tried to move but the space around them rippled and they were forcefully locked into their positions. They could only watch as the man with black hair and yellow eyes toss their God onto the pelt covered throne.

Indras lifted the wooden spear with one hand and the other held Larellius in place. With one motion he impaled Larellius’ body into the throne.

“Remember your God as he is now,” Indras spoke to the people in the room before he plunged his hand into Larellius chest and ripped out his heart. In front of the Celestials, he ate the entire heart while Larellius found himself unable to repair the damage to his body.

He opened and closed his mouth repeatedly as the life drained from his body and even his godly constitution couldn’t save him.

Indras wiped the blood from his mouth before disappearing and then it began. The death of the God quickly spread and while it wasn’t an event that was unheard of the details caused waves of shock. With the miserable death of Larellius the Gods mission to send a warning to the Realm by eradicating the Avarus Lupum completely backfired.

Very soon after that, weaker Gods began to drop like flies and the matter became even more frightening. Those who witnessed Gods being torn apart named the Avarus Lupum responsible “The Devourer” as it consumed anything that got in its way.

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While all Gods were wary of Indras and there was a nonstop search for him, the final straw came with the death of Helion and the revelation that came with it. Helion didn’t reincarnate immediately after his death which should’ve been an easy task for such a powerful being. It became clear that Indras had the ability to take divinity and paranoia spread amongst the most powerful Gods.

Even if they weren’t involved with the death of the Avarus Lupum, they couldn’t help but fear what Indras would do when his revenge was complete. Maybe he would be too powerful for them to handle. Maybe he would turn his attention to them after having no one else to punish. Maybe he would go find a place to die. The uncertainty was what forced them to action seeing as they couldn’t exactly ask Indras to stop nor would he.

So they set a trap for Indras and lured him with a weaker God who had no choice in the matter. A female God wearing dark purple robes was incredibly nervous as she set over a magical formation created by several Gods far more powerful than her. Her abilities lay with the cosmos and she could bring down meteors to attack, but from what she heard about Indras, he would just eat them. He was something like an unofficial God as he didn’t have his own divinity but grew to the level where he could take on powerful beings like Helion.

That wasn’t the reason she was nervous though. She was one of the Gods who participated in the attack on Avarus. They had attacked in hundreds but were now less than half of those numbers, in fact, there barely two hundred of them were still around.

She shuddered as she recalled what happened to Helion’s angels. More specifically, a certain Archangel. Since she wasn’t powerful enough she couldn’t create her own angels but if she had any they would surely have fled. Torture couldn’t even describe the state of the pitiful Archangel. It was clear that her death was extremely slow and the only thing that was able to be recognized were the wings that were ripped out of her back.

No one saw Indras as a simple Avarus Lupum and even the oldest of Gods had stepped out to ensure his destruction.

Far off from the empty field that was there to bait him, Indras watched with a vicious sneer. Even if it was a trap he would go as long as he had the chance to kill another one of the Gods who attacked the Avarus.

He vanished from sight and then reappeared as a giant wolf above the female God with no warning. The formation under them activated but not before he swallowed bait whole. It was likely she didn’t even realize what happened which was a privilege others went without.

The ground lit up and strange letters and symbols began to glow before Indras was forcefully pushed to the highest levels of the Divine Realm.

The border between the Divine Realm and the Origin Realm was where the Gods waited to attack. Indras opened his eyes to see that he was surrounded by Gods who were even stronger than Helion but there wasn’t the slightest sign of distress to be found from him.

Instead, Indras’ body began to glow with burning orange veins as different elements and energies surrounded him.

“Impossible!” Some Gods who were far more intelligent saw that Indras was using the power of Gods he consumed.

“How did he gain their knowledge?!” A God with six arms and no face somehow shouted.

Greed, some extremely powerful Gods felt that emotion for the first time as they thought of what they would be able to do with the abilities of other Gods. No matter how powerful they were they couldn’t take over a divinity they had no knowledge of, but if Indras really did retain those experiences and memories of the Gods he ate...They began to covet him and some made plans to make him into their own personal hunting dog.

Indras could sense the change in the mood and their eyes showed that they wished to possess him instead of killing him but he would die before he let their wishes come true.

“...Is this enough, Oreyna?” Indras suddenly felt tired then he recalled her words. Was it enough to make them remember the Avarus? Would they look back after thousands of years and speak about the species in hushed whispers?

Indras laughed to himself before sighing, “...Not yet.”

He looked at the Origin Realm that sat in the distance. Pure and raw forms of energy clashed together in a wild yet beautiful manner producing cloudy multi-colored auroras that were so dense no one would able to see what was behind them.

“Is that where all of you are?” Indras asked himself.

The Gods were caught off guard as Wolf surrounded by different abilities suddenly moved, he opened his mouth and a small sun flew out before exploding. The Gods caught in the detonation of the miniature sun were injured and became Indras’ main targets. He teleported in front of one and bit into his body while projectiles rained on his exposed back.

Although he tried to create a shield around himself there were hundreds of beings, just as strong as him if not even more powerful, that were attacking together. In a few minutes, he continued to eat more and more of the Gods who were easier targets.

‘More. More. More.’ Indras repeated inwardly as he pounced onto a giant God that rivaled him in size and wrestled with him.

Indras eventually won out and bit down on his neck while the hot blood poured out. ‘More. More. More.’

It didn’t even feel real anymore, there was no pain as the attack rendered his body useless. No matter how hard he bit down he felt no resistance. The skies of the Divine Realm sat below him while the cloudy auroras of the Origin Realm floated above him. It made everything seem dream-like to Indras.

“Is...this...enough?” Indras asked aloud.

The remaining Gods who desired to obtain him thought he was surrendering and began to smile while thinking of how to entice him further. They didn't even blink at how many of their numbers died because that's how badly they wanted what Indras had.

“Yes, as long as you cooperate we can find a use for you.” Tempting whispers floated into his ears.

Indras closed his eyes and he could see his kin. His parents, Oreyna, his children, his pack, all of the Avarus. They were calling to him and he wanted to let go of everything but he suddenly opened his eyes.

“It’s not enough.” Indras began moving toward the Origin Realm and the Gods panicked.

“Stop him!” They began to chase after him but he speed was far too quick for them to compete with.

Indras soared into the Origin Realm and the energies threatened to tear him apart, but he began to consume them and drift deeper and deeper inside of the realm.

The Gods could only watch as the clouds of energy looked to have destroyed Indras. The chances of him surviving were non-existent as the Origin Realm was considered a certain death for all beings.