Deviant: No Longer Human

"Squeeek!"

The spikes impaled the beast\'s minions one after another, their sharp edges piercing through flesh and bone with ease.

The beasts let out pained cries, their bodies convulsing as the spikes drove deep into their necks.

But the horror didn\'t end there.

The moment the spikes struck, they unleashed a burning force that incinerated the beasts from the inside out, leaving nothing behind—not even ashes.

"It\'s... It\'s killing them all...!" a soldier whispered, his voice filled with disbelief as he watched the miracle.

"It\'s like a divine judgment... None of them are being spared..." another murmured, his eyes wide with awe and terror.

The Nether spikes, with their otherworldly power, turned the battlefield into a scene of absolute carnage, erasing every trace of the monsters that had once terrorized the city.

It was like watching an execution ordered by a deity—precise, unyielding, and inescapable.

Everyone who witnessed it could only stare in stunned silence, their minds struggling to comprehend what they had just seen.

It was effortless.

It was magical.

It was divine.

As they gazed at the sky, the black mist began to dissipate, revealing the bright blue sky once more.

The sun shone down on the city, its warm rays a stark contrast to the nightmare that had just passed.

But by the time they looked up, the figure—the plain man who had brought such devastation—was gone, leaving behind nothing but the memory of his impossible power.

Everything had happened so quickly, so seamlessly, that it felt like a dream.

And yet, the destroyed buildings, the flaming vehicles, and the blood-soaked pathways were all too real.

If not for the lingering devastation, they might have mistaken it all for an illusion.

As the sky cleared and the last remnants of the battle faded into the ether, a stunned silence fell over the crowd.

The devastation was still fresh, the destroyed buildings and the smoldering wreckage.

But then, from the back of the crowd, a voice rang out, breaking the silence.

"That domain... I\'ve seen it before!" someone shouted, his voice filled with a mix of shock and recognition.

All eyes turned to the man—a soldier, his armor stained with dirt and blood.

He was trembling, his face pale as if he had just seen a ghost. "That was the Eight Prince\'s domain! I saw it in the Netherlands a few weeks ago!"

"Really?"

"Was it Prince?"

"Who is this Prince?"

"Wait you mean the Infamous Eight Prince?"

"The tyrant?"

The crowd buzzed with sudden energy, the name instantly igniting a firestorm of whispers and murmurs.

"The Eight Prince? Are you sure?!" a woman gasped, her eyes wide with disbelief.

"Yes, yes! I saw it with my own eyes!" the soldier insisted, his voice rising with urgency. "That black domain ... it\'s exactly what happened there! He\'s the one who did this!"

More cheers erupted from the soldiers and onlookers who had been on the brink of despair just moments ago.

They began to shout in triumph, relief washing over them as they realized they had been saved.

"The Prince saved us! We\'re alive because of him!" one soldier cried, his voice thick with emotion.

"For the first time, the Prince has saved lives instead of destroying nations!" another exclaimed laughing loudly, throwing his hands into the air in jubilation.

The crowd, which had moments ago been gripped by terror, now surged with excitement.

The name of the Eight Prince, once spoken only in whispers of fear and contempt, was now being chanted with awe and admiration.

"But… isn\'t he supposed to be the Devil incarnate?" one man muttered, his brow furrowing in confusion. "The Tyrant Emperor… the one who leaves nothing but ruins?"

"Doesn\'t he Knidnapp hundreds of virgin maidens each year?"

"Is he the same Pricne on which hundreds of cases are filed for being involved with minors and witchcraft?"

"Yeah, I heard the Holy Church declared him the world\'s most wanted!" another added, shaking his head as if trying to reconcile the stories he had heard with what he had just witnessed.

"Could it all have been rumors? Lies spread by those who fear him?" a young woman asked, her voice tinged with wonder. "After all, how could someone who just saved an entire city be as evil as they say?"

"It makes you wonder, doesn\'t it?" an older man mused, stroking his beard thoughtfully. "Maybe the stories were exaggerated… or maybe those who spread them had something to gain by making us fear him."

"But why would the Holy Church call him an enemy if he\'s capable of such miracles?" another person interjected, skepticism still lingering in their voice. "They wouldn\'t do that without a reason, would they?"

"Who knows?" someone else replied, shaking their head. "Maybe he\'s more complicated than we\'ve been led to believe. A devil to his enemies, but a savior to those who need him…"

The murmurs continued to spread through the crowd, growing in intensity as more people voiced their thoughts.

Speculation ran wild, the tales of the Eight Prince now being questioned and dissected in the light of what had just transpired.

"Could he really be a hero in disguise? A misunderstood savior?" one man wondered aloud, earning nods from those around him.

"Or maybe he\'s both," a woman suggested, her voice low and contemplative. "A devil when he needs to be, and a guardian when the world calls for one."

"Either way, we owe him our lives today," another soldier said, his voice carrying a note of finality. "That\'s all that matters to me."

As the crowd continued to debate and speculate, one thing was certain—their perceptions of the Eight Prince had been irrevocably altered.

In the days that followed the events at Frostgard, news of the battle spread across the globe like wildfire.

The entire world was shaken, struggling to believe the incredible reports that had emerged from the chaos.

What shocked people even more than the sheer scale of the beast attack was the identity of their unexpected savior—none other than the infamous Eight Prince.

The internet quickly became a battleground, with two factions emerging.

On one side were those who supported the prince, hailing him as a hero who had saved countless lives.

They argued that whatever his past might hold, his actions at Frostgard proved that he was capable of great good.

"Finally, people see him for who he truly is—a protector, not just a destroyer!" one supporter posted, their comment liked by thousands.

"He\'s not the monster the Church says he is," another agreed. "He saved that entire city when no one else could. Give the man some credit!"

But the other side was just as vocal, insisting that the Eight Prince\'s intervention was nothing more than a calculated move to rehabilitate his tarnished image.