Ordazar

The air crackled with raw power as the Demigod Ordazar loomed before me, an entity of unimaginable size and ancient rage. Its form towered, dark and terrible, the very fabric of its being barely contained by the shattered remnants of the idol. Shadows churned and twisted around it like living creatures, writhing in torment as the colossal presence of the god-like being sought to reassert control over the space. Its eyes, cold and were burning like dying stars, flickered across me, examining me with an intensity that made the air itself vibrate.

In an instant they were in an ancient d deep underground temple forgotten by time but now reclaimed. The walls of the cavern groaned under the weight of Ordazar’s power, as though they too were trying to flee from the very presence of the enraged entity. The ground beneath me trembled, and I could feel a force press down upon me, heavy and suffocating. It was as though the universe itself was bracing for something monumental. My heart pounded, but he stood firm, unwilling to let the overwhelming terror of the moment take root.

You have freed me, mortal,” Ordazar’s voice echoed, layered with the gravitas of forgotten tongues. The words reverberated through the cavern, rattling the bones of the earth itself. “The debt needs to be paid. Speak your wish… and let it be known, my gifts are absolute.”

“Do you want riches and a pile of gold and many gems appeared. Maybe you would like a potion of ambrosia to be like a god and a small vial appeared on a small table. Perhaps you’d like to know all the magic in the world and a book shelf with several tomes was suddenly next to Chance. I know magic armor, a weapon of power, and back pack with what you need in it, constant supplies just for you. And a chain mail suit was on a rack of with a simple fighting staff and magic back pack.

My gaze never wavered from Ordazar, despite the palpable weight by pressing against my chest. This wasn’t the first time I’d faced power on this scale. I had crossed paths with sorcerers who controlled the elements, bartered with devils who toyed with human souls, and gambled with the very fabric of fate. I knew how these things worked. Power wasn’t everything—control was. And beings like Ordazar, despite their infinite strength, were creatures of arrogance. They always believed they had the upper hand.

I flinched at the sound, but only for a moment. Beneath the raw power of the entity’s voice, I could feel its true essence, an undercurrent of amusement, an expectation thatI would falter, that I would succumb to the overwhelming magnitude of the creature’s presence. But I wasn’t here to make a wish in the traditional sense. I wasn’t here to accept some grand boon or bargain for power.

I exhaled slowly, keeping my feet planted firmly on the trembling ground. I had dealt with twisted deals before, and I knew the rules of this game. A wish could be granted—but it could just as easily be warped, twisted into something grotesque. This wasn’t a moment for desire or greed. It was a moment to outwit the very force standing before me.

“Choose one of these or make your own wish,” Ordazar thundered.

With a quiet confidence, my lips curled into a smile. The creature’s eyes glowed even brighter, fixating on me with renewed interest. “I wish you were a just-born baby, with no knowledge of who you were or what power you had.”

For a heartbeat, there was nothing—no response, no sound, only the oppressive weight of the air pressing down on me.

Then, something shifted. A subtle crackle of resistance ran through the air, and the ground beneath my feet buckled as though the very world was recoiling from the unnaturalness of his wish. The energy in the cavern grew thick with tension, and the immense power of Ordazar seemed to falter, just for an instant.

The great entity’s eyes widened, flickering as if trying to process the absurdity of the request. For the first time since I had uttered it, Ordazar hesitated.

“NO—” The word burst from its lips in a frantic scream of disbelief and fury. The walls of the cavern trembled as the darkness that coiled around the entity began to ripple and unravel. It recoiled as though it was being torn apart from the inside out.

The very air seemed to scream with the force of the transformation. The darkness that had once been the creature’s body began to lose its form, folding in on itself, contorting into something else entirely. The ground cracked open as the shadows dissipated, unraveling like threads of forgotten nightmares. Ordazar’s many eyes blinked in rapid succession, one by one, their light sputtering out until all that remained was a void where once had been divine rage.

I stood unmoving, eyes fixed on the now shrinking form of Ordazar. The transformation was not swift—it was agonizingly slow, like a universe collapsing in on itself. The massive being twisted, its immense form folding inward as if unraveling under the weight of my wish. And with a final, heart-wrenching wail, the entity collapsed into something utterly insignificant.

A newborn baby lay where the titan once stood, wailing in confusion at the world, its tiny fists flailing as it sought to understand its place in a universe that no longer made sense. The great entity, once a force of vengeance and fear, was reduced to nothing more than a helpless infant, incapable of understanding its own past, its former power, or even its own existence.

I stepped forward, my boots making a soft echoing sound in the cavern’s now quiet atmosphere. I stood over the child, his breath steady, a faint smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. The infant’s cries were sharp, high-pitched, and desperate, but there was no malice in them, no power to twist the world around them.

I knelt down and gently lifted the child into his arms. The transformation had worked, but the weight of it all settled on me. I had won. But at what cost? What would he do now that Ordazar—now a mere child—was in my care?

I glanced at the shattered idol, the wreckage of the once-powerful entity. The world had changed in an instant. My wish had reshaped everything. But even as I held the child, I couldn’t shake the feeling that the game was far from over. In some ways, it had only just begun.

The baby’s cries seemed to echo in his ears as he stood. A shiver ran down my spine. I couldn’t help but wonder: How long would this last? Would the infant remain ignorant of its past? Or would it grow, remembering the horrors it once wrought, seeking vengeance once again?

“Well,” I murmured, his voice soft and distant. “That worked. But I’ve got a feeling we’re not done here.”

The cavern, now silent and still, seemed to hold its breath, as if waiting to see what would come next.

I knew I was deep in a dungeon and must escape. From a banner that Ordazar had quickly form to decorate the chamber I made a crude sling to carry the baby across his chest. I made a bag and put the most valuable gems in it I took the potion and put in another, I also took the smallest lightest book, then he got dressed in the chain mail tied the bags on a rope belt he tied the child across his chest picked up the weapon put on the magic back pack and stepped into the underground passage.