A realm beyond that of earth.

Wile Seiðr, a god of magic and sorcery stood at the precipice of a great fire. The arcane inferno was caused none other than himself, watching with an expression of delight as the village was torn asunder by his own actions. "Peasants...Like hounds, must be scolded every so often.." The god let out a hollow chuckle before turning away from the chaos. In front of him was the great echoing mountains of this realm, a place he had called his domain for many years now. The village he had just rid of was the last of settlements that dared to create civilization so close to the home of this bitter sorcerer, he finally had silence. However, up above, was a being that has had enough of Wile's games, treating people as if they were pawns on a chessboard.

Wile continued his walk through the brutal cold and snow, up a path he had created just moments ago to return to his castle, his throne. However, he was halted by the very same figure that watched him destroy the village. With a slightly cocked head, Wile gazed upon the cloaked man and raised his hand, now glowing with green arcane energy. "Reveal yourself mortal, or I will have you cast into oblivion..." He threatened with a stance of pride and confidence. Wile's expression of pride was quickly turned to that of surprise. In front of him was the infamous god-breaker of this realm, what was but a myth to Wile had now become a reality standing strong while removing his hood.

"I do not believe my old eyes, the god-breaker at last.." Wile chuckled while still holding up his powerful hand, the snow literally ceased to fall as if time had halted. The breaker smirked while drawing his enchanted blade, a weapon that has tasted the blood of thousands of mages and gods so the stories go. "Your time has come, Wile Seiðr..Tyrant of the mountains, master of the dark arts. You will taste the blade that will welcome you to your demise..Do you have any last words, god?" The man asked with a low and bold voice, holding the blade out in front of him. "But of course..You are a fool, mortal!" Wile shouted while casting a bolt of dark energy at the breaker, but to his surprise was deflected with skilled reflexes and was charged at by his enemy.

Breaker was now in front of Wile, screaming while bringing down his blade towards the head of the god. That god, however, grabbed the edged metal with his bare hand while grinning. "Did you really come here with just that piece of scrap? Disappointed.." He taunted while using his free hand to grip Breaker's face, charging it with a blast that sent him soaring through the still halted snow and crashed into the mountain side. Breaker would only have a moment to collect himself before his body was engulfed in a green flame, being magically lifted back over to Wile and held in place a few feet off the ground. "I am the GOD OF SORCERY in this realm you dolt! No one man can even dream to eliminate me, to cast me out of my throne!" Wile screamed as Breaker yelled in agony from the flames slowly burning his flesh. But even then, he started to chuckle, which disturbed the god. "What is this? Some sort of joke? Why do you laugh during your demise mortal!?"

His question was almost instantly answered, as his arms and legs were quickly wrapped up in divine chain that bursted up from the snow. "What!? NO!" He shouted while struggling, his grasp on the god breaker was broken during the sudden change in the battle. "I am not one man, we are many..Many men who over the years joined forces to stop your reign of terror in this land!" Breaker announced with open arms, revealing a few dozen of the realms greatest heroes, mages, clerics and many more that had jumped down from the cliffs and climbed up from the snow. Wile, for once in a very long time, was concerned. "This wont last you know? I WILL HAVE VENGEANCE!" He shouted with a bit of fear and frustration in his voice as the men closed in on him. "As you know, we cannot just kill a god with the power you have. However, we have a fate for you that might even be worse than death!" Breaker informed the still struggling god while nodding at the guilds head mages, starting some sort of chant while their old hands pointed at the ground Wile stood upon.

"You will be banished from this realm, Wile Seiðr. Forever doomed to walk in a lesser realm where you don't have all of this power. Now...BEGONE!" The god breaker stomped up to the god as a portal formed on the ground right behind Wile, and kicked him right into it. The last thing the guild heard before the portal sealed up was the screaming terror of Wile Seiðr, god of sorcery.

Earth.

The night sky flashed for but a moment, what most would assume was a bolt of lightning was actually Wile crossing over to this realm. The former god groaned as he pushed some of the rubble off of his body, slowly getting to his feet and observing the hell he was banished to. "What is this cursed place? I feel..So weak..So..Oh no!" It took Wile a second to notice how light his body felt, running over to a puddle on the ground he gasped in utter horror. "I'm..A BOY!? A CHILD!" He screamed with his young voice, clasping his young face. "This is a nightmare, this IS worse than death!" He continued his rant while stomping around what seemed to be some sort of ruined building. "I must discover where I am, NOW!" He screamed while jumping up and down in a fit. This tantrum was cut short however, when a tank came crashing through one of the stone walls. The sorcerer's first reaction of course, was to instantly fire a bolt of arcane energy at it, resulting in the metal behemoth to explode. Wile grinned after destroying the military vehicle and looked at his still glowing hand. "I do feel an immense loss in my powers..But they are still within me..Hmm?" Wile snapped out of his monologue, for he heard the feint cries of a grown man.

A VRS soldier was pinned under a large chunk of what was the tank a few moments ago. It was far to heavy to push off of himself. "What the hell took out the tan-AAAAUGH!" He cried out while squirming as Wile jumped on the piece of scrap metal and crouched down to observe the human. "Mortal, where are we at this very moment?" He asked calmly. "V-v-Venezuela! What the hell are you!?" The soldier tried reaching for his weapon but ceased as soon as Wile used his magic to lift up the tank scrap off of his body while still standing on it. "Venezuela you say? What a silly name! You there mortal!" Wile shouted while raising up two fingers that glowed, making the now standing VRS get on his knees. "You are now my servant, and your name will be grunt, do you understand me Grunt?" Wile asked with a smile, the man now named Grunt gave a slow nod while bumbling "Yes, Lord Wile.."

Wile and his slave started walking through the destroyed city, he might look like a boy and no longer a god, but what is to stop him from ruling yet another realm?