I Will Not Kneel

Sequel to Hell Spoke, decided to make it a short story :)

I Will Not Kneel

“I have foreseen this moment, hence I chose you as my champion” Spoken by King

The wounded mans knee is bent, his head faced to the ground
It seems that no hope was to be found

The King points to the wounded man
“You have already lost, kneel to me and I shall make you a warrior among men with this time being for eternity”

The wounded man remains silent, his wounds still ache from the battle with the King of hell. Bruises on his skin, the blood dripping from his head blinding his sight

Even a skilled warrior such as himself had no chance against the Kings might.

“I kneeled to you once” The wounded man whimpered, his voice still shaky from fatigue and injuries

The King crosses his arms with pride smiling and snickering at the wounded man

“I kneeled to you once” the wounded man repeated before standing up on his own two feet, he stumbles on his way back up

“And I have felt more alive than I have ever been. I have seen the world in ways I couldn’t even think of. In return I lost my friends, my family but most of all I lost myself”

“But your deception has allowed me to scratch and crawl to regain my honor through great effort”

“And now you are here again, facing me” The King grinned at his own remark

“Aye, i’m here again, facing you”

“Face it Agnar, the likes of you were never meant for mankind, you and me, we are conquerors. Hell spoke and it showed you who you truly are”

“Now kneel and let us be reunited once more”
The King demanded with his voice more intimidating and imperious than ever

Agnar frowns and looks below him. He slowly crouches by bending one knee

The King assuming Agnars submission, he expressed his arms and laughed menacingly, blindingly accepting Agnars allegiance once more

But when the King stopped laughing and returned his attention back to Agnar, he had realized that the warrior had only knelt to pick up his sword gripping the blade tightly with his right hand

“Pathetic fool you will die in this hell!” The King ignites the fire from his flesh in rage and wields his battle axe

The King being much larger than the warrior angrily stomps his foot and growls “No one will love nor remember you Agnar, you will always be the heavens failure”

Agnar knew this would be his final stand. With tears dripping from his eyes and his body weakened and trembling in fear and agony. He braced himself with his battle stance, unable to hold the sword properly from his injuries

His final moments he thought of regret and the terror in his life. Endless memories of pain. The mistakes and the failures that haunted him for a lifetime. Lastly, the loss of his wife and daughter until, another memory emerges.

He thought of the friends that brought him joy and laughter . His Mother and Father finally forgiving him as he had done the same. He thought of his wife and daughter.

He thought of the day he first held them in his arms, for the first time feeling love and peace. The embrace that made him realize, he had found true atonement for the life he had lived.

Now filled with joyful memories he smiled one last time as a tear dripped down his face

The King roared loudly preparing to end Agnars existence once and for all

“With every failure, I found strength,
with every lie you told, I found wisdom
with every pain I endured I survived
with every tear I shed I found peace”

Agnar with now regained strength and bravery tightens his grip even more fueled with courage then braces a more sturdy and refined battle stance
facing the King with full grit

“I will die in this Hell, but I will not kneel!” He roared to the face of the King with full force

The now angered King of Hell charges Agnar head on, raising his battle axe. The fire on his skin now more enlightened

Agnar, with every little left of fight in his heart gives one last battle cry before heading into the fray