The same white clad cultist follow down a narrow corridor, being led by Leviathan, Obsidian, Flood, and Onslaught. The first is about the age of some tween, long thick light black hair with spikes protruding out the back, dark gray eyes, and one eye contorted in a perpetual squint. White cloak hooked by semicircular gold trim shoulder guards, sleeveless jumper displaying a black sun cross, gloves, quilted vambraces, trousers, and white boots. All captains wear the quilted sleeve vambraces while also allowing for them to not don their organizational hood.
Obsidian has red short hair, blue swirling eyes, one side of his mouth slit open, lean, and huge. Slip on poncho combat robe, scaled gauntlets, stolen Altdorfian Teutonic knight cape, same semicircular shoulder guards, square shaped eye covered burqa with the sun cross in the middle, black full bodysuit, and irregular white boots. They only wear white and black.
Flood is a medium length black hair, orange eyes, olive skin, muscular, scarred facial features, same age as a teen, and the left side of his forehead is disintegrating into ash while slowly, perpetually floating away. Muscle shirt, sleeveless jumper, poncho combat robe, baggy white martial artist pants, same type of burqa as Obsidian, and white boots. Flood is a lot more powerful due to his ability of explosive fire.
Onslaught has brown hair with dark purple highlights, green eyes, light stubble, lanky but muscular build, and pronounced jawline. Same headgear as the other two, slip on poncho combat robe, same semicircular shoulder guards, white fingerless gloves, black full bodysuit, and irregular white boots. They all wear the same as the Apollyons but no muscle shirt or martial arts pants.
The three stop after Leviathan turns to look at them, he frowns when they wouldn’t ever beat him. Flood scoffs, rolling his eyes and glares off wards while thinking about his power’s range. Their leader above Jasmonia directly forbidden him of using the full extent of his power since it can effect the entire universe.
Only Vidar, Jasmonia, Keznpechi, and maybe Galahad Lancelot, if he actually can. A fire user that doesn’t possess Regalia or not be some type of Traveler, Fomoire, and something else entirely. Galahad is one of the Tower, that is not affiliated under White Fire. The bioterrorism genocidal group hellbent on exterminating Earth, for unknown reasons.
If the once identical twins go at it then Jollorus will only be standing under Vidar’s victory or completely decimated. Not even fair for the young twin can do ridiculous things when Minister’s Grace blesses him. Only Jollorus’s universe could tell but maybe not.
An outsider wouldn’t even tell of how powerful the four are in versatility, intelligence, and strength. Obsidian folds under pressure when seeing prostitution workers hanging around Malvena, as idiotic it sounds. Jas sits on the bench before having this siren-like noise blaring in his head. Next thing, is him thrust into Neraka, same as hell but way worse.
Landscape as blackened Earth, black smoke sprouts from the ground under sickly gray sky, charred skeletal remains kneeling while almost praying to the sky, and strange creatures. He looks at his unresponsive older brother, Vidar’s eyes look hollow. Extinguished lights bearing no life, emotions, subconscious, motivations, only agonizing regret.
“You look like rancid shit, almost Brusselian, who in the hell are you? Why am I having these links with someone I don’t even know. Pontiff, what’s going on?”
Everyone doesn’t have time to be incompetent in battles, they need competence all around Jollorus. He subtly uncontrollably cranes his head showing one blue eye while the other was the red sclera, black irises, and orange pupils from Tenso Mondzahn. Purgans, Hvithar, and Shonin are controlling their master to look at his young brother.
“Brother, traitor, loved one. How far you’ve fallen from the perch of your protector, he wants to protect all blood related or not.” they said in unison.
The link ends abruptly as the three slip away. Jas startles his unwilling bodyguards, he didn’t even want them to be assigned for him but because he’s one of those Towers, and Minister commanded Jasmonia to begrudgingly accept their protection. Obsidian giggles, as an Apollyon would find mundane stuff funny.
“A false pontiff? Wait, are you also saying fate is part of the Grand Design?” Harald questions Sandy.
“Stuff beyond our perceptible stars is driven by Charlie’s design. We simply have no control over our fates. What he has written can’t be undone, remember, we’re soldiers.” Sandy says, reminiscing the time he first met Saige, lotta dead bodies.
“No hard work is ever gonna change that. Look at the government’s states, I think Aardiperro done this on purpose for evil needs to exist in one form or another. It’s okay for us to be sent to hell, we are going there anyways. Isn’t that right Jash?” Bellion says, cheerfully laughing.
“You sonuva bitch!” Jasholin yells, lowering down the mask. “I’m ready on killing the selffucker.”
“Hold on, you guys fucked and self?” Typhon asked their most important inquiry. Dondi collapsed on the floor, clutching his sides before dragging his body to Vidar’s lap.
He spots the fizzling Beschädigt mask. “I have a plan and it’s going to be a good one. Now I gotta make it top secret.”
Qego had to get in between them to prevent some missing bodies cases though he’s willing. Ukinattox calms Jash down with savory or sugary snacks, he goes and finds a corner to sit shocking Mulysses. Legatus leaves desperately looking for food and sees Jack finishing his chase, he scratches his cheek.
Time has passed when Sorn found the location of Vangron, his bloodlust is itching on killing Shield, he unsheathes Oneindige bladdans. Cutting off a wooden arm used for traps, Typhon quickly summons a sword staff and gets some shallow cuts in before being forced away. He doesn’t let up on attacks while maneuvering around so cartoonishly.
The staff gets violently destroyed when Sorn reverses grips it and thrust the whole thing in Shield’s kidneys. Typh materializes a worn battle axe before slicing Vangron’s jaw, it hangs by threads, shattered bones fall breaking even more, and his tongue has a crescent shaped cut on the side. Typhon grabs a kid by her throat and presents them to the person stationed on the ballista.
“Yeah, fire it, I fucking dare you! Kid, you’re gonna be fine unless death wants to see you very soon.” she screams in no time.
“Delilah, don’t be afraid!” Sorn drops her with a large thud. He sticks the battle axe into the ground next to Delilah, he walks over standing against his opponent. “You fiend, what makes you think this is okay?”
Typh lowers his scarf and reveals his mouth. “I’m part of the Mortality Committee, has everyone forgotten it. I am here to slaughter an enemy of Malvena, not play housemaid.”
Majority back up when they saw the slit cheeks. He hasn’t suffered from any injury since his reaction time is upgraded significantly when Oneindige is released. Vang jumps forward and blocks an strike but was a feint for dagger aiming for his throat.
“How are you manifesting those weapons?” Shield counters before front kicking him. Rather groaning in pain, the killing itch is growing even more, now more focused. Sorn remembers another weapon way more destructive, the spiked warhammer. He smacks him across the face, disfiguring and fracturing everything.
“My ability makes infinite amounts of all weapons. I can use all of them or individually in accordance of my will. I’ve been trying to make Excalibur,” Typh says, bending downwards sighing, “but that’s been too futile.”
“I’ve augmented my body so I can use perfect high regeneration. Overloading it so it will malfunction is stupid. Now you know why death will never come for me.”
He smirks drawing all of the power. “Ready for the main act asswipe? Twin sword stake!”
Conical shape of sword tips protrude out from the ground. They’re all individual pieces, not connected together. None hit so he lifts his hand up and moves them like a conductor as they pass buildings.
Bloodlust: ninety nine percent.
Gradually some got stuck and left the main group. “Stop running away Vangron! All I want is to kill you!”
Shield picks up the battle axe then attacks Delilah, slashing her across the chest. The mother puts pressure and sadly cradles her only child. Typhon gouges an eye out with his Regalia, everything in his mind snaps.
Bloodlust: ????
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Typhon unlocks hysterical strength, his Jenseitiger glows a fiery blue while thickens to the point everyone can see it. There’s two visible words named Forza Isterica displayed between his eyes, he cuts Vangron that would give the Spanish Inquisition a run for their currency. Countless weapons break in the attempt.
“Get out of my way, Kaladon’s gonna fuck my younger siblings if I lose!”
“That remembers when I fucked my dog.” a voice in the crowd rings out.
“You’re fucking disgusting, Jon. Does anyone have hallucinogenics?”
“The memory came back of when I was in a coma and my dad raped me.”
“Hey Jon, wanna join the dogfucker cult?” person wearing a fur bodysuit.
“Oh, come on, where’s was that confidence from before?” Typhon mockingly tilts his head to the side. “Don’t leave me hanging unless you wanna swing.”
Instead of standing his ground, Vangron runs away cowardly, a grip on the shoulder ends up with blades sprouting out from his chest. He dislocates every bone in the right arm and Shield cuts off his entire appendage. Sorn notices there was small greek fire explosive stashed in the flesh, he picks it up before swiftly putting that bomb in Vangron’s collar.
Vangron rips the back collar off dropping the dangerous stuff. Shield throws it and Sorn grabs the explosive in the palm of his hand, he crunches down on it, while exploding in Typh’s grasp. He two hands his Regalia and does a downwards diagonal slash tearing the front chest fabric. Despite it being goddamn Greek fire, he isn’t perturbed by it.
“Sandy always trains us by lighting ourselves on fire. To gain some type of resistance to that bullshit.” Typhon says. But that’s completely different from regular fire compared with his. Almost feels too hot like hell fires or the sun is at the command of him.
He feels the hysterical strength wearing him down while making his entire body heavy. Getting momentum was the most hardest part right now. Breathing comes rasped and vision becomes hazy so he makes a desperate move on impaling his opponent.
“Fuck, I figuratively feel like dying. Nah, we all promised to share *his* burden.” Typh wraps a grip on his wrist to keep the flow of Jenseitiger steady. He cuts large chunks out before stumbling pass Vang, Sorn vaguely spots a crate of eyeballs and takes the whole thing.
“Ah, shit.” William says, dreading the inevitable consequences. Legatus spots him wobbling and jumps out of a two story window to help him.
“Why did you bring a box of human eyeballs!” Rumenor shouts.
“Huh? I thought they were fruit. Maybe blood is escaping my eyes.”
“You ignorant buffoon dumbass. Die and I will bring you back to life so I can personally kick your ass.”
“That’s… too adorable.” Typhon singsongs, before passing out. Rumenor shouts out at Jack and his privates to help the two as they obliged instantly.
When all of them got there, the war room, Qego takes the crate and accidentally trips, one of the human eye flies in the air then bangs into Vidar’s left eye.
“That’s too goddamn convenient!” Sevatarius shouts. It starts glowing yellowish before seemingly switching places but none can find that orb. Bellion looks at one for a slight second and puts two and two together, he’s really smart, but ultimately stupid. Now, that’s rude.
“Oh shit, these are God Eyes. Welp,” Morgarien snickers, “Vidar got one, good for you, I hope another can work. Why are all of you staring at me?”
“Bellion,” tick marks grown on Sandy, “what are God Eyes? And how do you know about them?”
“They are essentially powerful ocular organs, well the power that was willingly given away by God Revenant King, to make them. Different functions ranging from ocular abilities imaginable but overstraining will internally bleed the inside of an eyeball, essentially intraocular hemorrhage. Alas, that crate is actually the last.” Bellion sighs sadly.
“We are obligated to destroy it, General Commander Sandy. What if Reinhard was here when Typhon found the crate.” said Angus, he is right, there would’ve been unspeakable disasters occurring if every dangerous criminals had one. From thief to rapists and finally homicidal maniacs, Sandy well knows this and is debating on whether or not to announce the order.
He closes his eyes. “Min Fang, take two persistent loyal soldiers and stash it anywhere. I don’t care if it’s Altdorf, Yittinum, Deustown, or your home country, just make sure they keep the box safe. This might well be a mistake but I fully trust them.”
“Yes sir!” Fang declares, she passes Bellion. “If this ends badly, I’m tearing your head off.”
The most laidback people shudder just from hearing that. Morgarien coughs in his hand trying to play it off and goes to next to Arrancar, the latter looks at his hand.
“Are you fucking kidding me? After this, I want a perfect, honest reasoning.” he says, leaning forward and waits for the dismissal. Arrancar is standing there impatiently, he mutters. “Bellion knows more than letting off of.”
Sandy bangs the ground and Arrancar disappears, having his back behind their wall’s entrance to that war room. Bellion meets up with him, dusting off the haori from palpable amount of dust. He opens an eyelid, looking at the Second division’s Commander, having his guard up in case something funny happens.
Bell lights an imaginary cigar. “Alright, my reason is someone’s bound to want the eye, I thought you might be one. Now, if Arrany doesn’t accept then maybe Vidar wants it.”
“You’d like that, Bell, chaotic jester of the troupe. If that God Eye gets anywhere near him, I’m kicking your ass, got that?”
“I hear ya, but, remember these hurt when straining them past the physical limits. Do you have some affectionate feelings for Vidar? Heh, I’m the right hand.”
“For Charlie?” Arrancar asks, raising an eyebrow.
Morgar bursts out laughing. “You wish! That was hysterical, nice job, Arrany.”
Arrancar knows Belli jokes about using people as subjects for the sole purpose on gaining reactions or possibly attention. He sighs, putting out his hand, but Bell winds up and nonchalantly puts it in. He can see darkness and flow of logic and reason being destroyed by his sight.
“Alright, now, slowly take back your energy from the eye.” Arrancar did as he was told, it felt so good to have vision clear. Once his vision had cleared, Arrancar blinked around his surroundings. Reeling from what he saw from certain people, too much and little amount of control.
There was a massive bang as Jack ran in the wall, trying to get the soldiers in tip top shape. Dauffy groans, peeling him off and proceeds to run away from a now hangry Evbon, at least he isn’t thinking about Sensa. Roff is practicing on his swings to get a bit more destructive potency.
“We’re thankful for Vidar to get us in here.” Roff sticks the blade in the ground, wiping sweat off from his brow. Roff was born from Yittinum, a place of equal hellish treatment to oxygen waste. Snobby nobles hogging all the food and compete in wars for lands and dehumanize low ranking commoners to make them coal mine slaves.
“Mom, what are you doing? Why is someone in your butt?” Roff says, carrying his younger baby brother. He just caught her being double pumped by two different men.
“Who’s this little twerp, slut?” the man above her asks, after ripping her frilly heirloom choker off. When she refused to answer, he gut punches her.
“No one! I’m not even sure why he calls me mom! Ah, right there, go even harder!” Roff’s mother says, feigning a lustful look. Her son walks away, cradling his brother closer into Roff’s chest, Swaeran gently grips the fabric.
After half an hour of nonstop fucking, she arrives with the dress ripped and hanging to the sides, pants as rags so basically destroyed clothing. He holds onto the dress forever and they’re going to pay. He finds the top one hustling some other prostitutes, picking up pottery and smashes it against his head. Fraethen helps him pick up the fat fucker bringing the ingrate to an abandoned building.
“Hey! Wake up asshole before I lose my patience!” he punches him in the throat.
“What… who is there? Not you, let me go and I promise-“ he was hit in the kneecaps with a sledgehammer then the chest. Blood comes spurting out his mouth and Roff hits him there.
“Shut up! You made my mom not even acknowledge the existence of her older child. So you’re gonna pay that with your life.” he opens a bottle of sulfuric acid as Fraethen tips the chair downwards. Cloth goes over his face and he pours it while constantly taunting him to make some type of response.
“Why don’t you make some comeback! I want a witty quip from you so say something! Nothing, oh well, I might just get one of your family members.”
“No-“ he puts the bottle in his mouth. Roff waves to go out and have some fun while gargling is heard as everything inside liquefies. When below guy and Roff’s mom finds the melted flesh of their friend, he then tears her dress from front to back to release some pent up murderous urge.
“I leave for some time of committing shenanigans one after another. And what do I find? The last person on the list shows up to fuck my one and only mother, as if I can get another. Yes, I killed him, what of it, I only did the world some goodwill by eliminating hedonistic trash after another. Mr. Erasmus Callaghan, if you’re actually him, go to hell.” Roff heaves the war axe down his shoulder then almost cuts a leg off.
He pitifully whines and Roff calls in Fraethen’s father, he drags him by the arms to the pack of hungry pigs. Erasmus tries to crawl away but Rifo kicks him in his throat. The latter looks at his mom, happily smiling at her safety, but her pleas don’t reach him.
He actually tuned her out. “Roff, why, why did you kick Erasmus! Answer me now, I need some type of assurance!”
Rifo has them inject aphrodisiacs to increase the sensation of pain and takes off the expensive jacket to wear it for himself. He puts his callous marred hand on his face laughing uncontrollably and turns around to Swaeran crying. Roff now pays attention to the surroundings as rain begins pouring down like a flood is on the horizon.
“What am I doing here? Was I consumed by some need for an indescribable feeling? It’s not rage, violence, bloodlust, psychopathy, sadism, but something else entirely.” at that is when Leviathan and Onslaught appear like heavenly angels. The former has a go at some townspeople while Onslaught fills his head of pure unbridled need for this eldritch feeling.
“Do it, toss him in before they wear off.” he commands, the two did as told, Erasmus pleads for mercy. “You want me to show forgiveness? Nah, if I did that then how can our world become better if degenerates roam around.”
They toss him in and watch when the pigs go to town on Callaghan. Tearing his body apart in gruesome detail and explicit as Roff’s mom screams in horror. He turns smiling brightly as ever holding his hands out for a hug.
“Come on, mom! Don’t keep me waiting!” he says, when the thought of her being scared of him doesn’t cross a single damn threshold. “See, I did it for you. Now, they can’t harm us.”
She slaps him hard across the face. “I sold my body to them so we could leave Yittinum, I was going to be able for buying a house. I wanted you and your brother to be safe. Why did my older child become a horrific monster?”
“We are never going to be safe. You said people become beasts in order for protecting their loved ones so what I did was not wrong, so were all those lies from you?” she can feel the intensity of eyes haunting her very being like she would be next. “Great, I hope fear won’t overwhelm your love of me!”
“What? How do I have love for someone like you!” she slips out of the dress and throws it at his face. Rifo has been wearing them like makeshift cloaks.
“Maternal! Are you okay?” he says, getting up close. She screams help and rows of city guards come rushing in as the father did as told pointing where they went.
“Ah, mom, I hope you’re looking for the reunion. Can’t wait to see you, Swaeran!” he smiles before going back to training.