Fisticuffs

(The Narration of the Mysterious Observer Continues)

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So Merry Christmas, Happy Holidays and all the rest of the various seasons greetings depending on your culture ;)

Here is part two of this side story, I was going to have a part three but then I decided suddenly to just leave at 2 parts things will end up with more mystery this way ;)

Anyway you may or may not be happy to know that I am slowly accumulating chapters...maybe in the near future I will be able to have a double or more-ple release?

Anyway hopes you like

He who attempts to wake Bleckscmeil was also a god, albeit he was a lot more human looking. Though when I say human looking I mean this in only loose in general terms, at least unlike Bleckscmeil he had skin instead of scales, and wore clothing thought it was only a loin cloth, albeit one made out of the finest of immortal woven cloth, but still just a pair of old fashioned underwear.

He was taller than most of even the tallest of ‘mortal’ giants existing in the world, he stood at about a third of Bleckscmeil’s height. His proportions and looks were quite perfect, the color of his flesh was a lovely glowing cream that draped elegantly on his impressive, artfully arranged streamlined muscles.

Even not knowing what he was, it was almost guaranteed that if almost any mortal saw him they would immediately call him a god, his body just looked that sublimely sculpted, but it was his head that stole the show.

His face was perfectly symmetrical, yes, one side was utterly identical to the other. He had a roman nose of the optimal size, his lips were like delicate peach blossoms resting elegantly above his chin. His beautiful cheek bones subtly drew attention to his stunning eyes.

Those eyes were masterpieces, they were shaped like the setting sun, and the colors only served that image, being of a glorious orange yellow color mixed with white silver and dazzling gold.  He also had very luxuriously long eye lashes.

Thick and black, the bottom ones were slightly longer then the top, but such uniqueness was in no way displeasing.

Besides those handsome eyelashes the god was 100% hairless, and his slightly shiny pate gleamed from the dim glow of the lava as he stood staring daggers in front of Bleckscmeil, the sight of such a handsome creature was quite incongruent in the dark ugly setting but he made it work with the magnitude of his charisma.

If one weak to such things were to see him, they would scarcely notice even the mounds of treasure and would instead prefer to continue look at him.

He stood there for but a few moments, then quickly cementing his decision for coming out of hiding, the other god, pursed his lovely lips in childish dissatisfaction, then gathered all his power winding it back into one of soon muscle swelled arms, then he did what was only to be expected. He leaped In order to reach better and punched Bleckscmeil. In the face.

“BOOOOM!!”

The resulting noise, was heard by approximately 30% of the planet’s population, 0.000001% of that population died, specifically those living within a 1000 miles within the blast area. The majority of the remaining were absolutely soul shakenly terrified.  

As a result of that sound, mass hysteria reined and another fraction of the population died from either mental shock alone, or the accidents the hysteria had caused. Keep in mind that this chaos was only from the effect from the initial little fisticuff.

Though the reverberation of the cavern they were in had magnified the results which would have been dreadful enough on their own worst was yet to come, that was just about the sound. The process that had been initiated had to end.

Actually it was kind of amusing to watch. The punch from the seemingly much smaller god, actually blew Bleckscmeil’s body into the air, and he was slammed against the cavern wall. Unfortunately the nearly indestructible material wasn’t able to hold against the dragon’s weight and it exploded outward.

After flying for several hundred miles completely not by his own initiative, finally having completely woken up long ago he was able to angle his wings enough that his ascent slowed into a decent and he ended up blasting into the ground, creating a huge crater.

Luckily because of the strange geologic nature of Purl, the whole planet wasn’t destroyed, unluckily almost every single living creature in the small kingdom he was in was. And the shock it caused made the planet wide population total go down by another few percentages.

In case you were wondering what the ‘gods’ thought about such a tragic loss of life, allow me to illuminate. The possible repercussions of their selfish stubborn actions in regards to anyone but themselves didn’t even once cross their minds.

The puncher only admired the situation as a demonstration of his own strength, as to Bleckscmeil the first thing he said as he, opened his scaly eyes and sneered at his unfortunate alarm clock was:

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“You had better pray to the first gods that I haven’t broken a scale.”

He then proceeded to petulantly crawl out of the newly made hole whilst lashing his ginormous tail at the ground in anger. Think of a picture of an angry snarling cat twitching its tail only covered in scales and stuff.  

Seeing the one who had woken him through his eyes, and actually trying to identify him he snorted in disgust.

“Eferinant, so it’s you! YOU DARED?!”

Quick as a flash he leaped with all of his strength into a better position and before the other god could so much as blink he had already inhaled deeply and breathed his most deadly breath attack straight at him.

However although the side effects of this attack wiped out an additional 8% of the kingdom’s remaining population, (AKA the survivors of the first catastrophe) other than his loincloth ending up looking slightly singed Eferinant was perfectly fine.

“Moron, trying to burn a god of the hearth, with such a pathetic flame? Are you joking with me?”

Not only did Mr. B. seemed unsurprised but he also seemed strangely a lot calmer, he almost gracefully shrunk himself into a much smaller and somewhat more humanoid form and then using the nearby broken mountain as a chair he casually sat down with a splayed and relaxed posture.

“Of course not, why would I do such a boring thing, I was just blowing off some steam.”  He said as he casually scratched one of his forelegs that was now almost an arm with a miniaturized but equally as sharp finger nail version of his claw.  

It was a sight kind of at odds with what had just happened, but the other god didn’t seem disappointed, in fact he also made himself comfortable, summoning a large stone slab out of the grown to use as a seat, he raised one hand and a large beautiful clear glass appeared out of nowhere filled to the brim with wine that looked like liquid flames. He sipped the drink thought fully in silence.

Snorting at the sight of the wine, Bleckscmeil, continued the conversation as if the break hadn’t happened.

“Besides, if I had really wanted to kill you, you would be dead. You may have a slight flame defense but I doubt you could so easily withstand my fangs and claws, or resist my poison. "

“True, that may be so.” Eferinant admitted without any sign of fear “But, as Firmament would be able to take you down without a sweat, and the fact remains that I am his favored personal messenger I doubt you would enough the pleasure of killing me for long, he would be most put out, especially as lately we have lost to many of the pantheon already.”

“Which is why you are still alive. Bleckscmeil said affably, for no other reason could I endure such insults as what you have already done to me. Now I am running out of patience with the small talk, speak messenger then be gone from here.”

He was only speaking the truth though the insolence and insults rankled, the fear of the name mentioned by e was enough to calm him down when he realized who had woken him.

“Well as I was going to say before you so…rudely interrupted me, I bear an urgent message directly from Emperor Firmament himself.”

“Obviously” (he said, drawing the word out with no small amount of sarcasm) “Oh what is our illustrious leader’s command.”

Eferinant was already quite satisfied with the hit he had gotten on the dragon earlier, and was feeling generous so he easily ignored the sarcasm and implied insult towards their lord. Also Eferinant considered himself to be of the agreeable and laid back type. As a god that was only a lesser member of the pantheon he obeyed orders without complaints.

But getting involved with politics as he assuredly would if he snitched the worm out? No thank you. He much preferred drinking his wine and playing with his many women then to be bothered any more then he currently was with more work because of an action that would be seen only as a sign of ambition.

He shrugged and lifted his glass in a silent toast towards someone only he knew.

“This news should surprise even a NEET such as yourself Bleckscmeil.” He said unable to resist putting in the dig.

Impatient to hear what looked to be most juicy news, Bleckscmeil merely snorted and gestured for him to go on, decided to put of getting compensation for the insults later.

Eferinant, smirked and drew out the moment for a few seconds, partly for dramatic effect, but mostly because he was enjoying the sense of power the current situation temporally gave, him. But knowing that he couldn’t put it off any longer without potentially endangering his life, he finally shared the news in a most casual way.

“The treasure soul has disappeared.”

For a moment there was silence, but only a moment for the information soon sunk through even Bleckscmeils thick head and he screamed so loudly that probably not a so much as a mouse remained in the kingdom.

“WHHAAAAAAAAAT??!!!”