The Fall Of The First Existential Sixth Step, Heraxle Clan

In the Godly Space Station of the Heraxle Clan near a Divine Kingdom.

The main hall consisted of a long design, with only about 60 meters long, with a width of about 400 meters, but where only the center was the focus of attention. In the middle was a table spreading throughout 45 meters from the entrance to before the throne chair. The throne was for the Patriarch, over 20 meters tall, with a 4 meters width, but it had several steps where others could sit beside his throne, namely his sons.

Currently, an ongoing meeting in this main hall was being held. It was the same as in previous years, where the leading figures of the Universitalities of Yore Universal Land met under the Heraxle Clan’s desire to meet every year, more or less at the beginning of such.

Today was no different. While the situation seemed a little stern, the actual mood of people from all beings and existences in the Universal Land, to the most notorious Godhood Step organizations, was light and even cheerful. However, the latter weren’t all involved, and some were never invited. Either way, the meeting had already started.

The Patriarch was speaking to his sons, while it was another existence with a being’s turn to speak their mind out. They wore unique clothing and seemed pretty different from many others in the meeting. As they commenced, the main hall concentrated their focus on them.

“Patriarch Sentro,” the being, a weird one with orange fringes on black clothing, wearing a red wine hat, spoke. He was Solazar, the person who fought against Milyy long ago. The person beside him was Opensaiz, the existence that tried meddling in, when Lady Calisneia showed and sent him flying to the other side of the Existence.

Opensaiz remained the same as back then. Tall, muscular, with shaved but growing hair, with most of it being gray as the rest was white, and flushed, light brown skin. He remained silent as Patriarch Sentro Heraxle looked at them, softly sliding up and down his underchin with his fingertips.

“I wish to inquire on the matter of the black monster in the Neutral Existences. He must be plotting something against us, even as he originates from the same source as all of us do here. He’s a traitor whose followers are to be exterminated!” Solazar said, bringing his feet up to his shoulder level, feeling rage dwell within him.

Sentro Heraxle and his sons, Saint Son Yexen Heraxle and Holy Son Pinor Heraxle, looked at them as these words were spoken. The Patriarch slowly nodded before opening his mouth, “You’re saying we should worry more about the enemy we can’t even see, unlike many thousands of years ago?”

“Sir Patriarch,” Opensaiz stepped in as Solazar became baffled, lightly scared. His voice was loud but very polite, “What my subordinate wishes to convey are his worries for the Heraxle Clan upon meeting such a disgracing fellow. If he were to receive the Neutral Existences’ aid, it would be a problem for us, but not the Universal Lands.”

“I won’t deny that it is a problem we’ve let grown and mature behind our backs. We gave rise to such traitorous vermin, that’s without a question.” The Patriarch said, giving reason to those 2’s words. However, Saint Son Yexen Heraxle interjected and said, frowning at the being as an existence at the Zenith.

“By getting rid of the black monster’s subordinates, you are also including the Crimsonbreaking Faction’s Chairwoman, am I correct?”

“… My sir,” seeing that Opensaiz wouldn’t help him this time, Solazar gulped down, not trying to hide it before the Saint Son’s eyes, and trembled as he spoke. “Of course not, your eminence. That wonderful woman belongs to sir. It is nothing I would ever dare slight, not even by mistake in my thoughts.”

“Hmph.” The Saint Son, Yexen, coldly harrumphed and stepped down once, still remaining a few large steps higher than the floor level, where the being and other existence were, and still up the throne. “The last thing we know about the black monster’s doings in that land of rogues is the relationship between him and many others, including his own Master. Since some people decided to join the wrong side of history, then we’ll become legendary by sacrificing them for the sake of the Universal Lands!”

Yexen Heraxle wasn’t shy to show his aggressive proactiveness. His father let him speak as his younger brother didn’t say anything to change the subject, they were finally peaceful after that fuck up many thousands of years ago.

“In-… indeed, Saint Son, hahahaha…” Solazar chuckled and rubbed his head with a commitment smile. Saint Son protruded his lip a bit before turning around and returning to a higher step. The being and existence gulped down strongly, feeling about to sweat.

“Let us speak of the black monster’s danger. Today, I want to start preparing our situation to defend not only against him, but our borders, too. It’s been only some time, but they’re already pushing me to give them the Lsefattern Kingdom. They’re still claiming our fault for everything happening, and those Toreons and Xue family are always at our throats. All those in favor, raise your hands.”

The Patriarch showed wisdom and understanding, not berating or praising any side, the Saint Son showed the aggressiveness they must harness, the Holy son showed patience and apprehension their minds must learn to have towards any possible situation.

“I, for once, agree with everyone here.”

Everyone lifted their hands, feeling this was due, as all the Universal Land meeting’s date was finally set. But then, a voice called their attention, one nobody recognized. They looked back, already baffled as to why they found the owner of this voice not within their Spirit Sense. Similarly, their Spirit Sense only caught a young woman’s image with slouched shoulders and a downcast expression of being pressured.

When they looked backwards, they stared at the sole person at the entrance step, with Zafey walking behind him to his left like her shins were wrapped by chains to his left hand. When they looked at the overly pale young man with short, pitchest-blackest hair, their eyes widened.

“It’s you!” Solazar immediately roared, wanting to go all-out at once, but Opensaiz stopped him and gave him a downturned glare. The main hall suddenly fell silent, as if everyone was in a world of their own. Heian Ciemnosc grinned at the scene and lowered his lifted right hand.

“Since yo-” Just then, when someone was about to berate Heian Ciemnosc, standing up and pointing at him with schadenfreude, Zafey stepped forwards and teared up as she cried out loud. “Misters, Madams! Please! Please forgive me! I didn’t know who he was, and when we neared this place, his disguise was lifted. But he threatened me with my life if I didn’t do what he wanted!”

Immediately after Zafey cried out in tears, everyone’s eyes in the main hall softened. Even Patriarch Sentro softly spoke with a cherishing tone. “Do not worry, Little Zafey. You just escorted him to his doom. There’s nothing you’ve done wrong. In a moment, you’ll be safe and sound.”

“Mhm, sniffle,” Zafey seemed to remember where she was and felt secure at last. Heian Ciemnosc grinned throughout as he walked farther away from Zafey towards the Heraxle Clan’s leading figures, 1 sitting on the throne, and the other 2 standing beside it as if they were already contending to own it next.

They couldn’t read through Zafey’s lies. How could they? With Heian Ciemnosc’s Spirit Sense surpassing any previous records in all that exists and there is?

Heian Ciemnosc walked atop the table, ignoring anyone as he grinned even harder from the left corner of his overly pale red lips. He lifted his left hand, folding his elbow upwards. He didn’t need Zafey’s help to infiltrate, of course. Why would he resort to such methods when he has Halonso? Without any further ado, Heian Ciemnosc’s quiet voice resonated throughout the main hall ever so quietly.

“Holy Son, Pinor Heraxle. It’s been a long time since I’ve been yearning for this moment,” Heian Ciemnosc’s words were insulting to speak to Pinor like this. But before Heian Ciemnosc could continue or anyone interrupted, Opensaiz shockingly exclaimed, pointing his left index finger at the former. “You’re a… being?!”

“!!!” The main hall felt suffocated. The black monster became?! Even the Patriarch’s sons, who have become Zenith existences, only reached the Fifth Step after a million years. How can a not even 100,000 year old young man be capable of such?!

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However, no one denied it. Heian Ciemnosc never hid his cultivation base, they just saw him as a fool who intruded a place he shouldn’t have, not concerned about him. Now that they became aware because of Opensaiz’s words, they read Heian Ciemnosc’s cultivation base and saw through him. He was indeed… a being!

“Heian Ciemnosc, this is the greatest opportunity you’ve given to my Clan! Appre-” Sentro Heraxle clamored with a loud, stern voice. Before he could finish his words, however, Heian Ciemnosc lazily and delicately flicked his left hand and calmly said, “I’ll be with you in a moment. First, you have got to learn to wait and watch… more.”

The Patriarch was baffled, not even remembering if he was ever spoken like that by someone outside his seniors in the Clan when he was younger. Just as he wanted to say something, shout it to the top of his lungs, Heian Ciemnosc continued facing his Son, Pinor, and spoke more-than-shocking words.

“Ever since the Sinvonnia Kingdom, I’ve been wanting to have you for myself,” Heian Ciemnosc’s words remained quiet, now also calm, as his left hand slowly became darkened. Pinor felt a strange notion in the deepest fiber of his being as he heard the black monster talk. He frowned but remained quiet, unfolding his arms. Heian Ciemnosc continued, “Ever since the moment my Mother’s arms disappeared around my little body, and she could only leave me be, alone in a single, ruined wooden house. Ever since I understood abandonment and loneliness… This is the day I swore would occur.”

“…?!” Ever so slowly, Pinor’s eyes widened, trembling the more he seemed to understand something. By the time his lips achieved coherent movement, and his throat sounded out, Heian Ciemnosc was only 2 meters from the table’sedge before them with dark claws the length of a forearm extending from his darkened fingers.

“You… Am… I am… your father?!” Pinor shouted, feeling like he couldn’t do anything to avoid it. The situation was too overwhelming and shocking to him to the point the Essence within his body started churning like nobody’s business.

“Oho, I know of a few people who’ve followed me here who would kill you just for daring to say those words… You know?” Heian Ciemnosc leaned his back and head, opening his mouth in a silent crackle before hanging his head forwards, looking at Pinor with upturned eyes. His voice became hoarse, really damn hoarse. “Oh, no. But you did kill my mother.”

“No, no, no, no!” Pinor felt his head being lost to his body and rationality, clutching it until his fingertips stabbed his cranium. His father and even older brother looked at him, concerned at the veracity of what this meant to Pinor. But Heian Ciemnosc wasn’t done and added as those 2 returned their eyes on him. Only to become slightly startled as Heian Ciemnosc’s darkest eyes slowly darkened.

“When you refused to acknowledge her, threw her away after promising her who knows how many things and wishing for a future with her for an entire lifetime. Did it never occur to you what would happen once you threw all of that away with a simple push to ‘remind’’ her she belongs to the ground while you departed in your shiny spaceship?!” Heian Ciemnosc’s voice became what it had never been before. It was still hoarse, very. But his tone elevated with every half a second spitting 2 to 3 words.

The dark veins around his face bulged, becoming prominent as his tone became… simply darker. Pinor became strangely stable as he heard all of this. Every memory, down to the moment he cowardly pushed her away from her last attempts to follow him with a baby he knew existed in her belly, resurfacing before his very own eyes. But it was clear it did not happen, Heian Ciemnosc was not his child, was he? Either out of humiliation or to spite Pinor, or both, Heian Ciemnosc quickly answered that doubt shared within the main hall.

“She gutted her own stomach!” Heian Ciemnosc barked as Pinor’s eyes relaxingly widened. “She walked and walked tens of thousands of kilometers. Remember it, because you know how long it was for a civilian to walk from where you fled to where you met her and showed her ‘the beauty’ of the world. She remained alive… until she found me, at her death’s door.”

“A month,” Heian Ciemnosc wasn’t stopping. “She took care of me, even teaching me how to speak and write, although my body couldn’t act properly to it, I understood it all. The pain she bore in what should’ve been the last minutes of her life ended when she picked me up on that rainy night… When she named me… When she changed me.”

Heian Ciemnosc finally stopped, causing a loud quietness to spread throughout the main hall. His nearly fully darkened eyes were contrastingly accompanied by his dark veins bulging within his overly pale skin. The long dark coat and Dark Essence low cape below it seemed to turn the room hundreds of times colder by the second.

“I first vowed to dominate the world, then to destroy you and everything related to you.” Heian Ciemnosc paused, giving the Patriarch a look as if it meant something. The Patriarch had a bad premonition, but he couldn’t figure anything out as his son, Pinor, was like a meek individual again, looking at Heian Ciemnosc like a child caught in mischief.

Returning to face Pinor Heraxle, Heian Ciemnosc lifted his hands to rib-level before speaking, aiming the tips of his 10 dark claws towards Pinor. His voice became additionally dragged-on as the word surrounding everyone and their fully spread out Spirit Senses seemed to rumble a little.

“Then, I vowed to take this world.”

Whoosh- crack- twing- pshiiiiiiiiiiiffft!- Pshift-click, Pshift-click, craaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaassssssshhhhhhhhhhhhh!

Heian Ciemnosc lunged forth. As soon as he did, a trail of Dark Essence smoke drifted from his tailbone upwards. It seamlessly passed through the ceiling and further structure, forming a dark light that spread like a cupola.

As countless images appeared in everyone’s Spirit Sense as their medallions and emblems burned up like crazy, they didn’t notice a bluish flash dash out of Heian Ciemnosc’s back towards the Patriarch. Only the Patriarch himself noticed, but he was too slow to react, shocking him to the core as the Armament, no longer Relic ‘Diamond’ but True Array Snakes, caged his surroundings. Meanwhile, the main hall seemed to become destroyed by an unknown force.

As the main hall’s building was being destroyed by Heian Ciemnosc’s natural force, he lunged towards Pinor, who was still affected and writhing in mental torment. Yexen rushed towards them, using his short trident to gain momentum, but Heian Ciemnosc was just faster as his 9 meters dark tail swung with the potency of 4 meters.

Heian Ciemnosc’s fully darkened eyes slightly awoke Pinor, but it was too late. Phantom dark claws appeared behind Heian Ciemnosc’s arms and legs movements, tracing from his back as his claws came sweeping on Pinor. Yexen followed suit, using all his Essence to chase after Heian Ciemnosc, screaming as Pinor’s body began shredding apart by Heian Ciemnosc’s claws.

After every claw strike, Heian Ciemnosc’s phantom dark claws had another opportunity to go at Pinor, leaving him helpless to his flesh being longingly stared at by the Elemental Poisoning. They couldn’t do anything to it, but after a swish of Dark Essence washed their food, they immediately lunged towards the flesh lumps, broken bones, and fragmented organs, chipping on them little by little with utmost gusto!

Yexen had to part his shock away as he used his Heraxle Clan’s Star Infiltrating - Broken Ocean Divine Art. Endless bodies of water formed from space as Pinor slowly awoke to the pain and awareness of his body and mind being lost to the black monster’s frenzied attacks.

“AAAAAAAGH! I never wanted her death! I sent people to spot her and bring her to me!” Pinor shouted as Yexen engulfed his body with Essence and water of multiple colors, taking the stars as their canvass to flood towards Heian Ciemnosc, keeping him away from Pinor. However, Yexen wasn’t enough, and even as he executed the strongest move in his Divine Art out of rage, Heian Ciemnosc’s body, which was riddled with injuries, healed up fast.

Even an injury nearly breaking Heian Ciemnosc’s left shoulder healed in under 3 seconds, shocking Yexen’s eyes as a slightly crazed Pinor rushed towards them. Heian Ciemnosc grinned as he healed before dashing towards Yexen. Yexen didn’t wish to know Heian Ciemnosc’s bodily strength, so he hid in his Space, turning into a wisp of liquefied Essence that disappeared into space. However, Heian Ciemnosc stopped at that very same spot and calmly extended his left hand.

Before Pinor arrived, Heian Ciemnosc pulled his left hand and dragged a thunderously stunned Yexen whose Space broke apart as soon as half his body was brought outside. Immediately after, 2 punches arrived at his face, disfiguring the charming, utterly handsome countenance. Meanwhile, Heian Ciemnosc wore a calm expression, tilting his head before staring at Pinor, just a second away from reaching them.

Calmly grinning, Heian Ciemnosc sent his dark Soul Arts, Vocón Link, and dark tail everywhere as he virtually caged them both, beginning to fight them in an area of several hundred million kilometers they rapidly dashed back and forth. Meanwhile, Sentro Heraxle looked while surrounded by a 4x4 meters big dark blue cube, with a True Dragon-like energy shaped inscription moving throughout the cube’s sides.

As his sons engaged in what was supposed to be an advantageous 2 versus 1, seeing their blood and flesh spilled out, Patriarch Sentro tried to break the Armament cage to no avail. In the meantime, he witnessed the destruction of his Universitalities of Yore universal Land as countless unique, larger, more terrifying spaceships and Motherships directly annihilated countless Kingdoms without a care for nature’s retribution.

For the first time in his life, Sentro Heraxle felt something, hopelessness. Even if everything ended in their ‘victory’ after it all, they wouldn’t remain… They would be gobbled down by anyone from the other Universal Land. It wouldn’t matter… they were hopeless!

Soon, the father watched as his sons were grabbed by shapeless Dark Essence limbs, a dark tail, Vocón Link, and its sub-bodies. Heian Ciemnosc punched them time and again, bringing his kicks everywhere on the Saint and Holy Sons’ bodies until they became pulp.

“NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!! GUWAAAAAAAAAAAGGGGHHH!!!” Sentro Heraxle was further maddened when the True Array Snakes let go of him and let him get near, only for the latter to protect Heian Ciemnosc and his sons from being interrupted from their nice exchange. Heian Ciemnosc even glared at the father from time to time as he continued to do this even when their bodies became pulp, all the way until he ensured their actual existence was… erased by his darkness.

A different type of extinction, once again.

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