Burning, uncontrollable, screaming in pain passion enveloped me, purple flames danced and spread around my skin growing in size before condensing until any single flame had the heat of a small supernova. Fire became my entirety. Time burned to my whims, keeping time ensnared I flew as if not in water to the glacier housing the now unmoving giant dragon. Landing with grace next to the beast I ran my fingers down their sandpaper like scales noticing the scars of uncountable years of battle covering the creature. neon yellow eyes brimming with anguish, hate, and a mixture of... fear? It didn't matter.
Three small white beams were just about to be released from the most universally infamous attack
"PLEASE... HELP!" followed by a grunt as if a woman had been struck with a blunt object rang out the overwhelming passion momentarily took control of my body. Withe the crescent moon forming a flaming bridge to connect both points of it we cast
blackness ambushed my vision, my eyelids slammed forcefully closed.
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Dark red rain poured on a bleak grey landscape. Large fissures that looked as if a giant had tilled the land with a great axe covered the wastes. Patches of decayed flowers with the pedals hanging towards the ground almost as if awaiting an executioner's blade were surrounding the feet of multiple stone statues. One statue was a woman with mouth agape, with the red rain filling and overflowing from the inanimate object it was staring up with a small stone child at her feet indicating it was dropped moments before this disaster. Flying so fast space warped around me, across this vast world with no change of scenery all just death and stillness, there was another statue.
One of the million participants of a war. Hard to decipher due to the multiple fissures on the landscape breaking or shattering thousands of these rock imitations of life. One side looked to be beasts or beast hybrids. The other appeared to be a conglomerate of elves and human. Some on horseback, some on other various mounts trying to push through the lines of now stilled beasts. both sides stopping the conflict to look towards the same direction in the sky. Rusted metal and rotten wood decaying as far as the horizon at their feet, some still had weapons in their hands, most did not. All statues looking towards the sky with either puzzlement, betrayal, fear, or hate. Just past this battlefield in the direction the humans and elves were pushing toward. A windless, leafless, forest hid a clearing where black staircase reached into the heavens as if to commune with the disregarding gods themselves. Purple flamed braziers were lit and placed on either side of these stairs every twenty steps illuminating the blood wet, immaculately shaped metal steps that vibrated the very air with pure magical power perfectly matching the clearly pompous intentions of their morose crafters.
Atop the intimidating stairs was a square kilometer flat platform made of the same unnamed metal. Flying, with no connection to the ground far below. Underneath this floor was a metal ring with uncountable runes engraved onto it. Supported by this foundation was a Greek style, grey stained marble temple with four columns, one colored a savage maroon, one ominous forest green, one drowning blue, one silently black as night. All assisting at holding a ceiling with a massive white skull stained red from the bloody rain with two burning purple iris.
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"Why must you favor him so?" in an uninspired simple wooden chair, wearing simple beige monk robes with its hood up, sat a skeleton ridged and unmoving, Yalk, demonic god of death spoke. "Do you truly just find yourself enamored by this paltry mortal?"
Seated in a spiked chair with comfortable cushions created from the blood of those who've been slain in underhanded ways. Adorned in red leather armor with shifting anguishing faces moving throughout it, a face that switched constantly from human to elf to beast angrily spoke "Paltry doesn't even begin with this fucking guy. eighteen years and the most fun thing I've heard him say is 'I want to anatomically disassemble every Drukon who's ever been born' since when did genocide become a fucking stopping point?" as eloquently as always from Aryic Demon God of spite.
"We must trust my sister. She leads and we follow. As was intended" with an entincing smirk, from a sultry voice. Wearing a thin, silk, skintight dress forming a deep v line exposing ample cleavage. Seated in a bark tree with branches protectively surrounding her. Wulthin. My sister and Demon God of Impulse.
"If we are to grow our pantheon we must realize this is the only way." I said in my smooth soft feminine voice.
A final seat crafted with a galleys barnacle encrusted anchor instead of a back was left empty.
A shift in the pressure of the temple caught all these gods off guard.
"Shit." I said momentarily locking eyes with a semi stunned God of spite.
within a millisecond thirty blood red daggers engorged me.
"HAHAHAHAHAHAHA IMAGINE THIS! You figured I wouldn't notice? That I wouldn't have figured you for what you are? YOU DUMB BITCH!" Aryic screeched out raising both hands to rest on his ever-changing face, manically laughing in disbelief.
"In case you forgot I know all too well about
With shallow breathe and liquid filling my temporarily mortal lungs, "How... How can you attack me?.. The contract..." Stumbling I tried to put my weight on my arm, leaning on the table only for my hand to push forward leaving me bent over clutching the blade of the knife that went through my back to expel out of my stomach. Using what little spark of divinity left I cried out. "PLEASE... HELP!"
Grabbing me by my dark black hair Aryic lifted my skull and slammed it into the table. "CRYING OUT FOR WHAT?.. A MORTAL?!? THIS IS OUR LEADER?! After giving that mortal your concept, you are the goddess of NOTHING. With the power of NOTHING... YOU" still having a fistful of my blood encrusted hair he threw me out of the audience chamber onto the steps. "ARE NOTHING." Gripping one of the power siphoning daggers and lifting me into the air. Bringing his face within centimeters of my despair filled eyes. "With your essence I will evolve into SO... MUCH... MORE" Aryic's laughter getting quieter and quieter as my eyes began to close.
From just outside my peripheral I could hear
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The dark never bothered me. I was always the patron of life forms who coveted the shadows. This, however, was not darkness. Devoid. Nothingness. Eternal. This plane was the end. At the end only one thing was to be found, oblivion. From the depths of nothing walked a figure with nothing but a boring brown robe.
"Truly, I thought death itself would cease to be before you."
"I... I failed... Again..."
"Perhaps instead of failure you simply need to take a few more steps?"
"I couldn't stop him from destroying our home. I couldn't stop him from disgracing our divinity. And I couldn't stop him from killing me. Just like he promised."
With a chuckle and a glint of mischief in his eyes the monk reached out his fleshless hand and a portal opened.
"Mayhap you never failed or succeeded because your concept always betrayed who you really are?"
Was that a fucking joke?
with a flex of his bony fingers, the monk crushed a small tear drop jewel. I was pushed into the portal seeing him merely turn around and walk back into his own portal.