As he raised his hand he yelled to attack. We held our ground and shot with range on top of the wall. They fired back but were clearly not trained well in that department.

Three of twenty of our men fell in five minutes while we killed hundreds. The endless sea of guards continued on, however. They seemed to have no problem stepping on their fallen friends to get to us. I sat back and watched. I did not join. I could take them all but the rebels still needed to practice their battle tactics and skills. I wouldn’t take that from them.

An arrow pierced the leader bleeding black. It went through his chest and out the back. Before he could die he turned and cut the head off of a guard around him with his dark blade in anger or something. As the guard fell, the leaders wound closed.

Shiiiiiit.

“Open the gates.” I said. “Let us fight melee. It’ll be easier to take them that way.”

I got strange looks but they opened the gates and we flooded out. We killed each other for three hours before I saw hope on the horizon. The sun didn’t bother my eyes as it set so I could finally see the end of their army, and I knew they would all die if I didn’t intervene soon.

The leader had fought past the gates and was taking blows like it was nothing, hurting us back and healing his wounds.

I chose him to use my divine power on.

I fell in his path wreathed in flame like a meteor crashing to earth. I left a basin of glass in my crater.

“Is it you, they all talk about?” his voice had a faint british accent to it as he questioned me condescendingly. “Oh, my lord Pahaӓӓni. What a waste it was to send me, personally. She likely has no real strength. Tut tut. Best wrap this up quickly then, don’t you think?” he then struck, giving no time for me to answer. I was used to being the fastest person in the room so it took me by surprise when he could almost keep up with me.

Our blades crashed, dark and light colliding in a chaotic mess, moving too fast for the eye to see. He may have been fast, but I was faster. I nicked him just over the eye, knowing that a cut there would bleed profusely and hinder his sight.

He then disengaged and slashed into the closest person to him, a rebel. The wound healed and he was right back to battle. My speed and strength got the better of him as I sidestepped an attack, and cut off his sword arm at the shoulder.

His sword fell to the ground. Nothing more than a well crafted sword, now that his life force had stopped feeding it. Black dissipated from his arm and disappeared as he picked up a sword from a fallen comrade and covered the blade with his blood.

“My name is Inigo Montoya, you killed my father, prepare to die.” he said as darkness covered his blade once again. I got the reference to the greatest movie of all time but I had no room in me to laugh. Only room to finish him. I got close and he killed another comrade. His arm started regrowing from darkness but it wasn’t a quick process. I had to end this before he had his arm back.

I couldn’t risk area attacks. I couldn’t risk anything too weak ether, or he would just heal from them. I had to kill him quickly with as little strength as possible.

I went for the classic throat slash. I got in close and with a burst of speed faster than my normal battle speed, I was behind him and ready to kill, when he stabbed me in the leg. I could feel my soul go out through that strike. Not enough to kill me but to finish off what was left of beatrice. I now had only one personality, not two competing with each other.

I was now a ruthless machine of death.

“Heavenly inferno.” I said as flame burst from my skin in every direction, burning even his bones to ash. When he had died I went into my angel form.

My attack had caused casualties on both sides but I had no heart left to care until after the battle. I flew on wings of white destruction, like a fallen angel seeking out those who broke the barrier of the dimensions to learn the magic of another world. I descended on flaming swords and dancing lighting and all other types of magic dancing across their blades.

I killed them instantly with no remorse. They had no business learning of things that came from another place. Granted I may have been too hard on them but it is my job to destroy what seeks to destroy, not to show mercy to those unworthy of it.

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The battle was over quickly as I killed those who ran from my wrath, blasting fire from the skies like the sun itself had chosen to kill each of them, personally. All that was left of them when I was done was a field of craters lined with glass. I then flew back to my castle and ordered a throne built for me. It was given to me a few days later, a bright gold chair with gems gleaming when the light hits it. The chair was well upholstered and was really quite comfortable. The sun was a prominent decoration throughout the castle.

One rebel walked into the throne room and bowed to me. “My queen. I have co-”

I cut him off. “I am not a queen. I am the one who will take back this world and eradicate any magic users. And then I will leave. Rulership is not my goal.”

“O-of course. I came to tell you that we will be holding a funeral service for those who died in the battle. We were wondering what we should do with the bodies of those belonging to your religion.”

I hadn’t thought of that.

Aurinko, what should we do with the bodies? Does it even matter?

He snorts and says No. Unless they have a way to eject the bodies outside the dimensions and therefore the souls bound to them.

Couldn’t we just like, burn them?

That is the worst, most sadistic thing, I have ever heard.

Why?

If the soul is bound to the body, the soul feels everything that the body feels. But ten times worse. Pain of the soul is always more intense.

Well. That wouldn’t work.

Then what should we do with them?

I would tell you to sever the souls but they can’t do it themselves.

Is there a way that they can. . ?

No. Not that I have found. Just have them put the bodies in places where they can see something beautiful. Get me a blank book. I'll write down what they should do, just put me on the pages.

Okay. . .

I called for Aurinko's things and got comfortable. Nothing happened until a man came back with a book. I opened it and placed Aurinko on the pages. A bright light flashed and the book had writing burned into the pages.

That was nifty.

I didn’t bother reading any of it. I trusted Aurinko. He had my back until I turned on the worlds.

These pages were very difficult to burn with such accuracy. I would suggest writing this all down with a pen, but you don’t do that. That is for someone else to do. This is basically our version of the bible. He told me matter of factly.

Okay. I told him planely.

You don’t have to be so crass about this whole thing. I just made a bible in seconds. It sounded like I had hurt his feelings. Too bad.

You're just so amazing it's hard to be surprised when you do something awesome.

Well, I-

That was sarcastic. I don’t want to hear it.

Well, you get to hear it, you ungrateful ass!

I ignored the rest of his rant and delivered the book to someone that looked like they could get it to someone that could scribe the book down. I went down to the graveyard that they had people working at to bury the bodies and make personalized headstones. The followers of Pahaӓӓni didn’t get to be remembered.

A man ran down the steps of the castle yelling “stop! We don’t need that many graves!” the gravediggers simply cheered and asked how many they did need.

The man explained to the men that the Dimensionals (dimensionals was what they had decided to name my religion) believed that the dead still saw and that they would be put in a room of windows, the tallest building would have the dead staring out of windows at the top. Once they reached the skeletal stage they would be buried because they could no longer see.

Of the six thousand that had died, they needed eighty graves.

Still. Six thousand had died. I knew it was a lot, but I didn’t know the exact numbers.

I needed to try harder. I went out to the middle of nowhere. I activated my angel form and attempted to incorporate it into my fighting style but I couldn’t quite get it to work right. It was too flashy, and bulky, and it didn’t work with the sneaky stab and run tactics that I had grown used to.

“What the hell!” I screamed in frustration after several minutes of trying my angel form.

Hm. Well, definitely not what I was designed for, was it? Remember that lattice technique I showed you?

Yah.

Well, you can ignore that for short bursts of speed. Take all the oxygen from the air and jump forward with all of your strength.

I tried it. Activating my burning cloak (new name for lattice technique after all these years) I then quickly filled all of the holes with power and jumped. It ate up so much power to keep going but the results were extraordinary. I blasted forward, breaking the sound barrier as I flew an inch over the ground. I could probably only do that two more times but I went so far I couldn’t see the bowl of glass that was my training site anymore. I have never seen anything take up more power. But, moving through vacuum was exactly what I needed. Plus, I didn’t need to go that far. I called this new move, speed cloak.

I trained other abilities too. Like activating parts of my angel form without activating all of it, using power at a distance, without a string of fire connecting us, and in attempt to surprise Phaӓӓni, I learned to mask my presence. I bent the light around me away to hide my appearance and change it if necessary, and suppress my heat to hide from heat sensors. Magic I can’t predict though, so I didn’t try.

I came back to the castle a week later. The burial services were in full swing. They were burying bodys one by one all day long. The Dimensionals don’t do burial services so they simply build several towers of glass to put the bodies at the top of so that they could see. They hadn’t built them yet but they had plans for them.

I went to my room and mourned for them in my own way. I burned things. I burned my sorrows away.

Until I heard faint gurgling and choking from outside my door.