"Pitter Patter"
"CLAP! RUMBLE! CRASH!"
The rain screamed and the thunder howled into the night sky. Haggard breathing and the stomping sound of rushing feet on cement resonated into the night. Officers were yelling orders over the tumultuous claps or thunder. The awakened of the Underground World gathered
"FIND LYNER LAZARUS! I DO NOT BELIEVE WE HAVE TO TURN OTTAWA UPSIDE DOWN TO FIND THAT RAT BASTARD!"
"Yes!" The grunts hollered out, knowing full well if they did not find Lyner, their blood would paint the grass crimson. With the blade of damocles hanging over their heads, exhaustion fed into fear, and fear fed into hatred. The grunts were energized like a 16 year old after popping a viagra. They were "up" to the challenge!
Fate gathered in the human realm, Karma swirled intertwining with Fate. The eyes of many Gods laid upon Earth with interest. The almighty Gates Of Oblivion that have been quiet for 700 trillion years stirred like a hungry bear after waking from hibernation
The lucky few survivor Transcendants quaked internally and shivered in their boots. That lunatic went on a rampage all those years ago. Rumors stipulated it was because his wife was murdered, and others believed his Divinity was contaminated by Oblivion. The amount of lives lost in a single week was recorded to be in the quintillions.
11:59:59 pm Lyner was awoken to the sound of a soft chime, as well as an emotionless voice within his head
[Quest received: Blood Stained Human Realm. The awakened of the Human Realm have been gathered by the Underground World. Fight for supremacy as you achieve the true Ascendant status. Quest Reward: Reincarnation. Quest Requirements: Kill all those who stand in the way of your path to Reincarnation.]
Lyners head was full of questions, never has he received a so called 'quest' even when breaking through humans genetic limits. As far as Lyner was concerned, he was the only human on Earth to have shattered the 'chains' of the Awakened stage. Beyond that was the unknown and he had to pioneer his own way to keep increasing his Life Rating.
Going to the bathroom in the changing room that he slept peacefully in, Lyner ran the water in the sink filling it up and then dunk his face into it. The slight chill of the water zapped his senses awake from their groggy state. Pulling his face back Lyner used his inner energy to grab a hand towel, and a change of clothes his subordinate left behind. Patting his face dry and changing into proper loose fitting clothes, Lyner took shop of what was left for him.
The family heirloom twin swords kept in the Lazarus family for generations, Lightshadow and Nightingale. A few tightly packed stogies with the kind of kush that would make you smell like snoop dogs fingers, 2 packs of cigarettes, a necklace with a pendant containing a inner compartment with the picture of his younger sister.
When he was 9 years old, his mother died due to her heart failing. Lyners father fell to the pits of despair, chasing whiskey down like a mad race. When he turned 10 years old, his father disappeared one night and never came back. Being of a young age himself and left with a 4 year old little sister, Lyner matured quicker than all the other kids his age. It was also then his master adopted him and his younger sister, Lyner was trained in the art of killing, espionage, assassination, martial arts, and inner energy. By the age of 13, Lyner formed his inner energy core, on that night to prove to his master he had fully matured. He had to kill the remaining parent figure in his and his sisters life. It was also on that night, the sadness, anger, and raging emotions he shattered the invisible 'chains' of his genetics and the Awakened stage.
Lyners body was scarred from head to toe, front to back. His master had introduced him into the Underground World from the young age of 10, on top of the training he received. Lyner had seen more blood than any human has before, and his hands were stained with the lives of tens of thousands.
Strapping his family's heirlooms in a X on his back with the handles facing the back of his head for easy access, Lyner found his masters lighter and lit one of the stogies. Taking a deep inhale, letting it burn in his throat before slowly exhaling the 'spirits' of those he slayed. Lyner threw it on the ground, stomping it until it was no more. It was time to show his presence to the world
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"BOOM!"
A huge explosion sounded 10 after midnight, a clear testament to the rats invading the family home. Dozens of lives became nothing but a blood mist, innards, and limbs was mixed into the rubble. The shrapnel from the explosion dug into the Awakened closest to the explosion, few were fatally injured but many had lighter injuries.
Kicking the exit door off the hinges of the changing rooms emergency fire exit, bright lights like that in football fields nearly blinded Lyner as his eyes were rudely forced to get accustomed after leaving a dark environment.
"LYNER! There you are you bastard! You kept us waiting for hours before finally appearing. You also cost us the lives of many good men and women in your absence!" A gruff voice yelled at Lyner, the anger in his voice clear for all to hear.
Lyner gave his most apologetic look before replying back. "My condolences, it is a shame you lost so many 'good lives.' But we both know this better than anybody else. Those tainted by the Underground World are by no means good lives. It's a shame because some are leaving family behind. But when rats have a brown noser like you ordering them around, their lives were forfeit from the beginning. Your intelligence is like that of a blonde seeing a pink bunny rabbit. Nonexistent."
Lyner drew both Lightshadow and Nightingale from their sheaths. Rotating his inner energy, the rain, gravel, leaves and twigs were blown away in a diameter of 40 meters around him as the center. His hair stood up on end as a golden and azure film shrouded his body. The Awakened that reached the peak of their stage, but unable to push beyond the limit felt a chill run down their spines. The pressure Lyner radiated dropped many of them to their knees, and for the weaker ones their bones shattered under the weight. Blood seeped from their seven orifices, deader than dead many bodies dropped like flies zapped by a bug zapper.
Taking one step forward at a time with his aura skyrocketing, corporeal gates with skeletons, demons, and beasts appeared behind Lyner. The chains clinked as the gates rumbled louder than the thunder on Earth. A black mist seeped through the slight crack before entering into Lyners body. His eyes turned blood red, and his sclera went black like ink. A demonic smile rose on his face as his voice sounded like that of an abyssal being
"LET THIS WONDROUS NIGHT BEGIN!"
Lyner unsheathed both his weapons as he vanished from the spot he was standing at. The street was split apart by two waves of pure white light, and an ink black like midnight. The waves of light and darkness intertwined with each other before crashing down. Lyner appeared above the combined wave, purple coloured lighting bolts struck him seeping into his body. His hair spiked upwards as the current entered his body.
Raising Nightingale lyner imbued the lighting charge into his sword, slashing down a purple-black dragon Sword Qi materialized charging into the waves. The waves of light and darkness crackled a violet hue, the two waves then folded in on all the grunts and the leader.
Screams of agony and the sizzling sound of flesh melting was prominent, after the waves disappeared the grunts were all melted down into pools of flesh, blood and other bodily fluids. The leader remained albeit heavily injured and on the brink of death.
"Ly...ner you bastard, you did not have to kill the powerless. Killing me... would have been enough to scatter them." The leader said raspily, his skin was burnt like charcoal and smoke radiated off of his body.
"There is no mercy when others declare your life. You may be under orders, but at least they all died quickly and without torture. If you want to blame anyone, blame yourselves for not picking the right side." Lyner replied matter of factly before flashing forward.
"This is the only mercy I can show to somebody I once respected, Leonard. Rest with ease your family will be cared for."
Leonards eyes watered up at the sides, before his body split in half diagonally. With organs, guts, innards and copious amounts of blood splashing on the ground. Both pieces of Leonard thumped to the ground heavily.
Sheathing his swords, Lyner took out his pack of cigarettes from his pocket. Lit one as he stared at Leonards lifeless corpse. Leonard was the ex-captain of their squad. Lyner fought through dozens of life and death battles with his back against Leonards, before the man retired and he took over as captain.
Lyners eyes were cloudy as he reminisced how many brothers, and sisters he had lost over the last two years.
"Rest in peace, Captain." Lyner saluted the corpse before he lit another cigarette, took a puff off it and placed it between the fingers of Leonards left hand.
Turning his back and walking away, tears rolled down Lyners eyes as his fists clenched so tight his fingernails pierced through the palms of hands. Lyners inner energy rumbled in his body, as the rain evaporated after landing on his body.
"THUMP!"
A holy white aura pillar of energy shot into the sky, bringing a demonic energy that spread across all of Ottawa, Barrhaven, Manotick, Bellscorners, Kanata and Stittsville.
"Holy River Demonic Art!"
Lyners turbulent emotions and rage consumed him as he vanished into the night. Looking for the next group of poor souls to quench the raging inferno burning inside his body.