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Genesis
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Date Posted: 06:49:52 09/06/02 Fri
This...was ...expected...
Genesis blinked quickly, hearing the words of the once might Damuthca friend of Magus. He blinked slightly as the man hesitated briefly…only for a mere moment as Genesis' corporeal form flickered...after-all he did look like Magus...
He felt the surge tearing through him, his limbs growing larger and thicker, maturity sliding onto a face that seemed to be stuck as an ageless 15year old. Depthless eyes flickered briefly as he again grew taller, seeming to mature years in seconds…his power was refocusing into him, being drawn closer to his corporeal form towards his essence…
In moments he had transformed from a 15 year old, to one that could easily be thought of as 21. He wasted no time however…it after-all was of the essence. The Forbiddion army charged forward, yet it didn’t matter…he spoke, his voice deeper, and still stern.
“hold your position…”
He smirked slightly and waved his hand…and then…they came…
It was a piercing call…one that they all heard with simplicity. They had been waiting for it afterall… Reality sundered again, wavering in its existence as tears formed in the sky. Existence wavered again as more portals formed, filling the wastelands sky with ethereal light, shifting reds and wavering blues. Metaphysical power manifested itself easily upon the plane…it was gorgeous…and then…they came…the myriads…the myriads and myriads of angels. Surrounded by a chorus of heavenly voices the angels struck, the army slamming into the broadside of that of the Forbiddions.
Genesis blinked again as the surging army of Forbiddion halted and turned to face the new threat, a bloody, bloody battle ensuing…Angels versus Forbiddion. He turned quickly and looked up, and there in the sky were the Shadowangel’s raining death upon the Forbiddion hordes, unleashing powers not even their fellow angels knew they had…It was a ferocious battle…it had to be done.
Gripping the hilt of his weapon He drew the Mighty Genesis from its sheathe and leapt forward…wings spreading with a blinding flash of metaphysical light. The first time they truly manifested themselves…the wings of creation. They weren’t wings persay, rather than a physical manifestation of creation, the birth of stars and universes displayed within, constant motion so as it was almost dizzying. Beautiful and awe-inspiring….he charged towards Damuthca, his last command before engaging in the battle being…
“Go forward…this wont take long…”
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