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Date Posted: 22:37:57 09/15/02 Sun
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's message, "Final Battle, Part 2" on 21:39:20 09/15/02 Sun
DAMN YOU!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
His mind screamed out the curse, the sheer amount of energy behide it making a strange metaphysical fire burst across the world, making the planet itself scream in horrible agony. The souls finally stopped as the reborn Forgottens are slowly burned by the hell spreading slowly forth across the world...misshapen beings springing out from the sheer imagination of Ceallac as he plunged down at Zenra, a great bird of prey as he slowly rears the sword, Creation's Torment, behide him...a blade made of his own will..his own divinity.
But he slowly understood..as Zenra rushed toward him to meet in a fatale embrace.
At last...the battle I have longed for...soon you too shall be part of my soul..then that...Saiya-jin..will pay...
The sword came down, the intensity of a thousand universes bearing down in his sword arm..for such is his malicious strength..his vile power, radiating like a leech as he can no longer contain its false image...the battle similar to between him and Father, strange nebulas clashing against it each other as if they was playing bumbercars, each clash sending out a spray of eerie rainbow like lightning bolts, as large as a moon as they spiral endlessly across the plane...a infinite plane of where creation began before Sahadune.
" At last...The final battle Zenra...It's fitting it is between you and I...I made the Forgottens...and yet you claim to be their Divine symbol? How dare you! How dare all of those before you! You havent a chance Zenra..know this...when I claim your soul like I did all those you've loved! " he screamed, his body at last changing to his true form. Forbiddion Incarnate. A almost alienish form...midnight black..almost slim...about 7 feet tall.
The body almost insect like..though his ember eyes never changed during the form..even as horns spiraled out of his brows, following along the curves of his head till they meet in the back. The infinity twisting to be rightside up...then opening itself into a strange black eye....
Forbiddion.
His power surging to a massive new peak, at last he was once more the First Angel, even as his shoulders opened up in the back, bone like apendages lancing out in a fan like motion...covered in a literally hellfyre...Wings. Claw like spikes rupturing on his forearms..his knees..his ankles...a true Demon. No more the charismatic child of God...
His true form, a howling dementia, a ArchDevil of immense power as he still held the Creation's Torment, lashing out at Zenra as he gets in range..screaming out in the language of the Infernal...
DIE!
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