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Date Posted: 21:12:06 09/16/02 Mon
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's message, "Where needed." on 15:44:01 09/16/02 Mon
Imagine a huge guitar string.
Imagine it being pulled several times, the low sound shatteirng the cosmos in a fever of insanity.
Each slash of Creation's Torment made this strange phenomeon...his strange wings crackling wild with chaotic energy, looking as if several powerlines have been severed and simply swinging about in agony.
The Sky snapped open, a huge eye dilating as they were once again upon Neo Aurora..but diffirent...as the Birth of The First Angel is shown briefly...a beautiful angel..beyond any compare...slowly tainted by what The Father created but neglected to protect his son...the first Failure.
He smirked as Zenra charged him, flying to meet him head to head...he welcomed the melee frenzy of battle..cherished it..loved it. Each shining plate of his skin reflecting off the eerie light streaming out as if electricty off his wings, slashing his sword upward in a strange almost nonchalant slash across the womans stomach as she closes in on the melee...
As for the dagger toward his head?
He smirked devilishly, revealing rows of razor sharp teeth, filled with malice and haterd, his blade suddenly surging with the full might of all the power he ever controlled...ever fought for...the blade itself being reborn into a massive star...a minute blackhole..all at once..
ESCALVONE!
A Katana reared upwards, out of nowhere, in the hands of a young boy..a familiar boy...the boy blending nearly perfectly with Zenra...
No more shall we be your slaves...
Another blade raised upwards, toward his preciosu throat..though no anatomy..still precious...raised by his first corruption during this new age...Kenji...finally realizing what his crimes...
All the others raised up, every soul...every god. Every mortal living and dead raised up in defiance...their messenger....Zenra IceWind...as they no longer gave their precious lifeforce to the Messiah..but to his foe.
Love is the answer Quistals....
The last simply stood next to Zenra, plunging a bright silver crystal toward the same target as Zenra...
Dagger, Katana, Silver Blade, all of them pierced the eye at once as Ceallac screamed out his rage, his body shaking in erratic movements as he tried to contain his essence...even as along the edges of the strange cut across his eye, massive amounts of light and strange tendrils of energy start to pour out, a cascade..a typhoon of power radiating out of the cut as Ceallac simply start to twitch even more so violently..spasming in what can only be called Death Theores...
The explosion made the death of the Creator look as if a peashooter, as the energy simply rocked the entire Multiverse with its magnitude...even as the energy destroyed that which held it...it protected Zenra...or perhaps someone did...
For when she wakes...she stands upon Ayenee..beautiful and loving...
Until..that is.
She sees Ceallac, once more in his mortal shell, and glaring with sheer hate at her...slowly advancing as spittle escapes his lips.
" You bitch...You'll Pay...."
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