| Subject: Creation |
Author:
.......
|
[
Next Thread |
Previous Thread |
Next Message |
Previous Message
]
Date Posted: 14:22:39 08/13/02 Tue
" Damn you!!!! " a voice screamed outward, from oblivion it seemed to travel. There was no dimensions within the realm, yet somehow sound existed in this void...as the Black winged angel crashes thru a series of strange vertigo sensations...hitting several realities at the same time, rupturing...crushing..inflating...freezing...they hit his body at once...yet they were just effects upon the physical...his soul was enduring even more hell.
Finally the body stopped cascading thru the various worlds...looking to the one that made them...this time...the first time..as Ceallac smirks slightly...blood trinkling down from a shallow cut upon his cheek...seeming to disappear in the nebula or somesuch a place...where the Weave itself was created...where he was punished to suffer for his imperfections..and his own creation...the Forgottens...
" Give it up Ceallac...your amibition will be the death of you...I wish not to slay you...but you will pay for your crimes.." the voice was soundless...yet it vibrated against every fiber of his being..a almost hammer pounding upon him.
The Daggers danced suddenly about the form of the Creator, facing the dreaded perfection that a bladedancer performs...a shimmering hue following the paths of the epic blades as they passed thru the metaphysical makeup of the Creator, letting him feel true pain..letting Ceallac smirk in pure satifaction as he sheaths the daggers, slowly chuckling....
The chuckle increases to sheer insanity...the ember eyes crackling with a raw intensity as the Angel gently floated admist the bizaare world...
" What do you find so funny....? " the voice repeated, dark blue eyes gazing from nothiness...as if he totally forgot what a physical form allowed oneself..or because of its limitations...Ceallac never knew.
Dragauth No Samovaonas....
The chant began, as the choir was slowly siphoning in the dimension...adding hate..adding torment...the nectar of the devil who challenges god. The two shimmering almost gangre wounds upon the void starting to spread outward...until the choir was suddenly dismissed by a wave of a omniessence hand, the wounds themselves healing near instantly...to the amazement of the one who inflicted them. As two bolts of power lanced down, so fast Ceallac never even got to think one thought as it shoved him downward to the bottemless pits, with the wrath of god itself churning into his chest..toward his soul...
A sigh echoed outward, one of regret..of sadness...as the Creator opened a rift to leave...he didn't want to kill his most treasured child...bu...
As he opened the rift, a hand reached outward, covered in a almost bile colored light, as the hand criss crossed over the now formed Creator's neck, twice, the dagger suddenly appearing as Ceallac steps completly thru, plunging the dagger into the stomach , then the thigh, as Ceallac tries for the final plunge, screaming his hate with a wild shockwave of sheer emotion, until something hits him..hard...VERY hard..in the back of the head, sending him reeling once again into the void...until he regained control, creating himself mini realities, where solid is a rule of physics, and lets a strange construct of light and air keep him from going any further.
" I will kill you...at the very least for what you've done to my creations...you despise them even now..knowing that I made them..and YOU did not! " the voice cried out from the now metaphysical body of Ceallac, shimmering with a cyclone of violet light, within that aura of power, he simply exists again , his daggers flailing out of his hands as they are sent spiraling toward the void, only to be redirected at their creator...his body twisting to avoid them as he snarls, his wings snapping outward at last as he shoves himself forward, as he see's...at last...God draws his own weapon...giving Ceallac just enough time to dart away from the thrust, watching as the area he was begin to become cascaded in green fyre....
" Ceallac...give it up..you can't defeat me...you've had your fun...I shall show you mercy if you will back down NOW! " God shouted..and when god shouts..you know it...
But Ceallac just smiled, and gestured...the daggers returning to his hand, twisting as they formed a straight almost katana. It was a divine blade, the essence of all that was once split in scattered pieces across the multiverse...energy crackling wildly as he lets the chains and locks about his soul unleash, letting that fury roar out with the blaze of the deepest of the hells...as he meets the Creator...
The Multiverse screamed as the two bane blades met, the epic duel shaking the very foundations of reality as each soul is filled with a dread they can put no meaning..no reality...to, as its source comes from nowhere..yet it chills them tot he bone...
A whirlwind surrounded them both, as the blades danced about, each a living symbol of perfection, each parry catching the other by just a hair, his rage and his hate..a almost sentient force now as it fuels one...while the others limitless lifespan and responablity fuels him...
Insanity ruled the plane of existance, yet order seemed to flow thru the pattern of the web, as those sensetive to the Weave felt a great pulse of gigantic strength, the two beings slowly swinging their blades as they both, for once, meet no resistance, yet it seems none of them bare the mark of a wound...until the entire dimension shatters, both essences being consumed by a explosion that would easily dwarf the creation of the Universe...
The Feeling of dread subsides, people relax..as they feel its source go away at last...and look up to see a sunny day...
[
Next Thread |
Previous Thread |
Next Message |
Previous Message
]
| |
Feedback: 