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Date Posted: 15:36:10 08/13/02 Tue
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After thousands of eons...
After thousands of nanoseconds...
The aftermath of the explosion cooled, leaving a nebula of elements, ones freshly forged from the inferno of creation...as a shadowy image, covered in a strange indigo gore, levitates out of the Nebula...
Ceallac.
The black angel pants..heavily, the only sound within the whole of his soul..until he hears..a chant...a chant of his name...
I'm alive...I...live!!!
He laughed, esctasy striking his soul in a sudden surge of strength...so much power lost..yet the gain...his ember eyes shining...the only light in the darkness...as he just laughs, the chant increasing in volume, burning inside his head as he enjoys the vile torture...as he gazed down at the broken body of the Creator.....a sudden lust shining like dark beacons within his eyes.
" Your power..your very essence shall be mine now Father. I am victorious...Stars shall fall..planets shall drift..Moons will tumble...the Multiverse itself shall realign..all to my will...all to the will of the New Creator....I shall destroy your creations...as you did mine...MUAHAHAHAHAHAH!!!!! " the Angel laughed as he kneeled to the rapidly decaying body of his father...a weakling...to be sure....yet his power..and his blade...shall be mine...
The ash , the residue, of the void disappeared..revealing...nothing.
" Damnit! Where is the sword?! It must be here somewhere..." quietly he cursed, wondering if one of his "siblings" retrieved it while he was recovering from the explosion...
Damn Chaos! She must have stolen it...that stupid BITCH!!!
Then the chant stopped, suddenly, as swiftly as a lightning bolt scaring the earth...as Ceallac slowly...turned around..a bead of sweat dripping off his forehead...
There stood the creator, within his true self, the sword, held in both hands, gauntleted, tightly holding the massive handle as it suddenly lashes out for the exposed throat...
Yet instinct reacted in the nick of time, as the other sword that witnessed creation itself raised itself up defiantly to the other, a shatter of sparks forming as the sparks form its own galaxy, each spark orbiting the other in a strange slow pattern compared to the rapid movements of the blades as each tries to find a opening...
A brief exchange of blades ....seemed eternity as Ceallac backed up, gazing at his father with somewhat grudging respect...
How is this possible...he's so damn fast..so powerful..yet eariler...
He thinks back upon the previous battle...and he knows...a shell..a avatar...God never truly was among them...just a shadow...and now he was angry enough to come in his full glory and wrath...
Well fuck
The thoughts raced thru his mind...wondering what to do against...this apocalypse...as his father lets the other rest briefly, the blade covered now in pale phantasms of the creation of the universe. Then suddenly the sparks of hell was set into motion again, Ceallac reacting solely by instinct and reaction now, deperatly trying to deflect each blow...each one pressuring him with the weight the multiverse, each blow threating to crush him to a tiny insignifcant worm...until the tables turned, a fury bourn on the wings of desperation sends the Angel in a complete beserker's frenzy...giving in to his most basic desire to live...giving in to the Forbiddion. His form not altering...yet it was if suddenly fastforward was being played, his body instantous in movement and thought as he lost the defensive...realization hits that the offensive isn't gained either...and he stares into the ever changing eyes of God...and is not too sure of his victory as the raging aura of Forbiddion, an almost tangible molassses , blazing across his body as some sweet lover trying to seduce him into bed....as the blades met once again...their wraths sending the Multiverse into sheer chaos and madness...and pure order and law...The weave itself starts to crumble into small undefine pieces of reality, yet it remains...Fear returns to those who still yet live...even the undead...the vampires..suddenly feel the cold hand of death reach for them, so alien to them...they don't understand and start to shake violently in fear...as all life and unlife fears for its very existance.
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