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Date Posted: 13:07:32 08/15/02 Thu
Death...
Despair...
Doom.
The realm..no...
It could no longer be called that, it was simply a wild chaotic nebula, where reality was beaten by contradictions...contradictions of god...
It seemed as if a typhoon was passing across the landscape of raw eldrich power, lancing across the black void with radiant multihued bolts of lightning....then briefly returning to infinte nothingness...the lights crisscrossing as if the essence of a spider dwelled to forever display this beautiful show. As a bolt crissed across the face of the Dark Angel, The blood red eyes squinted to narrow slits, gazing across the void...a almost helpless gaze to his eyes as he tried to find that shape of his despair...
Father...how is this...
Suddenly a blade, covered in a bright neonic light, shaded in such a green tint it simply suggests death, shoves toward the unprotected throat of the Angel, missing by a simple inch, the simple "air" of the blade parting the dark skin, a dark liquid running down instantly , the dark one completing his roll as a foot lanced upward, catching the father across the face, literally almost ripping the cheekbone into the brainstem..if he had such things Ceallac thought bitterly...he still thought as his opponent as physical...as he did himself..not as a force forcing itself into shape...
The hilt of a blade, a slash across the brow, and a sudden kick into the stomach sent the Angel flying...miles...inches....no longer could he tell as he let blissful sleep cover him...it would be so easy....
Then hate entered his soul.
Never letting him go...
The Iron will to live...it was what sustained him for the centuries...
Large wings flapped open, as he created a force from the action, letting the air solidify, cushioning his descent *or moving...there was no dimensions* while stopping him...
" Give it up Ceallac...death approaches...no..Oblivion...I won't give you a chance this time. " the voice echoed, pounding into the soul of Ceallac, ripping it asundered with deadly promises for defying God.
Ceallac...grinned, brandishing his sword..and slowly pointing the tip toward the ever increasing in power of God...
" No...I think not...It won't end like this..." he smirked, grotequely as blood ran down his chin, rubbing the cut across his neck as it disappeared...but he let the blood stay...it suited his purposes.
" In fact....it's time to finish you!!!! " he screamed, a wild eldrich form of power, as a rift to the Multiverse opened...
A rift to Ayenee...to the other worlds as well...
A rift to where the fear..the anger..the hate...was created...
A rift to where the Dragauth...The Forgottens existed...
" Dragauth savamons Goddess no Titrhil! " he smiled, whispering the words as the rift blinked sideways, quivering as if the "eye" was crying...
After a minute..or a second..the time that followed was undescrible as God..waited...curious almost...
When the eye opened wide, a single bead of light streaming outward as if hell's ambition to reach heaven allowed one final..if small..attack. The bolt stabbing the Dark Angel directly in the Infinity...
Then God knew.
Ceallac was calling to his creations, the Escalvone...the Icewind...The Dan'Shir...The Dragauth...each a part of the God's split essence, as he brought them back to his One soul, even as his people suddenly felt none of the fear affecting the multiverse...a wild sense of urgency yes...but eagerness...pleasure...imbued with at last..their Creator...even the Goddess, Zenra..felt this ...more so then ever...as connected directly with the one who wanted her as Bride...
Ceallac just grinned, a wild energy slowly influxating across his chest as he roared out in pure delight, esctasy flowing thru his veins, singing the hymns of sheer hate...of sheer raw radical power...
" This is impossible...." the response was meek..almost...scrared.
The answer was a sudden slash of a sword, arching across the essence of God, slashing deep into that essence as he twirls in a complete circle, holding the hilt against his hip, literally a blender as he slices upwards, cutting God's form in half, the effect almost sending the plane to oblivion as the will of God struggled to reassemble his own soul, staring at his son with a sudden surge of fear...and a strange sense of pride as he stared at the crooked smile...the shining ember eyes...and the hand outstretched, starting to fluxating, as if drawing massive amounts of essence, pure power, into a single point across his palm, The nebula shaking at the very core of its foundation...almost as if it too feared this new turn of the wheel...
Ceallac simply said one word.
The pinpoint of essence of power starting to widen greatly, tripling its size each time.
" Die. "
He pointed a finger at god's forehead..and smiled.
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