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Date Posted: 23:20:30 08/15/02 Thu
The end?
Not really….
previous to the ‘end’ of the creator.
Kyuusai rushed onwards, metaphysical light streaming from his eldritch body. He forced himself to go on, forced the mind that was holy energy to continue in his task, despite the fear…despite the agony he felt pounding between his temples. He had to fulfill this…this had to be completed, and so he continues…feeling his essence being torn away at a pace that would spell out his death, even if he was an immortal son of God. He spoke, soft words echoing across reality, formed in his mind and sent streaming through his lips…
one can dream, the worlds a dream…
Zorahar. Pure. Undefiled by essence of anything unholy streamed forth. Though it was not the ‘Active Force’ though it was not the ‘holy spirit’ it would have to do. The proverbial gears needed to begin turning…this was a point that had to be complete…in essence and in reality.
Hope.
Need.
Desire.
Love.
These emotions streamed forth, casting light in metaphysical energy rainbow hues and tints that were of divine origin, light streaming as if from a prism…all things become one. Kyuusai’s thoughts raced, heart beating faster as Crystalline wings spread wider, the pulse of Zorahar blinding to mortal and immortal alike.
Reaching into his coat he removed the three bundles from his inner pockets, smiling as he did so and looked up. There…it simply materialized. An altar, born from the essence of this place faster than thought, created at the sense of need. If only the task he had set off to do would be so easy…
Shattered dreams reality…
The energies swirled around him, manifesting itself into small particles of streaming light, showing themselves to their master as essence and life…floating around him, through him. He smiled at the ecstasy of life, the feeling of knowing that there was purpose…Creation and Destruction, a wildfire of life, while it was true…through destruction came creation…that wasn’t the meaning of life. Life was…the ability to live up to a standard, to desire to live, to love unconditionally and experience all the things that the mortal mind could comprehend. To know there was a higher power…and to unconditionally seek to comprehend what was impossible. To live was to experience…to make oneself better…to establish ones self upon the annals of time as someone who has accomplished something… THAT was life…Chaos had yet to understand…
The power streamed, flowing like the ebbing waves of a river, constant on its course moving towards its destination dauntlessly…flowing on into eternity in a sense. He could feel the rush of its power, chimes in the wind…a melody of great beauty that sprung from nowhere and everywhere all at once…this song would forever be melded into his mind…this was the song of Creation.
Zorahar spun, a maelstrom of light and particles and streamed forth from him, whipping around the three objects sliding through them, pounding into them…flattening them. The cloths covering them….evaporated, nearly depthless energy coursing into them…it had begun.
lives of light, hopes so right…
Kyuusai sighed softly, feeling his body, no his essence weaken…amber eyes once again went silver...
Zenra’s locket shattered…
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Paradise…paradise wasn’t supposed to include pain…
Sapphire and crystal blue eyes widened slightly. Pain. Exquisite and incomprehensible pain tore through bodies at blinding speed. Paradise shattered around them…Eden swirling into intense opaque darkness as pain manifested itself. Dreams came in a violent torrent…pain a never-ending spiral, and then it was gone…
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Through the darkness, a mind drifted, echoed across a reality and a perception that could be described only as its own. Thoughts drifted, emotions tingling in senses that could only be described as spectral. It made no sense, yet it did…paradox? Was it really? The mind drifted slightly pulling consciousness down a spiral of never-ending thought…it wasn’t one of them; well not technically…it was superior…or was it?
Drifting across nothingness, glowing eyes snapped open, frigid space, converging through every fiber of his body, boiling blood, freezing it, and shattering veins. It felt pain…exquisite, incredibly and undeniable, and yet it mattered not…why? What was the purpose of existence in this void? It felt the pain tearing through all his being and then….when it blossomed to the point of no return, darkness returned…and pain subsided.
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An essence…noble, powerful and bound by chains of fate. Unable to do anything but watch…glowing eyes searched upwards at something that it could feel, but not see…Vision blurred as undeniable pain tore through it…tearing at it…tugging at it. It spread lighting nerves on fire, until it gave out…falling into the darkness…a sense of bafflement before the peace of darkness overcame it.
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Silver eyes returned amber…. More essence…more power gone…streams of Zorahar tilting reality around him, bathing all in the place, bathing nothing in this place in a silver, harsh light. Streams fluttered away from him, being torn out of existence, a candle fighting the wind…
He moved quickly, nausea assaulting him as he felt the tides of battle raging in his mind…he felt the sorrow tearing through him. This should not be happening….this should have ended long ago. Kyuusai shed his cloak and thought, a massive hammer appearing in his hands, wrought of the power of this place, wrought of the energy that lay dormant within Sahadune…
It came down with the speed of desperation, each blow echoing across reality, as the ‘forge’ ignited of its own accord. There was a desire there….a desire, a need to create, a pulsing tune that encompassed Kyuusai’s soul, thrumming with the beat of his heart, a counter beat to it…multiplying it and delving deeper into essence itself. The song of creation grew louder….deafening in his ears, moving his arms, even as it tore his soul apart inch by exasperating inch…and then….he felt the presence…strengthening.
God was never truly among them, he was everywhere and nowhere…
Kyuusai knew his father was not fully here…only a small portion of his ever encompassing presence. He felt a surge of divine power tear through him…and it was gone. Fear took him then, was it over? Was he too late? No…it was impossible…he just had to move faster…
The hammer fell again impacting, shaping, forging with the divine energies of this place…the three items took shame melded into one, each successful blow sending sparks into reality, divine echoes of metaphysical glory into space… Kyuusai let himself go, not resisting what he had begun…letting Sahadune finish it…letting the desires and need of his heart….shape it….letting Sahadune breathe life into this dream. Time passed…micro-nanoseconds…eons. It mattered not. After all, time had its beginning….here.
Every last gem…save one…was gone….
When it was complete…all realities shuddered in acquiescence…
Kyuusai’s mind raced. First step, complete.
Amber eyes went silver again…Zorahar responding once again to the call of its master…slower this time though. There wasn’t much left for it to return to. Kyuusai knew then he would die. It didn’t matter. Life came from his Father…and if Father deemed him worthy, he would live once again….at least so he hoped.
Bliss…that was the only way it could be described. Zorahar tore from his being, a boundless flood of holy. He stood white on a black background, energies tearing through his body at the speed of light and beyond, potent…holy…inconsequential to the flood of energy within this place…
Again the ‘wheels’ turned. The flood of Zorahar was dwarfed, as a bubbling brook was dwarfed by the massive ocean. Perplexing energies swirled around Kyuusai as he deigned to create once again…well, create wasn’t the word. 5 orbs of incandescent light hovered before him, blue, red, violet, silver and white, pulsing in tune with the energies of this place, casting spiraling shadows in a place where light had its beginning…
forge
The image was portrayed, and once again the forge ignited, creating what was needed…forming the elements necessary for what was being done. The 5 orbs converged instantly in a blast of light that rivaled the supernova of billions of stars combined. Rivaling in power the dawn of creation…
Immortal irises were burned away; unable to be healed…eyes were rendered useless…permanently. Silver hair burned away to the smallest strands…immortal skin curled in vicious burns and still essence was torn away…
The orb of light expanded violently, shuddering as energy was poured into it. It flared, a miniature star, though its brightness could easily put to shame any star ever created….
Consciousness among the woven strands of metaphysical energy. A mission, a dedication to the life that was going to be born… Slowly the sphere shrunk in on itself, beams of light emitting in all directions as it came into the shape of a man….
Kyuusai shuddered….his body fading, Zorahar parting away from him, no longer able to sustain him with his essence so weak. He smiled slightly as he walked over to the first creation of Sahadune.
Lying on the table was a sword…a two sided weapon of great beauty, forged with the power of Sahadune. The blades curved gracefully, in a perfection that no man, and no deity except the creator himself could even begin to duplicate…the crystalline blade glinting…clear….as a frozen silver flame remained within it. The hilt was easily twice as long as a normal hilt adorned in gems…familiar gems, and unfamiliar gems…each one burning with their own inner fire. Extending from the other end of the hilt was another blade, curved gracefully as well, though only half the length of the primary blade. It two glinted with a clear beauty. Across the weapons length were runes of gold and silver…incomprehensible in their meaning to all but the Kyuodai Kami. Its name was plain however…plain and simple….Genesis. Genesis, forged of the combination of Angel Fusion, Time Specter, and the Holy Flame Blade….Genesis, forged of the depthless and boundless energies of Sahadune. Genesis, easily the most powerful weapon ever created…
Gripping the weapon Kyuusai prayed briefly over it, walking over to the now ebbing light of the second creation. His body faded briefly, the weapon dipping in the so called ‘air’ of this reality. As he stepped before the standing figure, no being of light.
A hero was needed at this time…not just Salvation…but a new beginning….a Genesis was needed. Lifting the weapon he placed it in the inert hands of the being that stood before him…smiling briefly Kyuusai touched Zorahar again. It flooded him, causing his body to solidify briefly as he gave his soul into it. Touched his divine essence, gathering everything he could out of his battered essence and touched the being’s forehead. And slowly he traced a symbol…a symbol of perfection…a symbol of power…a symbol of hope across its forehead. Finger moved steadily across the forehead even as his body faded from existence. A soft smile on his lips…one of peace as Kyuusai died….
Even as he did so…the last gem faded from this place...sent hurtling across realities until it fell to the floor before the dragon-like Zenra. A smoking gem of multifaceted color that she would know as familiar. The gem she had place Magus and Sierra in…paradise…Eden.
The symbol complete…depthless eyes opened… and the being of light was gone.
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through scars of time
CHRONUS CANNON!!!!!
The beam of blue light shattered the atmosphere sizzling it and warping it with its passage. It came from nowhere and everywhere at once, erasing all that it touched from the very fabric of existence. It moved with speeds unheard of manipulating time itself so that it was an instant occurrence. It was the second most powerful attack ever achieved on any level using the Chronus….
It was aimed at Nystka…she would never know what hit her…never even acknowledge it as she was torn from existence, leaving a definitive 3 mile wide crater, without a sound…
A being wreathed in the gorgeous bliss of the Chronus hovered miles in the sky before vanishing abruptly the entire occurrence undetected by all except those who heard the echoing voice….
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in shattered skies
a blast of incomprehensible power streaked between the flow of power streaming from the Creator and Ceallac….the sheer monstrous force of it shattering the link, shattering the draining and stopping all time in its tracks. And there he stood…a mere ‘boy’ looking of 16 years old….depthless eyes looking onward at the Dark Angel.
The fear on Ceallac’s face, and simple shock was evident…because the face was familiar….It was the face of Anubus…and Magus, and Sierra, and Kyuusai, and Seraph all combined in one….slowly the depthless eyes shifted colors taking on a hauntingly disturbing look as each power fluctuated through him with a slow graceful ferocity. Chaos, Chronus, Zorahar, Black Wind, echoing upon each other… to the tune…and choir of Genesis.
Genesis…the weapon glinted and ignited in a silver flame, the roaring furnace of the Holy Flame blade being its first manifestation of its power…a micron of its potential… The being spoke, a voice of a child…the force of multitudes of creations…
“greetings Ceallac….I am Genesis…and this has to end…now.”
OOC:
Shit that’s a long post…and it was cut SHORT!!!!!! Please don’t mind the writing…it sucked royally IMHO. It doesn’t matter tho. Anyways….let the real games begin…..>:) yea unfortunately I was going ot draw the whole thing out longer…and make it cooler but I couldn’t cuz obviously me lacking the time and the whole story was continuing without me..so I decided I better throw my wrench in it all the more quickly.
don’t you just hate me john??? Mari?? I love you two!
If there’s any problems with the post…lemme kno, and ill see what I can do to fix it…
And yes iknow I fucked up the poem…ah well…just deal with it :P
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