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Date Posted: 10:41:14 08/21/02 Wed
" Time to visit your children Kami, and that bitch Yukina! " he screamed...as he ususally did....his hate and fury carried across the void, a almost cancerous virus that infected all within its boundaries...which..sadly..were limitless..the most moral of them all feeling the slow sludge of corruption sweep across them..leaving them dirty and tainted.
He lunged at Genesis, His own sword, Oblivion, gleaming as if a fierce green star, pulsating with a sheer eagerness to feel blood...life...soul...to wash over it, fiercly wanting to bite flesh with its razor sharp teeth...a perfect companion for the Dark Angel.
He didn't expect the counterattack.
As the Creator, restored briefly, leaped at the charging Ceallac..confused somewhat by his new benefactor..yet not wanting to miss this one chance where Ceallac's focus was totally on the new comer...
The dimension, the huge hazy void of raw plasma, struggling to hold together from the wild surges of power radiating against its own law of existance, suddenly pulls inward, almost as if an Implosion started to come to being as the Creator leaped forward, Creation, the mighty twohanded sword that he himself created, lunged forward, hungry for vengence against this unworthy upstart...this fledgling...who dared his will...
It met no resistance, as the blade plunged deep into the bowels of the Angel...
" So it ends here...my son...forgi..." he slowly said, a massive wave of grief and sadness flooding him, making him close his eternal eyes briefly at the act that has occured...then...a eerie force, a almost tangile vortex dragging him to stop..dragging him to open his eyes...
Ceallac...lived...
The Angel smiled, his fingers grabbing the blade, wrapping around the razor sharp essence as he grinned, a grin of the damned, and plunged it even deeper, laughing.
" HOW?! How can this be?!?! " the voice pounded downward, almost as if trying to dislodge the man from his blade...but even that triumpet of a voice...was nothing but a meek squeek..to the insane laughter that seemed to affect everything around him, sending the whole plane to a strange chaotic pattern...
Oblivion reared up, the point suddenly to the throat of the Creator, wild surges of energy cascading up and down the blade in beautiful...erotic...groteque...unholy bliss. As the whole realm seemed to explode in a bright flash of light, almost looking like a blacklight, shreding no light..yet illuminating...as its source was the Angel, leaving only a brief shadowy image of the exchange...
As Oblivion plunged eagerly downward, piercing the Creator...the tip piercing what would be a spine..., and continuing, till the hilt itself is touching the metaphysical shell of the Creator, Green blightfyre curling up toward the Creator as if a pack of wolverines toward a fallen doe, leaving the last image a grinning Angel of Death, the Infinity flaring for a brief moment in triumph...just as the Creator exploded, tenfold that of the creation of the multiverse as the energy cascaded outward, shattering the dimension as it folds in upon itself..as if never were. The explosion itself continuing onward, sending countless realms into destruction..no...nothiness.
Ayenee was safe...
or was it?
Sanctuary itself started to shake violently, as each god, guardian, and angel suddenly felt fear anew, wondering what has happened that could send this perfect serene place into turmoil...what has that kind of magnitude...
Then they knew...as Ceallac walked out of the Throne room, vibrating fiercly with the Aura of the Creator, a light smile playing across his lips, his wild chaotic form, literally pure energy and will, taking into his usual shape...vanity his worse sin..(doubtful).
" Ah my children...Do not be afraid...you shall be remade...in my image..." he smiled to them, then burst into wild fits of laughter, the two angels before him screaming as if pierced by unseen weapons, unseen claws....the skin slowly peeling off, mucsles taking some dark groteque armor like apperance...a parody of Forbiddion...As Ceallac turned back, letting his new pets play with the other Gods....
His eyes never left the throne room...a sadistic smile never leaving his lips...as he slowly..nonchalantly..took his place upon the throne of the multiverse...the knowledge of his victory sweet rich wine to him....
Yet he senses that the battle isn't done...Kami lives..and he will surely try to avenge Father...Yes Kami...I know you would have survived the distengration of the battlefield..and I await you...
He chuckled briefly...still not fully comprehending his victory was so sudden..so beautiful...so..
The doors burst open, revealing his two lil pets, carrying a female angel, surprized and shock was etched almost permantly upon her features..
Well...to the victor...goes..the spoils I suppose
He grinned viciously, gesturing for his guardians to depart as he slowly walked to the lil nymph...torture was good..but helpless torture...for two? even better. As he proceeded to ravish the woman, he relayed..in full, the emotions felt by both himself and his unwilling partner to Zenra...
" Come home my dear...your King awaits...."
" Mua...hah..ahha..AHHAHAHAHAH!!!"
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