January 13th, 7:29 A.M. The sun had been up since 6 in the evening the day before thanks to the unleashing of the Sun's true powers. Speaking of the daughter of the Empress, after that whole ordeal, she had been absolved of any destruction or slaughter of any 'innocent' person. Not due to corruption or her mother blackmailing the police, but because the bystanders who gazed out the windows, and the law, couldn't make out the identity of the girl behind the glow. However, Miller Construction volunteered to aid with the repairs for the buildings that were destroyed in the spat between the duo of superhumans. In the Venetian, the rear of the Empress' daughter was pressed against the silky smoothness signature to that of a sheet concealing the true exterior of a mattress. The light coming from the outside, rays that bounced off of the walls leaking onto her face creating a semi-blurry feeling, using her hands to push her up... she looked around. Before she abruptly yelped in agony as her bones creaked like the body of an 80-year-old woman- she wasn't getting up any time soon,
"Hey, you're finally awake,"
"I hate you..."
She whispered, raising her right arm hearing her very bones crack, moaning in agony before it fell. Sitting at the side of her mattress, August chuckled gently rubbing his wrist and placed his flat palm over her forehead so she could glare at it. Needless to say, it was very cold, causing her to squint her eyes so she could glare at her cousin,
"What are you doing?"
"Giving you a birthday present for beating that rock asshole so easily,"
"Uh, my birthday is in May, so I can't decide whether to be upset or impressed that I'm getting my gift so early..."
"How about being silent?"
"Aye aye, president dickhead-ow..."
The two shared a laugh, albeit the younger female of the duo attempted weakly, but she tried nonetheless. Though she did cough out at the pain as her ribs started to crack again, as the Reaper's red and green glow brightened, having life energy flow through her. Illuminating the darkened room, August sat by her side, as she turned to stare out the window seeing Mr. Miller's cranes and workers rebuilding the property she'd destroyed. A look of pity was visible to her older relative,
"No one was injured or hurt, somehow, they were all brought to safety. I was halfway across the desert at the Cemetery, and everyone else told me they were inside... must've been you,"
The weak revelation caused her pupils to widen in shock, how was that possible? Maybe that's why she felt so fatigued, why she felt so... drained, the only conclusion she could think of was how everyone was lifted from the ground with her telekinesis to a safe location. But, for most of that fight, she'd been using that second power... she was able to focus on two targets at once while she was on that high-? Was that her true potential all along?
"The construction work might take a while, but look on the bright side: you beat the bad guy. Unfortunately, while Auntie and some everyone else will be healing you- I doubt you'll be able to fully stand up until... pff, no fucking idea. Just stay and rest,"
Now that she'd taken out the Devil, the earth-manipulating Japanese subordinate, there were two left. Bicherre Giovanna was one of those two, and she was going to be hunted by the Reaper and his male best friends together. Standing up straight, August heard the dejected heavy sighs of his adolescent cousin, bending over to peck the forehead belonging to the boy's bed-ridden cousin. Sighing, she sent a hopeful sigh filled with determination over to him, which transferred over to his face as his lips attempted to hold that proud grin. The life force she had been given via August's life-giving Golden Wind was what she used to raise her hand, her purple aura shining to signal her growing admiration for him,
"Promise... promise me you'll beat that asshole Giovanna for me, Aug,"
Even while she was hurting, she tried her best to give him hope, some sort of reassurance that she was helping, though she was broken. Though he didn't know it; that beaming smile of hers... it was created by him, the very words he had exit his mouth that encouraged her to unleash the very power she'd been hiding. It inspired the very determination he'd been using to fuel his venture through this unknown world, and just as she'd disappeared while they stood together on the roof, Celine appeared,
"Hey!"
While her breathing lover had been admiring the profoundly beautiful sight of the sun, the best distraction that could ever exist entered his ears. She'd expected, maybe some sort of snarl or frown as he'd turn, but... there was none of that. Instead, that very smile he'd had on moments before had been stained, like a bloodstain against a white shirt- it wouldn't fade. White locks flowing with the wind's natural waves that pushed invisibly, he stepped forward and took her hand. To anyone else, he'd look insane, but nothing else mattered right now, no one else mattered. She was all that mattered in this vast husk of a World corrupted with hatred, as she felt the chill of his lips press against her cupped-together hands, the World couldn't help but send her lover a smile from beyond the grave,
"I'll come back to you-"
"I promise."
There was no doubt that if they used some sort of teleportation to transport to their next location, the Government would be tracking the unique energy signature and locate them. So, August didn't ask his Father or Aunt to take them to the whereabouts of their next opponent, instead, the lyrics of 'Everybody Wants To Rule The World,' by Tears For Fears wee like an angelic harmony. Entering his eardrums, a break from the suffocating planet he'd been forced to inhabit whole the song lulled him to the safety of his creative mind. Celine's form swelled up and transformed back into a Tarot Card, sliding into her lover's chest as it phased into his being. The bus' movements were calm and slow, they were in no rush, last time, the Devil of the Earth was waiting for them. It wasn't too far off to think that Bicherre Giovanna wasn't doing the same thing for them, so... as Death slept while Artemis gradually drove them to their destination, the Magician and Strength were together. Sitting in front of their friend, Johnson at the window while Edmund tested the depth of August's slumber, gently kicking the shin of his ally briefly,
"Man, he's a deep sleeper, jeez.."
"No kidding, wasn't he the one to wake up when someone so much as walked past his desk?"
Commented Johnson, remembering the old memories they'd made over the years they made together... the sights of the trees passing by were so beautiful. The green that resonated with his very soul, giving the Magician a short sense of peace in this vast chaotic world he called home... he wished he could go back to those times.
The thought that something had caused him enough stress to deepen the way he slept, brought an aching shake to Strength's heart as he stared at his 'brother' sleep soundly. But... he seemed to calm, nothing really to worry about as of right now, maybe he was just acting paranoid. Turning back so he could return to his seat beside his best friend, Beau pushed the seat back with the controls on the right arm and sleepily gaped his mouth wide. A CHOMP was audible as he clamped his top row of teeth onto the other, finishing the movement, the red-eyed Strength intended fully to disappear into a wondrous sleep, same as his friend behind him,
"May I ask you something?"
Allowing one pupil, the left one, the gift of visibility, the lid opening so it'd return to inside of his skin, Beau turned his head slightly so he could meet the vision of his Magician friend,
"Is our relationship truly fixed..? When you came to my room after we fought Kuno, you tried to make amends and try to reassure me that everything was alright. But, was that the truth? Everything I do, it feels like I'm just a fucking parasite, but yet... a pitiful one. One that people hate but want to keep around because it makes them feel good. I try and try again and again, but it all fails... the bakery? If I'd have been there, and hadn't said anything so stupid earlier, maybe... maybe I could've froze that guy before he even touched you,"
These confessions.. were so full of falsehoods and lies, Beau understood where he came from. The main reason he came was to fix a mistake he made long ago, to prove to himself that he can help without jeopardizing someone's life. In the end, while he believed he did so- more was lost than gained, and he was left conflicted with himself. What was the point of anything he did it if didn't benefit everyone else he loved in a way? August believed it was the same as Mei, as he shrugged off his headphones, a diabolical smirk painted onto his lips. Their internal conflict was clear, no doubt he'd have to deal with it when he'd go and fight the third superhuman with Emma and Gen when they go tomorrow.
For now, they'd arrived at their destination. Falsely reaching to the sky with his arms, August heard his bones crack as they stared up at the ruins of this... building. Singed papers scattered about, charred remains to litter the sand, they'd been informed by Artemis that another burnt-down government facility had been additionally destroyed for the sake of 'paranoia'. Lifting a skeletal hand, the Reaper's colorful hue indicated his powers in use as he searched through the database of life to rearrange the events that led up to this,
"This belonged to Giovanna's assistant, she always wore a nametag with the nickname 'Hedge', however, her real name is unclear. She was the first person to be pierced by the Key without consent, as the twisted scientist, Giovanna had already been mad with power. After seeing what it did to her unfortunate assistant, she tried it on herself twice, one after another, and eventually... she was lucky enough to survive. After that, she slaughtered all the other subjects and was asked for, personally, by Kuno. Ironically, 'Hedge' wasn't killed by the Key... instead, this indicates her flesh was torn apart piece by piece by- glass?"
Odd, they'd never heard of someone who could manipulate such a bizarre material before, the Strength continued to search for more clues while the Magician rubbed his chin to hypothesize with his brain. Seemed like there was nothing, really, except for more rubble and skeletons, though it was obvious they belonged to the other subjects stored in this facility. Until that is, the duo of allies found a left-over piece of a chopper belonging to a military-grade helicopter, which they twisted to feel an array of memories pouring into their brain. They were hypnotized, Death spun to see his friends confused, his quick intuition kicking in, he created a bubble of wood around their bodies pushing out two fingers so they'd be protected. Grunting, he used his one arm to shield himself, a loud BOOOM! heard as the crash landing was made by... HER.
She resembled the Devil in the worst ways possible, it was a similar outfit, but there was no suit vest. There was, however, a suit with no tie, shedding herself of the vest so it'd only show bare skin, the woman chuckled at the teenage boy in front of her. Tying up her silver hair in a ponytail, her aura resembled the same coloration as the female's locks as she stepped forward and slid one hand to the side. Rising from the ground, shards of quick glass swiftly flew at his chest, which he blocked with one lengthened tendril that sent it flying back at her eyes. She simply caught it with her fingers and manipulated it into dual swords, getting into a stance, she licked her lips and readied to do battle. Just as she was about to swing her blades, an elongated edge belonging to that of a weapon pierced through the back of August's chest, and as blood poured out once he turned around, he attempted to jump back. Debris scattering as his feet met the sand, the Reaper chuckled as the pieces of glass rose continuously out of the glass. It wasn't that she was a long-distance fighter like the Devil, but she was more akin to doing something like this because of her powers. Just as she was about to shoot them into August's skin, and he was about to use his tendril to slice her head clean off- a burst of fire swirling together in a circular motion exploded in a ball of heat behind her. Snarling in annoyance, both the Magician and Strength opened their palms to capture her- but in turn, their trails of ice and magma rock began encapsulating Death's whole figure. Screaming out in agony as he experienced exponential levels of both heat and chill, a mirror of glass that reflected their faces formed behind Giovanna as she plucked her target from the cacoon they'd created for her. A mirror reflecting their very confused and shameful faces was created from the shards of glass she'd intended to stab her rival with, and she faded away as the mirror bounced once she entered. She was the first to answer, her hand holding the back of his shirt with all of the tightness she could use to grip the collar of August's trench coat. For a brief moment, though most of his anatomy was either frozen with frostbite or charred by lava, he used Golden Wind to heal his vocal cords as the rest of his body was enveloped,
"WITHOUT YOU, SHE WOULD'VE PERISHED! WITHOUT YOU, THEY WOULD'VE DIED! DO IT FOR YOURSELF... FUCK THE WORLD!! DO IT FOR--"
And as quickly as he began speaking, he'd vanished into the unknown, with Matt and Beau left with the sins they'd committed, of getting distracted... and not working strategically. Blinded by their faults, they were the reason their friend was taken. Or so it seemed.
His back cracked as he was thrown by her hand, the woman wiping the blood off of her silver sleeve she let out a happy giggle. She always knew she was the more powerful of the other two imbeciles, the fact that she'd been sidelined as the 'number two' was pathetic, she always had more mastery of her powers than the weaker duo... Of course, that was only something she believed in, the best way to get acknowledged for her powerful capabilities and mastery of her powers was... by her Boss. Doctor Kuno.
A metal door wedging its way between the two, she leaned against the wall as a door formed to her rear, opening her phone as she spoke to the Boss,
"Risorsa acquisita. Attendo il tuo arrivo, capo. Ciao,((Resource acquired. I await your arrival, boss. Goodbye,)"
Her mission had been complete, there was no way those brats she left behind could ever reveal the intricacy of her whereabouts. If a comparison could be made of where her base was located, it'd be under their very noses, like that one hide and seek spot that sounds ridiculous but more ingenious the more you think about it. Then, in awe of that spot, you use it when it's your turn to hide from the seekers, that's the very best comparison that could be made... however, I digress. Now was not the time to worry about her goal being interrupted, there was no doubt that anything those pathetic brats attempted could work out in their favor. So, she waited, with her arms crossed, the silence hovered over the desert, as the Strength screamed out in anger, a burst of flames arising from his insides. Beginning to have a heat stroke as his skin began to shift to an abnormal ruby shade, Beau cried out,
"GODDAMMITTTTTTTTTT! If we hadn't been so fucking STUPID we could've saved him. INSTEAD, WE DID IT BLINDLY LIKE FUCKING IDIOTS!!!!!!!!"
While he was audibly letting out his anger and frustration, the weather had transformed in an area inhabited by Johnson, who had felt the warmth of a snowflake land on the back of his index finger. Obeying his brain's commands, it simply morphed into a lavender butterfly, and Matt couldn't hide the chuckle that escaped his mouth. As if it held a mind of its own, capable of having thoughts and acknowledging the aspect of free will, the creature made of frosty particles lifted itself from his pale extremity and instead, went to rest on Beau's shoulder.
The Strength, his feet causing the ground to melt as the wings made of fire popped out of his back, flesh and blood bubbling as he legs submerged into the magma... was about to scream with all of his might. That is before he felt the wondrous cooling nature of the butterfly that sent a calm wave of peace over his emotions, and Edmund, now able to listen to reason, turned to Matt. The words that belonged to his best friend, the Reaper, echoed in his brain, determination fueling his every action while anger and hate-fueled Beau's blood as it boiled and slowly chilled with the cold of the butterfly.
"What... how the hell... did you do that?"
The red-eyed Fiery Strength had sweat pouring out from his cheeks and face, slowly infecting every inch of his clothing and attire before he would eventually be patted on the shoulder. The Young Icy Magician's appearance was sudden but swift and calming to say the least, as his hand soothed his nerves and his caring smile allowed him to breathe without worry. The trail of ice that originated from his previous point of origin was a dead giveaway, however, there was something odd about the vibe his friend was giving off at the moment,
"August said something loudly to us before he left... just a few minutes ago. He told me, 'She'd have died without you,' and he told me, 'They'd have been dead if it hadn't been for you...' he was telling us- no! He was encouraging us. He must've heard me on the bus, no doubt about it. He knew I felt weak, hopeless... like it was all my fault that you'd all been hurt before. But, if I hadn't left, Gen would've been killed by that- that MONSTER! And if you hadn't charged into battle like an idiot, then we wouldn't have had a distraction for Kuno. I guess the past had been weighing down on us, huh?"
Though he hated to admit it; his faults, everything, Beau knew the truth. He'd been so focused on the past, where he believed himself to be so useless, so devoid of being helpful; that when he was helpful, he couldn't see it. That girl he'd mentioned... Cindy, they didn't all have to be like that. The tears in Matt's eyes were a product of that, the courage he had placed into Beau's heart was an indication of the bond they'd shared, so taking his hand in his own, their powers uniting and their auras colliding, Edmund could look into his friend's mind,
"All I ever was... was that. That cliche weak person, so shy and pathetic, that everyone thought they could bully and control because of my physique. Nevertheless, despite the way everyone treated me; I thought to myself, 'If I have these powers, I should be able to help someone... to help anyone that's having a bad time with anything!' But... but, that never happened. I was just a fucking nuisance to those I tried to help, so creepy... so pathetic... so despicable. That is until we meet. I remembered when we first met in childhood, and everything seemed so awesome- I had a brother! We did everything together, I showed you my awesome powers, and as you grew up, you were given powers too... I'm sorry for the past. I'm sorry for never being able to help you during what happened before,"
As their eyes opened in sync, Matt's lips began to move as his arms wrapped around his friend's neck, and he gave him a tight hug. Not one with lust or any romantic sort of love, but a brotherly love together that they shared for one another. No matter what, they'd save their friend and help those they cared about... and if they were hurt? So what? The only thing that meant the most to either of the brothers-in-arms was... their best friend. Their other brother.
AUGUST!
As they stood up from their seated position, Beau realized something odd from a moment before when he was melting through the sand... there was something odd about the solidity of the location he was standing on. It was more slippery and hardened compared to the rough normality of the magma rocks composed of volcanic material, it was something akin to... metal. Hiding his hands from his 'brother's' vision, Beau rubbed his chin with a mischievous smirk- now it all made sense, now that he was thinking about it. The small snowstorm had spread across from that one spot Matt was standing in, expanding across the whole area of debris, and the duo shared a collective nod as their auras burst out from their souls,
"Now, let's end this!"
Though it is most likely you've never been to a volcanic setting, you have an idea of what lava is, or the temperature it exudes whenever you think of that 'liquid'. Right now, the sound of it bubbling as it seeped through the ceiling was all Bicherre Giovanna heard before her face let out a certain KRAKKKK! from the Strength's boot meeting the left area of her features. Snarling out in anger, the back of her head met the metal wall she was standing in front of, blood dripping out as Beau punched through the wall August was held in. To see him break out of the chains he'd been tied to with ease, they both charged through the ceiling, and without falter, she followed them with a super jump that broke the glass scattered throughout the facility. Guards and scientists sliced in half with guts falling from their insides and blood decorating the wall, she emerged from the desert's ground.
Sand raising into the air momentarily as sharpened edges of the glass were directed toward the trio, which they all deflected in their ways. Beau, who was still falling to the ground, had decided to spin around in mid-air and swipe his hand to the left. Burning through it all to make sure it turned to mush, the flame returned to his palm and he landed on a magma rock trail he used to backflip onto his feet. Flames engulfing his fists as they burned immensely around his fingers, singeing of the skin and flesh as the Strength let out a gentle exhale. August used his dark tendrils to simply knock them out of the air then blast them with a pulse of plasma that emerged from his fingertips, landing beside his friend. Stepping up from behind him, Matt rose against his pointer finger then cracked the knuckle as it snapped to point at Giovanna, who had landed onto her feet. The snowflakes were dangerous, small, and quick- there was no telling what attack was held within their miniature insides, so she quickly decided to put up a barrier of glass that attached itself to her body and broke through all of the snowflakes. They were like hardened crystals, widening his eyes, Matt groaned out in anger, extending out his right arm to blast a straight ray of ice at her. She was frozen in a block of ice, momentarily... though it was easily cut through by her finger. Immune to all attacks, she quickly had her glass snap around their bodies and cacoon them in shields that they were unable to break through, as they kept reforming. Shedding herself of her clothing that seemed to be uncomfortable, she gently sighed,
"Tentativo inutile, marmocchi!"
Now with three superhumans specimen, there was no doubt that she'd be praised for her work and be regarded as the most powerful of the elite guard! The Boss will happily gift her a reward at the end of all of this! The possibilities were endless, she had no room to think... and no time to react, as the shards of glass covering the Strength and Magician exploded off of their bodies in a beam of light. Standing together, side by side, their red and blue auras glowing as bright as the morning sun that revealed itself, previously concealed from the grey clouds... their faces were hidden as the ground rumbled. Snarling in anger, the duo began their strut to their enemy, the Strength's fist tightened as his knuckles cracked, there was something very obviously seen in the light that shadowed Edmund's face. Anger. His shine only brightened to August behind him and Bicherre in front of him, the duo of enemies covering their eyes so they weren't blinded by the radiation. Groaning out in irritation at their newfound strength, she threw a stack of large sharp straight glass shards their way.
As if appearing from nothing, Matt simply swiped his hand to the right and slapped all of the glass shards out of the way so they'd change their trajectory. Swerving through the air so they'd enter the ground beside the Reaper's foot, their friend widened his eyes and couldn't help but smirk- this was the same power that Mei had awakened to yesterday. Needless to say, they were definitely on a high from the way they shined with a glow so bright that it would've been visible to those above the atmosphere. Rumbling with the tenacity they'd been hiding together for so long, the Magician's breaths were calm but loaded with power, squeezing his fists so they'd brighten their azure illumination, as his 'brother' stepped forward. Causing the glass-manipulating Giovanna to step back in fear, her pathetic pleas for help and whimpers as she tried to throw attacks at the duo... in the end, they were useless. Without determination, without absolute concentration, she was powerless against the sheer power they exuded just from standing there. The rocks levitated to form a rock-like magma gauntlet that flowed with lava, the signature fiery orange replaced with a bloody red,
"You feel it, don't you..? The way that the air heats up, beginning to burn as I inch closer to you. That very deep feeling in your heat, like a black hole sinking in every other emotion- just replacing it with the primary: fear. This power is not a product of our parents' DNA, we might have inherited some of it from them, but nevertheless... it's all a product of our DETERMINATION! NOW PERISH, BICHERRE GIOVANNAAGHHHHHHHH!"
The rumbling heat belonging to lava stored in the rocky volcano was heard as it bubbled beneath her feet, and a fist was driven into the center of her gut. Glaring into her silver eyes, the Magician launched her to the air with a simple blow to the chin, and she was fully determined- throwing away any semblance of fear for mirrors composed entirely of glass to form around the way Johnson attempted to slide upon a trail of ice to his enemy. Spinning around so he could jump through one, and come out the other, slashing through the rest with his very own sword made of the ice itself, he pushed out his right palm so snowflakes could expand into daggers as they pierced her coat of crystal armor. Grunting in anger and pain, she started to stumble back on a tray of glass, a whip of fire slamming her into the ground before dragging her across its rough materials. Rocks digging into her eyes, his grip on her only continued to expand and heat up before she was thrown several hundred meters in front of them. Bones breaking as magma rocks were formed to her rear for her to bounce off of, the Magician stomping his foot onto the ground so a trail of ice could follow her aim. The speed she was moving at was all thanks to Beau's very own strength, as he raised his very own hands into the air so a volcanic meteor of magma and lava could shoot out from a mountain to his behind. Screaming out as his soul-aura started to heat up, taking on a more fiery appearance, August lifted his hand to help, noticing his friend fall to his right knee for a brief moment,
"Ed!"
"I'm fine!!"
Widening his eyes at that scream, August chuckled, his glow brightening his soul and fueling the Determination he'd been using for his dream. Sending himself forward while the Magician and Giovanna were exchanging heavy blows, Johnson sweeping her legs and hitting all of her pressure points so she'd curl up and spew out blood from her insides- all while she was in mid-air, she was drop-kicked in the chest once more. Turning his head so he could see his best friend beside him, Matt chuckled as they clapped together their hands, witnessing the rising of their tenacious opponent. She wouldn't back down, that much was obvious.
"Ready?"
"GO, YOU IDIOTS!"
There was no other banter after that, she sent rows after rows of glass in the form of spikes at their bodies as they went for her. This time, though, they were faster than before. The meteor that hovered in the sky above, for everyone across the desert to see while it stood in the clouds- gradually moved its pace toward its target. Just as the trio themselves were all moving at speeds beyond human comprehension, Matt slicing through them all as the ice pushed him forward, hardening his skin for his face to take a blunt hit and the glass to shatter on impact. The snowflakes managed to brush against the glass shards- causing them to arise as icicles, the Magician grunted as they were sent her way. Raising his right hand so they'd visibly obey his commands, a wave of sharp ice was thrown her way in the form of a curvy wave of ice. Then, as he pushed himself up into the air with that ever-rising trail of ice, he forced it to have a mind of its own so a rectangular chunk of it could go right for her.
"Merda!"
She yelled, using her best efforts to dodge such quick powerful attacks, knowing that if she were to attack and destroy them- these projectiles would only grow. Giovanna rose herself to the ground, stepping backward, invisibly hovering on-air as she stood on the glass platform she created, she held up her fingers that cracked their knuckles all at once. Creating an ever-moving barrier of ice around himself, Matt leaped of the iceberg he'd created, sliding on a singular trail of that chilly material so he could punch through the capsule she'd created to protect herself. The blow was directly aimed for her right cheek, which shattered the crystal shield she had created minutes ago, sending her flying out of the left side of said shield. Holding out his hands, the light and darkness tendrils spread and parted so there would be two of each, gripping her ankles and wrists, Beau kicked her repeatedly in the chest before bringing her face down to his knee. Once more, breaking through another layer of her armor, then grabbing her by her crystallized hair, wings of fire propelling him through the cloud while the meteor followed. Following her on an iceberg that seemed to penetrate through the transparent clouds, Matt's skin hardened and seemed to take on an icy sky blue. Groaning out as the oxygen got thinner and thinner, he threw an icicle at the center of Giovanna's forehead.
The pace continued to move endlessly as if Beau had no set destination, his hand's normal temperature growing exponentially before the vast openness of space was met by her. The magma-rock shield around his body protected his lungs for a while, pushing out two individual streams of fire that emerged from the tips of his extremities, a rain of icicles reigned upon the top of her head. Piercing through her feeble excuse of armor so they'd pierce the top of her head, slowly seeping and freezing her brain, the Strength had other plans. More brutal plans, like two gigantic meteors composed of magma, spread apart so they'd squish her and her insides would come flying out as the huge rocks met. Tightening his fist, his expression invisible to his brother beside him, as it expanded wider and wider so it'd blow up in an abundance of chunks and fire- they were blown back. And just like that, their bursts of adrenaline had faded away... and luckily, they were caught by their wrists together. Their fathers looking at them together, their orange and icy auras protecting them from the chill of space, the former Magician and Chariot couldn't help but chuckle at their tenacious offspring.
Charred skeleton returning to Earth, August stepped back for a moment to see it burst into an iceberg, held up just by that, the Reaper chuckled. Raising his fist to the air, a beam of emerald plasma emerged from his knuckles, as a symbol to those before in the sky holding their sons- they'd won.
Bicherre Giovanna, another subordinate of Doctor Abaddon Kuno- the Demiurge, who thought herself above her final superior, was executed on January 13th, 2037 at 10:55 A.M., in Las Vegas' Mojave Desert.
To Be Continued!