The rocks were so hot, it felt like the tiny pieces miniaturized and turned to pebbles were sinking into the morality of his human skin. The memories of the past and how he was led to this path flashing rapidly through his mind, the hours of pain were shrunken down to mere minutes. The next second he was pulled out by his arm that he'd pushed out from beneath the rubble, the white-haired figure of his sister watched on in horror. Her soldiers were slaughtered, her sister stabbed through the heart, her brother in critical condition, and their sibling was taken. The stench of their burning flesh seeped in through their nostrils. The brother and sister together holding no sense of emotion over this occurrence, Uraku raising with Charmeine, the rustling of bones audible as he stood from the charred remains of a child. Taking a step forward, their Father swiftly let a singular foot move from behind the curtain of the reality He'd lived within. With glances at their faces and expression, the Author bowed for the curtain to unravel so they could enter and be engulfed by the safety of His Throne Room.
Their feet continuing to press along the rock, holograms belonging to His defeated and slaughtered subordinates slid into their views.
Akuji: Critical condition, on the brink of death.
Sirilla: Her soul in Hell.
Demiurge: Captured by the Requiem Reaper.
Ryder: Whereabouts unknown.
Lucky for them, the two most powerful members of that League were here, with Uraku standing with his arms over his chest. Char with her hands hidden in the pouches of her pants watching as the Author's stoic expression never changed. Sliding up from the seat He held in His throne, He awaited a decision from His most-trusted Child, the Guardian of the Temple rubbing his beard. About to part his lips before he was abruptly interrupted by his Father, demanding softly with a gentle tone,
"I require an answer for this dilemma. Even I did not manage to see through my grandson's disguise with his shielding of the soul. I know you trained him and Augustus to keep out of suspicion and for the True Happiness of Humanity, but did you knowingly and purposefully inform them of a way to veil their souls from my detection?"
Reacting quickly with what he knew was true, the Watcher interjected with a singular step ahead to the Allfather. Loudly commanding and telling him with full confidence,
"Of course not, My Lord! I only kept that information to myself,"
The Author could sense this truth radiating off of His son's body, his heartbeat stable as he rubbed his beard quizzically. Stroking the multitude of hairs on the bottom portion of his face, Uraku couldn't even find a good reason for this odd discovery his son had made. To disguise your soul with Omni energy is one thing, but to disguise your soul so not even your father could recognize the presence is unique. Searching his memories, he encapsulated and embodied himself in the past, knowing this technique to be one he learned and created on his own. When he was younger and foolish, he planned on overthrowing his Father and the Elite. There needed to be a way to distinguish and disguise himself from the familiarity that was his soul.
That was something only he would know... how would his sons and daughter know about such a thing? It must be some sort of twisted new ability Ben had learned on his own, the same with the making of 'Shattered Limit' via August. Whatever this new power is he learned without him knowing, The Guardian strongly stated with a sense of rasp and hatred digging into his vocals,
"We must fight, get revenge for our home! That is the path we've walked along, and we must move forward for those souls lost! That is our mission!"
The rapid-fire of the miniguns bounced and flicked off from his invisible barrier, shells hitting the softened natural grass. Emitting a loud piercing sound as they punctured, creating a smaller dent into the lawn- The Reaper raising hair being and submerging his lips into his mouth. With the gunfire audibly halting, the rest of the group popped out from the rear of the Requiem. A plethora of energies such as the darkened and vibrant lightning from Jason and Ella alike. The second the remainders of the group including Alex, Rose with Whitney along with the others, including Ed. Whistling at the sight of their unconscious bodies, Azazel knelt to examine those beaten by their quick fists.
Some of them had even fallen over with their eyes spread open, and the Detective was the one to close them shut. His raven-tinted locks contrasting to that of his sister, the Karlo Sisters agreed at once, this was for the sake of humanity. No matter how costly it was. The world had been through enough suffering with Kuno, the Invasion, and now this. The demons hovering amongst the air slowly behind so any civvies wouldn't be smashed by any leftover destruction, some just running in fear of these monsters. Alex turned his head as he readied to strut in through the front door with his teacher, Whitney threw himself in front of his friend without hesitation, his chest blasted by a spreading virus of gold.
The duo of males fell together, the younger of the two scooting away as the Justice let out a heavy breath, August asking as he stood beside his protege,
"You okay?"
"I should be asking this idiot that, what just happened?"
"I wasn't asking you, Alex,"
Both the purple-eyed Myers and the telekinetic-endowed Amara were shocked from the way he'd bluntly clarified himself. Taking a step forward in front of the kids, August whistled over to his aunt and uncle so they could go inside with everyone else. Pointing out his finger so the top of the index would crackle and silently boom with the technique he readied to push out, The Reaper whispered under his breath,
"Corrupted Bolt: Red,"
The extremity released the energy with a wave of electricity shocking some of the superhumans on the ground around him. The magical burst had split into two streams of shock-inducing lightning that knocked the incoming enemies from their stride on the air.
Meanwhile, as the invisible sinews of the blast he'd left off hit the area around him- Alex was seen shivering. His body bouncing, Whitney sat up with an irritated groan. Grunting at the feeling, shurikens were seen heading right for the redhead's chest before Ed cried as he pushed his girl out of the way so she'd fly into Azazel's arms. Sticking out his hand so an explosion would destroy the energy-infused projectiles, some managed to disobey the rules of gravity. Piercing into his left arm, the blood gushed out from the hit, Rose, previously disoriented, shook herself back to reality as she loudly cried-
"EDDIE!"
Snarling at the pain, he yanked his arm back and readied to push out his other non-damaged palm. Fingers heard cracking as the joints snapped forward, the tips of these extremities pointing right at the sky- Edward felt the shocking sensation as the electricity slid up his arm. Jason appearing from the streak of crimson energy he manipulated, guns in hand- prepared to shoot a simple bullet right through the attacker's head. Right then and there, about to push the trigger, he'd realized something, and as did his nephew, at that. The uncle and his not-so-distant relative glanced at one another, Jay nodding to Whit and Ed. August took a glance back at the remaining adults so they'd all get the signal, and easily, they complied.
Ella went in, taking Azazel with her so he didn't try to hesitate in protecting Rose. Jason did the same, with the Reaper patting Alex on the shoulder before warping into the Whitehouse to deal with the President himself. Al and Rose glanced at one another, about to step in to help their respective friends before Myers and Singh, in unison, threw their hands back. Speaking as if the two males were connected,
"Not yet,"
The crash landings of the two had sent the pieces of grass and nature right at their eyes, luckily, Al was quick enough to catch all pieces so they wouldn't be discombobulated immediately. As the dust cleared and their faces were shown, Whitney and Ed's enemies revealed themselves.
For the Hunger, this was the Follower Sirilla had been accompanied by when she was getting treated at that hospital. Letting out a monstrous giggle from her lips as her fangs glistened in the peeking light of the sun, she slid her fingers over her eyes; eyeliner sharply popping. Lilith pulled at the fabric of her jacket, standing up straight then pushing her arm out from the sweater, the woman stating as she stripped,
"I always knew that bitch of a girl was too insolent of a person to live any longer. She always kept moving and continuously gave us demons a bad rep. More so since she was our Lord's daughter. But, she was a bastard, bred from the spliced genetics of a human and the Demon King. But for me? I'm truly purebred, Whitney Myers,"
Sliding her hands into her pockets, her black energy flowing around her chaotically with pentagrams surrounding her soul. Lilith silently challenged the shadow-manipulating enemy of hers to a duel, Whitney scoffing at this challenge as he put up his fists. Gauntlets sliding from around the teen's knuckles to up his shoulder, he exhaled sharply. Calmly maintaining his breaths.
Meanwhile, as the slide of yellow material had led her down to the area of the grassy plain in front of Ed, she rolled off into a crouching motion. Without speaking a word, the beauty of her illuminating heavenly wings contorted and snapped out from her spine. Spitting out from the corner of her mouth, she flicked her long locks to the side and revealed her true features. Fitted with tiny freckles over the frontal area of her anatomy, The Newly Made Captain Liliana kicked out her lower right limb so the robe would go flying off her body. The softness of this outfit was hardened so it'd grow nails that sunk and attached themselves to her skin, spikes popping out from her shoulder guards. A metal line acting as if it were an invisible zipper, splitting off from near the top to hit into the middle of the two shoulder guards.
The armor split down to her boots and legs, a chest guard popping out a symbol that held a halo glistening over her bust. Manifesting a spear made especially of gold, The Angel spun it behind her head at a rapid pace so the movements would be registered as just a blur. Just as she'd halted it, the blunt end of the distant-closing weapon was aimed right at his chest, Ed nodding. This wasn't just an ambush, this was meant to be honorable, and though Whitney had been attacked, the gold that spread over his chest had reverted to nothingness. Alex took notice of this, grabbing Rose's wrist so she'd be yanked back, this was nothing to intervene with unless it was necessary. They were bystanders. About to head inside so he and the Lovers could regroup with the others, Rosalyn wrestled out of his hold on her. Pecking both Whit's cheek and the left side of Ed's lip, she ran back to meet up with her best friend as she yelled back with her head turned to her boyfriend and friend,
"Beat those bitches' asses!"
As she ran inside to confront the president, Alex was seen behind her staring at her from behind then turning back to Whit and Edward. Waving at them, he mouthed silently to both of his guys,
"You got this,"
The entrance closed shut, the streak of lightning following the rear of the teen closely, where only the Hunger and the Star remained. The explosion-emitting boy on the left side with the shadow marionette of Whitney on the right, the boys' irises meeting. And just like that, the fight had begun. Carrying Rose in his arms, Alexander saw the slowness of bullet shells pass by his face. Throwing Rosalyn forward so she'd split her legs, two sonic beams discharged from the soles of her boots. Kicking two soldiers upside their heads with their chins sending them upward, the world of slow motion around him allowed Alex to grab their legs in mid-air. Telekinetically slamming them onto the ground, running over their bodies and faces, Rosalyn jumped into his arms once more giggling loudly. Whooping so her vocals could echo in the halls of the Whitehouse, he slid into the Oval Office.
There he sat, sitting interlocked with his fingers pushed against one another, the man slid from around the chair behind his desk. There he was, his figure and skin shifting to another tint as the cracks from his skin hit the wooden material of his desk. The fluffing of his hair pushing out from his usual strawberry blonde hair, his hair parting, there he was. Purple pupils with no snowy surrounding the eyeball, all that remained was the darkness of the shadows he hardened. Twisting from the widened glass window to his front so he could stare at them all, his skin whitened and he gawked at their bodies with a frightening grin. The edges of that smile curving upward at every end of his lips, he leaned forward and cheekily stated, knowing that they'd be hurt and betrayed by this revelation-
"Nice to see you all again,"
Ashton Dabrowski, having been freed from the tightening clutches of his father's presence in his brain, Alex scoffed. Rose about to throw herself onto him so she could attempt to strangle him in a fit of rage, her best friend took her by her arms. Without struggling, everyone in the group did not react, just staring down at the true form of the President. All of them were unarmed, yet ready without hesitation to perform any murderous action if the situation called for it. August scoffed, visibly unwavering from his usual smug routine, he slammed his palm on the furniture carved from the beauty of nature. Simply waving his hand, all of them were slapped out all creating individual holes in the wall to their left. Falling and tumbling from the grass lawn to the back of the structure, Jason stood up wiping his nose of blood. Unhinging his jaw, he prepped to scream and give a new command to the awaiting demons.
Quickly skidding across the grass so his fingers could dig into his throat, Ashton, with no sense of compassion, tore off his jaw so it'd disconnect from the rest of her skull. The unnatural sound ruptured through the clouds, the nearby watching crows flying away from their perches on this monument. Muffled screams crawling out from his throat, the crack of the bones as they were torn from his skeleton interior echoed through this physical plane of existence. Hitting Jason in the center of his throat so he'd hold his chest in agony and attempt to cough, Ashton grabbed hold of his straitened mop of hair firmly.
About to deal some blunt trauma to his nose and break his skull from the outside, the plethora of members weren't so dull as to continue and stand by. Two bolts of lightning flew through his chest, Ashton has seen too slow to dodge as he stepped back and knelt in agony from the burning abruptness of the plasma. Panting heavily from the holes in his chest, the tightening metallic grip of a chain around his neck pulled him closer to the Detective. Slicing off his right arm and moving out the way so he'd fall and tumble to the grass lawn behind Karlo, he pushed out his index and middle finger. Hell energy converted by human DNA was made into black lightning, singing and seeping through his flesh and skin so it'd burn and electrocute his bones.
Screaming in agony, Azazel's elbow dug into his spine so it'd break and shatter to two pieces. Only adding fuel to the flames, Alex appeared from his signature snowy lightning cracking around his body, infusing the tip of his toes with power. The blow to the chin sent Ashton heading toward the sky, about to burst through the clouds before he reappeared. Leg angling up as he thought to himself, moving his limb at a slow-motion to him as the lightning curved around his foot as it made contact with his enemy's spine,
~Absolute... Concentration!~
Loudly moaning at his foot broke upon the impact hitting its destined target, Ashton was launched right back down to the ground. Where Rose unleashed the most horrible of screams ever known to man, the screeching in the reverberating sound sending ringing to the ears of her comrades. Ripping some of the skin that hid his skull, Ash no longer had the strength to scream anymore as Alex came him another punch across the face. The telekinesis imbued into it combined with Absolute Concentration sending him way across Washington. The air getting thinner as he furthered into the atmosphere, a bolt of lightning cracked out from a bundle of darkened clouds. Hitting Ashton right in the chest, also threw him onto the course aimed right for the ground so he'd tumble and crash through the Treasury Building. Jumping out a window and rolling out sideways onto the South Lawn of the Whitehouse. Further in the distance from the fight between Lili and Ed along with Whitney and Lilith.
Weakly regenerating flesh and bone so he'd become whole once more, Ashton raised his hand cracking and shaping his bones back into their regularity. Snapping his head all-around at a 360 degrees angle, Dabrowski spotted the thunderous landing of his Requiem enemies. August easily reformed his skeleton from the ground up, Alex stepping forward as he reappeared from his trademarked bleached lightning. About to step forward, Ash stuck out his hand for the tendrils spiking at the edges so they'd aim for the chest for his enemies. The Reaper sticking out his palm, easily warping over to stand in front of his young protege, the tendrils burnt around the plasma-infused aura of Shattered Limit. Amara scoffed and yelled loudly at the protection he was given as if he were a little defenseless kid,
"Hey! I can take this guy! You don't have to step in, I can do this on my own!"
"I don't doubt that you'd likely kill yourself trying. Plus, I've been tired of standing around doing nothing all these three years,"
"But-!"
Gently pushing Alexander back so he'd fall to his bottom and watch from his seat, August stretched his arms to the air so his bones would crack. Pushing out his leg, he pushed out his left arm, turning his head so the Reaper could face his younger pupil in the eye, announcing confidently with his usual superior snigger,
"Shush and watch. After all, I'm the strongest."
With that as a signal, Ashton and August exchanged blows together. Up the Lawn, though, we must watch the fight between the Shadow-Manipulating Whitney. Leaping upward so he could throw a kick to the cheek of his female opponent, Myers fell onto his back. Rolling to his rear, the Hunger spun in midair as he threw himself up. Dodging as he revolved in the close inches above the grass lawn, Whitney enclosed his hand so he could create a weapon out of hardened shadows. Spinning the duo swords in his hands, Lilith swiped her hand as if doing a backhand motion, kunai twisting and swiftly zooming through the air. These weren't any regular daggers, they were indeed composed entirely of hellfire.
Burning and stinging the ventilation of the outside, Whitney used the gauntlet around his arm so he could slap them away. Exploding further from his head, the smoke hiding his vision for a moment in time. Coughing as he swiped his hand to destroy the smoke, The Hunger grunted from annoyance. A trail of spikes sliding out from the bottom of his boots to aim for her body, Whitney readied for another attack knowing he couldn't do two things at once. Speeding out of the cloud of aerosol, Myers widened his eyes at the last moment recognizing her figure. Without anything else to do but defend, his forearm lifted forming a shield completely made of the darkness hardened by his powers- Lilith's tail slid out from her rear.
Punching right through his barrier so it'd break and shatter like glass, the back-end appendage of this Demon snuck around his throat. Rising his arm instinctively as his sister taught him while he was younger so he wouldn't choke quickly, Myers grunted. Arrows emerging from the shadows made from the darkness popped into existence above the peak of his skull, they aimed for her body to which she loosened her arm so she could slap them away. Them breaking and dissipating, before fizzling to sulfur, Whitney broadening his palm so the arrows would return to his hand and push together to form a huge spear. Gripping the middle portion so he could spin it expeditiously, it obeyed his will and stabbed her right in her eye.
Screaming loudly as she was caught off guard by the sudden pushing forward motion, she grabbed hold of the right side of her face. Blood leaking in through the cracks on her fingers, Lilith coughed out loudly as her wound began a slow healing process. Whitney landing on his knees, he spit out some blood and broke the spear with his knee so it'd shift to two daggers. Jumping forward with a quick pace in her step, she'd easily predicted his movement as he went for the throw at her knee. Instead, she kicked at the weapon so it'd fly out her hand and crash to the grass beside him. Unwavering, he ducked over the sideways kick, using his palm on the ground to flip backwards so he could dodge a grab at his chest. Throwing the remaining dagger he had at his shoe at his chest, and with a simple tilt to the side, she weaved it completely. Knowing he'd have no time to chill, the gauntlets peeled back over his limbs and solidifying especially around his knuckles.
Scoffing, she audibly mocked her younger opponent as she rubbed her chin, jokingly thinking up a way to defeat him. Falling right into her trap, he went right for a slight uppercut at the chin. Grabbing his wrist, she broke it instantly, chopping him in the throat. Hitting him flatly with her opened up palm so he'd trip on his legs, Myers grunted, disoriented from the quickened blows- he swiftly attempted to recover his balance. Just before he could though, he was met with the blunt force trauma of a rock infused with the hellish fiery energy chipped off to be in the form of a fist- and just like that, the world went black.
Thunderous booms ruptured the world around him, each of his fingers discharging differentiated explosions with different sizes and intensities. Snarling at the pain and sucking in the air through his teeth, Ed watched with an impressed cadence over his features. As she ducked right over the left hand of his, the Star had attempted to go and push out the other one. Easily enough, she jumped right over his explosion that widened its reach, emerging from the smoke so she could ready an overhead attack with her shield's circular edge. Loudly releasing a grunt from his mouth, he stepped back using an explosion to throw himself further away.
Creating jet engines composed of gold empowered by Omni, Liliana opened out her extremities so she could grab hold of his shirt. However, thanks for the speed she was moving at, the Angel managed to catch up to him right before he hit the ground. Using this to his advantage, he quickly attached the fingers of his left hand to her face rising his right hand above his head so he could slam her face into the lawn. Manifesting a crater that crushed her skull in half so it'd break and shatter.
Just as he was about to celebrate and go over to help Whitney, who was being choked by Lilith's demonic tail- he watched as the Angel he'd had a hold over liquified. Removing his hand as he lost his grip, a fist was fated to come flinging by at his frontal area. Commencing the impact, his nose broke in two and he was sent aimed for the clouds. Just as she reformed her physical shape, her elongated limb from the right part of her body took hold of his ankle. Seeing as how his hands were free and able to use his sweat as a base for another explosion, he pushed his wrists together. Combining the force and impact for both of the explosions so they'd burn and throw whatever they came into contact with, Lili threw knives of gold right through the fiery smoke.
Seeing as how these projectiles managed to withstand the blast, he knew something like that wouldn't work again. Turning her head so he could dodge out of the way of an incoming knife that sliced the side of his cheek, he tumbled out of mid air and landed flat on his ass on the ground. Panting heavily, he tried to stand upright utilizing his palms quickly so she wouldn't get any time to attack him freely with any weapons she'd create. Shoving through the pain and anguish of his decomposing limbs of lower use, Ed fired off another blast, but she was invincible- it seemed. She charged right through the smoke with a mace in hand swinging it as she saw fit, flicking her wrist at a rapid rate so the metal spikes on the ball would spark and electrocute the air with electricity.
Strictly attempting to use the only thing he knew how, he rose his hand to the right where the mace was coming from. The mace came crashing through the explosion, the weapon comforting and liquidating to nothing just as she'd wanted. The smoke clearing, he attempted to slide away with another blast, but as she popped out, the incoming fist aimed right at his chin. Before long, he had no strength left to discharge another detonation. Clearly ascending his arm before it snapped unnaturally to the left, the further down part from the forearm going limp as Edward cried in pain.
Gasping for air and sucking in at a gradual rate so he could ease the feeling, Singh made a slow eye contact with his enemy. To where Liliana stood over her fallen opponent, feeling the peeling tingle liquid of her as the gold of her body manufactured an axe. Hitting his nose so it'd snap in two, he fell over, conscious fading with the world turning black.
At the same time, both the Star and the Hunger began to awake, eyes fluttering open as the blood began to stream down from their foreheads. Ed felt another kick enter his gut, the boy weakly coughing the blood from his insides. Whitney regained his consciousness at a slower rate, the echoing noises of that smug bastard's teachings bouncing through
the shadows of his mind,
"Do you know how to bring out your best, Whit?"
Why couldn't he do more? What use was this power of he couldn't do more? There was nothing he could do except stare at his hands with the hazy vision he was given via that blow. The embers from the rock seeped into every one of his two eyeballs, The Hunger shook his head to get that asshole's words out of his head. None of it mattered, he didn't want to hear it, what good would it do?
"The stronger you fight with one hand tied behind your back, the weaker the other arm gets. Sacrificing ordinance or the sake of power. Remember your sister, what you're fighting for, calm yourself.. don't fight for her. Fight for yourself, her story is over.
And yours is just beginning... Whitney,"
As his wounds began to heal up, absorbed into the darkness, his slow cackles of insanity rang throughout this world. Slower and slower before they began to increase in volume, The Hunger rose from his laid down position, clasping his hands together. Veins popping out from skin of his hands, about to pop, Lilith grunted in surprise before stepping back in shock from his newfound ability. There was something in his eyes, that she'd only seen q. with those advanced sort of beings that held something further beyond than just the normality... no demons. No angels. All that existed, was him, human or not, he was a creature of sheer and unbridled,
'DARK DETERMINATION'
"Ah, FUCK IT!"
Why should he stop? It felt so good... none of them mattered, he controlled this world, filled to the brim with the darkness he puppeteers. The strings were right there at his fingertips, and he had all the power in the world to control it. Hunching his back as his grin widened, he gazed into the eyes of his demonic rival, declaring with a crazed sound in his vocals,
"Unleashed Potential!" The shadows began to leak out from his soles and engulf her into them, the arms popping out from the walls of the dark as they yanked her into them. Taking this attack by surprise, she was about to struggle before the ball of darkness took him inside as well. Darkening the left side of his face, his irises shrunk, fingers interlocked as he announced finally with an insane smile, "The Benevolence of Darkness!"
They began obeying his every command, every realm that harbored these creatures began to open their own gates. Slices in space and time as they crawled and flew right out, monsters like werewolves and otherwise jumping and leaping with their extraordinarily freaky abilities. Whitney ensured the sound of his arms' bones cracking echoed in the depths of the darkness. Their monstrous faces all stared right at her, eyelids flicking upward in unison to their plethora of discolored pupils could gaze at the lady demon. Stifling another fit of crazed laughter, his head fell into his hands as he dug his fingers into his snowy pale skin. Pushing out one of his hands so he could command them, they crawled, ran and flew right at her.
All at once so she wouldn't get time to react, some used their tiny wings to levitate gradually at a slow pace. Using their squid-like tentacles as a mouth to conjure up some sort of spell of fire, she threw her hand over so she could absorb the flames in a ball shape, before claws slashed her left cheek. In addition to slapping her at the same time, it sliced a part of her face open leaking out gore from inside. A fist driving right through her chest and taking her heart out, she was kneed in the face as a Frankenstein like monster took her by her hair from behind. Slamming her onto the ground which had spikes emerge and poke through her skin as flesh threw itself into the air. Screaming continuously, he readied to stomp right on her face before he stepped back and chuckled.
Waving his hand for another one of his creatures to come in, it had the scales of a fish-like monster. Not to mention the wetness of water still drenching its figure as it knelt and began to tear every single vital organ she had out from her stomach. More of the other monsters using their powers to tear off specific limbs as they ripped her apart limb from limb and munch on her body. And right before the werewolf could scratch off her head from her skeleton inside of the hide that was her pale peel of skin, she could make out the sight of her killer in the distance.
Arms crossed as the veil of darkness swirled up into a singularity, where the monsters were then banished and he was left. Through the blurred remains of her sight, she could spot him stepping at a gradual pace, his foot against her throat. His blood leaking from the wounds he'd been given as they still reattached from the blunt force she'd thrown physically. As she faded to the death she deserved peacefully, Whitney couldn't let her have her last few moments alive. And with a simple stomp to the throat, her head disconnected from the rest of her body with gore and blood splashing onto his face. Just like that, the Second Daughter of the Demon faded to nothing.
Sliding his hand back across the split nature of his stained hair, Whitney chuckled loudly as his mop of blackness was slicked back. Raising his arms to the skies so he could crack them for but a moment, he went right over to help Ed.
Cuffing him so his wrists would touch against themselves, the gold was melted and turned to liquid as The Star struggled. His hands freed, he stuck out his arm and threw her back with another blow that sent her into the air. Spreading out her wings from her armor so she could stop going any further away near the Requiem, Liliana created a double-edged bo staff. Spinning it around the back of her head and just her rear where her spine laid in general, she charged it right downward about to stab him in the top of his head. Sticking his palm out further so he could blast her before she even charged, she assumed that the explosion would erupt from his fingers by now. Instead, his extremities pushed themselves together into his palm, forming a fist- and since she didn't have the power to stop herself at this moment, she was punched right across her cheek.
The attack sending a tingling sensation throughout her bones, her body was lit aflame as the more he carried her with his fist- the further she went sideways across the air. The second he yanked his hand back, he wiped the blood from his nose with that free limb and stuck out the other one. In the middle of the air, without control, the Star remembered... what his mentor had taught him. The Strength. Though he'd been trying this for years at this point, he'd never been able to unleash the depths of his potential further.
His powers weren't just the power to discharge huge explosions, it was to implant and transform other creatures and things to bombs. With that punch, maybe he transformed just her cheek into a bomb, the weaker the opponent- the easier it was to turn into that. Maybe with a few more easy hits he could be able to blow her up from the inside out. Stepping back, Eddie couldn't risk getting hit once she recovered from the blow to her face. The Angel falling and trying to play it off with a roll, her two main fingers stood against their cheek. The energy surging throughout with a pink glow, Singh heard the psychotic yell of his friend behind him. Laughing at the sounds to his back, his fists cracked and he prepared for fight with everything he had. Use it all right here or die trying, that was the life he chose when he was given that paper.
Leaping to the air to stomp on where she once stood, she rolled to the right and had a chain of gold push out of the crack between her joints. The material's feel was frosty yet tight, it implanted a shape and fastened around his foot. This was the exact thing he needed, brushing his index finger that sent the nitroglycerine right through the metallic whip-like shackle. The gilt of metal erupted to an thunderous echo echoing in the depths of the clouds, BOOM! Yet this was the same sound for any explosion, not too powerful, and he couldn't make smoke. So he used this to disorient and censor her vision for his next move.
Spinning away the thickened cloud of fumes with the continuous motion of her staff, Edward's smile was seen as he emerged from the darkness. Punching her right in the gut so she'd spit out blood into the space where his face previously was, Singh dodged the large sideways backhand with the front of the staff. Just so she could attempt to break his left arm, but he was smarter than that, her techniques were weaker than he'd realized. She must be new to the Elite Guard that asshole rebuilt after the Headmaster destroyed it. Nevertheless, in this type of profession, he was-
BETTER! Each new blow was something she wouldn't have expected from this younger boy. Following the hit to the stomach and the backhanded elongated blow with the staff, he went for an uppercut as he ducked the attack from the lengthier weapon. Infusing her chin with the explosive energies that'd disrupt her body from the inside out, about to lift her leg to smash his face right into the lawn. Her foot crashed into the concrete under the grass, impacting and destroying the platform below them. The Star went for another blow, standing upright, quick to bounce on the tips of his toes. All she needed to do was trip him, but easily, he slapped the weaponry in her hands. So it'd disintegrate and fly out of her grip, ready to create another weapon, he was too quick. Instead, he went for another punch upside the face. She had no other choice, she had to extend herself and throw another punch of her own.
Sliding out of the trajectory of the destined hit, Edward stood still and readied to slap his enemy. Trying to harden the gold she was made of to a degree where the Star actually be hitting point the pure mineral. And her quickened strategy worked, his fingers fell and the snapping of his bones entered the atmosphere. The vocalization from the breaking of the joints was thick and heavy, Ed could feel the stinging nature from his broken fingers. None of that mattered, his plan had worked. Caught in the midst of the gradual motion in the world he'd inhabited of calm, the sudden sharpness of a spear entered his chest.
The blood dripped endlessly, none of it hurt, all he could think about was... it worked. His fist began to raise, thumb pushing and raising into the air, his finger about to push down on the hypothetical button. And just like that, as his thumb pushed against the switch to detonate the bomb, there it went. Click!
Imploding from the inside out, Liliana's vital organ blew into bits, flying out from the cloud surrounding where her head previously stood. Going limb, her brain was gone, destroyed from the inside. Liliana, the new Angel was killed by the Star representative, Edward Singh. Despite that, the spear was all too real, and for the sake of her defeat, he'd been stabbed through the chest. Falling over about to fall asleep, he was caught, in the arms of his ginger girlfriend. Pressing her lips to his forehead, the unhurried and usual healing process of a regular superhuman began to heal the wound in his chest. With Myers kneeling to rub her shoulder, Rose whispered to them both, asleep and awake but injured,
"Good job you two..."
Arms cracking as they rose into the air, the Reaper stretched his bones, turning around to speak to his young pupil for a moment. Informing him gently with a high and mighty presence of everything of who he was, as if reminding Alex why he was named the Requiem Reaper,
"Did you remember the thing I told you when I first began training you in 2052? The most precise and excellent way of movement you can do to control yourself is to allow the energy to flow right through you-"
The tendrils with edges had phased right through the afterimage of his figure, his white hair moving with the wind as he reappeared. The same sort of smugness over his face as he shrugged his shoulders, now closer to his enemy with the parted brown hair. Purple irises moving with the reappearance of the Reaper, Ashton let out a frustrated cry in disbelief. More of the tendrils coming up behind him overhead piercing and sinking to destroy the ground where he stood. And as always, just THAT is what happened, he vanished and rematerialized from the ground up. The Reaper's Requiem energy palm meeting the stomach of the Chaos' son, so all of his ribs would shatter in a complete and utter instant.
The vital fluids dripped with a thickness and colorized with a crimson palette, Ashton's mouth gaped. Gasping for air that'd been sucked out from his lungs from the strengthened blow, the Requiem energy surged relentlessly throughout his nervous system. Internally compromising his insides from the outside, August watched as the splash of blood melted as it touched the aura of Shattered Limit. Smirking brighter so the edges of his grin would widen, his leg began to raise as the side of the limb met the right of his enemy's skull hearing the shattering of the bone as it echoed into the distance.
Alexander widening his eyes at the devastating blow of power he'd managed to land on Ash, the Reaper couldn't stifle the laughter he had. Unable to keep from audibly mocking him, August fell over, hunching his back and cackling at the absolute failure of a job Dabrowski had done at trying to hit him.
The spike elongating over his arm so it could stick out and edge to the end, the son of the Messenger ran straight at him, he was trained by Commander Charmeine and the Allfather Himself. There was no way he could lose. However, as soon as he threw the first slash, August had stuck out to grab his rival's wrist. Gasping mockingly so he could ask playfully with a cheerful tone,
"Oooh, you came to me?? You shouldn't have, ASHY!"
Using his wrist as a base so he could throw him over his shoulder and slam him down onto the ground, a crater was formed from the impact. Immediately, Ashton's spine was split in two, his hips snapping at the same time, about to unleash another bloodcurdling cry of pure pain. Just right then and there, though, Rivera easily used one of his tendrils of light. The burning plasma of the heat charring away his skin and flesh so he could take hold of his bare bone covered. Throwing him right behind himself, August watched with another laugh as Ashton lost his balance in the middle of the air and flew right over Alex's hair. Crashing and destroying the fountain to the back of Al's head, the Justice chuckled with an impressed expression over his face. Materializing beside his youthful student, he twisted his head so he could stare right ahead, patting the top of his mop of hair,
"Watch this. Put a barrier around yourself with your energy,"
Pushing out just his singular finger so the emerald glow he held before the souls intertwined would shine like the sun above above them, August stifled another giggle. Announcing proudly as Ash tried to stand, throwing pieces of the material the fountain was composed of so they'd fly across the ground and tumble, eyes widening, the Prodigal Son of the Chaos watched- trying to warp right out of the attack. Just before he could teleport from the destiny of the future energy projectile, another abundance of bone-breaking flurry of attacks.
A kick to his right cheek, Dabrowski disoriented, used the remainders of his strength to attempt and punch his enemy. Easily manifesting back behind him, he put him into a chokehold kicking out his legs from behind. Throwing another slap with his left arm, Ashton fell right over, continuously and rapidly coughing out blood and his insides. The Reaper chuckled at the sight, watching as he fell over, breathing ragged as his chest rose and began to fall over.
Raising his fingers all at once so he could extradite the spirit from the bounds whatever chains were tying Ashton's soul to a traitorous lifestyle, the white-haired August widened his smirk. White teeth glistening in the wind so he could kneel beside his brown-haired foe's puny anatomy. Lips parting so he could talk as he continued to fiddle and play with his body parts in a sadistic mood, August began with a rhetorical question of sorts,
"This must have always been your plan, huh? Ever since Al over there and I went inside your destructive baby mind. Three years ago, you weren't being manipulated by anyone, you were assigned to this planet by dear old Great Grandpa. Assigned and informed of the scheme they'd planned together to infiltrate. Given to the demons so you could execute one of Dad's friends. You knew how it would all play out in the past, but He never told you about your future. Ya see, there's nothing I hate more than disgusting rats that think and plan in secret. Someone like you sickens me, how you could call yourself human and parade as one of us just because of your face. But you were never anything. You were never a god like your father and you were never even a man. A REAL MAN WOULD DO SOMETHING USEFUL WITH THE POWER GIVEN TO HIM! FOLLOWING ORDERS LIKE SOME BRAINLESS PIECE OF SHIT! There is only the future ahead, and we have no use for people like you..."
"Y-Y-YOU'RE FUCKING INSANE!!!"
"Probably. But everything I do, I do to secure and keep my promise to the girl I loved. Wherever she is, maybe she's not so proud of me, or maybe she'd agree. Nevertheless, I couldn't care less. As long as I stay here, fighting onward for her. For Celine. None of it matters. Now suffer at the hands of fate, and experience... everything,"
Patting his hand, the Reaper took his place back further away in the front of the shattered fountain where Ashton was soaked. Silently, his prayers reaching the skies above, his finger extending to the clouds above. At the same time, August's index pointed right at the fountain, even if he obliterated it from existence. None of that mattered, as long as he... was dealt with. Snapping his finger back and turning it back to a fist that pushed against his tanned forehead, his eyelids slid shut over his heterochromatic irises.
"Requiem Cleanse. The Future's Fate,"
SNAP! Flicking his finger out from his fist as he popped it out, the shine in the center of both his optics had changed. It was simple, and yet so different from who he represented. There was no mix of green or red anymore, but the shade of the darkened azure, the color of infinite knowledge. Blue.
About to pass out from the pain and wounds he'd endured, Ash felt a specific sharpness in his temples. There was no pain, the abruptness of it had surprisingly caught him off guard. The light had flickered for but a moment, and though August with Alex by his leg were okay in the real world, what about Ashton in his world?
Everything was vast, a mix of rapid images for it all to flash past him. How fast was it going? To the onlooker outside, the viewer, it'd look like light speed. This wasn't just the past, the Holocaust, 9/11, Jesus' Resurrection, all events foretold in the space of time that had already once occurred flying. No, this was the future, showing him times of everything yet to come, and just like that- it all stopped. And with that... dark. The silence was strong, the shadows seeping into his brain as it all hovered around him. Whatever memories he made and objects floated around, Ashton adrift in this special reality.
"The limitless knowledge you've been gifted has been the most absolute, slow and painful torture you'll ever receive. Knowing everything in this world that will transpire, not even I know that. It's funny, isn't it, Dabrowski? Humans will try so hard to find the power they seek in the knowledge they consume; and yet when a god is even everything, even they can't do anything. Wonder what that says about them...? Goodbye, Ashton Dabrowski,"
Seeing as how Ash had been able to charade as the president for quite some time now, it's safe to assume that the true president was dead this whole time. The mission for the group in America had been completed, and with that, all that needed to be done was for the rest of the world to be turned over.
In the middle of being healed by his sister and wife at the same time, bandages and other first aid items attaching to his skin- he heard it. The Emperor began to rise, stepping over with a limp to the walls to the left portion of the master bedroom. And he had a full-on view, the explosions were constant, the fires raging in the street. And he hadn't even let out the signal yet, blasts of ice were seen freezing officers attempting to impose authority. Some superhumans flying right past his face, the wind pushing him back just a bit, an impressed laugh to break through his previous stoic grimace.
The light flickered on to reflect the left side of his face onto the glass, sitting down on a chair he'd manifested. Announcing with a sinister smirk and a confident aura as he gazed at the madness he created,
"Now, it's the dawn of a new era—"
To Be Continued!
Synopsis for Chapter 62 of Heaven's Repent - With the American Government dismantled and otherwise thanks for the public announcement of the President's murder and Congress' slaughter, The Emperor proposes a worldwide law to all superhumans. Remain as a malevolent twisted human in the old world or join the new era as a warrior of Earth. Choose or die.
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