The aftermath of the revelation regarding the revelation about Jessica Rivera's murder. It seemed as though Uraku was the first to awaken, his eye filled with soot as the itchiness of his beard scratched at the bottom portion of his grin. He needed to regroup with his father so he could inform him of this new information he'd received, the Emperor let out a stifled cackle as his father's blurred vision returned to normal the second he managed to make out his son's features. Leaning on his knee, the edges of his lips began to peak upward as they pointed toward his cheeks.
This smile... it wasn't one of happiness or content before the crater was etched into the Earth, it was of an unhinged nature. As if on the brink of insanity, Rivera's crazed laughter began to fill the stratosphere with all he could unleash. Pulling back so he could hold his head as the tears began to drop out from his eyes, the energy started to unravel from the bottom of his shoes. Blue lightning beginning to thunder in the cloudy weather above them all, Ben pointed his finger to the skies- with nothing to show for the power he was ready to unleash but the power in his chest. Spreading out over his limbs to extend out further and further away, piercing and spreading apart the overcast.
It was a signal, his projection spread across the hundreds of thousands of miles for him to stand there. Lonely strands hovering over his vision for his temples and downward to momentarily remain shadowed, the azure palette of his optics began to spread through the spread-apart of his hair. That look, so filled with hate as the Author took a simple step down from the throne He sat upon- let out a laugh. And for someone like the benevolent God, He'd claimed to be so many times, Ben could make it out for what it truly was- mockery.
"Spare the pity laughs. You're probably here to laugh it up or something, right? How the mighty have fuckin' fallen, I bet. But I'm here to say something, something I couldn't have before... because I was too weak. And now, I'm the strongest person in the Universe.
This world isn't yours to manipulate, the humans obey my rule, find another universe to play with, and leave me out of it- you four,"
At that mention of the other quarter of invisible beings beside Him, the Author scoffed at the impressive abilities of this mere half breed. While he possessed the Requiem technique in all of its powerful and destructive glory, he was still indeed half-human. And since God always had a merry band of devilish creatures by His side from the very beginning- it seemed pointless to hide their presences along with their physical forms.
Lucifer uncloaked himself to reveal his demonic form, a scar over his nose and crimson skin. His torn cloak spreading over the entirety of the rear of his body to extend all around shrouding him forever in darkness with bits and pieces of his muscular anatomy shown. Though this was only one of the demons, and while he was NAMED the King of Hell, that was a mere title and a common misconception. He was the true Prince as the Superior was nothing but a pawn in a much larger game. Spinning his trident around his fingers, Morningstar leaned with it at the bottom of the throne as he spoke with cryptic speech,
"How wondrous it is to meet you once more, Requiem of days old. Henceforth from this day, I shall commend you for repeatedly and thoroughly, remaining and moving forward with the will of the fallen warriors before you, Rivera. Since you decided to see this through, I will wholeheartedly use all of the effort imbued within me to painlessly kill you for when the war commences,"
Ben held no sense of confusion over the last bit of seemingly new information he'd received, his eyes just seemed to dart over to the next creature that spoke out. While the idea of Satan shouldn't ever have a physically realized form altogether considering it is the ideology and embodiment of all evil, in this realm and location beyond that which existed on the planet below them in the intricacies and complexity of the differentiated galaxies- they'd assumed one.
Six wings each spread out individually from each portion of his back as the light from the moon behind them began to leak through the blackened feathers. Disrespectfully leaning to the right of the Author's special throne with arms crossed over their chest, the outside nature of their skin seemingly mirroring plates of armor protecting themselves from any outside attacks. The piece of the suit between the true nature of their skin only remaining embedded against their leg then removed to show the skin over their knee before crossing over to protect the lower half to the limb. Basically, it only protected the essentials and not the corners of his body, specifically, their knees and elbows. Oddly enough, Satan had no sense of helmet over their face to protect their skull.
Horns protruding out of each part of their temples to curve out toward the sky, the sharpened tips of the cornets were seen to behave circling pentagrams. The shapes burning with the burning passion and hatred of the hellish creatures they ruled over in the underworld dimension, The Ruler readied to part their lips so they could respond.
Another weird phenomenon that Ben had noticed and hadn't been informed of was the way this creature spoke. It was a surprise, but he didn't let it phase him as the Emperor turned his head toward the demonic creature speaking with their signature garbled speech. It was so oddly disturbing and screeching that their eyes began to contort, pupils darting rapidly as they bounced around in the oval-like shape of their eyeball. And it wasn't just their eyes that this did, it was every one of their movements that had initiated a glitch in their motion pattern. Finally, the blackened aura of shadows surrounding their anatomy began to grow, expanding further with every new word they produced, vocals distorted,
"{F-fear NOT! For W-WE!! Have begun a discussion! Amongst ourselves... we have concluDED! You will be taken in as the new final and sixth member of this TEAM OF obliteraTORS!!!}"
The extent of his future knowledge had ended here, and that had not been another lie, he seemed as shocked as ever staring right at the demon. To which the King had snapped their neck so they could make direct contact, the Demonic Ruler taking one simple step. The chittering of their teeth and fangs entering the atmosphere around them as the air began to stagnate with chills running down the Emperor's spine. Satan began to let out a cackle, this close to Ben's face- for once in this old man's life, began to feel the creeping feeling of terror as the familiar physical self began to crawl up the Requiem's back.
The armor breaking so Satan could push their fingers closer and closer, all it would need is a simple touch against his chest and everything would break apart from the inside out. As the plates began to shatter and sharpen so they'd act as sorts of shards levitating with a magical aura above the limb of this Great Evil, a sound from the other had echoed into their hearing organs. However invisible they may be, both the half-human and Embodiment of Evil twisted their necks with the latter snapping their neck to spot whoever had dared to interrupt the action they were destined to partake in.
None other than the third, the first of the females to appear in this team of deities, deciding to take the opposite route from her male allies. A piece of the crater they'd been positioned on had extended outward as a sort of pillar for her to use, legs crossed, the fallen Angel felt her knuckles dig into her chin as she spoke to her Devil Lord comrade,
"Careful not to scare the little whelp. He seems to be quaking in his fancy little shoes, what a perfect candidate we've chosen, dear sister!"
Satan began to pace around the human, Ben pulling at the collar of his suit as he began to feel the roughness of the rock-forming. As he pushed out his right leg, a scream erupted from the inner depths of his throat as he screamed to the skies with all his might- the four remaining there widening their eyes. He was no longer just a soul, he'd managed to infuse himself with so much Omni that he warped his consciousness and body halfway across multiple galaxies. And just in five short minutes... the first action the Emperor took was a stride forward, running right for the throne at which the Almighty sat upon. Lucifer levitating out of the way with a simple flap from his wings, Satan began to warp backward with other versions of his past self seen as he crouched and witnessed the future play out.
The female fallen Angel, Rahab, began to watch from the taller position she'd suited herself with, black feathers descending to carefully levitate and touch the ground. The ground began to crack apart as he leaped from his previous path he'd fate to run down, rocks and debris ascending from the former embedded location. The Emperor spun his body around so it'd momentarily twist into a sort of tornado, the roar for thunder crying in the skies above in the vastness of the stars. Rapidly moving at such a spinning pace as the lightning crackled around his speeding body, Ben burst out of his whirlwind technique. His foot raising over the peak of the seated Author, the lightning coursing throughout his veins and skin so his feet would disrupt the sound barrier.
KRA-KOOM!! This blow infused with the Requiem technique had destroyed the throne and crater the Royal chair had been attached to. Color of his eyes shifting from the usual darkened azure palette to be overtaken by a swarm of whiteness that turned to snow. Rivera felt the bones in his limb begin to contort and shatter, the structure he'd touched with this kick... the Author had nothing to say. Still sitting on nothing but the invisible nature of matter, Satan and Lucifer rubbed their chins as Rahab withheld a sadistic cackle from her lips. Her tongue swirling around her mouth as she bent her back so she could stick out her chin and slouch on her fist, then the secondary impact.
A gust of wind that'd disrupted and broken through the sound barrier had distorted the space around them. Rock rebuilding so this piece of debris hovering throughout this space in another galaxy would remain once against, still- the barrier and shield began to break as if composed of something like glass. Satan and Morningstar had nothing but a surprise for this unexpected event, the demons of Hell laughing at this new site for the Fallen Angel began ready to intervene. A simple glare to the other trio of creatures had been all the signal they needed, for the decimation He'd organized building up in the center of His soul. This invisible telekinetic broke apart, separating so that the Almighty would break through the physical human-like shape. Pieces of skin descending to disintegrate into the aura of Omni and be washed away to another realm, Almighty's neurons commanded His body to extend out golden tendrils of light.
In a way to protect himself, the Emperor of Time began to shield his neck with plasma seeing as how the tentacles went to choke him. Swiftly, the Author pulled back the tendril and extended out His arm so it'd stretch out extremities wrapping around the throat of His grandson. The Author holding the Requiem so he'd remain some inches away in the air, Ben struggled repeatedly, punching at his distant relative's limb.
Seeing as how it did nothing, the Emperor accepted this as it were all that was left to do was listen. To hear the reasoning behind their choice as their sixth member in this odd group of monsters, the Author's booming voice echoed throughout space. The stars spreading apart so that they would truly come together and form new anatomy, the Galactic Form of Moriah built together with a new consciousness. Psychotic giggles bouncing throughout the galaxy so they'd construct the First Galactic Body in this multiverse, where it all originated- her name was Moriah. Carefully levitating so the nebula cape would begin, the thoughtful movement of the cloak wrapped around her neck. Limbs snaking around His esophagus, her lustful movements as she moved her body- revealing her skull so she could press her spacial lips against her lover's face.
And now, every remaining member of this group had formed together to the band in this one site in another place. Lucifer reassumed his sitting near the lower steps of his leader's Throne as Satan levitated above the throne the cloak shrouding them in darkness with Rahab dangling her legs over the edge of the pillar she sat upon. Almighty began to speak, each of their eyes examining the Requiem held in the air by The Lord's stretched-out appendage. Breathing at a gradual pace so that he could force out just one singular question, the Emperor questioned,
"Why... me..?"
"You have inadvertently filled in your resume for the Incarnations of Obliteration. You will be granted infinite power and omnipotence across every universe in the multiverse, and orchestrate events to enact but one goal. Total subjugation of every human to accomplish... True Happiness. Everything has been done according to my design, from the moment you'd puppeteer'd your mother's death in the past from the future, you have been chosen. And yet, this is no ordinary initiation- we are all gods in this group, and befitting of the ultimate life form is the ultimate challenge. The loss of humanity and the acceptance of Godhood- the Advent of Destruction. One Last War to mirror the beginning of all time, Above and Below. The Heavens against the Earth one final time- should you choose to win, you will become the sixth member and enact the True Happiness plan. Should you lose... total obliteration. 2060, January 1st. The world will change forever. Ready your forces, do not hesitate, show no mercy to eradicate the enemies you'll be forced to face. However.. never attack me again, I dare you to. From now until the end of time, always remember.. you are beneath me- human,"
At the time while Ben and Uraku had been comatose in the middle of the crater, Ryder had been led by his rival's son to an emerald gate in space. Spitting the both of them out right then and there where the Moon could gaze into the eyes of his children- Rose's eyes shivering at the sight of this man. And though Karlo stood the same for but a brief second, Azazel inhaled in the shocked expression he'd let spill momentarily. Even quick steps creating cracks in the earth as he prepared his fist, Ryder widening his eyes as Rose stepped forward telling out to her brother,
"Azzy, don't-!"
CRACK-BOOM! The usual crunching of a bone mixed with a shockwave that pushed back some of the onlookers' hair had been mixed into the Detective's prime prepared punch. Knocking him down so remnants of the red-blackish Takyr could vanish from this world after emerging from the blow as he'd punched his father right in the left cheek. August clapping his hands at the show displaying in front of him, Madi decided to run over to attempt to interrupt her ex's son from doing anymore damage.
"Azazel, cut it out, we need-"
"Ah, ah, ah, not so fast, Auntie. Let him have his fun, after all, he sort of deserves it,"
While Ryder had sought help and aid after he'd taken down the Crawling Chaos after the events during 2020, it was true it wasn't really a true atonement for his crimes. His mother, father, unborn baby sister; all killed. And though some of his free will had been extracted thanks to the demonic blood seeking out the Tower of Chains, Madisyn had no doubts about one specific part of Ryder's scheme. Some of his actions may have been controlled by the subconscious nature of whatever demonic blood he was transferred, but killing his family and slaughtering them- that was all of Ryder Karlo's own free will. So she stepped back, listening to her nephew's words then patting her brother on the shoulder so Jason could continue with the burial as Miller decided to aid his friend as Madi and August watched on with the short Rose in the front.
Seeing as how she was too weak to intervene and her brother was in a blind rage meaning she'd get attacked too, she ran so she could catch a glimpse of what was occurring. The Detective's heavy breaths leading to his chest raising and falling at a gradual pace, snarls of a beast echoing and entering his father's ears as he felt his bones begin to repair. Ryder swiped the blood from his nostrils, sitting in an upright position so his arms could drape over his knees. Sniffling as he listened without a word spoken out from himself to his son, Azazel's veins began to pop out from his neck as he screamed at the top of his lungs,
"WHO THE HELL DO YOU FUCKING THINK YOU ARE?! TRYING TO COME INTO OUR LIVES AFTER 30 YEARS OF BEING A PIECE OF SHIT AND LEAVING US ALONE?! DON'T YOU FUCKING HAVE ANY REMORSE?! ABANDONING ME, ABANDONING ROSE?! WE COULD HAVE HAD A NORMAL LIFE IF YOU DIDN'T ACT LIKE SUCH A PSYCHOTIC PIECE OF SHIT! FREEDOM, CHAINS, WHAT SORT OF BASELESS BULLSHIT IS THAT?! ALL OF THIS IS BECAUSE OF YOU, MAYBE IF YOU'D HAD SAID SOMETHING INSTEAD OF TRYING TO BE SUBTLE ABOUT THAT DAMNED ABUSE YOU WOULD HAVE RECEIVED HELP! DOES IT MAKE YOU FEEL BETTER TO SEE US?! MAYBE YOU WISHED TO, KNOWING WHAT YOU DID WAS ABSOLUTE HORSESHIT! WELL, THEN STARE ALL YOU FUCKING WANT, YOU PATHETIC PIECE OF TRASH!!!"
The last words he yelled unleashed a wave of sound that echoed and pierced the skies so they'd part. Nearby crows and onlooking birds perched on trees flying away as the leaves from the trees began a pile of nature together in a bundle of bright green fronds. The wind sending them so they'd move with the flow of the invisible air, August and Rose turned their heads spotting a leaf floating away. The silence began to reign over the group as Aug stepped closer, his hand on the ginger's shoulder, quietly comforting her with no words before The Reaper was met with her face in his chest. Sobs entering his center, Jason and Matt kneeling near the grave turned their head, hanging it as Madi turned hers away rubbing her arm. What more could they do?
"Azazel... Do you have any idea how horrible it's been? Waiting on and on and only having a few hours? And those only come once a decade, so I can't even do much, you know what I had to do to get here? I had to desert the Author and I don't even know how much time I have left before I die, the only way my soul was maintained was because Rivera's father helped me. I had the chance to see you that day when you came to the Kingdom's past- but it'd only lead to false hope. That I'd be there and that I could help you further with everything, but that could never happen. The only thing I ever wanted was to see you all, and see how beautiful my daughter was, and how handsome my son was... I'd tried so hard these last 50 years just so have a chance to touch your faces. And I have to say-
Your mother was one of the most wonderful women I'd ever met, she was remarkable... and she'd be proud of the man you are today,"
And what more could a man do? Try and retort back? Throw another anger-filled insult at him? What would that accomplish.. if this man knew his blood mother and intended to at least pay his respects to the woman he was destined to be with, should he really be angry at him? It was the same with Rose, maybe she'd felt betrayed that he'd never looked for her; all because he'd believed his father was long dead. But here they were- and though the hate still dwindled on in the center of his optics, the Detective couldn't hold it in anymore. The remainders of the Fool's strength had been used to yank the man... no, not just any man- his father, into a tightened embrace. It hurt to the depths of his soul to hold this man here, to mutely give him a physical form of an apology. Ryder couldn't help but smile, face hidden and his eyelids shutting closed over his discolored heterochromatic optics.
The whirring of his mechanical limb began to enter the noiseless area, August realizing the reunion between the lost father and son was missing someone. His hands began to tightly pull Rose out from his chest, and to match her height, he kneeled on a singular knee so he could, barely, meet her eye-line. He knew the feeling; the same one that she'd experienced the first time she realized that the Detective was her brother. Guilt. These past few years, as she sprang from the innocence of her teenage years to be older and wiser, she trained herself. More and more, and knowing that all this time- her father had been suffering, begging to see them. Why did she have to be born so her father had to suffer even more than he had to before..? The sobs were quiet but as she inhaled shakily, she readied to cough out, Azazel ready to help her before his father pulled him back. This wasn't for him to intervene in, both of them, as Az and Ry saw the looks in one another's eyes.
August was the best person for her right now, as he knew both feelings she was experiencing. His hands stood over her cheeks, reminding him of the girl he'd loved for some reason- the way she cried. Not in a romantic sort of way, but maybe of the daughter he never had. Rivera began to part his lips, memories flashing back to the past when he seemed so apathetic and ready to die. Without her, without friends- without Celine. But he was better than that, the past was the past and he couldn't change it, no one could. His hands started to massage her skin, her breaths calms as he began to speak, avoiding to look her in the eye,
"Do you know how I got this powerful, Rosa?" She had no auditory answer to that interrogating inquiry, instead, she rolled her shoulders to signal a shrug. Reminiscing of the old album of encounters he'd made with his grandfather and the woman he'd cherished for all of eternity, he recollected his training to become the Requiem Reaper, "I had to train, super fucking hard, it was the most painful thing I'd ever wanted to do. I remember back maybe when it was 2037, a year after I'd gotten to the Temple- breaking the fabric of my soul to such a degree I went into a coma for about three months. But even then, I didn't give a shit, and I kept moving forward the second I woke up. Not because I wanted to- but because I had to. We live in a cruel universe, where everything and everyone we know could vanish in an instant because of forces we don't even understand. We may feel guilty and we may feel powerless, but we cannot change the past- we can only shape the future to be as we want it to. What happened to your father, being born the way you were, I'm sure it made him feel much joy knowing that you're so much better than himself. Even your brother too, isn't a saint, but for you it's not too late. Shape your future the way you intend it to be and don't let others control you, face yourself... okay?"
Rose couldn't help but smile at the words as she hung her head giving the illusion of depression, August nodding with a content grin over his face. Inching closer, he stretched out his arms awaiting a hug... the redhead wasted no time in throwing herself forward. None of this was her fault, she had nothing to feel guilty about. The past was the past and she couldn't change it, wasting time about hypotheticals was a fruitless effort. This was the here and now. Pecking his cheek as a thank you gift, his eyes widened for a brief sec before he began to climb with the young woman. With the man back to his normal height towering over her, Rose sent him a gentle smile opening her mouth so her pearly whites would glisten in the raising sun. The second she twisted herself so she could face her dad, she threw herself forward, the tears dropping as she felt into the tightened grip of his arms- happy sobs mixed with the disbelief hiding her facial features in the center of her father's anatomy. And though she seemed unprepared to truly forgive her father after decades of loneliness from the moment she was born, Ryder... seemed to cherish this moment. Atone and work to provide for the time he'd been gone, not much more he could accomplish with such a wretched and worn down body. So he looked to the skies for another time, waiting as the war inches closer and closer as August and Azazel, brothers in arms, gawked longly at the sight above them all. How marvelously beautiful...
Just like that, the pieces of golden Omni that formed together and sectioned every bit of his body. Descending from the heavens and the world beyond in the other galaxy so Ben would fall to his knees, gasping and panting for breath. Back in Paris where his penthouse previously stood, he swiped his forehead of the sweat that oozed from the glands of his temples, the Emperor exhaled. About to cover his mouth so he could prevent the spit up that'd throw itself from the stomach acid in his chest, Ben couldn't help but puke up his own blood. Chosen by an abundance of horrible demons and angels to be the sixth member of a monstrous cult of otherworldly monsters, the Emperor rubbed his throat and thought back to the time he spent.
Two years in Heaven throughout 2054-2055, walking through that street with a limp as the strands of his lengthy locks moved with every stride he took forward. Those elders walking happily reunited with their deceased children, parents aided by their offspring so his eyes would wander off and stare at them. The memories of the future began to flash throughout his mind, Ben winced at the sensation as the light momentarily blinded him. The memory of all those people burning up, their souls damned forever in a world he'd never get to get or atone for sins... Rivera had nothing to do. Leave now or wait until the atrocities subside so he could at least live in peace with the mother he'd lost, those times began to flash as he remembered. Reminiscing with the time he'd spent with his sister and brother when they were hugged by that woman..
~If everything here is destined to turn out the way I've seen... is there nothing I do that doesn't happen because the Author demands it? Does He manipulate every facet and part of my life- am I so powerless to stop Ella's death? All these people will die, and burn to nothing but ash as they're damned to the cliffs of Hell. Souls suffering through the most tortuous thing in this and any other world. What would... Cecilia choose? What would- mother think..?~
Everything had turned out the way he'd seen it, the Emperor coughed as he punched his chest as the throw up splatted onto the fiery crater. The heat producing steam to enter the stratosphere, Ben started to stand, the Empire he'd risen would have to fight. Until the war would pass and that they'd all die, he'd sure as hell knowingly wouldn't go out without a fight. The thoughts all filled to his head, rapidly processing everything in this world that'd happened to him over the course of these past 50-something years.
The night's stars began to twinkle, the dirt covering her blonde course as Karlo began to step forward. Kneeling at her grave, Ryder gazed in temptation at the blank tombstone- what could he write? What would work that could truly work as the best description for this wonderful woman? Ella Garcia, the woman he loved... and all the time they should've spent together, he could never get back. Jason stood over the broken man, arms crossed as Matt shared a look with his old friend, the men staring at the twinkling stars above them as they shone with the light of a destroyed lunar hue. The night sky began to darken their faces, remnants of the sun's rays beginning to leak over into their
What more could he DO?! There was nothing left but the path ahead, what if it wielded more disaster for the road in the FUTURE?! Cecilia... Madi... Jason... Emma... Genesis..! What other possibilities laid ahead?! His chest beginning for rise and fall as he start to hyperventilate, the tears poking out of the edges of his optics-what power more could he hold in the future? If he obtained those abilities the Author had described about, the Emperor could prevent it all. Maybe he could foretell the future entirely, inform his family and ensure they're never hurt again. Win the war.
Win the war. Win the war. WIN THE WAR. WIN THE WAR. WIN THE WAR!!!!
And just then... that continuous ringing had stopped and his pants for new breath abruptly halted. Ben twisted himself so he could face the source of the new audio aimed toward him, spotting the just-arrived backup get right beside him. Beginning to stand as the Emperor glared at his chained father, Uraku spared a look at his son- but one of pity and forgiveness. Begging to be of some use and do something to aid the new era his son ruled over, the Emperor didn't even have the strength to throw a retort back. All he could do was wave his hand to the right so the flow of energy would dissipate and the chains would break turn to ash.
The Watcher beginning to sit up as he rubbed and massaged his wrists, the confused inquiries of his grand daughter began to cry out to the superpowered duo,
"Hey! What's goin' on over here, you guys?! I thought you were fighting!"
Ben shrugged at the assumption his daughter had as she ran up to him, feeling Genesis' arms wrap around his waist and body- he moved an inch as he hugged her back tightly embracing her. Cheek squishing as her face pressed against his chest, Uraku rubbed his nape, both father and son sharing a look to one another. Though it was clear that none of them agreed with one another; they were family and for the battle ahead, there was no doubt that they needed to form a momentary alliance. And now with a former Child of God on their side along with three Requiems, their victory was assured. No doubt that the battle between those above and the humans here in this lower layer would damn those monsters to all that existed beyond. Ben hugged his daughter, spotting more of his family coming over the horizon, heat beginning to subside. Hand on her hip as she stood there with a smug look in her eyes, Emma couldn't help but let out a smile at the sight of her father with her little sister being held in his arms.
And just like that, with a simple grin back, she took the signal and slid down the crater's steepness for but a moment. The girls in his arms and the clouds subsiding, Cecilia came skidding on the hardened surface beneath her soles. Witness the spot where her husband and daughters embraced one another, everyone began to pour together as the group stood- the night had begun to end. Uraku turned around as his figure began to darken from the rays of the star. Ben began to raise his hung head, Em and Gen moving their heads out of their dad's chest so they could watch the beauty of the sunrise. Though the destruction beneath them hadn't been repaired... all they needed was silence, and peace. His girls in his arms, they spread out so his arms would move around their napes protecting them with his appendages' grasp.
The man above the duo of girls began to speak out to his father, lips spreading so that the could burst out half a second of a word,
"Are-"
But the Watcher had interrupted him, unintentionally, with the slightest bit movement- Ben shut his lips. Relinquishing his hold on the girls he loved in order to take a step forward as his father began to speak, eyes locked onto the Sun in front of them all. The illuminating brightness shining onto the pale skin tone he'd been birthed with, Uraku began to spout out something... special,
"'When I was born, I'd wished to venture out to the stars- see the vastness and beauty of space so I could experience it all for myself. What all the fuss was about... and then I thought about it. For the first time in my life I thought long and hard about everything I'd done in my life leading up to this moment. Why do we do the things we do? Why do we want to go off into space or conquer the moon? And then I realized, because I was a human. Curiosity is in humanity's nature, so is cruel ness and so is kindness. But I don't wish to see the cruelty or the kindness, I'm curious. To see how the sun would look as it raised from behind the dawn and over the horizon. I may not be alive by the time that day comes, but at the very least- I hope my children can send me a picture, wherever I am,'"
To see his face would be to see the truth behind the stoic persona he'd held for such a long time, tears filling as silent sobs began to enter the air. Broken vocals entering the air as Ben caught a glimpse of his father's eyes... his mother's favorite color, Daniel's eyes sparkling with the hue from the sun as the promise began to ring out in his mind. The raven tint of the cloudy environment began to fade as the sky blue spread throughout the heavens. Ben had realized that speech- if there was anything he'd recognize, it'd sure as hell be none other than his mother's very own words. The tears began to drip down from the corners as they were squeezed out... pushed to become a droplet. Just as this droplet's destiny was to hit the crater beneath their feet, this world's destiny- was to forever change. January 1st, 2060. Three more years until the beginning of the Advent of Destruction; what could he do? What does he gather and what does he make to defend himself??
The road ahead was long and dark, but they knew where they were heading. Salvation for the family Ben had fostered laid in the future, and justice for all those lives lost, all the pain he'd endured having lost his mother, his child, his best friends to the whim of fate- it will all culminate on that day. Who will win? Demons of Hell along with the Archangels of God or the Requiems and Enhanced on Earth? All that's left was a multiverse- that will forever change.
And with that, the Heaven's Repent had come to an end. Yet fear not, for there was more to come!
Be there to witness the trials and tribulations of the Wings of Darkness arc starting Chapter 66!