CRASH! As their feet deepened into the roof below their very soles, Uraku raised his arm to block the incoming hit coming right at his face.
Yaldabaoth's palm coming into contact with his wrist, the Guardian swiftly went for the chest of his sibling, before It vanished right before his eyes. But it wasn't just simple teleportation- it was a shift, a place changer to where Sirilla now stood with her hand aimed forward about to blast at her adopted older brother with pure Takyr sparking at the tips of her fingers.
He wasn't so simple, though, as Uraku's person started to spark like static on a television set, he replaced himself with Nyarlathotep behind him. The tendril he let out splitting off as if to capture his older sibling in a rope, but just then, it went to shit immediately. Sirilla discharged her Takyr blast, shooting Nyarlathotep right in the chest, and Sirilla was entangled in his Lovecraftian web as a hostage, Uraku appearing right beside Akuji who aimed right for the head with a sideways kick to the cheek.
Easily ducked under, the Guardian released his knees, then guiding himself right down to the feet of his enemy, he unleashed the same technique Lucifer had done on his son. MANJI KICK! Spitting out the Deity equivalent of blood which was a starry white fluid that shined as if it were in the voided space, then exploding in a ball of their blood, eyeballs flying out into the air. Then delving right into his chest, he ripped out his soul and let it drift above the clouds, then flying on over to Sirilla, stepping back in shock as she'd burnt and corrupted the Crawling Chaos' Omni soul.
Just as she was about to shake herself out of it, her neck snapped, and Uraku CRUSHED right onto her intact head, brain matter entering the air. Remnants of her skull littering the rooftop, The Guardian turned his head, skin peeling right over his Nebula form, and now spotting his very own sibling, Demiurge hovering in mid-air, halted right in place, invisible strings of ethereal nature locking air right there, Uraku glared at the Being he once named his sibling. In the guise of Kuno, having tormented his very own grandson and the son of his attendant who he'd tried to help,
"All-Holy Heavenly Attraction," Commanded Uraku, pushing out his arm so he could telepathically yank right at Yaldaboath's throat, and attract It closer.
Distorting the space around Itself so It could slide right of Uraku's technique, Aether landed right back onto the roof, for the Kuno guise to peel tour over Its galactic form. Jumping right into the air, he brought together his hands, interlocking his fingers and smashing right down where Uraku previously stood. Hands slammed into the concrete, the Guardian guided his leg right up to his jaw, kicking him back, effortlessly placing his arms on his back, and watching as Kuno threw more attacks his way.
Another kick to the side of his head ducked right under, and while the Father of the Triplets was stuck in this lower position, Abaddon's body opened his mouth to unleash a fiery beam of plasma from his throat, eyes flashing a signature purple shade. However, just as the energy burst out from his flesh-like insides, Uraku grabbed at his mouth, covering it with his palm, and then tearing out his throat after grabbing it with his fingers. Seeing as how it was just a mortal weakness of Kuno's form, all the Demiurge had to do was simply burn away the flesh-made body of Aether. Extending out Its fingers with Its former nebula form back to its regular glory, It grabbed at his face- then SQUELCH!
The wrist had been cut, and from further down, so was the hand, splattering blood onto the rooftop. From then, Uraku's eyes glistened with the intent of Dark Determination as he invoked the ancient Requiem technique used by those extinct Warriors,
"Ultimate Implosion + Instantaneous Release," Uraku expanded out his range after sticking his palm out, before he clapped them both, bursting out a CLAP!
As the techniques were made incarnate into reality, Aether attempted to shield Itself from the blows, but there was nothing to block, for the air itself had detonated instantly. Winds exploding, Demiurge couldn't implant Its position onto the roof anymore, there was no other path but to launch further into the air, unable to manipulate the air so It could control Its eventual landing. Just as It managed to finally control the air and hover amongst the summer's heated flow, Yaldaboath shook Its head out of the daze, grunting… and just before It could charge right ahead, Uraku whispered,
"Peace of Mind Innate Activation. Takyr + Instantaneous Release, Soul Aid," It was the kind of kind voice dripping with stoicism, not an ounce of hate audible, soothing to the sound and gentle, yet deadly.
About five seconds had passed since he invoked this special technique, something that he originated, being able to send lost souls to Limbo or the Temple. Something he knew his son had inherited, and, in all honesty, though that man he called his child, the one who would pave the way for the next generation-lit ablaze his heart the same way he did in the past he couldn't be prouder. Demiurge's frame of being combusted right then and there, exploding into arms, legs, and the head flying right at Uraku, before it was caught between his fingers.
As long as he held it in his grasp, holding the very essence of Its being, none of the other exploded-off pieces could come back and heal so that the Aether could become Absolute. Seeing as how everyone downstairs was taking care of the infestation, Uraku, being the poet he was, decided to throw the head he held right into the air. Foretold to hit the ground preordained by the laws of nature, the Guardian disobeyed those incessant laws by flicking his fingers and locking his sibling's forefront of Its body into place.
While the both of them had their short time amid the chaos ongoing what with them Advent and all that, they decided to speak, Uraku maintaining his relative's life just barely using the embers of Its soul to keep It intact. Plopping right down onto the ground, the remaining dead bodies of his siblings turned to golden light, swallowed up by the Allfather's power to be sent back to Heaven, the strands of gold levitating into the air,
"Inform me of something, dear Yal, but why did you take so much pleasure in torturing those innocent superhumans? When you intended to make an army of them for Father, you tormented Azazel Karlo, and Augustus Rivera, not to mention the side effects of your experimentation led to Celine Pierce's demise. You did all of that, all those events ricocheting off each other, and you haven't shown the slightest bit of remorse. Ephemeral creatures such as humans aren't as malevolent as Father makes them out to be, neither as horrible as Lucifer thinks they are. Why… did you enjoy it?" This question was, wholeheartedly, something Uraku didn't mind about because he already knew the answer, whether it was the truth or just another lie he told himself to keep up the apathetic facade; that was for another time.
Who he asked on behalf of was none other than the conscious Requiem Reaper, fighting off those limitless demons, and not to mention the son of the attendant who stood by his side at the Temple between mind and matter. Sitting there casually, he stared at the clouds forming those abstract shapes, the sun's rays splitting through them to shine against the right of his face, brown strands flowing with the summer's weather.
The disembodied head of the Demiurge, hovering in place, stared ahead dreadfully at the Celestial It once named Big Brother. Allfather could simply pluck them out from anywhere in the timeline, it wasn't like any of them were, all Almighty had to do was stick His hand into the proper place in time, and more would come after them. No one could truly be erased from the seas of this abstract place, this distant time, for the Father of the sacred flow always intended that everything be Absolute. Each of them had their views on the matter outside of their Allfather's influence or whatever He ordered of them, they had to go through with it or else it would mean death, that was just their destined future.
Aether didn't have anything to say as Its purple eyes enveloped by the stars at the wonders near the limitless edge of the galaxy began to dart around curiously, It couldn't help but chuckle, male and female voices overlapping one another,
"I suppose this is the first time I've been incarnated and flicked out of my place in the timeline, I guess to help Father? I expected this to happen but fighting to the end so he couldn't intervene- without Him watching, I wanted to ask you something. I don't know what's happened yet, but can you tell me my future?" It was always like this even when they were youthful, dodging questions and asking Their own.
Part of Uraku couldn't help but laugh at it, though it hadn't been the same evolved and elder form he'd known, It truly was the same Being he grew up with. He couldn't feel any timeline branches, being in tune with the multiverse for so long, it was like second nature to him, to just simply blink out and switch with the feeling of everything, then return to normal in this fleshy form of artificiality. Leaning his head back against the air, as if it were a seat, the furniture you could leisurely rest on, Uraku remembered watching from between realities the flow of time as it continuously moved... he relayed the information right back to Demiurge.
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"So- that's what happens in the future then? Heh, and here I thought it'd be all horrible. To answer your question, I don't really like humans all that much, if I'm bein' honest, I'm not a Watcher like you, Father assigned me before I left to be Kuno to just keep the universe intact. In my time, Kuno's form was just killed by Rivera, and now I'm 'recovering' if that makes any sense. I'll stay loyal to Father, no matter what, but... all of us know it, that His rule is tyrannical, He uses us for whenever He needs something done, and His plan is mass genocide. I can't do much, so, in the past, it'll seem like I'm against you all, just trust me, all I'm doing is ensuring that time goes the destined route it's foretold to flow in," Aether informed Their older brother, letting out a gentle chuckle amid Their speech, more golden strands levitating above the clouds, absorbed into the bright-azure skies,
"I understand, Yal. Thank you for letting us reach this end, then, my sibling-" Uraku affirmed gratefully to his long-deceased sibling,
"What about you? After the Advent, tell me, what is your end? Are you going to die or are you going to go somewhere?" Questioned Yal back at his thankful retort.
But Uraku had to ponder, something he hadn't thought about ever since the beginning of this battle, he remembered the events back in the past. All flashing rapidly, eyelids hiding the purple coloration of his orbs; a curtain yanked right down over the windows, no one looking out, but only one looking in. It was a sickening experience, living in those cold walls, he remembered it like it was yesterday, the chill from space forming goosebumps over his back as it brushed against his very skin. Waking up, stoically stepping across the marbled floors, again and again, over and over and over and over again. He remembered it like it was yesterday, the flow of time,
"For someone like me, ten years is barely anything, it moves quicker than ever and it's just... fast. But, it's odd. I say that yet- I remember every single day waking up after I left Jessica with the kids that day. Cold, alone, empty. The Temple is a gift to me, for being the firstborn, but when did it ever give me anything good? I have every single bit of knowledge in this world, I know everything that will or won't happen, but why do I feel this way? I should be grateful for it, but..." Uraku answered guiltily, shaking his head, he threw his hair back, brushing it back, sighing dejectedly,
"I want to be there for my kids, I want them to... love me. I wasn't there for them when their mother was alive, no child should have to deal with that on their own no matter what they're feeling, I want to do more. It seems I can't do enough, though, I-I can't even fucking do my job. I should be taking back this Temple but instead, I'm talking to my stupid sadistic sibling who tortured MY GRANDSON, AND I-I'M ACTING LIKE YOU'RE INNOCENT!!! YOU'RE THE REASON AUGUST FEELS POWERLESS, THE REASON THE GIRL HE SHOULD'VE BEEN WITH DIED, SO WHY?! WHY CAN'T I FUCKING DO MORE?! WHY... why... why can't I have been there for them?" As Uraku asked this, he searched for an answer.
What was this feeling? He asked himself, now standing up, impatiently pacing around the roof of his longtime abode, the intact head of Yal watched powerlessly. Step by step, each new inch forward to some invisible goal, he drove himself closer to the Answer, how he truly felt, it was alien. Paranormal. Or rather, it was for him. There was only one person who'd have the answers to this- better yet, one SPECIES, watched from thousands of celestials on the daily, those who named themselves absolute, to have a better understanding of the world, one they didn't even know. Uraku was but a watcher, but, his sibling, on the other hand?
"When I took over Kuno's body, I experienced it, too. When an alien or celestial spirit infiltrates a human's body, they have to accustom to that person's every human feeling, organ, intestine, everything. There were times where I'd feel... sad. And that's not something we're meant to feel because- that's not the way God intended it. But you! You, you managed to break through that barrier. The most emotion any Celestial had felt through their entirety of existence throughout the evermoving flow of time has... has to be this. Frustration, isolation, hatred. Not for anything else, but for themself. You might have been incarnated by Father and Mother through their combined infinite power, but you're... you're more human than any of us. And ironically enough, you look the most identical to Father... don't you get it, Uraku? You're alive, you're free, and all that's tying you down is this.
Burn it all down, brother. Burn it all.... down!" And as the final words of Yaldaboath burst out from Their incorporeal vocals echoed into the vastness nothingness of this chaotic universe, Uraku stared with tears forming in the edge of his eyes.
Just like that, though he'd yelled at Them with all his might, when They had truly disappeared... he realized that there was no one here, and, without a shadow of a doubt, he was alone. A God alone on the rooftop of his space-warping interdimensional Temple, what a wondrous scenery for you to lay your eyes upon. But right before you could cherish the rarity of his robed body standing, bathing in the morning rays of the sun laid high above those penetrable clouds, he was gone, without warning. Like he never even existed at all.
Back inside, stray particles pushed together to reform his living frame, chest moving with the way of his breathing, calm for someone like him. Head pointed downward to the reflective lower platform, he took the time he had, summit at this angle, to rub at his eye sockets, both with his pointer and thumb fingers. Burn it all to the ground, liberate, but... not this place, himself. Of this horrible stench on the wondrous multiverse laid with interesting creatures, Uraku shook his head, emerging out of the daze he was in. Blurred vision fading away like a cloud of smoke lingering in the air after puffing it out from the contents of your mouth, Uraku was stopped right in his tracks. What laid before his eyes, was still ongoing, but even he couldn't stop it, just as his sibling had said only a minute prior: he was special. Frozen, he stared right ahead- as the blood stored inside of her head splashed onto his cheek, even that slap into reality couldn't bring him back, to where the disturbing thud of her body against that chilled bloody puddle seemed normal. What laid before him?
The sight of his very own mother, Moriah, the Wife of the Allfather and the Mother of the Spacial Infusing technique, sitting atop a huddle of bodies, bloodied. Ripped open faces contrast to where their calm features formerly stood, torn-off limbs littering the floor, intestines decorating the walls of this hollow chamber. The Three Blades mutilated, slaughtered... devoid of any semblance of emotion, Moriah couldn't help but let out a teasing giggle as she pushed herself right off from their dirtied corpses,
"Ah, that was a wonderful little warm-up for the next spat, don't you think, kid? C'mon, let's go kill the rest, mother-son team up!" Disgustingly excited, Moriah cried that out, pumping her fist to the air and jumping, casually walking by her eldest- before she was stopped right in place.
Palm pressing against her chest, the strength he utilized right in his hand wasn't even barely amount to the truth he held within his Celestial soul. Her blank pupils gazing into his own, Moriah couldn't even believe the next words to fly out from her son's mouth, bellowing from the furthest reaches inside his throat,
"Do you even have a human heart?" Angrily inquired the Guardian of his Mother, to which phased right through his hand, leading for him to turn around... she couldn't help but smirk as if she enjoyed this,
"Of course not. It was taken from me, don't you know? Emotions make a person weaker, after all, I'm the one who told cha to leave those brats, didn't I...?"
To Be Continued.