A battle between that of the former Guardian Celestial of the Temple and the Mother of the Celestials, wasn't that a sight to behold? As expected, the second they'd finished their short interaction, they went straight to it, with Uraku enhancing the pressure he'd placed on Moriah's chest, sending her flying through the walls ahead, helpless to move, she smashed through another wall, exiting out the side of the landmark. Stabilizing herself among the air, hands staying by her sides,
"Heh!"
Searching around for her 'beloved son', her eyes darting quickly, soul analyzing the area around for his unique signature, his speed was unmatched, and he came with a skull-destroying slam right to the head. Just as he intended to hit that point, her fingers entangled his fist, the grip she held on her child's hand tightening, tilting her hand upward, Uraku grunted aloud,
"Isn't this cute... My sweet boy, you're nothing but an experiment. It seems that our use for you has expired- goodbye, darling child," The way Moriah spoke to her son, was so warm and affectionate, yet the opposite; he could sense the wretched cruelty in her vocals... only she would do something so horrible.
Mixing love with hatred, he was cursed to have this THING be his mother, but even now, as he stared at her in the eyes, omitting any true care for any life besides her own, he knew he'd have to end this curse. Right as he was about to be enveloped, the artificial form he held in front of her mocking gaze seconds away from disintegrating... but what stopped him in his tracks, from punishing this unfortunate excuse of a mother and damning her soul forevermore? It was those words he could hear echoing out from the child, the fellow Warrior he'd helped create...
"End this nightmare once and for all. And when you reach him, tell our father... it was an honor being blessed with his blood," Hana Saiai's final words had reverberated into his ears, reaching not only those surrounding her but those halfway across the island... how could he fight any further?
BOOM! Went her fist as it connected with his left cheek, and as he turned right, she went with another punch, a right hook, crushing his humanoid skull on both ends. CRAKKKK! And then BAM went her fist as it combined with his chin, landing a hearty uppercut right on his chin, he ascended without control, flipping in the air as he intended to hit the ground- moving further, continually through the skies, he rose above the very atmosphere, entering the limitless spacial void. He felt eternal, surrounded by the useless starlight barely shining on his body adrift in the infinite blackness, all the Guardian could think about was that... that girl- no, she wasn't a girl. Hana Saiai, Beloved Requiem Master, a true Warrior he was responsible for creating, a woman who inspired and reassured her juniors even on the brink of death,
"She's... gone..." Uraku spouted in disbelief.
Hardly able to inch his muscles into the slightest gesture, he couldn't even control his body to warp somewhere safe. Moriah, his damned Mother, who knew how close she was to reaching him? She could already be here, just behind him, yet too blind for him to realize it, sounded like something that a forsaken parent of his could do. Allow him to suffer in his mind- was that truly why she wasn't attacking any further? He was going to die here, she was too powerful for him, even if he attempted to fight against her, it would be for naught- she was the spouse of the Allfather Himself. Like he stood a chance. The most he could do, right now, was kill his soul, so at least, that way, he could have a tiny glimpse of his beloved, have a painless death,
"Like your father did, back then, you lit your heart ablaze… it will burn to ashes, and the embers of that heart you hold within you-? It will no doubt light a fire of hope that will reverberate through the barriers of time to inspire others," Those were his love's final thoughts, for their youngest child.
Ben Rivera, the Requiem Time Emperor, was destined to light a fire of hope through the barriers of time from the embers of his heart. Would that come to fruition if he died, without even fighting? Without The Temple, he could never know, and maybe... maybe it was better that way, but, the second he'd destroy his soul, let the negativity morph into demonic Takyr, he'd regret it. He knew what he had to do, he couldn't stay here, endlessly drifting through this infinite space devoid of anything but darkness- CRUSH! Just as he did way back when, in the past, younger, arrogant, ignorant, he lit ablaze his heart, and with that determined gaze, he'd caught the punch. What laid behind her fist, swelling with nebulas from the inner galaxies, was the incarnated physicality of his special version of the Spacial Infusing technique,
~Nebulaic Supernova~
"Heh... I knew you'd eventually do something on your own, ki-!" Moriah dared to say.
SLAP-BOOM! A simple backhand from the rear of his palm had launched her away, a sonic boom erupting outward of this attack, Uraku's purple eyes from his Supernova technique brightening, the sun shining to the back of his sparkling head. Looking down on the Earth below him, both arms by his sides, the Celestial Father raised his arms higher,
~The only reason I'm fighting right now... is because of you, my sons, my daughter. I do not believe I will be the victor, but that's okay. Right now, though I am doing this for you, I'm indebted to no one. Because, at this moment, at this time, I feel nothing. As Buddha first chanted when he left his mother's womb,
'Among the Heavens and Earth, I alone am the Honored One.'~
It took a millisecond for him to vanish from the endlessness of this darkened void, reentering Earth's atmosphere, to where Moriah had landed. Surrounded by spare citizens of Acheron gathered around her crash landing, she chuckled, eyes glowing, lasers flying out from her eyes as she sliced them all right in half, upper halves cauterized then hitting the concrete platform below with a juicy thud. Those souls perishing right there, witnessing the horrible sight of this horrific being right before their unfortunate deaths, Moriah couldn't help but kneel... fist to the side of her face, knuckles resting against her Galaxy form.
"Ultimate Implosion!" Uraku's voice cried out from above the vapor-filled see-through clouds.
Moriah turned her head, upturning a brow curiously, unable to contain her excitement for the next battle before she was slammed right down onto the Earth- implanted into the ground, where only her face poked out from below the concrete. Wriggling out so her arms could break apart the hardened chunks below her limbs, Moriah sadistically laughed, attempting to free herself. Then SLAM! His feet crashed into her face, locking her right down on there, Uraku leaped off her face, flipping in the middle of the air and then landing behind her.
Warping in place, the Mother now stood tall, upright, big ol crazy grin over her lips, Uraku staring her right down- Nebulaic Supernova vs Spacial Infusing. WHOOSH! Went her body as she zoomed right ahead, transforming her Spacial hand, morphing it to another shape, the insides of her limb bubbling. Shapeshifting her hand into a lengthened blade, she swiped it right at his neck, heartily seeking to decapitate her son- to which he ducked right under. Switching her place with his own, Uraku jumped into the air,
~All-Holy Heavenly Attraction~ Yanking her telekinetically into the air with this technique, Moriah immediately blocked her arms over her face to block from any attacks to the face.
Which, he'd predicted this, then warping to her back below her, feet hovering over the ground, he dug his knuckles into her back, finding her spine, his Mother gasped- choking on her blood. Thrown into the sky, bolts of plasma practically flew from her flesh as a subconscious defense, Uraku touched his fingers together, forming a hand seal with his illuminated extremities,
"Technique Enhancement: Spacial Warping," Invoked Uraku aloud, creating another miniature crater below his bottoms, the Guardian sped to the air.
Right here, right there, every little bit of movement he could make bouncing through the air jumping off the energy she burst out, rapidly teleporting from each of the soaring bolts. Springing off the heat, Moriah turned her body for but a second, pushing out her arms, preserving her posture in the middle of the air, darting her pupils swiftly inside her sockets... rubbing her neck. BAM! Went his foot as it connected with the side of her skull in the middle of the air, aiming to the Castle to which Almighty had named His abode, she crashed right into the piercing tip, landing right inside. Tumbling and rolling onto the debris-littered ground after crashing, she backflipped unto her treads, seconds away from falling right over, wandering backward, dazed from the kick to her face.
~Shit, he's... am I too weak to beat my son? Everything's too slow but I can't react fast enough to even count... he's too fast, just as strong as his Father. Meaning... he's stronger than me?~
BOOM! Erupted her back as it slammed against the walls, innards strewn about the ground seeing as how the chunks of the roof had smashed the Angels patrolling about. Twitching hands reaching out to the embers of life, all it took was a simple stop to crush their brains and hearts, sending them back up there, to dissolve into golden energization, emerging through the hole in the ceiling to head toward the Heavens above.
~This is... this isn't possible. I should be stronger than him. I WAS stronger than him. What the hell changed, why am I... WHY AM I BENEATH THIS PATHETIC CHILD?!~
"I'LL KILL YOU, UNGRATEFUL SON!" Cried Moriah loudly; vocals on the verge of breaking, inhaling through her nostrils and exhaling through her mouth- her Guardian Son couldn't help but stare at her.
Usually, whenever he fought enemies, whether it be his siblings that he'd freed earlier, or his brother descending from the clouds below space's endless gloom, he'd have that apathetic stare signature to his violet eyes. This was new for him, the Guardian Angel of the Eternal Temple, that look in his eyes, along with the spiritual vigor enveloping his entire body, it all screamed 'HATE.'
"I don't have time for you, wench. Please die," Uraku threateningly snarled at his Mother.
Bringing up his hands, swinging arms from the sides of his body, he formed the Uma hand seal with his galaxy-skinned extremities. Tips of fingers touching against one another, elbows out, pointers forming a triangle, a sparkle glistening at the forefront of his mauve-tinted orbs,
"Nebulaic Supernova - Final Form. Pulsar To A Thousand Worlds," Chanted Uraku deeply into the air, proudly, right behind the hand seal his pale claws created, there could be the sight of his gentle smile...
This was his way of defying her, as she was at her weakest, the Damned Mother he was cursed to be born with, was forcibly teleported. In the land of the Beyond where the Ancients dwelled, slumbering soundly in the Multiversal depths, where those antiquity monsters feasted on only one thing and one thing alone. Moriah's arms stretched into the unending negritude superior to the normalities of Earth's natural sky blue, swirling blackholes reflecting in her eyes, locked into place, only scarcely moving when Uraku's technique allowed it. What laid in this void between her afloat being fractured across the Beyond in the Multiverse were planets, inch by inch, closing in on the target between those bodies,
"Cataclysmic Universal Nuclear Totality," PING!
Audio releasing into this world from the inner machinations of his soul as he clasped his fingers against each other, across the world to where he sat in front of his braindead Mother, Uraku couldn't help but let out a chortle,
"Heh... ahahaha! NAHAHAHAHAHAHAGH! COM...PRESS!!" Yelled out Uraku passionately.
Vocals momentarily crackling, unable to keep in the maniacal laughter bursting out from his pink mouths, the Guardian twirled around his fingers, rapidly switching between hand seals. Tori. PING! Hitsuji. PING! Imu. PING! And finally, Uma, just as he clasped together in the beginning, another feral laugh bellowed from between his lips.
"Some Incarnation you are... just as weak as I'd thought. All talk, nothing to back it up. Go to Hell, conniving sniveling little whore," Cruelly stated Uraku to his braindead mother.
As she hit onto her knees, eyes rolled to the back of her head; Spacial Infusion peeling back to reveal her human flesh. Blood streamed from her nostrils, drool dripping out the corner of her lips, her heart didn't make a single sound. Oddly enough, a plethora more bloody rivers leaked out her earholes...
At the hands of Uraku's creation, the Nebuliac Supernova technique's first and final form: Pulsar To A Thousand Planets - Cataclysmic Universal Nuclear Totality had destroyed Moriah Hemingway's mind. The weakest Obliterating Incarnation had been diagnosed braindead during the Destructive Advent on July 22nd, 2059.
To Be Continued!