In Akuro Zaizen's entire lifetime he'd never considered the idea of a god existence, much less multiple gods or demons for that matter. He'd only considered them to be things of lore and anime and video games. Now he was one of the strongest beings in existence and he fought on the same plane as gods, Titans and Demons. It was like having an extremely vivid dream.
He'd never thought of himself as a strong person, nor did he ever think he would be. In life, he was weak, he knew it. He could hardly stand on his own two feet, as though if he tried his bones would shatter and he'd crumble away to dust. When he was given a second chance at life, he told himself he'd never be weak again, he'd never lose the ones he loved, but he also knew that to be strong, emotions were something that would only get in the way.
"Turn it all off.." he'd tell himself. "Let it all go, be a cold machine" he'd say. He would shut down all of his emotions and become dead and cold. And now he was more than a god, more than a Deity. He was the most powerful being in the world, in the universe, in all of reality, and he'd prove it. He'd destroy everything in his path. He'd never be put down again. Nothing would be in his way. He was above it all, and he was the one true ruler of this reality he lived in.
He was... the Omnipotent Death.
Akuro stood, motionless, in a massive crater, his arms hanging limp and his head dropped as he hunched over, blood running down his arms as his chains dangled against his skin. Smoke curled up from his skin as his wounds slowly closed over. His Aura Cloak was cracked and torn, half of his mask shattered, revealing his glowing red eye as he glared up at the god across from him, in a much similar state.
The battlefield was scorched and filled with craters from the massive chunks of rock thrown off of he moon. Massive meteors sat, sizzling, in the earth all about the land from the shattered moon. One crater larger than all the others, swallowing almost the entire landmass, sat at the center of the battlefield, a god and the incarnation of death standing in the depression across from one another glaring each other down.
The real moon hung high in the sky, casting an eerie pale glow across the clouds of smoke billowing into the air. The ghostly light illuminated the figures below as aura once again filled the air with tension, a tension that made the air itself vibrate and hum with energy.
"I never expected..." Moorza spoke, breaking the silence, "that I'd ever find a being who could match my strength. Heh.. you actually managed to make me go all out. That hasn't happened for... a long time."
Akuro was silent, standing absolutely still, saying not a single word.
"It too bad really.." Moorza said, leaning back with a sigh. "That I have to finish this here. You see, I didn't come alone. I'd love to soar more with you but... I've got a job to do."
"Yes, a job. We must annihilate every last being on this stretch of land. Especially you." Came a voice.
"Don't forget the Archdemons, dear sister." Came another voice.
It was the two from before, the ones in cloth. They stood at the lip of the crater, the boy holding a massive sword in either hand while the girl hunched over, blades dangling from thin ropes about her body.
"Yes, yes... now let's kill him.." the girl spoke, grabbing at the blades, the cold metal cutting her hands. "I want to slice him open.."
"Calm yourself, Nezzra. We can't be reckless. We both know this one is quite capable." The boy said.
"Shut it, Nerrik. I don't care.."
"Enough, you two." Moorza interrupted. "Nerrik is write, do not be wreckless."
Akuro suddenly twitched, his hand going up to his face and covering his eyes. He began to chuckle, then threw his head back in hysterical laughter.
"What's so amusing, boy?" Moorza asked.
"'Used your all'? Hahaha! I'm disappointed, is that really all you've got? Your little moon trick? And now your calling some friends..." he leaned forward, his head tilting to the side, his mask recovering in wisps of shadow as his crimson eyes locked on Moorza. "Sorry to tell you.. but I've only just begun.."
Black aura suddenly exploded out from Akuro's body as he laughed maniacally.
"IVE BEEN HOLDING THIS IN FOR A LONG TIME!!" He roared in a crazed tone, "YOU SHOULD FEEL LUCKY TO SEE THIS!!! YOU ARE ABOUT TO SEE ME AT MY ALL!!"
"What... where did he get all this power from..." Moorza asked in shock.
Both Nezzra and Nerrik suddenly collapsed to their knees under the pressure of Akuro's aura, the earth shattered open and the air rang out with an ear splitting screech as vibrations ran across the battlefield.
Akuro suddenly went cold, his laughter ceasing as he stood straight, cold and emotionless.
"Die.."
He raised his hand and black aura shot out of massive cracks in the ground as the earth itself shifted upwards, an immense plate of earth rising out of the ground, as if Akuro had caused tectonic plates to slam together and create a mountain, which he lifted high into the dark sky before he clenched his fist and black flames engulfed the rock, breaking it down into smaller bits that then rained down on the world below like black meteorites that struck the ground and caused it to ripple and erupt into chaotic masses of black flames and rock. It was like Akuro had literally summoned an apocalypse from the sky.
Moorza dashed out of sight, a mere blur as he flew to Nerrik and Nezzra. When he reached them he threw up a shield of silver light which shook violently whenever it was struck by one of the black meteors.
"Hiding won't work." Akuro hissed. "Stay there. Die for me."
He raised both hands into the air, black aura coiling in his palms before enlarging to a massive size, a black hole that blotted out the moon and the sky.
"This is the end. This is your reckoning, the fate that all gods shall meet." His red eyes flashed. "Death at my hands."