A battle won, but the War had just begun.
Romani cleared his throat, adopting a severe air. While his eyes pass over the others who sat in the meeting room.
"Sorry to burst your bubble, but you all remember, right? The threat hasn't ended yet, rather it has begun. We are all on a precarious timetable. And if we do not meet up, we just may die with the rest of humanity."
Olga Marie pursed her lips, somberly nodding, "Yeah that's right. While we are all happy now, the enemy is still out there." Her wrapped fist squeezed so hard; it dented the mental table due her enhanced strength. Her eyes narrowed darkly.
"Lev Lainur Flauros."
Doomsday is too close for comfort.
The half-Amazonian pulled back her bangs revealing lively lilac eyes, "So how long do we have Doctor, till we are affected by the time-stream?"
The pink haired doctor paused in cleaning the board. Setting down the duster while he cleared his throat, turning to Mash, Romani replied carefully. "At least, ten months."
The Chaldean Master reclined back, gazing absently at the fluorescent light. "Mission Impossible." He muttered dryly.
New friends and allies.
"I am none other than, Leonardo… Da Vinci!" The beautiful brunette dressed in a colorful medieval dress proclaimed. Flashing her eyes at her stunned audience, the Servant twirled gracefully.
"Oyah~ is my beauty really that enchanting? But alas, this body belongs only to me." She threw a surly wink, "You can only look not touch. Sorry."
"Mash…" Billy, whose eyes had been twitching all these times growled out. "As you can see, what I'm about to do is definitely not an abuse. I'm just gonna' beat black and blue, a fully bearded old man hiding under a woman's skin!"
"Billy-kun!"
…
"Servant, Rider. Has answered your call, Master?"
Billy gave a melancholic smile as the light dimmed down, revealing the Greek-themed Servant.
"Nice to meet you once again, Medusa."
…
"Servant, Cast-! Oh, come on! Why am I still a Sage?!" The Ulster style hero ragged, stomping down the platform.
Billy gave a light chuckle, shaking his head. "A pleasure to fight with you once again."
….
The most famous Hero of Greece looks down at his hands in awe clenching it in marvel. What he was experiencing was something that could only described as impossible.
"How did you do it, Billy Batson?"
Billy rubbed the side of his neck as he sheepishly replied, "Normally doing something like this is impossible. But let's just say, I hate seeing one of my patrons wallowing in a pit of mindless rage. So, tada!"
New powers, new responsibilities.
Olga Marie folded her arms, while she idly questioned Da Vinci who was about to finish typing in, Billy's examination report.
"So Caster. On the scale of one to ten, where would you rank Billy-kun in terms of battle power?"
"One hundred." She smoothly answered.
The director sighed in exasperation, "I'm serious, here…"
The Servant whirled her chair to Chaldea's Director, her face set in a serious expression. "So am I, Marie-chan. That boy may not know it, but the power he possesses, goes against the rules of Human nature."
….
Cu Chulain leaned against his spear. Looking at the downed form of his Master, who could whoop his ass with his pinky just by saying a word.
"Don't get me wrong, Billy, as a mortal you are strong. Combat Heroic Spirit, strong. Why do you even need to train, anyway? In your in your deity form, only the most powerful Heroic Servants could ever hope to match you. So, isn't this kind of obsolete?"
Billy winced, clenching his eyes as a bead of sweat dribbled in. Wiping his face with his already perspired tank top. The Chaldean Master heaved while slowly getting back up, and once again assumed a fighting stance.
"No need to tell me what I already know, Cu Chulain." He groused spitting on the ground, "While being a God is fine and good. I don't want to forget my origin. Billy Batson."
He crossed his arms above his shoulders, as his Knight Arms appeared on them in white showering sparks. "Besides, this mortal wants to grow strong enough that being a God becomes obsolete."
Lancer eyed him for a moment before his lips stretched into a proud grin, "You pass. Now I can safely teach you, the techniques of the Red Branch."
The Singularity of the Maiden of God.
"Burn her! Burn the witch! She communes with the devil!" The crowd ragged bloodthirstily, as they led the one, who they once hailed as their savior to be burned on a stake.
A single tear slithered down the Maiden of Orleans face, as she prayed in petition. 'Oh Lord in Heaven. Please forgive them for they do not know what they do.'
…..
"The first Singularity is located in Orleans, France. In the year A.D 1431."
Mash perked up, as the date and place sounded familiar to her. "Da Vinci-san, isn't that?"
The Caster nodded, "Yeah, the year of the martyr died."
"The martyr, who's that?" Billy questioned, not getting who they were talking about.
New enemies and trials.
Fire burned the entire country, the scent of blood abounded in the air. Sunny skies were blotted by the prowling dragons who scored for fresh life meat. Sited upon the largest dragon. The Dragon Witch grinned manically, while she watched the destruction.
"Burn France! Burn till all become nothing more than sooth. Let all life enter a bloody requiem, just the way I like it!" She cackled in the midst of the roaring dragons.
From behind the vilified Servant. Neon verdant eyes gleamed from the murky shadows.
The one who will face them all.
The Chief God floated below the dragons, observing the phantasmal species with contempt etched upon his features. "How dare you overgrown lizards roam the firmaments, while I, the Sky Father do not permit it?! Your transgression is great, and your penance for this sin is death!"
The entire region turning dark was the last thing Fafnir and the dragons saw, as they were all struck down by the authority of the Zeus till not even an atom was left of them.
The ones by his side.
Billy sat at the edge of the precipice, crying over the horrible, and unnatural action he committed. "What the hell is wrong with me? Am I nothing more than a monster?!"
"No, you're not Billy-kun," Soft hands wrapped around his neck pulling him to a hug. "You are my, Mash's hero."
The puppet master behind it all.
A nine ft. woman, dressed in a raven and blood red armor, while leaving her head which exposed a beautiful face possessing draconic features. With hope displayed on her features, the Goddess caressed the golden orb that had been given to her by the Demon God.
"This better work, for your sake, or else." She growled.
"Oh please, Goddess. I only have the interest of your people at heart." Flauros grinned inhumanly, "Just as I am sure that you have mine as well."
The draconic lady gritted her teeth, before giving a sullen nod and then, swallowed the orb in one gulp.
Flauros grin turned deriding, "Excellent."
What does he believe in?
Lord Marvel rubbed his thumb against the corner of his lips looking at it to see ruby ichor. Even now he couldn't help but be impressed. Here he is, using the current extent of his full power, and it is still a draw.
"I fight for my people!" The Dragon cried out amidst the dark rampant storm. "Not like I expect a God like you to understand!"
For whom does he fight for?
'Ah, I get it now.' Marvel's eyes gained a new glow, with the flow of divinity pulsing out of him turbulently. 'This battle…' His form became lightning.
A portion of her face ruined, pain coursing through her body in fitful spams. In all her life and unlife, the God before her is the only one who had ever caused her so much pain in a fistfight. But she knew that this was not the time to relish it.
She clenched her teeth, weathering the mountain sundering blows. 'This battle…' Her form turned one with the flames of chaos.
Their determination took physical form, stirring their blazing divine auras to greater heights!
""I can't afford to lose!""
" Ahhhhhhh!"
With loud battle cries, both their punches turned into lasers. Their fight had once again, ascended to a higher level.
A battle of Gods with the same origin.
"What the hell is happening?!" Olga Marie screeched over the emergency blaring sirens. "Romani, give me the details, now!"
"Di-Director, the ambient magical gauge within 400 miles is through the roof! This reaction is outrageous… They are causing a time-space fracture by punching the hell out of each other!"
"Wow~" Leonardo whistled. "I don't even know whether to be scared or impressed."
"Be scared dammit!"
Who, or what is he?
'Do you know the reason you won't win against her? It's because unlike her, you have been constraining yourself as a mere mortal rather than the God you are.' The Machine God rumbled.
"I get it Zeus; I damn well get it!"
A man?
"Nice to meet you, I'm Billy Batson. A Master from Chaldea."
A God?
Billy clicked his teeth, as he saw the dragon horde approaching, "Ah screw this. SHAZAM!"
Or…
The sky turned pitch dark, unlike the previous storms, this time all signs of light was snuffed from the world, plunging it to a faux-like eternal darkness.
All living beings, humans, Servants, even the immaterial like the air, space and time trembled. Whatever is coming was too frightful to be comprehended. The magnitude of its existence too big to be understood.
Even so, they appreciated its transcendence.
Its otherworldliness.
Its perfection.
Its sublime power
Its madness!
But yes, if asked what they heard while it all happened, it was… The bleating of ravenous goats.
The Devil…
She couldn't stop shivering, she couldn't stop the fear from springing out, she couldn't stop the frightened whizzes, and she couldn't stop the urge to abscond.
The Goddess did not fear death, for she understood that death is what all existence must face, a form of end that must be. But this, this. She was utterly terrified of its existence.
Such an existence does not belong in the world of Man. For it was not a mortal, neither was it a God.
Clenching her stump, the Goddess inched back in reflex. Her face began to perspire in sweat, while she struggled to breathe. "What kind of monstrosity are you?"
…..
She gave a deranged huff, trying to reign in the corruption. All the while holding back the powerful urge to kill herself. "What am I saying, when the answer is just right before me. Yes, you are not a God, at least not the one I know. But rather… The Devil."
Across the eternal fields of Immateruim. The horned figure stood in the middle of the dark sea, surrounded by millions of Baphomets who paid obeisance while chanting in an illogical language.
Etched upon its chest was the prominent sign, S. Rested upon his hands was a humongous black sword that dripped darkness like a murky substance, from the steel millions of cries of the dammed echoed out.
Lifting its eyes towards the Goddess, Billy- no, the Devil grinned.