As time passed the small almost imperceptible dent on the two statues become more and more apparent, that wasn't all! The stone statues also began shaking as if whoever was inside was trying to break free! The statue of the man shook constantly as the body cracked.
The woman statue also shook slightly as more cracks appeared on the body. Eventually small bits of the statues crumbled downwards becoming dust that scattered everywhere!
Eventually all the dust fell from their bodies as the two statues slowly showed signed of life, the statue of the man or rather, the man who was once a statue eye lids slowly twitched as his finger made subtly movements.
The man had slightly long blonde hair that reaches his back, his skin was pale and dressed in an imposing armor that was painted with the purest gold.
His eyes which were closed for a very long time slowly opened, showing his beautiful green pupils. "Ugh, how long have I been asleep?" He wondered, gazing at his surroundings.
As for the female, once all the dust fell from her beautiful curvy body was completely removed her violet Amathyst eyes slowly opened, she had long black hair that reaches just a little below her buttocks, her lips were painted with a deep shade of red. She was dressed in a female style armor that looked like it was made from the purest silver.
".... This? What is happening? Why or how is it possible for us to be alive?" The black-haired woman asked, her expression showing confusion. She didn't know how much time had passed since she was turned to stone but, she could still remember her last moments clearly, as though it had happened just recently. Well... considering the fact that she had been asleep since then the incident was still fresh and recent in her mind.
What she didn't understand was how is she alive right now, did her master survive? The possibility wasn't zero but, considering the fact that he was cornered by the gods and goddesses such a thing should be impossible, right? She was created by the god of death and had a strong connection to his soul, it was or should have been impossible for her or her brother to survive without her master, they literally shared the same life!
Her mind was filled with complicated thoughts as she tried to comprehend the situation but, "Sigh, it's no good, seriously what is going on." The black-haired woman sighed, "It seems were both confused in this situation, though, it's understandable. What's happening here should be impossible." The blonde-haired man said.
"Lincoln, how is it possible you can remain calm in this situation?" The black-haired woman asked, the blonde-haired man who goes by the name Lincoln shrugged his shoulders before pointing into a certain direction.
The black-haired woman subconsciously looked off into that direction and narrowed her violet eyes, it was incredibly difficult to see where he was pointing due to the darkness that had shrouded the surrounding, but the black-haired woman enhanced her vision using magic. Effectively increasing her perception.
"Thats?!" Once she had seen passed the murky darkness and saw what Lincoln was pointing at her eyes widened. Sitting on an extravagant throne was a skeleton that was covered with a robe she recognizes at a glance! Once she saw that robe her fist clenched fiercely, a powerful killing intent suddenly erupted from her body. And for an instant it felt like the entire interior had shaken!
"Those bastards! I swear I will kill them!" Her voice was like it had come from the coldest parts of the world as not even a single warmth could be felt from it! Lincoln felt a shiver run down his spine when he heard the voice of his little sister.
'Seriously I really hate it when I'm left alone with her in this state.' He thought, the god of death had many soldiers who once worked for his army, his little sister, Alina had a very important position she wasn't the strongest, but she was still among the few who shouldn't be angered. Even the god of death had a terrible time dealing with her.
"Sigh, please calm down even if you rage it won't change anything now, will it? What's done is done. Right now, we should be thinking of something else, how are we still alive? That skeleton over there is obviously our master and, as our soul was bonded with his we should have parish along with him." Lincoln said, as he placed his hand beneath his chin with a contemplative expression.
"Ah?!" Hearing Lincoln words Alina came back to her senses. She was so lost in her anger that she had forgotten this fact, indeed they were connected with their master's soul, he died but they were somehow still alive, Alina couldn't understand how such a thing was possible.
"Lincoln, do you feel your connection with him?" She asked, looking at the man who stood before her. Lincoln simply shook his head in confirmation. He could feel his soul was connected to another soul somewhere but, such a connection was weak and very faint. He couldn't locate who the soul belongs to even if he tried but, 'Mhm, how strange... this feeling it reminds me of master.' He thought.
Lincoln turned his eyes towards the skeleton who sat on the gorgeous looking throne a short distance away and narrow his eyes, the fact that this skeleton is here means that master had definitely died, he was sure of that so, the question is who does this connection belongs to? He furrowed his brow in thought, as various possibility flash through his mind.
He could clearly remember the events that had transpired that day, when the god of death declared war on the gods! It was the day when they fought against the godly beings who were known as the strongest! The day they were turned to stone. Lincoln gritted his teeth.
....
A billion years in the past...
The scene was bloodied, and a mountain of corpse could be seen. A river of blood flowing in a natural way. The scent of blood covered the surroundings giving an eerier feeling to the already gruesome sight!
Standing amidst such a sight was a handsome man with long silver hair that danced freely in the night wind, the man narrowed his eyes as he gazed at the three people who stood in the distance.
A muscular man with a robust body holding a giant axe could be seen there. He was the god of earth and the one responsible for creating many structures that exist in the current era, standing next to him was the goddess of fire. A beautiful woman with a curvy body, her bright red hair came down to her waist, she was dressed in a beautiful black gown.
Standing next to her was a handsome man with blonde hair who seemed to be in his twenties, he was the god of gravity a powerful god, who easily rivaled the god of death, though. Due to the god of deaths ability to manipulate soul and control death, even the god of gravity would have a difficult time against him.
"Hendrix, stop this foolish war! Maybe against one or two gods you would be considered invincible but, against all do you really think you stand a chance?" The god of earth Charles exclaimed. He narrowed his black eyes as the earth beneath his feet shook constantly, as cracks were created. The god of death, Hendrix said nothing he just looked at the gods and goddess as though he was looking at mere ants and snorted. "Against all of you, you say? Perhaps you are correct we gods have a natural order and there is a balance that keeps that 'order' in check but... do you really think you are all my equal?" Hendrix asked, his already red eyes became even more prominent in color as a powerful pressure was released.
"Hmm. Isn't he overestimating himself too much?" The god of gravity, Maverick suddenly said, his eyes filled with killing intent! Even though he was calm on the outside only he knew how troubled he felt on the inside, that was because the man known as the 'God of death' was not someone who could easily be killed, he was literally the 'God of death!' how could someone with that title actually die! In all honestly it was impossible unless... 'We should destroy his soul' He thought.
Even if they somehow manage to kill the god of death, his soul will just go through the reincarnation cycle, and he could be reborn again. He is the one who has complete control over the reincarnation system after all.
Usually when one is reborn, they lose all their memories and start over again bran new but, the god of death was different he wouldn't lose his memories no matter how many times he is reborn that's what made him such a troublesome opponent. Maverick sighed.
The goddess of fire stayed silent as she watches Hendrix with complicated eyes. Honestly, she didn't want to face the god of death, even for her flames which is able to burn not only the body but also the soul the chances of her winning were simply too low, usually she wouldn't even attempt it as she knew how dangerous he was.
A silence filled the surroundings as Hendrix gazed at the gods and goddess with complete indifference on his face. Slowly he raised his hand and subtly negative energy filled with the concept of death begins to shroud his outstretch hand!