"The following events occurred on January 11th, 1994: the day of the first New Moon of the new year. I wish I could tell you why he wished to carry it out on that date but even that's a mystery to me now... especially considering the King's condition now. It was the day of Fates. The day--we changed the world."
The Past.
Atop the Royal palace, King Barron walked past his meditating nephew seated in the rooftop center, eventually reaching the ten blindfolded sacrifices. He snapped--flawlessly releasing the blinds from their eyes. The moment his golden irises pierced their souls' inner depths, they were eternally indebted; and so, the King spoke.
"Perish," commanded Barron, pointing at them through divine strands.
The ten sacrifices were compelled to obey--individually conjuring a simple knife of Fate, and holding it to their throats. Once the King turned away, the prisoners heeded their master and slit open their throats. Post-mortem Fate summoned moments before death swirled into the air in the form of colored beams of life; their souls. The spirits circled above Divine idle behind Eros.
The King started laughing, throwing aside his cloak and stomping into the ground. "Begin, EROS!!" He screamed.
Amit's pupils expanded. Instantly, he jumped upright and steadily inhaled, enhancing his Fate's flow however momentarily while his uncle started channeling the souls. Two fingers up and both eyes closed, the King started chanting.
"Cityscape! Sunshine! Moonlight! Dark angel! Another world! Kismet! Requiem Emperor! Sunshine! Rivers! Augustus! Unconquerable! Displacement!"
The hostless souls floating above him began vanishing into the Crown, boosting Divine's power to levels beyond what should be humanly possible! Surging with ability, the King temporarily reveled in his newfound strength--admiring his muscles, flexing his bones, and feeling his hair.
"YES!! THIS FEELS INCREDIBLE! FINALLY, BROTHER, WE WILL ACHIEVE OUR DREAM TOGETHER!" The King looked at Eros. "ARE YOU READY, NEPHEW!" His grin only grew wider.
Eros keeled over, maintaining his stomach while his aura erratically distorted. "Just... JUST DO IT ALREADY!!"
"HAHA!" The King's arm threw back behind, temporarily curving his hand across the air before launching his hand, pointing forward. A miniature beam of golden-colored Fate shot through the air, inevitably piercing Amit's unstable chest. "IT HIT!! YES!"
Having been imbued with his uncle's Fate through the chest, King Barron briefly gained control of the young man's soul--simply extending his closed hand before spreading it open, detonating his aura, and watching it flash across the sky.
"I see. So this is the Unconquerable Fate I've heard so much about," said the King, appreciating the violet essence illuming his bulk. "How wonderful. Now, let the future begin. Show me the truth... Disastrous."
An otherworldly monster with eight arms and faces, long white hair, and blood-red eyes appeared from behind the King. Only once did its scarlet eyes shine. After that, the heavens cut apart, revealing the truth behind Fate and the dimension it inhabited. He would only realize why seconds later, but he'd been arrogant. Believing himself to be the Absolute, he wished to venture into other worlds to see their fighters' innate potential and if they posed a chance against him. He'd grown all but bored with this world and all lives within him. A pathetic man striving for power above all else who hadn't even considered why the secrets of the world were secrets, to begin with.
The monster behind the King vanished; the Unconquerable aura within him followed suit. "Huh..?" He stared at his hand.
The cleave in the sky widened. The King could only watch as a lone man dropped from the Heavens and indented the Royal rooftop, standing from his crouch while waving away the dust cloud. Long white hair, blood-red eyes, but only two arms and one face. Even the man seemed to notice this as he looked to the side, raising his right arm and scoffing, shoving both hands in his hoodie.
"Stupid," he said.
The King groaned, slowly summoning his aura. 'Disastrous is gone. I don't understand. Who is this man? I don't sense any Fate within him at all! That... that should be impossible!'
"Hm?" The man's head turned. "So you are him. I see. The one I was bound to." He put a hand on his chest. "I'll grant you this only because I admire your strength. I am the Disastrous Monster God, Malum Monstrum. Fight me, why don't you? Show me the truth of that power you wield!!"
"What--!'
The King's eyes widened, reflexively covering his face with both arms the instant Monstrum swiftly dashed past.
The Disastrous chuckled from behind his foe. "How fascinating. You managed to react. I'm impressed." He pointed at him. "Your power intrigues me. Gift it to me, why don't you... Master?"
Barron sucked his teeth and punched the ground, sending numerous shockwaves through the roof. Monstrum jumped back into the air, spinning around, simultaneously throwing his fist behind him and hearing it thud into the King's open arms.
A surprise won't work. Divine vanished again, constantly reappearing all around the enemy to brutally assault his helpless build. The Disastrous fell onto the roof, rolling away from a sudden thunder strike, spotting the lightning bolt pierce the palace summit. He snatched it, holding it tight between his demonic-black talons.
'What! The lightning!'
The King warped across the air, instantly appearing right before Malum and punching him in the gut. Surprisingly, Malum reacted, gasping up blood before falling to his knees, slowly beginning to laugh. After retreating into the night's endless shadows, Monstrum manifested behind the King, stabbing the man's back and then releasing it from his flesh.
Fingertips tracing his bloody talons, the Disastrous smirked while the King collapsed to one knee. "That Crown of yours is useless against me, I see. Isn't it supposed to be omniscient though?"
Divine screamed. "YOU DARE!!" The Crown brightened immensely, summoning the ten sacrifices residuals and enriching his motionless Fate, watching it scrape the skies. "I'LL TEAR YOU APART!!"
Malum sighed. "This fight is beneath me. Reveal yourself... Veil."
A blackened figure appeared before the Disastrous. Aiming his finger like a gun, the King shot Fate at his foe, watching Monstrum's hand raise before falling off after surviving the blast.
"I see. So you're not just talk after all."
The King snarled. Monstrum's speed increased tenfold, hazily sprinting all across the palace rooftop—golden explosions relentlessly tailing. Surpassing the Crown's superiority, he reappeared instantly behind the King, raising one hand and cutting through his shoulder before retreating into the shadows located directly under him.
Hitching his breath, Barron fell to his knees and held his arm, slowly recovering as his pale hand brightened. His shadow towering over him, the Disastrous removed the hands from his hoodie, smirking down at the King before crouching on both knees.
"Your abilities are indeed impressive. Unfortunately, they're just not up to par with someone of potentials like me or my 'friends'," he said.
He quickly calmed his breath. "F…. 'Friends'?"
Malum nodded. "The dimension you opened by using another's 'energy' is something far worse than you ever could've imagined. We are Displacements—beings encompassed from the energy you humans manipulate and ten times stronger than the average 'Fate-user' as you call it." He smirked, one hand on his hip. "Sorry, Divine, but your search has ended. Everyone else in your universe is nothing more than a fraud parading around what seems like strength only to throw it away whenever their selfish desires arise."
The King stood, simultaneously throwing his fist and striving to punch Monstrum's white face.
Swiftly, the Disastrous caught the blow. He smirked at Divine as his eyes flashed red. "Veil." The same black figure from earlier emerged from Monstrum, slicing the air with its hand and easily dismembering the King's right arm.
Monstrum sighed, wiping the blood from his cheek. "How pitiful; the strongest of this realm crumbles at my feet bloody and beaten. To be defeated by someone lesser than yourself—" he pointed down at the King. "—doesn't that give you such delightful despair?"
He punched Barron in the face, watching the king's body fly after the attack launched him. Monstrum vanished, widely smirking, instantly reappearing behind the king and grabbing him by the hair, falling ever further and slamming his face into the roof. Standing upright, the Disastrous crazily laughed, continuously kicking Divine's defenseless build with his darkened foot.
Eyes rolled back, face leaking blood, the King weakly groaned—unable to find the strength nor drive to start moving. He'd been all but defeated at the strongest Displacement's blood-stained hands, leaving the King to dread Monstrum's name and the unfathomable strength embodying his being.
Suddenly, the Disastrous heard a noise, slowly withdrawing his leg from the King before swiftly turning around to block another attack. Raised arms steaming, Monstrum lowly growled, glaring over his limbs at the violet-eyed Amit and his long silver hair.
"Hm?" Malum turned around completely. "And who're you supposed to be?"
Eros was silent; Unconquerable aura swaying around him, the man shot daggers at his uncle's mutilator. The Disastrous smirked. The flow of his Fate was unmistakable.
"I see. You're the one I was birthed from. Eros Amit… right?"
To Be Cont.