Amon: A cloud of smoke billowed in an alien world as he stepped through, scanning the surroundings. "Sire believes someone here knows the whereabouts of the scepter. If that's true, I have to find them and extract the information quickly." His eyes were drawn to a nearby tree with large leaves drooping down, concealing something beneath them.
"Hmm..." He began to approach the tree, sensing its unusual energy. His instincts suddenly kicked in, and he dashed backward just in time to avoid a burst of purple energy that shot right past where he was about to step. "You are smarter than the average person."
Galacor: He stepped out from behind the tree, a large purple and blue glowing aura radiating from his body. "I am anything but average, stranger. I presume you are here for me... Perhaps I have killed someone you knew?" He walked fully into view, staring intently at the well-dressed figure shrouded in black smoke.
Amon: He placed his hands inside of his pockets, staring Galacor down, hate slowly building within his eyes, "If you have run into anybody I know, you would already be dead, but I am not here because of anything relating to your line of work. I seek information..."
Galacor: "Information? You must be quite ballsy to come at me with such a demand, and just as stupid to think I would ever listen to you." He crossed his arms, leaning back as he stared down Amon.
Amon: His gaze lowered slightly, "Choosing to be difficult, of course, someone of your kind would choose to do something so arrogant...Very well, I will extract the information from your cold dead hands." A black cube formed between his hands, spinning rapidly as he charged up his void magic, but before he could unleash his ability a purple figure appeared before him, clashing its fist into Amon's face. "Augh!" His body slammed into the planet's ground, shattering the ground and eradicating the trees with unknown energy.
Galacor: He chuckled, "Did you honestly believe you could just stand there, attack from a distance, and remain safe? You're not as clever as you think. Phantom Mask!" The Phantom appeared beside Galacor and rushed forward, launching a barrage of punches. "One hit is all it takes."
Amon: With every attempt, the punches impacted an invisible cube-like barrier surrounding his body. "I don't need to hear anything you have to say, you insignificant fuck..." He raised his hand, the ground beneath Galacor's feet turning black as void magic burst from the ground attempting to engulf him.
Galacor: He swiftly moved out of the way before it could get him, he looked back at the spot and noticed a white void where he once stood. "A void user? This is the first time I've seen that before, most of the people I capture or kill don't have abilities like this. But, as of recently, I have begun to understand that not everyone is completely useless. I will not underestimate you and certainly will not fall to someone like you!"
The Phantom appeared again, its hands glowing a bright blue, and a strange powerful force homed in upon Amon. The entire planet began to glow blue as the force itself was crushing it. "BEHOLD! The true power of the Phantom!" the planet began to crush itself around Amon, entrapping him in a case of the planet's materials until it exploded. He landed upon a floating platform, gazing into the rubble. "And here I thought you would have been a challenge for the phantom, such disappointment..."
Amon: He backhanded the back of Galacor's head, knocking him down through the platform and onto a large chunk of rubble. "You got dirt, all over my suit. Your filthy presence annoys me, my master was right, all of creation is just one grand mistake..." He brushed off his suit, staring down toward Galacor.
Galacor: He gripped his hand on the surface of the meteorite he sat on, staring down at the ground as orange blood dripped from his head. He touched his newly formed wound, rubbing the blood between his fingers, he suddenly let out a laugh. "For someone who claims to know a lot about me, you failed to be knowledgeable on just one thing..."
Amon: "I do not care enough about you or your pathetic species to give a fuck, your words bore me!" He appeared before Galacor, striking him once more with a more powerful blow, but his attack was blocked this time. "What-" He stared down at Galacor in shock.
Galacor: "If your first hit isn't fatal, you will never land another attack!", he thrusted his wrist blade through Amon's shoulder before punching him in the face, sending his body flying down to another platform. "Phantom's Mask." The Phantom appeared before Amon, sending a barrage of punches into his body, the force of the attack shattered the platform, and he continued to punch Amon's body from platform to platform.
Amon: He sunk his claws onto a nearby small platform as he flew by, attempting to dodge the barrage of attacks, only to get punched across the face. The smoke on his body went down, revealing his black obsidian-like textured body underneath. His hands tremble, standing up, turning towards Galacor, "You worthless, pathetic mortal...Relying on your little ability to carry you through this fight, it's distasteful."
Galacor: He scoffed at Amon's remark, "You believe I need just my ability to harm you?" He swung at Amon's face, his blade drawn to go in for the killing blow. As his fist closed in on Amon, he saw something for a split second within Amon, a menacing darkness, something of pure evil. "What-"
Amon: He parried his attack, hitting Galacor's arm away before channeling a large amount of negative energy into his fist and punching Galacor in the face, sending him flying into a nearby star. The force of his body hitting it caused the Star to explode and destroy most of the revolving star system. He waved his hand, a flat black void plain protected him from the blast, "You will keep your worthless hands off of me! Your species disgusts me enough as it is."
Galacor: The side of his face was shattered, and his armor was heavily damaged, glitching and shifting around as blood leaked from his form, he was lucky to be alive. His hands trembled as he grabbed ahold of the ground, trying to lift himself out of the rubble he sat in, his mask cracked off his face, revealing his monstrous mouth. "This cannot be..." He spat out a bunch of blood as he spoke, "What the hell was that inside of him..." He reached out his hand, attempting to crawl forward.
Amon: He stomped on Galacor's hand, staring down at him, "You've glimpsed it, haven't you? My master's divine glory, a fragment of the magnificent future awaiting us. A world free from the grasp of creativity, an ideology so great that the hate that resides within me cannot reach it, even I find it beautiful. Can you feel it? The desire to bask in that glory, to transcend the mundane! Imagine a world without imperfections, where weaknesses vanish. I crave that perfection and liberation, consumed by the beauty to come, transformed by his divine hands!"
He grabbed Galacor by his neck, raised him into the air, and used his magic to force out Phantom's Mask. The smoke surrounding his arm formed a blade as he thrust it through the Phantom, causing Galacor and the Phantom to bleed from the newly formed hole.
"The relentless quest to build often crumbles into oblivion, overshadowed by the brilliance of true power! Bow in awe, for unstoppable greatness will rise, consuming all in its path while everything else fades into insignificance! I am fervently consumed by the vision of this magnificent ascendance!"
Galacor: He coughed up a lot of blood, trying not to choke on it. "Wow, that's quite the sound of obsession. Do you really think that the end of everything is the answer to finding peace? Because, well, that includes you too dumbass..."
Amon: He laughed, spitting on Galacor's face, "I am aware of the sacrifices as I and the other followers are. We know that we will fall just as same, but to be a part of his glorious memory is the greatest treasure any of us could ever be given!" He grabbed Galacor by his head, "Your adaptability is quite pathetic, you can only adapt to the previous level so if anybody becomes stronger than your weak form they can beat you, it's sad." He slammed his face into the ground, kicking him in the gut.
Galacor: His body grew weaker with every impact, he could feel the darkness of death overtaking his body. Weakly, he grabbed his necklace, staring at the glowing purple gemstone. "I am sorry Lyth..."
Amon: He grabbed the necklace from Galacor, kicking him aside, tossing it on the ground, and then stomping on it. "Clinging onto a lost lover? That lowers you even further in my eyes, normally I would leave but watching you die slowly is more than satisfying..." He crouched down to Galacor's level, staring into his fading eyes.
Galacor: "P-Phantom's..." He reached out, attempting to summon The Phantom to aid him one last time, but his power was too weak. His arm fell limp, as the last of the light had left his eyes.
Amon: He scoffed, "Mortals always fall so easily..." He stood up and jumped to a different platform.
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