Play 'I can't fit in'
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A blood-red moon hung high in the abyssal sky, casting its eerie glow upon a land long forsaken. The earth beneath them was cracked and lifeless, the remnants of forgotten battles still etched into its ruined landscape.
And yet—two divine figures stood at its heart.
One, bathed in an aura of cosmic balance, her very existence a bridge between life and death.
Her silvery-white hair, streaked with deep black, cascaded down her back like flowing stardust, shifting between the light of creation and the shadows of the void. Her heterochromatic eyes—one golden, one abyssal black—held the weight of eternity itself. She was an entity of both warmth and finality.
Her robe, woven from the essence of duality itself, shimmered with ever-shifting black and white fabric, depicting an eternal dance of beginnings and ends. The celestial diadem upon her head shone like the threads of fate, and the faint glow of a soul-essence bracelet on her wrist pulsed with the unseen movement of spirits.
Eterna—the Goddess of Life and Death.
Opposite her stood a darker force, equal in beauty yet wrapped in an air of enchanting danger.
Long raven-black hair flowed like liquid silk, catching glimpses of deep violet under the moonlight. Her amethyst-purple eyes gleamed with an unnatural radiance, carrying an allure that was both mesmerizing and terrifying.
Her elegant black and deep-violet gown whispered against the wind, shifting between ethereal grace and battle-ready form. Crimson and silver sigils traced the fabric, symbols of a dominion built upon destruction and command. Around her neck, a crystalline choker pulsed faintly with infernal energy, a silent heartbeat of untapped ruin.
Nyxara—the Goddess of Destruction.
Two beings.
Two sisters.
One battle that would shake the very fabric of reality.
For a moment, silence ruled between them.
The wind howled. The ground trembled beneath their presence.
Nyxara lifted her scythe—Synth of Destruction, a blade forged from the ashes of annihilated worlds. It radiated with an oppressive force, a hunger that devoured everything in its path.
Eterna held Synth of Death, her scythe carved from the essence of mortality itself. A weapon that had severed the fates of gods and mortals alike.
Nyxara smirked. "Shall we begin, dear sister?"
Eterna remained calm, unmoved.
"This time," she whispered, "I will not let you fall into ruin."
Nyxara's laugh echoed through the battlefield.
"Fall? Oh, Eterna… I never fell. I embraced my purpose."
Her eyes glowed—and in the next instant—
She moved.
BOOOOOOM!
A single step forward, and the ground beneath her crumbled into nothingness.
Her scythe carved through space itself, sending a massive wave of destruction toward Eterna.
The attack devoured reality in its wake.
Eterna's gaze sharpened.
With a mere flick of her wrist, she vanished.
A heartbeat later, she reappeared behind Nyxara, her scythe already descending in a precise arc, aiming for a clean, decisive strike.
CLANG!
Nyxara twisted, intercepting the attack.
The impact sent a shockwave across the battlefield.
The very air shattered.
The earth beneath them split apart.
The crimson moon trembled.
Neither relented.
Their weapons clashed again and again, each strike more devastating than the last.
A battle of existence and oblivion.
A war between sister.
Something is… Wrong
Eterna moved with flawless precision, her every motion calculated, her scythe an extension of fate itself.
Yet—
Nyxara was… faster. Stronger. More relentless than ever before.
Eterna's golden eye narrowed.
There was something different about Nyxara.
Something foreign within her power.
Every time their blades met, Eterna felt it—
A pulse of unfamiliar energy.
Something that didn't belong.
Something that wasn't hers.
Her grip on her scythe tightened.
"Nyxara," she murmured mid-battle, her voice calm but firm. "What… is this power?"
Nyxara smiled.
But she didn't answer.
Instead—
Her attacks became faster.
Heavier.
Eterna was forced to step back—a rare occurrence.
A first.
Her lips pressed into a thin line.
"…So, you refuse to speak."
She exhaled—
And then, for the first time in their battle—
She unleashed her full power.
A golden-white inferno ignited around her.
The fabric of existence rippled as her divine essence expanded.
Her silver-white and black hair fluttered wildly, her celestial aura surging in full force.
Life and death intertwined, creating a devastating storm of opposing forces.
Eterna struck.
Her scythe moved like the final judgment, its blade carrying the weight of both rebirth and oblivion.
BOOOOOM!
The ground beneath them was obliterated.
The skies tore apart.
A strike that could end gods—
Yet—
Nyxara blocked it.
No—she didn't just block it.
She smiled as she did.
Eterna's breath hitched.
"Impossible…"
Nyxara's strength had already surpassed hers—again.
As if her power was still rising.
Still… growing.
Eterna clenched her teeth.
She didn't know what this foreign force inside Nyxara was.
But one thing was clear—
She was losing.
Nyxara moved—lightning fast.
Her scythe howled through the air, its blade coated in pure destruction.
Eterna barely had time to block.
CLANG!
The force sent her skidding backward, her divine robes torn, a gash appearing across her arm.
Nyxara stood tall, unharmed.
"I expected more from you, sister," she taunted, tilting her head.
Eterna took a shaky breath.
She had never struggled against Nyxara like this before.
The realization struck like a cold dagger.
She was being overpowered.
And Nyxara knew it.
Her sister raised her scythe again.
Eterna was about to fall.
And then—
A blur.
A terrifying presence entered the battlefield.
And the world—
Froze.
Eterna's breath was uneven. Her body, usually a perfect balance of life and death, now trembled. The weight of her injuries slowed her, and her dual-colored eyes flickered in exhaustion.
Nyxara stood above her.
Tall. Unscathed. Unstoppable.
Her raven-black hair, laced with violet light, flowed behind her like the veil of the abyss. Her amethyst-purple eyes burned with an unnatural glow, exuding a presence far beyond what Eterna had ever known.
That foreign power.
It had consumed her.
Nyxara lifted her scythe, Synth of Destruction, high above her head.
A weapon that had ended worlds.
"Sis" she said softly, almost lovingly.
Then—her gaze hardened.
"You should have joined me when you had the chance."
The blade fell.
A downward arc, swift and merciless, carrying the absolute force of annihilation.
The ground collapsed beneath its mere presence.
Space itself shattered.
Time stilled.
It was over.
Or at least—it should have been.
Because the moment before the scythe could end Eterna—
A blur passed through the battlefield.
A presence so fast that the air itself refused to react.
A force so terrifying that for the first time in her existence—
Nyxara froze.
A mere instant ago, the battlefield had been filled with Nyxara's destruction and Eterna's defiance.
Now—
The entire space was still.
Eterna's golden eye widened as she stared at her sister—
Her sister, who only moments ago had been unshakable, confident, dominant.
Now?
Nyxara's amethyst eyes were wide with horror.
Her entire body was trembling.
And then—she ran.
Nyxara, the Goddess of Destruction, the ruler of demons, the conqueror of realms—
She turned and fled.
But it was already too late.
A hand caught her throat.
A force beyond gods and demons lifted her from the ground, holding her effortlessly in midair.
Nyxara's scythe—a divine weapon of ruin—vanished from her grasp.
Her limbs thrashed, but she couldn't move.
She was held like a mere insect.
And now—his image became clear.
Zar.
His golden eyes shone like twin suns, holding an overwhelming presence that seemed to smother all of reality.
The air around him was shattered just by his existence.
He wasn't using an attack.
He wasn't using his power.
He was merely standing there.
And that alone was enough to send pure terror through Nyxara's entire being.
His gaze was cold. Empty.
He tilted his head slightly, as if inspecting a mere ant.
Then, in a voice so calm it silenced the world, he spoke—
"Hey... don't you think you've lived too long?"
Eterna gasped.
"NO!"
She tried to move—
But her body refused to obey.
She could only watch.
Nyxara's mouth opened, trying to speak—
But her body began to break apart.
Void particles.
Her form—once so elegant, powerful, untouchable—
Was now dissolving before Eterna's very eyes.
Nyxara screamed.
Not in rage.
Not in defiance.
But in pure, unfiltered horror.
Her entire existence was unraveling.
Her eyes—those once mesmerizing amethyst orbs—were filled with despair.
Her hands reached forward, as if trying to grab onto anything—anything to hold onto life.
But there was nothing.
There was only Zar.
Only his merciless gaze.
And then—
Nyxara was gone.
Her entire form had vanished.
Like she had never existed.
Silence.
Absolute.
Crushing.
Eterna's knees collapsed to the ground.
Her arms trembled as she reached out—
Reached for where Nyxara had just been.
Where her sister had just stood.
But there was nothing.
Only empty air.
Only void.
Her lips parted, but no words came out.
No sound.
Only the overwhelming weight of what she had just witnessed.
Her sister—dead.
Erased.
Gone.
And Zar?
He merely looked down at her.
As if nothing had happened.
As if her sister's existence had meant nothing.
And for the first time in her eternal life—
Eterna felt something she had never felt before.
Despair.
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AUTH here, and I'm having a brain fart moment I forgot to add something super important to the chapter (I look unreal).. BUT, I've got my act together now (sort of)! I've updated the chapter, so go check it out!
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