Chapter 67: CHP67: Helping a Broken Man before Heading to Hell Pt1
Gotta helps my man guts really quick.
Fuck Griffeth man, got to do this one for my dogs who hate Griffeth.
Hopefully you enjoy this little pit stop before heading to Hell.
In that place Wrath will finally have some crazy fights that will push him.
He is going to the 11th circle of the Hell Planes, that place is where the realm multiverse destroying demons are.
Peace-
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[Void of Space-time in the Omegaverse]
*KRgummmm*
The huge form of Visera could be seen flying at incredible speed's threw a silverish grey void, there were many small and huge lights.
These lights were all connected by white lines, these lines looked like a nervous system.
They zigged and zagged all over the place, thrumming with power.
Visera was currently flying threw one of them, her body was covered in a silver thin line of space time energy.
When entering this place, Wrath decided to take proper measures to make sure that they were safe, just in case there was anything weird about.
So, he covered himself, Visera, and Crixus in a thin veil of spacetime energy.
Sitting upon Visera, Wrath could be seen concentrating on finding a certain spot in the spacetime of all of reality.
He had a line of connection to a certain spot in this spacetime that he could sort out.
It was a line that gave off a feeling of lust, pain, depravity and all other type of insane gross things.
Wrath could also sense something else deep, deep down in this line that led him, it was a familiar feeling.
But he couldn't pinpoint what it was.
So, this was another reason to go to that creation, besides Guts.
It was curiosity and eagerness to learn.
So, since he had this line, Wrath knew this was the right one.
Now all he needed was a simple signal or sign.
And he would soon have it.
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[A Dark World]
This world's sky was dark and heavy, the worlds atmosphere was grey with rain.
The rain was filled with a defiling stench that you could never seem to get rid of.
Its essence washed over the ground.
The muddy ground was filled with the random dead bodies of poor souls caught up in the nefarious plans of others.
Random dead trees filled the area with their twisted long branches.
Under one such tree, there was a figure of stout young man surrounded by a black cloak.
This man suited in a dark black armor and a long wide black sword stood near a tree.
His ruff looking face showed signs of pain, loss, fear, and rage.
The man's short spikey black hair stood in the wind like a flower, just waving in whatever direction it wants.
His one open eye filled with a line of tears; the man was on the brink of collapse.
But the whisper of a name made all of his feelings be burned away with only one emotion.
And that was Wrath.
Guts stood holding his sword with is only arm.
"Griffith!"
The name was like poison coming out of his mouth.
It has only been a little over two and a half years since that horrid day, the day he lost his arm, his eye and the one thing he loved the most.
'Casca.' he thought somberly.
A person that was once a bright light in this cruel world, now nothing more than a shell of her former self.
And all because of the one man that they all looked up to!
Guts remembered how she couldn't even recognize him; her mind was broken, like her body.
He even tried to fix her mind, and he sort of succeeded, but it came at a cost.
His hopeful wishing that maybe he could've had a life with her.
But just like his pathetic life, it was ripped away from him, Casca can't even look at him without breaking down in despair.
A woman who when looking at him breaks down even more, so he had to leave her be.
And like the world had to remind him once again that he could never have anything, some twisted form of the old Griffith came back and took her away.
He never even gave Guts the time of day either, just looking down on him like he was lower than even the dirt itself.
His attacks where like nothing to that Griffith either, he toyed around him like a dog.
Guts mind took a darker tone as he imagined them far off in the kingdom of Falconia.
Images of the eclipse flashed in his mind; his own twisted mind gave him images of them problem fucking their brains out in the kingdom.
They laughed with one another, and him?
He was an afterthought.
*Bammm*
Punching the tree in front of him, Guts wondered was this life even worth it.
*Bammm*
'That fucking Griffith and GodHand, they just come and do whatever they please.'
*Bammm*
His darkness grew even more as thoughts of destroying that so-called paradise on earth filled his mind.
*Bammm*
Gritting his teeth as he thought about that, Guts was unaware of his punches growing stronger and faster.
*Bammm*
Guts punched the tree over and over again, to the point that the tree gave in and splintered apart.
*Thwackkkk*
*Pooof*
This brought Guts out of his angry thoughts.
His rage simmered down, and tears fell from his eyes.
Can't he even have anything or is he just some toy to be used and discarded away after his usefulness is over.
He remembered his weakness, his pain of never being able to have his vengeance.
It was like he just a puppet, and his strings were being pulled to however far the world would allow.
To top it all off, his own worst enemy deems him beneath his attention.
Guts struggled with these thoughts and his own inner darkness, the beast.
It was a never-ending whisper in his ear, calling for the bloodshed of the world, the consumption of the flesh of the people.
To bath this world in fire and blood!
Gripping his sword even harder, Guts hand began to bleed.
*Drip*
*Drip*
*Drip*
His blood dripped onto the earth, and he wondered that if he finally gave into his beast, would he finally be able to have vengeance.
Was that the only way.
Whether he wanted to or not, Guts knew that by giving into that monster that he would be no different from Griffith.
And this angered him to no end.
But it was his only choice.
Or was it?
"Hahhhhh."
Breathing out all of his frustrations, Guts for the first time in his life looked up into the dark sky, his sight seemingly passing through the veil of the world.
Passing beyond even the Astral World itself.
And he did something that he's never ever done before in his miserable life, something that he's never ever had a concept of.
From the time of him getting raped, to the eclipse, and the misery of his lonesome life till this day.
He prayed.
*Thud*
Gut's fell to his knees, tears streaming down his weary face.
"Anyone, man, devil, god, anyone at all."
"Please help me, I will give my all to you help me get my vengeance and my soul, my flesh is yours!"
"I sacrifice my very being to whoever will respond!"
"Just help me, please."
And from deep down in his soul, all the pain, strife, rage, and misery, it all came bubbling up like a volcano.
Guts prayed to anything that was out there.
Any God, monster or even Devil.
His very soul and blood screamed for guidance or a way to free himself from this hellish life.
Guts even offered up his soul for anything that would help him.
Unknown to him, this prayer of his actually gave way and shot out into the very fabric of the universe he resided in.
It was a form of soul magic, that he didn't even know about.
Since he was driven to this final point in his life, and the misery that this creation loved so much was so overwhelming it allowed this prayer to be heard.
Which is funny because this place was all about giving yourself to your own desires and living by them freely.
So, the rules or fabric of this creation was weakened by its own self-imposed rules, isn't that funny.
It can't go against itself so it had no choice but to allow this prayer to be heard by anyone who would listen.
It was like a bell had been rung that shook all of creation.
And it alerted the entire Astral World, the Abyss and every other place in this creation.
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[Astral World]
In the Astral World, coming to a very dark and decrepit place of existence.
We arrive on huge hand that was formed with the wailing souls of humans and the different types of things that existed in the Astral World.
This hand was huge, and on each of its fingers there stood beings of great power.
They were known by many names, the GodHand, the Guardian Angels of Desire, Sovereigns of the Supreme Beings, and the Great Ones.
These group of being serve the Idea of Evil that resided in the deepest part of the Abyss.
Their purpose was simply to do as they will, thus fulfilling the Idea of Evil's desires, and by extension collective humanities.
They were all human once, until they each met the Idea of Evil in a form of visions personal to them only.
And thanks to sacrificing those either dear or close to them, and causing such pain and misery, they transcended their mortal flesh.
Meting the idea of Evil that gave them power and they would become demons that had power over causality.
Though they never could predict everything and that was one such weakness that has caused them to be unaware of certain things.
Just like what just happened with Guts right now, they only felt it because of the feeling their power of causality weaken a little.
And it ruffled all of their feathers.
The GodHand sensed a powerful prayer or miracle passing by them and they could not stop it.
This was impossible and shouldn't be happening, this was their story not anyone else's.
They made the rules and ideas to be followed, no one could be beyond their grasp.
Even the maker of them the Idea of Evil could only watch as this prayer from a soul passed out of its reality and into the beyond.
The GodHand used their power over Causality to find out where it originated from.
And to their absolute shock, it was none other than Guts.
Each of the other fingers looked over at the newer member of them, Femto.
Femto or Griffith for the first time in his life actually showed an emotion related to Guts.
And guess what it was?
Jealousy and anger.
He stood there looking like a little child that had its candy snatched from him.
"Ho?"
"It seems the one deemed unimportant as really important after all." a feminine voice full of lust said to everyone.
"This is no time for games Slan." A male voice said.
"Your no fun, Void." Slan said identifying the voice from earlier.
Void who looked like a brain on steroids ignored her and looked over at Femto.
"This is the first time something like this has happened, what do you intend to do, Femto?" He asked the newest member of the GodHand.
Femto eyes were veiny as he looked over at the rest of them and said one word.
"Erase."
The others knew what he meant by this, he wanted to erase all memory of Guts from this very reality.
What this in tales is the imprisonment of Guts's flesh and soul in a never-ending agony in the deepest parts of the abyss.
"Ahwn!"
Slan moaned in happiness as she imagined finally having her way with the one who denied her lust.
Void only nodded and wondered in his old pal the Skull Knight will confront them.
The other two didn't really care all that much.
With his words being said, the GodHand using their power over causality made a little vison to certain apostles that Guts was a future sacrifice and that they needed to capture him.
And if necessary, they would also use their apostles to materialize down into the physical plane if needed.
That thought was odd to them though, as Gut's was of no threat to them, he just did something impossible, and they needed to nip it in the bud before any other magical beings or spirits get ideas.
But the thought of them appearing lingered on in their minds like an annoying fly that buzzed in your ear.
They were all powerful and made the rules of reality, so this should go very smoothly.
Right?
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[Void of Space-time in the Omegaverse]
"We are very close to the place." Wrath spoke to himself.
He could feel that it was very close to him.
Crixus upon seeing his master talking to himself said, " So master, is there anything I should do in this place were going to?"
Wrath paused as he thought of what to do with Visera and Crixus.
He didn't need for them to be involved, Visera would destroy this place simply because of their actions.
And Crixus, looking over at the grown man slime making puppy dog eyes Wrath snorted.
Crixus was like an overgrown child; he would cause more chaos than needed.
Then an idea came to him, and he said, "No, you both don't have to do anything."
"I'm going to put you both in my mind palace before entering this place."
Before anyone of them could respond Wrath firmly said, "My decision is final, I have things I want to do here."
Sensing the crestfallen Dragon and Slime Wrath rolled his eyes and said," Don't be sad, I'll only be a few short years and besides after this place you both will have a lot to do in the HellPlanes."
That at least worked for Crixus as he smiled like a happy kid with candy.
Visera on the other hand said, "My chosen, I could alter my form to something more what you call lowkey."
"And I won't be a bother to you, I'll listen to your every word and won't get involved unless you say so."
Wrath thought it over, and he approved.
But then he said, "That is fine, but if you do disobey me....no star cores for three years."
Visera made a sound that sounded like a cat.
But she could only agree with a nod.
Happy with this Wrath went back to searching.
All of a sudden, a sharp whistling sound echoed into his ears.
It was a voice praying and it was filled with pain, suffering, and wrath.
Wrath knew who it was, 'Guts,' he thought.
He frowned as her heard the sheer pain in Gut's voice.
Locking onto the origin point of that sound, Wrath turned to Crixus and said, "Turn into your slime form and come here."
Crixus nodded and he glowed red, and his body wiggled a little, then it swirled like liquid and formed a small red slime.
The slime flew over to Wrath, who grabbed it and with a thought his head split open and sucked in Crixus.
Once all of Crixus was gone, the split in his head closed up.
Then he got up floating and said, "Visera, turn into a snake or something small that I can put on my shoulders."
*Krackkkk*
She didn't need to be told twice, and her body began shrinking and it was soon surrounded in a blackish light.
*Shummm*
The light died down and a simple pitch-black snake with reddish orange eyes floated in front of Wrath.
Nodding in approvement, Wrath pulled her to himself.
Grabbing her, Wrath places her on top of his shoulders, once that was done, he said, "Are you good Visera."
"Yes, my chosen, I am." a softer and less rough voice said in his ear.
"Good, now let's go help a poor soul in need."
*Shaaa*
His red eyes glowing, Wrath teleported to the origin point of that prayer.
Wrath arrived in front of a black spot, that looked like a mirror.
It reflected the form of a kneeling Guts; he was crying while praying facing a dead tree.
Wrath upon looking at him saw all of the emotions burning in his soul.
Observing him, Wrath could see the spiral of Causality surrounding him and anchoring him to his fate.
But who was Wrath?
He was a man who despised things like fate, rules and strings that tied people down, not allowing them to change.
Or even free themselves from their own misery.
And he admired those who suffer trying to fight against fate and make their own way in life.
So, when he looked at Guts, who was so worn and distraught but still had the will to keep fighting.
He deeply admired him and named him as someone who was truly strong in the mind and spirit.
And with that thought, Wrath began to help him.
So, with a serious face and the snake form of Visera on his shoulders, Wrath stepped through the mirror like substance.
It was like he was passing through a sticky goo that would try and latch onto him and pull him every other way but the one he was headed in.
But no matter how hard this stuff tried, it couldn't hold him.
It even began melting when coming in contact with Wrath's skin.
Soon Wrath stretched out one hand and pierced the veil between him and Guts.
*Popp*
Like it was a bubble, the blackish veil popped, and he stood in the air near Guts looking at him.
Immediately his presence was sensed and felt by everyone in the world who had power.
And the stronger you where the harder you felt it.
The balance was upset, and Causality was frozen as it couldn't deduce who or what Wrath was.
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[Gut's Pov]
Guts, who was still praying didn't see or hear Wrath appear near him.
Nor did he see the sky grow a shade darker and the wind stop brushing against him.
"You called?"
It was only until a smooth deep and dark voice entered his mind that he jumped up with his sword in hand ready to attack.
But there was no-one beside him, confused Gut's began looking around the place for the voice.
"Up here."
The same voice from earlier entered his ears spoke.
Guts quickly spun around and looked up above him.
It there he saw a tall man floating in the air, said man was looking directly at him.
"Wh-"
"Who."
Guts mouth fumbled the words, and he was interrupted by the man.
"Who am I?" The man said.
Guts, who was still in shock just nodded to him, then he also now noticed that a black snake with orange red was sitting upon the strangers' shoulders.
Said snake was just curiously looking around, ignoring Guts.
The man smiled a little, then he said," you called for help remember, or rather you called for someone who could give you or show you how to have your vengeance."
Guts went wide-eyed with his one good eye.
"Guess I should introduce myself then huh."
The man smirked a little as he said that.
But then Gut's saw the man frown a little, then he heard the man say,
"Looks like you have some visitors," The man pointed behind Guts as he spoke.
And no sooner did say this, did a familiar roar and landing sound echo out from behind him.
*Thwoosh*
*ThuDDD*
Guts spun around quickly with his large sword in hand and was greatly shocked once again.
His mark on his neck began throbbing with pain as he looked upon the army of creatures and from what he knew from the pain of the mark, the Apostles.
He even saw Nosferatu Zodd in the front part of the army.
But all of that surprise faded and was replaced with a burning inferno of rage when he saw the girlish looking man standing upon Zodd.
"GRIFFITHHH!!"
He practically growled out when he saw the man again.
*Crackkk*
His armor the Berserker Armor squeezed his remaining and only arm tightly as his rage skyrocketed from seeing Griffith.
And like always, Griffith ignored him, which just made Gut's even angrier.
The man upon seeing all of this just shook his head.
Then before Guts could just recklessly rush in, he placed a hand on Gut's shoulder holding him in place with little to no effort.
Like a beast Gut's turned around to the man about to strike blindly in rage, but stopped when a well place flick to the head snapped him out of his deranged state.
*Thwapppp*
"Ughhh."
Guts holding his head looked at the man that was now standing near him on the ground.
"Don't be a fool, you'll just die," The man said to him seriously.
Gut's looking like a kid again just blankly stared at him.
"Besides, didn't you pray from help," the man spoke.
It was at this time that the femboy himself spoke up.
"Who or what are you, creature."
*Shingggg*
He spoke drawing his little sword and readying himself.
The man ignored him, and still looking at Guts he said, "Do you want to see what I can offer you."
Guts mind rang with the man's words, and his body acted on its own desire.
Guts nodded his head.
The man smiled a little and said, "Then do you want to know my name."
"Yes."
Guts softly said to him.
The man's red orbs shinned with delight, and he floated in the air a little.
He turned his head away from Guts and said, "The name's Wrath and.....
The atmosphere grew extremely heavy, the smell of burning filled the air and a red buzzing energy sparked to life in front of the man's body.
Zodd with his hundreds of years of experiences sensed a couple of feelings that he had all but forgotten about.
Fear and Death!
He wasted no time in grabbing his leader Griffith and taking off in the air with his wings.
Griffith, who was still processing, being ignored was about to say something to Zodd, but he couldn't as he now felt the same thing Zodd did.
Looking over at the strange man or creature, he saw a small dot of red energy form in front the man.
Gut's looking at Wrath heard his next words,
"This is what I can offer you."
And with that, the small red orb of energy shot out in a line of red like lighting towards the army of monster and Apostles.
*KRackoooooooom*
It was an apocalyptic scene, the grey sky went dark, and the land in front of them was gone, erased from view.
The apostles, creature was all eviscerated into nothingness.
Wrath then pulled Guts over to him, then he looked up into the veil that separated the Astral from the physical.
He was staring right at the God Hand themselves, while also observing the Abyss.
And he said, "He is mine now."
After he said that, he ignored their failed attempts to communicate with him and he simply teleported away and out of view from everyone.
All that was left was a long scar that would remain forever.
And a deeply shaken Griffith who won't admit it and his guard Zodd.
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[All over this world]
All across the Universal macrocosmic trinity that formed the three realms, the Astral, Physical, and the Ideal.
All of it and the inhabitants felt a power like no other emerged out of nowhere.
They all felt Wrath's sudden arrival.
And then that insane attack happened.
It shook all of them to their very cores.
Causality trembled before Wraths might, the world awaited the newcomer's next move.
And the GodHand was summoned but the Idea of Evil.
What will happen now that someone who isn't a part of the story had arrived.
Only time will tell.
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[Void of Space]
Coming to a space between reality, to a realm where life is non-existent.
A flash of red and black light lit up the darkness.
*SHwarmmmm*
The form off Wrath and a struggling Guts appeared, with the later looking sickly.
"Urgahhhh!"
Guts feeling sick leaped off of Wrath and began barfing out everything he had for lunch.
The sound of a man heaving echoed out into the darkness that was the void.
His vomit would burn away as it fell beneath him because of the Void's essence.
The only reason Guts was fine is because he was near Wrath.
Wrath cocked an eyebrow as he made a red energy platform underneath them both, while simultaneously making a dome above them as well.
He rubbed the head of Visera as he did.
The dome was for Guts, it was so that he could breathe in the void.
At least until Wrath began his transformation that is.
"Ah right, forgot that you have never had your molecules disassemble and reassemble from teleporting before."
Wrath said looking at Guts who was now finishing barfing up his intestine.
"Forgive me, and here this should help your pain."
Wrath spoke as he released a light greenish light from his body that enveloped Guts whole.
As it did, Guts felt his entire body relax for the first time in years.
All his muscles, joint, bones, and even blood were basking in the life energy Wrath was giving them.
Even the hidden injures in his flesh began to heal, and amazingly enough the pain from the mark on his neck faded.
"Ha!"
"Ha!"
"Ha!"
Guts breathed heavily as he gazed at the monster in front of him warily.
Wrath seeing his wariness decided to speak up first.
"So, any questions?"
"Yeah, who are you and what do you want," Guts asked seriously.
His mind ran wild with thoughts that were like, 'I'm a nobody and I'm worth nothing, so why did he save me.'
Wrath heard all of this, and he simply said, "I've already told you my name, its Wrath."
"And for what I want, it is to help you achieve your goals."
Guts confused asked, "Why?"
"Because, you kept fighting, you never gave up, your never gave fully into the darkness that was in your soul."
"And the only reason you have not had a single victory in all of your life is because of the rules of your creation, and the little mangy mutts that proclaim themselves sovereigns over desire and free will."
"You know of whom I speak," Wrath said.
"The GodHand." Guts mumbled to himself.
"Yes, their only power comes from the essence of Causality and your little whitehaired femboy is like this world's chosen one."
Gut's rose and eyebrow, he was curious as to what Wrath meant by that.
Wrath seeing the curious gaze struck while the iron was hot.
"Yeah, he was given the power to have complete victory over those who were apart of his story."
"That is the very essence of him, he believes that your life, and the lives of all the world are nothing more than mere passersby in his tale."
Wrath looked at Guts who was gritting his teeth and said, "You know of what I mean don't you."
Guts looked down, of course he knew, how could he not.
Every time he confronted Griffith, the piece of shit ignored him, it was like Guts was dust and Griffith was the wind.
"It was also why you could never have love and the one woman you did love was literally ripped away from you."
"As long as you are a part of his story, you will never know happiness."
"Never truly know Love."
Every word spoken was like a dagger to Guts' heart, on some deep level he knew this to be true.
No matter how much he wanted to deny them.
Then Wrath said something that caught his full attention.
"You see, since you never gave up and always challenged your fate, your soul has grown to the point that it could affect the plane of reality."
"It allowed you to step over the power of Causality itself."
"That's how I heard you and that is how I found you."
Wrath leaned down to face Guts.
Rasing his head up with his power, Wrath looked him dead in the eye.
To his very core, to his soul and said,
"So, I ask you, Oh Struggler against fate."
"The Black Swordsman."
"And the Berserker."
"Do you want Liberation!"
Unyielding Brown eyes to Red smoldering eyes.
And there was only one answer.
"YES!"
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