Bab 35: Battle of blood
Crackle!!!
Loud were the storms which swam within the great sea. A terrace of power and will, striking forth with a menacing blow. The sea ravaged crazily, as the two gods were locked within its grasp.
Although not both gods were sacrificed to this force of nature, but one. A new god who knew nothing of the power his predecessors possessed.
Yet in each virtue lay purpose, for purpose was the redeemer to satisfaction. The clouds turned dark from the might of the sea, and the other gods stood watch from afar, each fearful of death.
Within the pressuring sea, Loki had covered himself with the surrounding air pressure. Like a hollow ball dipped in water, he survived the storms which caressed him crazily.
His thoughts were filled with survival, and he pondered on this till the end. A belief that stemmed from being a savior to humanity, his conscience lay.
With a swift glide from the trident, the sea batted the ball of air even more. This threw Loki sideways, as he yearned for a breather. Menacing in actions, the deep blue sea folded in strength, pushing the ball of air against the rocks.
It formed propelling arrows, which struck the air shield he kept up, yet it seemed his actions were not enough to save him. Knowing this, he prayed earnestly for a chance to survive.
Prayed to whom, you might ask. He prayed to his ancestors, the souls of the dead who once crossed the land we call Earth. For their time was due in its span, and they simply joined the cycle of life.
Lifting his arms in time, he held onto the sharp blades of the trident as it struck through the air shield. The strength of the pressure pushed him out of the mighty sea, and Poaseidon proceeded out to smack him back into it.
Whack!!!
With a direct strike at his temple, Loki was sent back into the deep waters. His eyes moved aimlessly for a chance to escape the firm grip of the sea, but it was proving futile.
Boom!!!
The crackles of the sea grew thunderous and firm. Its might was too strong for any god to survive, and Loki began to see the ugly truth. Nevertheless, he did not give up but used the remaining air as a skin shield.
"Your efforts are futile"
Boom!!!
Ugh!!!
Throwing Loki further from his stand, it blasted him into the rocks of the sea bed. His head struck through them, wavering his consciousness for some seconds.
Poseidon threw the trident once more at Loki, but he turned swiftly to escape its menacing impact. The sea beasts retreated to find cover, for their homes had grown chaotic. A spur of death hung through the deep waters, and it was aimed at the head of the new god.
"I had so much trust that you could give me entertainment, yet your actions are so weak. Why dare to fight me if you can't handle the little waves", Poseidon groaned.
He was right in his way, there was no need to battle a god when you know your strength can't match. Loki didn't know the strength of the older gods, but under the strength of the sea, he finally understood.
Since the sea is his territory, no attacks would reach him. The sea was an enemy to Loki, and Poseidon controlled its waves. After being struck thrice with the trident, Loki rolled through the ravaging waters.
His air shield had broken off, and the impact from the strikes sent him coughing out blood. The sea attempted to drown him, and it succeeded in that feat.
Loki was choking within the sea; his breath was being suppressed. There's no way one could control the origins greatly just a few weeks after attaining power, but Loki believed in impossibilities.
His talent also stood as a witness to it, and with a satisfied smile, he held his consciousness firm. He mumbled out some words, which floated as his last breath from the deep waters.
Like bubbles, they moved to the surface of the sea, and Poseidon watched the dying god with disgust. Falling calmly on the seabed, Loki's hair grew bright in green and the winds above the sea turned fierce.
The sea retracted from the banks of the earth and rose into the air. It was as if he scooped up the sea himself, and like a bowl of water, it hung within the atmosphere.
A true apocalypse, the new god was. He was the manifestation of that word, and it seemed true. Poseidon stood on the seabed in disbelief, as he watched the sea floating above him.
His territory and soul had been taken through force. The sea which lay in strength on the surface of the earth was caught in the grasp of the wind. Loki rose slowly as the water within him moved out of his nostrils.
The wind grew stronger around him, and in opening his eyelids, green pupils of aura laid in pride. Poseidon grinned at the sight of Loki and readied a battle stance.
"You monster", Poseidon smirked.
"I should be saying that to you. No need for words, let the fists talk", Loki replied.
"I agree"
Boom!!!!
The clash from the punch of Loki and Poseidon's trident sent shocks of power through the bare land. Their gazes met strongly, and the two gods punched each other with force.
Poseidon struck the trident against Loki's neck, but with the ropes of wind, he threw off its trajectory. Punching the sea god with force, it toppled him through the sands of the seabed, and a stamp approached afterward.
Poseidon dodged it in time and locked Loki's feet with his arm, forcing him to the ground. It was a dog fight between the two gods, as both bled from the constant strikes.
Poseidon's strength grew weary, he had grown tired from the hours of constant battering. Yet he continued. There was no way he would fall for the likes of a child; never would his pride be stepped on.
Like a beast craving for survival, he continued fighting through. Loki did the same, and each punch was filled with the force of the wind. Their blood spread constantly through the sea bed, and it was nearing closure.
Poseidon's eyes began faltering, and upon noticing this, he decided to rush it to the end. Calling for the trident, he planned on grabbing it and striking it through Loki's torso.
However, Loki kicked his hand before he caught the trident, and a direct punch exponentially increased in momentum approach afterward.
Boom!!!
The smash sent Poseidon to the ground, and his breath grew unsteady. He attempted rising once more, but his body failed in allowing that. His weak body couldn't keep up, and presiding pulled the trident forth with the wind.
"You fought well, sea god"
Thwack!!
Sharply grabbing the strident, he pierced it through the heart of Poseidon. Poseidon coughed out blood upon the impact, and his pupils grew colder.
"kid, you sure are a mons…ter."
Poseidon's breath ceased with those last words. The trident broke into golden pieces, flying through the wind to mourn its master. Poseidon's body turned into light fragments and whisked away through the wind.
With one last look, Loki looked at the heavens and drew a breath of relief. He descended the sea back into its position and walked to the sandy beach of the coast.
"There was no ring after all, and you knew that. Only with the blood of a god, would it be created. I now understand", Loki replied sadly.
A ring was pushed to the shore by the mourning sea, and Loki picked it up with eyes of resolve. He held it firmly and turned to look at the heavens. Seeing Camael approaching with speed, he grinned in anger.
"You all never learn!!"
PERTIMBANGAN PENCIPTA 
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