บท 392: The Force!
The veils behind the layers of reality pealed slowly from the visual and dimensional spectrums, the Kamehameha exploding outwards in a destructive, apocalyptic and conical tidal wave. Shreds of flesh and organs splattered blood through the entire dimensional space, the shreds that still remained... souls being ripped to shreds only to be gathered and consumed by me.
Constance was challenged with this singular move as the very existence of everything quivered before it. Reincarnation energy inspissated every concept that was tied to this attack, the very concepts themselves defying everything that a 3rd dimensional being could comprehend. If one were to compare this to something that said being could comprehend, it would be the end of everything... The light at the end of the tunnel.
For Abeloth this was understandable however, as we were not beings of merely the 3rd dimension. Our entire existences spanned time, space and the very concepts of the places that we made our homes. Therefor, her response was extremely quick and punctual, her intent being to run away into the depths of the warp.
"Nope! Nice try, no running from this though!"
My power over imagination magic flexed to an ungodly degree, everything that fractured and lay torn solidifying with the intentions and powers of the original cage she was held within. Her hands landed on a 'thin' pane of glass-like material that now encompassed the entire dimension. Shadows crept from her tentacle laden dress but did absolutely nothing to my shield, the very imagination of my ability being beyond her power's reach. It was a bitch of a power to use against her as it had the full concept and idea of Light, Divinity, Permanence and Invulnerability. Given that she was below me in potency and knowledge, she was fucked... Royally so...!
"URAGHHH! WHAT HAVE YOU DONE!?!?"
"Trapped a little rat in a trap of its own design... Don't worry, the death won't be painful, it'll come soon."
Every layer of her defences crumbled amidst the chaotic and despotic form of my Kamehameha. Screeching continued at several octaves higher, the desperation of all the malevolent souls kept within this pocket of the realm of souls clearly increasing. Spectral skulls of bright pink and purple tried to strike at me even, but these attempts were extremely cute in my opinion... Each soul that attacked being syphoned of everything that they were, their soul energy being completely devoured by me just by reaching proximity.
Then, whilst I was admiring the dedication some of these souls had to the cause, everything turned blank and the dimension was torn asunder. Fires of a completely astral composition spread before snuffing out amidst the frigid embrace of nothingness. A spear of frozen energy, contained in a barrier of time, was sticking out from the heart of Abeloth. Ice of purest onyx encased said energy as it still cascaded upon itself and slowly churned away at her organs. Then, time reset, and her organs were intact once more, once again being chipped away by the power.
"P-Puagh..."
Black ichor floated out in front of Abeloth's horrifying eldritch face as the process continued perpetually. Sitting on my chair, finishing the popcorn I had made, my senses were thrumming whenever the throne shown out in the distance. A calling for reclamation. As if this monument of the beginning of Star Wars itself was wishing to be controlled, taken and bent to someone's will.
"P-you-r, a, mw-onster... Urghh-puagh..."
Another chunk of ichor dislodged itself from her body, the powers that were once enough to span to locations she was spoken about near, quelled and tamed. With a final crunch I finished my popcorn, the container disappearing into the aether, the chair fading along with me as both me and it appeared in front of the all so 'scary' mother of the The Family.
"I would say, 'good fight', but I'd be lying. This was a pathetic display and honestly, using your main body, was a really bad idea!"
Gargling of blood was all she could respond with as her eyes gleamed in purely primal and instinctual hatred. Froth of spittle and innards poured from her creepy blackened lips as her aura tried to concentrate on harming me. Failing in an instant.
"Anyway! Thanks for giving me this Multiverse... And your powers, they'll be appreciated!"
Now standing I reached my hand out and began to strangle her. The pressure of an entire universe being exerted just in the first twitch of my hand clamping down. This increased, exponentially. From a universe, to the multiverse, to a weight and mass that could barely be comprehended by mortal understanding. Unmeasurable instances of reactionary and divisionary forces began to exert themselves onto the pathetic primordial. Finally, with a small exhale of reality in the form of a massive heat wave her entire body concaved inwards and her existence was strung out into noodle-sized strings before being encompassed by my Vampiric Aura.
My fangs extended and all of the ichor in the environment was sucked into my body, a sense of profane arcane power filtering through the veins within. As if all of this combat had been a fallacy, the spear of energy was sucked into my body once more and the entire realm of souls was now completed white and grey. It had been cleansed of all the negative emotions and decrepit tortured souls.
'Now all that remains is the throne...'
As if understanding my thoughts, the said throne appeared before me. An Omega symbol enclosed by a diamond shape with a singular iris in the centre shining out on the backrest of the throne. A spiritual sense of complete serenity came over me, the sensation completely foreign to what I usually experience in being myself.
Life was always stressful, but now it wasn't, in this moment...
"Are you the force?"
The iris shone brighter as pulses of varying colours clotted around the crevice's within the throne's carvings. Life, Dark, Light, Space-Time and Soul all forming a unified entity that could be considered the concentration of all of the Force. A divine homunculus that bore the remnant concept of the original creator. A life form that was sentient but completely subservient to the one who would bear its' legacy.
"That is a yes... Then, I will take upon the dynastical power of the Force, ushering in a new epoch for the entire Omniverse!"
Its runes lit up with fervent energy as my connection to the elements of the force rapidly grew to all new heights. The entire Multiverse visible at all times for me, like a television screen that could be looked at whenever I wished to. Pain slowly started to seep into my joints before I felt a more rhythmic connection to the movements of the force, my perception being forcefully adjusted to forever be capable of seeing spiritual forces, no matter how powerful. Each aspect of the force adapted me unto the point that I was now capable of literally being impervious within the Star Wars Multiverse/Halo Multiverse; although existence himself was still capable of voiding this extreme advantage.
Through all of this the throne had emerged from behind me, the symbol on the back of it retracting the entire seat structure unto itself. Then, whilst I was barely paying attention to this change in anatomy, the symbol re-emerged onto my clavicle, the eye in the centre slowly moving around like an all-seeing eye... An omega symbol placed on the top of the diamond on the exterior. Like a tattoo, this was permanent, the power imbued into this ensuring that no treatment, surgery or power could remove it. Symbiosis was achieved and now the Homunculus was tied to me until I died.
'Huh! That's odd...'
...
The Cosmic Force rung out with a cacophonous clanging, all force sensitives being brought to their knees from the noise that transmitted directly to their brains. Children, adults, elderly, it didn't matter... This wasn't just in a single universe either... All of space and time rang with these shattering tolls.
From the future where a man with blonde hair stood amidst the Jedi Temple that he himself had founded to refine the Jedi codices and beliefs.
To a completely black-clothed figure that was currently beheading a Jedi he had recently found turning one of his inquisitors. His breathing ominously smothering every other sound in the space.
Then to the past where the first Sith-Jedi War was being conducted on a galactic scale, war tearing families apart, Satele Shan grasping her head as Malgus was thrown back into a cliffside whilst wincing in extreme pain...
The message?
'THE FORCE IS ALIVE ONCE MORE'
...
Back on the Dark Justiciar
'Emelia will surely love me for this invention!'
A red haired IAI stood before a completely blank workspace as in the distance a blackhole and whitehole sat in perfect stability with one another, much like a Yin and Yang symbol. In her hands was a circular tablet with a complex amount of code in the form of Latin and Norse Runes.
'With this, our ships can withstand nothingness...! HAHAHAHA! Fuck yes!!!'
Maniacal cackling continued on and on for a very long time as in the distance the creation of millions of new ships were well under way, the IAI processing speeds of her incomprehensible mind guiding every single robotic construction drone and droid...
'We'll kill these fucking Tyranids... Surely...'
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That was a decent amount to get through in a short span and I hope you enjoyed this chap... A new one will come out tomorrow as well, I'll see if I can get an NLTO chap out as well. Whilst also working on my actual book XD
Have a good day/night either way! 😊
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