章節 60: Ch. 60 The Second Apocalypse
Blackness. A peaceful, calming, and senseless color to which all can hide, and never be found! Alas, as his eyes widened as he woke, the blackness faded away to colors that struck his fancy; a marble white skin that unlike his own, belonged to a woman who held his face in her breasts.
Indeed, it was Rathlore, who although knowing of the intruders of the upper world were to destroy him, he played happily with his new acquisitions, Athlor's own family. True, he had killed his own enemy and yet was rewarded greatly by the women of the house that he had destroyed.
Yet, he still ignored the pawing of the intruders that tore his own world, to deliver his own ashes to Yeshiva. Indeed, he knew he was related to this Elder God, but what of it; For a mere blink, he could wipe there own exsistiances from his own world, for he now ruled two thirds of it, one from his past life, the second, now. But what did that matter?
Because all was planned, from the beginning of existence, even if all denied that it was. Something was pulling the levers of time, emotions, power, access, etc. But who? No, it was never the elder gods that were worshipped by humans and others, but by those whose own exsistance none knew of.
Yet, putting his own thoughts away, he dissapeared in a black smoke, disappearing from the woman's body.
Appearing before a grand slaughtering that filled the waters of blood, he frowned. For his own Alantian race was destroyed, the children he had sired along with the women who he had made his own were in all aspects, dead. Floating past all the dead bodies that would be soon covered with sand, he came to the throne room were a grown man knelt, with twelve knives floating around his own throat;
His body that before was flawless without cuts, now bruised and bloodied, his own garments died with blood.
Behind him, sat a magnificent woman who was surrounded by two guards, and smiled as her eyes caught sight of this new man. "So you have come;" She said as she stayed seated while she held a staff.
"I have." Rathlore said as he then sat upon a black throne that appeared behind him as the woman's eyes widened as she recognized it. The throne only a few saw, and even fewer who could tell of its description. Indeed, it was the King of Hell's throne that she herself had to admit was a legendary artifact, more powerful than her own! Standing up in disbelief, she found herself stopping to admire this...being, as the staff droppedto the floor with a thud.
While the throne emitted a dark aura that surrounded them, she suddenly found herself struggling to keep standing then to fall to her knees as a urge of fury suddenly burned within her eyes as she then summoned her own weapon to destroy the man and image that was now influencing her, which was impossible from her own ancestor's words! For who knew the man had achieved the king of Hell's own throne, and now influencing her.
With a scream, she tried to throw herself onto him, her own weapon at his head. Yet, before she could hit him, she froze in mid air, as time stopped. Her eyes widened as she found that only her eyes could move as he, with a wave of his hand, dissolved the necklace of knives around her own prisoner.
While the rest of her own men were suddenly decapitated by the man that she had taken for a bargaining chip, she focused on Rathlore, who still sat, watching her with his own icy blue eyes. With no emotion, he stared back as he then vanished from her own sight, while she found herself falling to the ground in a heap.
Picking herself up, she looked towards the other with hatred, and rushed towards him, her own weapon barreling towards it's new target. And then, it shattered; Millions of pieces scattered across the seafloor as her own body tumbled without strength to the same destination. Because she, after finding that her own weapon was now destroyed, lost all hope in winning.
But before she could land, the man grabbed her and as his own hand gripped upon her own back, she screamed as a burning sensation filled her whole body, and for the first time in her own life, fainted as the blackness swallowed her own eyesight.
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Appearing before a crosslegged man, Rathlore smiled as he stood before the other person who had his own eyes closed.
"I see as my own ancestor's enemy, you have indeed taken care of his own... wrath. Of course, I do admit that with great suprise, your own son killed one of my own cousins, along with one hundred and ninety eight of the hight ranking soldiers that could decend upon this world, along with that cursed fairy."
The man said as he smiled towards Rathlore.
Rathlore smiled as he then circled around the man. " Agreed, my eldest son has destroyed for myself your own pathetic family that wants to end this world. I would say that you are a part of it, but instead, you did nothing but try and raise an ancient being. So, you did not come to destroy me, or the world as well, but raise from the Nethering one that will unknowingly destroy your own life, along with your own troops. " He said as he watched.
Suddenly, the ground cracked and arising from the debris stood a dark green woman, with black eyes. Both the crosslegged man and Rathlore stood as they watched as the woman drew a pattern with her own hands, as with a sudden movement, all but Rathlore and the crosslegged man were gone.
"I..." She began as she floated towards the both of them. "I... am Ethoria, the only Elder who could not ascend, or decend in that cursed realm of hell! The Guardian of the living, I find that you, a descendant of my own love has summoned me for a mere grudge that he himself is the cause. But this pales in comparison to the broken ladder of realms! Gone is the blue sky, gone are the races that were to ascend to higher realms, for hatred, power, and misunderstanding destroyed themselves and those that all considered nothing!" She screamed as she then exploded, sending a bright green mist that began to spread across the world as gods and goddesses began to fade away into nothing as the humans and others watched in amazement.
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