CHAPTER 3; THE ABOMINATION
CHAPTER 3 ;
THE ABOMINATION (part 1)
'Made from the nothingness of life's implication.
Yet born from the efforts of the Gods' dedication.
Salute the fateless; for Alef's six rectification
Feared by the universe, here they come, THE ABOMINATION'
From within, I could sense a slightly familiar feeling, swelling, as some form of energy built up from within my body, on the outside, their explosive auras burst with shades of golden, dark and white as I felt that same familiar feeling in their auras.
They both began to levitate until they were as high up in the air as mountains, the explosive auras from them, bursting with pure destructive force as the land as far as I could see simply... evaporated, within moments, as far as I could tell... the Antarctic was gone.
"Burst!!!". They said in unison as they disappeared. Now, I was more like a spectator rather than a passenger, the fight seemed like it was happening in front of me rather than like I was participating.
Enormous amounts of pure force erupted as my eyes surprisingly kept up with their movements; 'Kritic', threw a right blow and Diablo dodged, the blow decimating whatever was behind them, the blows from Kritic kept coming as Diablo seemed too overwhelmed with dodging and parrying to even attack Kritic, whose every blow felt like a nuclear bomb in its own right.
It happened too fast, as their movement speed increased to the point where it seemed like they were teleporting.
Out of nowhere, Diablo landed a right upper om Kritic, causing him to spit out as the full force of the punch pushed them both into the skies, just before they could cross the hemisphere.
"HAHAHAHAHA!!!!". Kritic laughed as he wiped the spit off his mouth, my body... or should I say, his body; now glowing with curved lines of white and gold starting to form around it, two white lines trailing from below my face to my eyes as my pupils began to fade and a white light enveloped my body,
"Enough of the games Diablo… come at me." he demanded, with a stern look on his face as he flew towards Diablo and their arms clashed, causing ripples that quite literally shook the earth.
"Hm!". Diablo sneered as he rushed forward, he swung a powerful right as Kritic met him halfway with neither of their punches being faster and each punch caught the other with a flush. Unlike the other attacks, I felt the impact and pain from Diablo digging his fist into my face.
Diablo recovered first as he threw another right without hesitation, but Kritic weaved and countered with a huge left to his throat, forcing the demon to look down as his jaw met with Kritic's fist, causing him to stumble, and his back, with a hammer blow from Kritic, sending him back down to the atmosphere.
Just before reaching ground level, his chin paid homage to the fist of Kritic, as if everything was slowed down, his fist met with Diablo's face as the energy around him charged up and a destructive power of seemingly immeasurable strength forced Diablo into space.
Diablo, caught onto Kritic's arm just as his punch was about to hit, reducing the power of the punch and sending Kritic into space with himself and as soon as they stopped their 'launch to heaven' he threw him away and rushed towards him, delivering a powerful kick to his left side, a kick which Kritic blocked and tried to counter with a kick of his own, which, was deflected and returned with a slap to his face, two slaps his face, three slaps to his face and an elbow to his chest.
Diablo, in his attempt to make a mosaic of Kritic, attempted smashing his fist into his face as Kritic weaved and crushed something inside of him with a knee to his side.
With neither side giving up, the fight only kept on growing more and more intense with wave after wave of blows landing and being blocked, their fight felt like a language and their fists, like tools for communication, as their faces brightened in the midst of war. Flurry of booms could be heard around the universe as their kicks sounded like bombs and their blows, like supernovas.
Just as the fight was about to start getting interesting, all of a sudden, my body started to panic, my mind was in panic, and my soul was in absolute panic. I looked around to notice that we were surrounded, the fighting had completely stopped and I had regained my consciousness.
If I hadn't been through what I had been through so far, I would have definitely mistaken the seven surrounding us to be the absolute beings, with no need for unnecessary explanation, that was the only way to describe their looks. But, disregarding that, their presence was like that of the devil as I felt myself, even with an Angel with me, submit.
"So… you want to destroy the zone, you fallen!" the one with silver hair spoke with authority as I felt my knees buckle and myself and Diablo fall to our knees on what I imagine was a floor in the middle space. Unable to understand what they were saying, I looked around, and to my dismay, nothing was left.
Just underneath us, the space where 'Terra2' was, was empty, Terra was no more and so were a lot of the heavenly bodies around us, with the exception of the sun.
"Wait", the one with crimson hair spoke "That's Kane's work…it's not just two fallen. Its two fallen and a fateless."
"Ahn!!!", the ones with white and black hair agreed in unison.
"So, this is what that little runt meant by a gift", another one with grey hair said.
I quickly pieced together in my head as I could only assume 'Kane' to be the man in the alleyway and these people; the Gatekeeper, or as we have here Gatekeepers.
"HAHAHAHA!!!!", the little one with dark hair and several colors at the tip laughed at the exact moment I thought, and I could only assume once again that he read my thoughts.
"You're correct" the one with purple hair spoke, "But, we're not the Gatekeeper…. s".
"#####...The son of the devil, Black, White, Indigo, Crimson, Silver, Ash; the children of Alef a.k.a the six", Kritic said, in a calculative tone, as if in fear, "Be careful boy, the first transcendents, divinities, celestials and ####### ########### beings. A shred of their authority could wipe out our reality boy." he continued, with obvious fear in his voice,
" Across reality1 they're called- ".
"That's right," they all said at once, "We're called…" the one with silver hair began
"The Abomination…".