There was silence or utter disappointment. The Vault was empty. Empty as the space beyond the skies of Earth. Everybody could hear Dreygo cursing, his feet stomping to the ground like a young girl. He slammed his fist to the nearest concrete table and broke it in half, the stone slab stood helplessly against Dreygo’s rage. His body emanated heat and visible steam escaped his skin, especially from his shoulders. Viriel kicked an empty shelf that used to hold weapons and it flew like it was made of sticks. Elaine held her mouth like she was about to cry but she didn’t. Davyd was rather calm and took a long deep stare at the empty chasm that held the vault. “Something’s wrong,” Davyd said. “Everything’s wrong, we are too late, Davyd.” Dreygo snapped, his head bent, and was standing over the pitiful remnant of a stone table. “Yes Dreygo, we are too late. But the vault seems to be a pathway of some sort. I could not even see the end of it.” “What do you mean?” Viriel scuttled beside D
The Tunnels, Decadia, Heaven *** His blood boils of the humanoid demons, and the monstrosity of Hell. But this was different, facing a traitor and an angel, his blood not only boils but it burned. He felt the heat bursting through his pores, and his sweat evaporated. A being that already had everything, now turned a blind eye to sin just to save his own life. “We trained for years, Dreygo, and we seek action. This is the one I seek, not peace, but power.” Refael screamed, inviting the Demon once more. “Dreygo, we have to plan for an attack,” Viriel said. “You plan for an attack, while I attack!” Dreygo scuttled fast like time was more precious than the Centiums in Heaven. His sword was in his hand. But instead of the first rank angel, it was Heralt of the third who met him. He appeared before him, their swords crossed just for a split second. It was almost unnoticeable. Dreygo could feel the air brought by the Angel’s speed. Dreygo pulled his blade, scraping against each other.
The Tunnels, Decadia, Heaven *** ‘Elaine is in trouble. I have to move.’ Dreygo urged the thought over and over again as precious time passed. Expectedly, Refael started to saunter towards Elaine. His flail hanging loosely on his side was borne with utmost danger. ‘C’mon. C’mon. C’mon.’ Dreygo forced his healing powers to accelerate. He knew he was recuperating and healing but it was not fast enough to save Elaine. He felt the movement of his broken ribs finding their proper places. The lacerations of his innards caused by the broken bones had decreased its bleeding. He felt gradually energized and slight movement was now available to him. His eyes fell again to Elaine. He might be too late. Davyd scurried to attack Refael. Their paths crossed. Davyd moved fast, his attacks were also fluid-like. Refael staggered back to the attacking Earth King. The Earth King was ferocious and strong but he took a lethal blow to his back unknowingly. It was the flail, flying on almost undetecte
The Bahukatsu Clan had provided him with the proper tools of proper mind dominance over himself, especially the beast inside him. In addition, his motions were smoother, his evasion skills more sophisticated and his attacks were now combined with his innate raw power and the fluidity of ninjas. Fighting a First Rank Angel was beyond his years. They were known to be stronger than the gargantuan beasts that heaved the bowels of hell. They were known to be indestructible warriors of Heaven, second to the Heavenly Supreme. But this transformation was like an exceedance of power emanating uncontrollably from within. Control over this beast had never been possible without the Mind training by the Ninja Clan of Mount Shang. “You have one hand, Refael. Are you ready to lose another?” Dreygo teased. “I only need one to defeat all of you, Dreygo Mondus.” The Angel responded. The flail swirled again dangerously fast dancing around Refael. Dreygo had no weapon with him, only his claws and teet
Theories remained theories if Scientists cannot provide facts that can support their claims. In Heaven, Earth's theories were explained as Heaven holds the most advanced and ever succeeding Science, Primo Scientia. But some Theories made by Heaven’s scientists remained theories due to collected uncompelling facts being insufficient for their conclusion. Unfathomable facts are needed to support their claim. Famous subjects of these Heavenly theories are - Anti-matter, Time, Soul, Love, and the Portal Keepers. -Professor Askgard – Oshengard High Academy *** ‘They have everything. I cannot grasp the reason behind these traitors. If Arkeus is such a just and merciful ruler of Heaven, how come they even had the thought of destroying such balance? Could it be that Kragus is offering much more? To become rulers? It does not make sense. If you have lived for Centuries, a soul would know better than ruling. It’s a pain. Nobody would want to betray a god just for doing public service - if r
The Tunnels, Manuheim/Decadia Boundaries, Heaven *** Another clearing appeared before them as tunnels met junctions. This time a pond could be seen. Fewer pylons were installed in a clearing hence light was fainter compared to the last. The stink grew and so was Dreygo’s gooseflesh. The memory of his encounter with a Nocturnal was unpleasant and he had forgotten the details of what had transpired. But he knew he won, but doubtful from his gut. Dreygo and his comrades crouched behind the nearest boulders as they exited the tunnel’s portcullis. Dreygo knew that their presence was not already a surprise, the Nocturnals can smell them, thus hiding was useless. The snarls echoed louder now, as a sad orchestra, as they ambled in. Dreygo was sure they got their attention and the best way to cross this obstacle was to face them and defeat their leader. “You stay behind the rocks. I will show myself and challenge their leader.” Dreygo said. “Dreygo, I know what they are,” Viriel said. “N
“They are still a threat to Manuheim. Why did we not fight them?” Davyd asked as they pressed on further away from where the Nocturnals rest. “We cannot win,” Viriel responded. “Dreygo knew that also. But we have to cross them, nonetheless.” “How strong are they, Dreygo?” “Like angels. But stronger. Hate had consumed them as they lived the bowels of hell. They can’t be easily killed. I remembered our last fight with Konuk, I almost died. Our fight ended as I have scarred his face. It was a long time ago.” “How do they fight?” Davyd asked. “They use their limbs to block and attack. Our weapons cannot penetrate the skins of their limbs. They will eat you with a mouth that appears everywhere in their bodies. It could be in their feet or could be in their limbs. Once they gobbled flesh from you, they will know your every move.” “Do you believe in the higher power?” Elaine asked. “I do not know what to believe. What’s important right now is to stop Kragus from in succeeding this war.
“I count Five hundred demons,” Viriel said. “I can handle them,” Davyd said. “I will handle Sloth.” Said Dreygo. “We will both handle him, Dreygo. You cannot take him alone.” Viriel said. “Be advised. He’s in his true form.” Said Dreygo. “How can you handle five hundred demons with only a couple of arrows at your back?” Elaine asked, worried about Davyd’s arsenal. “I have my dagger here. I can take all of them. Don’t worry Elaine.” “Dreygo and I are going to attack in stealth. Distracting Sloth will give us the advantage in the shadows.” Davyd started to land among the heaving demon warriors. Metals clanked as they unsheathed their swords from their metallic scabbards, axes, knives, and shields. One could always be appalled by such an army; stinking skins, grotesque faces, improper and rustic armor, blunt weapons, and the disorganization of ranks. The crowd roared to engage. Davyd emptied his fifty arrows on his back for less than ten seconds and every mark was successful. He
It was the rain that woke Dreygo up. The gentle drops of the rain like small drums on his small hut roof had struck him with nostalgia. His head rang hard as if he had been asleep for years. His knees teetered as he tried to stand from the bed and found himself leaning against the wooden wall. His energy was drained maybe from the long slumber, he thought. He tried to think of something, but he knew that the world he was in was not a memory, nor the past, it was a new world. The feeling of nostalgia had suddenly visited him, escorted with pain, and depression. The reason was vague for the emotion he had experienced. He feared ever digging further into the root of what rumbled inside his stomach, deep in his thoughts something had lingered. He knew only sadness was waiting for him if he ever fathomed the reason. He took gentle strides outside the bedroom, his sole felt cold against the wooden floor. The woodwork was great, greater than he could ever build. The shack was small, and the
“Elaine, start the incantations!” Viriel suggested. “We will triangulate him.” Elaine opened the book of Forbidden Spells. “Dreygo ready your weapon.” “Wait! You said, there is a sacrifice, what is it?” “Do not to worry, Dreygo. Just do your thing. Keep Kragus weak and I will do the rest. Viriel, hold him again with your vines. He had no powers at the moment but we have very little window of opportunity here.” Viriel summoned again the vines, now they were deadly as ever as Anacondas in the deep rivers of Amathon. The pointy sharp tips of the vines like-blades, weaved through Kragus's body. Kragus incinerated them eventually, but it gave a heavy toll on God as his knees trembled right after. “You can all stop what you are doing, and I will reward the three of you. Kings and Queen of realms. You will have power and riches you can never imagine.” Kragus tempted, his words bubbled with blood. “Stop with your lies, Kragus. You are going to die now.” Dreygo said as he stabbed his swor
The Portal Keepers were giants riding with horses twice as large as cattle. They did not speak; their presence spoke for themselves. Their empty rustic helms held no face, only a long mantle of torn cloth that covered their bodies. Skeleton arms were mounted with rustic armor and gauntlets that held their weapons. Kragus was even silenced as their horses set foot on the ground. They stopped neighing and the horses stared at Kragus with a deadly intent and one portal keeper glanced at Dreygo. The harbinger was stunned by their presence as if one move would kill him instantly. He could not read their intentions, their plans, or how they fight, they just stood there as if they were greater than the God in front of them. The Hag finally drowned in her own blood and dropped dead to the ground. Elaine released a heavy sigh after their skirmish of black magic. She won, defeated a Century-old witch but it gave out a large toll on her. Weakly she stood against Viriel but happiness was plastere
“Now, Dreygo. This will be my last offer. Are you going to join me or join your comrades who had died in battle?” Kragus asked. He recovered and a mantle of aura could be sensed from afar. The Seer was beside him, delivering the Ferrum Minus back to God’s hand. “Welcome back, Lord Kragus.” The Seer whispered. “The clock is ticking, Dreygo. What are you going to do? I do not have time to wait all day. There is so much to do.” “Just kill me now, Kragus. I do not want to join with the likes of you. A scum to the realms! You made me what I am today, and you have shared your power. This does not give you the right that you can bend my principles. Kill me, if you don’t, I will kill you.” Dreygo answered. “So, you are determined to keep your decision on taking a God like me, even if it's impossible. Dreygo, I like your persistence. You have come this far and become the most powerful being in Hell, second to me. It is sure that I admired you, even from the start. You are my creation and my
As the Nocturnals and Kragus’ fight pressed on without any form of stoppage, the ground shook hard, an earthquake, so strong and abrupt. It was not because of their fight but something more dubious happening underneath them. The ground cracked and depressed as if they were pulled down to a hollow space underground. Dreygo ran himself to safety to where the cracks stopped. The birds flew everywhere as if the whole mountain was shaken. The fight between the Hell god and the Nocturnals had stopped momentarily. Something burst out from beneath the center of the crater and suddenly, vines sprouted. They grew so fast as if their growth were accelerated a billion times more than normal. The vines became larger as they emerged and crawled towards the air vertically. They intertwined so grotesquely but beautifully; one could not understand the combination of the natural design with less feeble-minded beings lesser than the gods. As it grew almost a kilometer high, the branches sprouted outwar
“I know you’re out there, Dreygo!” Kragus called out. His voice was fierce but calm, but somewhat tired like a man drank too much but could still hold his composure. The Hell God sauntered closer towards where Dreygo was hidden, his sword dragged against the ash ground. Dreygo went out from the shadow of the boulder and made himself visible to his enemy. His beast transformation was still intact, it was a good thing he thought. Now, the only question that flooded his thoughts, can he defeat the weakened Hell God? or was it another Hell God’s misdirection. He had to secure victory for this fight and should give his all, no second chances, otherwise it would mean the end of the three realms. “Well done, Kragus. You have proven yourself the most powerful of all three realms. Then, what’s next? Sit yourself on the throne and turn the realms like hell?” Dreygo responded. “We will cross the bridge when we get there, Dreygo. The offer still stands. Stand by me and you will become a God. I
It was too late. The Kraken was only a diversion and Arkeus had fixated his attention on killing it. Even Dreygo and Sarakiel had bought the same distraction. It gave ample time for Kragus to rally strength to conjure his ultimate weapon. His Solar Flare and Hell Freeze combined. Flame as bright and hot as the sun and frozen wind gust freezing everything it touches, both phenomena in one plane on opposite sides and Kragus was at the center. It created a dome around the two Gods, it was faint at first, but it became more visible as time passed.A dome made of flame and cold chilling air combined, it seemed that Kragus’ ultimate power was a God killer, Dreygo thought. The look on Arkeus’ face was stunned and surprised. Dreygo and Sarakiel was outside of the dome, but they could see passed through it. Dreygo could not explain but the dome was horrific to look at. Never in all his waking life had seen such powers of opposite character were merging into one. Even science could not fathom a
The Templar’s Hall cracked open as two Gods clashed each other with their unfathomable might. Kragus summoned a flame that engulfed his arms and Arkeus with his wind and lighting on both palms and with tremendous speed and energy, everything was devastated as both clashed together.And as the dust settled, the two gods were both gone, only the rays of the sky light shone through the devastated ceiling. Sarakiel had difficulty in standing up as his skin was burnt. But he was healing. Dreygo followed as he jumped through the ceiling and landed on the garden outside the hall. He found them just over the outskirts of the city boundaries as the clash continued, just at the foot of the mountain Stoic.He could feel the small quakes of the ground trembled below his feet. Lightning came and a gush of a deadly wind all in one place where the fight transpired. Flames and Ice also towered as assumed Kragus with his attacks. Dreygo ran towards to where the fight took place. It would take him ten
Just right before Dreygo had to jump for an attack, Kragus faced him and said, “Remember, Dreygo. Remember, who you serve and remember the stakes for killing me. I know you have prepared on the knowledge of conjuring the Forbidden spell.” The Hell God smiled. It gave Dreygo a jolt of memory of the powers the coursed through his veins were just borrowed from the Hell God.Sarakiel sauntered to the dead angel bodies and took one sword lying on the ground. Without hesitation Sarakiel moved almost unnoticed by Dreygo as the former grasped the sword. Sarakiel poured everything on his sword attacks, even shouting at every strike. Dreygo could feel the heavy reverberations of steel hitting against steel in an incredible showcase of skill. It was intense and fast. But Kragus just defended them all with his sword, wide and light, almost effortless and without even delivering a single counter attack himself. As if Kragus was just observing or relaxing as their skirmish lengthened. It was seemin