Arthur distanced himself from the six-armed man and landed 25 feet away from him. His eyes glared daggers at the man who was in the way of his ambition, his retribution. Everyone in the mountain had to incur his wrath. “Get out of my way!” Arthur said in a low tone; a feral growl escaping his lips. Rakshesha just laughed. The boy had a spirit of a tiger but like everyone including the gods, they all allowed their emotions to dictate their actions. There was no room for grief in this world, he as a Rakshesha knew that better than anyone. Excommunicated for things out of his bounds as a youngling, forced to watch as his race turned on one another at the behest of the great god. He knew that emotions on the battlefield were weapons of self-destruction. Also, his ties to Grandline made him forever loyal to her. She saved him when he was being prosecuted. She gave him a home and showed him love, that was why he did not want to let Arthur proceed any further. “I won't let you!” Arth
With the playing field evened by Evangelist's presence, Arthur had more room to maneuver. He was going to fight with nearly what he had, to exert his dominance on the man before him. He who is unparalleled by any deity aside from the Exoduses of rebirth. The sword of Archon changed shape and became two smaller blades with chains around them. The chains wrapped around Arthur's arms making the blades an extension of his reach. He stared at Rakshesha and threw the first blade, tugging on the chain making the blade more sporadically in the air; Rakshesha jumped back as the blade hit the ground before him and he had to again jump to avoid the second one. Arthur smirked, his chaotic Qi traveled up the extended chains and into the blades allowing him to manipulate the strength the blade had. Pulling the chains upward, a huge chunk of the mountain soared to the sky and he changed its movement path with a gentle flick of his wrist. Arthur swung the slab of rock sideways and released the bl
“Is everyone okay?” “I am,” “Me too,” Voices cut through the tumultuous atmosphere. The three fallen demi-gods rose— and their eyes flashed a bit gaining some light in them. They looked at each other. By some miracle, they had survived the unimaginable. They had underestimated the power of Linux. She decimated them and turned their world into nothingness. Midas looked around confused; he was not sure where they were, he looked at Alucard and Lily. The confusion on his face increased as he saw their appearances. This was not how they looked the last time. They were different people altogether. Lily saw the look Midas was giving them, she too was confused about why the man looked like that. He had the voice of Midas yet the body was different, she looked at her partner and voiced her thoughts. “Why are you guys looking like that? I can hear the voices, they belong to you but your appearances are different,”Alucard hummed, he knew from Dracula that they unlike the rest of thei
Alucard returned to normal as Dracula receded into his subconsciousness. He looked at Lily and Midas, the god who had attacked them and hindered their plan to meet Aether. Their main goal was imperative they warn him of Linux. The trio knew that Linux was going for Aether since he vanished after she captured him. “Lily, can you track down Aether?” Alucard asked as he approached the two on the tree. Lily nodded, she closed her eyes and focused on her Qi sensing. The strengthened Qi allowed her to scan wider ranges, jumping from island to island. She opened her eyes; a triumphant smile visible on her face. “I found him” Alucard nodded as he helped the woman down from the tree. They were left with going to the man who was their only hope. They knew that this war-torn world was going to be a burial ground if they did not stop Linux. They tried and failed horribly. “Can you open a gateway to them?” Alucard asked. Lily nodded and closed her eyes, the water around them gained a fo
Zeyus emerged from the explosion with scars all over his body; he was not amused, and the man gave him another reason to be angry. He was treating him as if he was an angry child who had his toy taken away. Zeyus turned his attention to Arthur who was relaxing on the pillar behind him. He closed his eyes, finally getting his anger under control. There was no use to be angry, Ares lived how he wanted and he died.A tough pill to swallow. Zeyus knew one thing, to get his revenge he had to think and orchestrate his plans rationally— He knew from the days of his father, Cronus that agitation and irrational thinking lead to flawed judgment. Chuckling to himself, Zeyus closed his eyes and began channeling the magical essence in his body. It was time to show the man before him why he was the king of the gods of Olympus. Arthur witnessed the sudden change in demeanor; the god before him had gotten over his anger, but not entirely Arthur could still see the flaring hatred in the god befor
Every eye in the throne room turned to the door, the owner of the hammer coming through the large oak doors. Unlike every god they had met, this one was not old— he looked like he was in his early 30s spotting long brown hair, prominent sideburns, and green eyes. The incoming man wore black armor made from scales and around his shoulders was a cape made from snakeskin. He stepped into the middle of the room, before him were Arthur's friends, and behind them was the council of Granger. Granger smirked, he got up to his feet. The throne rose with him and he sat down. “Glad you could make it Odinson,” Granger said placing his hand on the armrest of the throne. Odinson nodded, he wanted to help. Ever since he got control of Asgard from the reign of his father Odinson II he had been looking to fight at the behest of the man who helped him. He felt unimaginable zeal when he informed that his assistance was required by the King of all kings, the king of the kings of the gods Granger. T
Odinson gasped for a moment, blood escaping through his mouth. He was in a perilous situation, the man before him had his heart in his hand but amid the peril, Odinson found it funny. He thought he had him checkmate as if he was going to die. Truly amusing. He did not fight his father just to be defeated by a lesser being, not without him giving his very best in the fight. He intentionally allowed the latter to pierce his chest and make his way to his head, he wanted to show him that a God such as him needed no heart to survive. Midas looked at the laughing man, maybe he finally went insane and started laughing when he saw death. He clutched his hand tighter expecting the latter whose heart was in his hand to start flinching and coughing but to his surprise, he did not do as he had anticipated. The psychopathic smirk remained on Odinson's face as he allowed his Qi, the full extent of it to run rampant accessing the Son force— a powerful cosmic power that engulfed the land and Mid
[WARNING: MATURE CONTENT] Lily gracefully landed on the ground and two things became clear to her, the ground beneath her was not stable, it was a bit wobbly and it made her feet sink into the ground. The intense heat struck her skin, she was in a desert and a couple of feet away was a woman she had followed when Midas separated everyone. She had long blonde hair and a striking pair of crimson eyes, that looked like rubies from a distance. She wore a dull armor set atop her blue blouse and a sword was strapped to her waist. Arthurian Saber The III looked at the woman before her, Her companion had managed to get rid of them to give their friend a moment with her master. Arthurian knew that Odinson although as powerful as he was, would lose to the man who separated them. She knew every knight was going to lose including her. It was a sense of foreboding she got from the group that made her think this way. It felt like nothing she had ever felt, it was potent and from how their bos