The howling winds of pestilence and destruction began. Devastation was upon All. Not just for those of the planet, but the entire Omniverse of Time, Space and Eternity. The Fell King had eradicated the False 12 of the Zodiac. He was the 13th and singular Apostle of The New Zodiac. His manifestations of horoscope were to determine not the Fate of All, but solely his own. There was no more I am and You are. There was no “we are all one”. It never was that way. Everyone was a single, separate soul. An individual that had been duped into thinking there was something governing All. There wasn’t.
There never needed to be, although in this case one could argue that it could use a contingency for the acts of The Fell King. He did not speak anymore. There was no need. He had felt more than enough for everyone, not just for himself. He was more certain now than ever before, oddly. He had thought for sure The Path of Ruin would end him. Indeed it did, but the weakness within him. The only thing that remained was pure and honest. Sincere in its being. Not attempting to be or become something else, constantly as does humanity. He had more compassion for animals and plants.
Yet, he knew in his spirit that nothing would ever change or reveal itself as the miracle this Universe needed. Everything always suffered and for aeons the fates had been making poetic excuses for their dysfunction. Not one deity or mortal had cared or even acknowledged the issue before Everyone. Now, he was the judge, jury and executioner. Before putting forth into action his final plans, The Fell King had decided to mount a throne atop The Mountain of The 12 and just sit for a while.
He had always been walking, traveling, fighting, keeping alert to thieves and monsters. Now, being the most dangerous entity in existence…he was tired. He in all honesty was so physically and mentally exhausted. He was no longer bored, however. He closed his dreary, blood-shot eyes and slept for an entire day. His serpent guardian coiled over him as protection while he rested. Sunrise came. While The Fell King was dormant, the storms would stop. The people of Earth had rejoiced but for one day alone. His eyes shot open, as if he were rudely awakened.
Serpentarius gazed back at him, slithering about in rejoice. With the rise of The Fell King to his feet, so did the sun taint to an abyssal black once more. The blue skies were grayed, as if life had been sucked out of the heavens. The planet’s energy and life force were powering his Fell Swords, especially his newest and most powerful edition, The Nevermore. It was transparent, almost invisible. Symbolic of the nefarious technique it held- Oblivion. It would annihilate any target with enough source power. This destruction would be permanent. The soul would be no more. No resurrection, no rebirth, no changing of energy. Nothing. Permanent Deletion. An Eternity of Nought. The Truth of Vision and Experience The Fell King saw as The Only Way. The only way for All to be at peace and never truly suffer again. All Memories past, present and future would be No More. This very act is impossible even to illustrate in visuals or to dictate in words.
The Fell King had to find the way into The Realm of The Beyond. This is where The 2 Sirens of The Omniverse sang their eternal melody of All The Universes. The Composers of Duality. The Lovers. Twin Souls. Two As One. The Feminine and Masculine. The Black and White. The Up and Down. The Good and Evil. The Be or Not To Be. The Fell King was going to sever this All. He had pondered what they would look like. A curious thing, he still felt the desire to inquire of something new, considering he was about to End All Things.
He was well aware of something else as well- they would come for him. All of Earth’s greatest remaining warriors and defenders of the light. The armies that combined forces to take him down, all turned on each other through The Deliverance’s Betrayal glyph. He had orchestrated them to distrust one another. And so they did, taking one another out. The Fell King still felt remorse in his heart for what he knew he had to do. He must confront them, all of his former allies, foes and yet to be comrades, and rid them off his Path. They would fight with all of their lifeforce, for this was knowingly the battle for The Universe’s Soul. Everything and Everyone was at stake. They would be at their most viscous, powerful and cunning.
Attempting to trick The Fell King, he was amused by the efforts and artistic renderings put forth in fighting him. It was useless, as all it would take is the Fell King to raise his sword and sacrifice enough energy to obliviate them. He did not wish to do this, strangely. He ceased blaming things for his ways and his circumstances. It was simply far too late to stop at this point. Also, it would prove meaningless to allow All to continue as he was the only one that saw things as they are. He was tasked with bringing it all to end its suffering.
He shed a tear. A genuine tear. It fell to the mountain floor and bloomed a black lotus. This, was the key to entering The Realm of The Beyond. Genuine Love from The Fell King’s heart combined with the chaos in his mind made way for the flower of doom. It was so beautiful, he thought. He delicately saved it in a protective case and placed it away for when the time came. He heard them. They were almost there, ready to try and stop him.
The Last Stand for All had made way and ascended to the top of the mountain, where Death Incarnate awaited respectfully. His maliciousness was gone, yet the eerie consequences he held in his hands for All made him terrifying in the most unique way ever felt. The Kiss Me Not flung its way directly towards The Fell King’s head. It sliced him. He felt deep sadness for he knew it was the signature attempt of The Valkyrie who had once honorably drew him in battle. He never had an equal prior, as The Fell Knight. He had respected her. She stood there and looked at him for a few seconds before recovering her blade.
“What happened to you, Fell Knight? Please speak to me. Say something!!” He spoke of his sadness by the way he looked back at her. He smiled at her warm-heartedly. Before he could realize, from the left came an onslaught of sword strikes from someone The Fell King had never seen before- he seemed to be some Dragon Lord. Brimming with power. Perhaps, almost enough to take The Fell King out, had he not known just how to deal with him. Was it a ruse to distract him? No, The Valkyrie was sincere. What else had he expected them to do to him after what he had promised to do unto them?
He felt guilt with each blow or attempt to kill him, from them. He knew they did not hate him, in fact the opposite- they loved him more than anything. He would not let them down. At least, not anymore. The Fell King peered toward this Dragon Master and was impressed by his strength. He withdrew several blades of dragonic flame that were rapid-fired at The Fell King. They actually damaged him. He had felt pain not by his own hands, for the first time in many seasons. The inferno ricocheted against The Fell King as he grew weary of absorbing hits and screeched in a tyrannical frenzy.
This blew both world warriors nearly over the edge of the mountain. His eyes began to seethe as a warning to them, to let him end them quickly and not make this any more difficult than it had to be. The last thing any force could do is make this easy for him. He wanted them to retreat, for even the temporary memory of him erasing them was too much for him to bear. He felt for the first time since The Path of Ruin, some doubt. Could he actually will himself to do this? After all, it was always his weak will or self-delusion that held him back. He wouldn’t hold himself back anymore. The most important things that need to be done are always the most difficult.
The Dragon Knight and The Valkyrie separated and tried an attack from both sides. She absorbed The dragonic flames from her partner and instantly tripled her power. They both might have a shot at this. Yet to interfere was Serpentarius. He had watched on, waiting in the shadows to strike if need be. He obeyed every order from The Fell King without fail. The ultimate Zodiac. He unsheathed a sentimental blade- his trusted Bloodlust. His very first specialty sword, with his own blood still on it. They were as one instrument.
He summoned the blood moon and swiftly but delicately began dicing at the two. His slashes were soft and meant to keep them away, not to finish them. They dodged his devilishly rapid slicing, almost like a steeled tornado. No blood was shed. He grew irate. The Lockjaw was taken out and he had remembered not to touch The Kiss Me Not of The Valkyrie, for her sword had absorbed its effect long ago. He would be crushed by his own signature. He thrust it into the mountain’s center and caused an epic cataclysm, rocking everyone aboard to the wayside. As they were falling, he drew The Deliverance and vanished to retreat into the forest. Panting and tending to wounds, The Dragon Master cast a circle of protection and invulnerability. He had to, for The Fell King was unleashing flamed winds as he was screaming afowl once more. The eternal embers of his anger had never been put out.
“This won’t last us long. I’m surprised we’ve survived thus far. You did great out there, but we need to get close to him and finish him off. I know this is the toughest thing you will ever have to do. I know you feel for him, so do I! But if we don’t stop him, we not only lose Everything, that includes him as well. I don’t think he truly realizes the extent of his wishes.” “...No. You’re wise beyond me, Dragon Master…but he does know. He’s never acted without reason. Everything whether it was good or bad, it was with intention. Is it really his fault that the people of our world are for the majority cruel, non-deserving monsters? How can you stand there and judge him, being from the Dragon Empire and knowing what you and your men have endured to become what you have? He had no one! He could have been far worse! A cold-blooded murderer, with real hatred for everyone. A nonsensical destroyer.
No! Even at his most “evil”, there is a beauty to it that you don’t understand!!” The Master grinned. “...I had a feeling. You love him.” She looked up at him watery-eyed, holding back her tears. “If you love him…then you must know in your heart of hearts that the only way to save him, is to end him. At the least, we will all be salvaged and the canvas of time and space can revive you both eventually. If you do not, It’s all Over. The Whole Game. Can you finish him off if I position you to do so? I would do it myself, but your sword has grown in power far beyond mine, thanks to its side effect.” “Do it quickly, let’s go! I don’t want to think about this or feel this anymore!”
Before they knew it, an obsidian inferno had begun scorching the forest around them. “I’m so sorry”, spoke the Fell King with remorse in his black, searing eyes. He raised his master sword, The Nevermore and summoned The Cindered Phoenix through his spirit. It eradicated everything around them in an instant. The Fell King had blasted them into a far away distance before the true impact could annihilate them. He spared them. He would end this without harming anyone he loved.
Unconscious and defeated, the World Warriors had tried their very best, but had failed to stop The Fell King. Unpacking The Black Lotus, he began to unlock the portal into The Realm of Beyond before picking up on an energy he had not sensed since childhood. It was the true last line of defense for the earth.
The Contingency. The Fell King’s best man and brother from long ago. The Gray. He put the lotus away and prepared the battlefield.
The rules were in effect.
Chapter VIII, "All-Out War," presents the Fell King at the height of his power, engaged in a cataclysmic battle. Here, he faces the greatest warriors of Earth, including former allies and foes. The narrative explores themes of power, moral ambiguity, and the weight of decisions. It's a poignant portrayal of the Fell King's inner conflict and the consequences of his actions, illustrating the complex interplay between love, duty, and destiny. This chapter serves as a climax of the tale, bringing together emotional depth and epic scale.
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