“Is this divinity speaking towards me? The embers of my victims which provided me power— where art thou go?”
Zero was crawled into a fetal position within his cage— his eyes no longer possessed ominous undertones as his soul cried out; his single soul.
“My omnipotence is stripped alongside my immortality, there are no more” He lifted his head up to stare at the ceiling.
It was the same as always— pure brown mud, it smelt and looked like feces which covered the surface. The smell was strong, rotten eggs; the aroma filled the room however Zero didn’t flinch, he didn’t even move.
“But can God really make me fall from?” He lied his body flat on the ground, left arm outstretched to the sky— a fist curled in his paws as he began to shout, “I am not Icarus, I am not Satan! I will not fall from the sky!”
His yell, his singular yell screeched out and it was heard by nobody. The dungeon possessed only him inside now, forever only him— an untrustworthy member of the Slavi, the most despised member in society and controversial figure; the best bet was to seal him away.
Nobody with him, even the lowliest of criminals were given the pride to see the sky— he can’t even see the world, his window was gone and so was his bench or any other means of entertainment, leisure or peace.
No dark stars illuminated the room— they never would anymore.
The only thing in the dark desolate room, was Zero— it will forever only be Zero. There was nothing to listen to, no sounds to close in on— it was as if a rat’s den, but oversized. Beside, where the ‘exit’ or door would be, the metal bars— they had a small chute at the bottom for food, but even the supplier tread with carefulness, no sound made from the footstep— the arrival was always unexpected.
Zero stood up.
“I cannot let Medea… he is not my Lord. I cannot let that bastard…. there is no such thing as a Lord, only thing now in this forsaken world is death— I must give it to all now. No mortal or God deserves to live, I’ll kill everyone— my allies, my enemies, my King, my Queen, my love, my past, my future, my present, my destiny.”
“I’ll kill them all.”
“But is that what you really want?” A peaceful voice spoke from behind.
Zero spun around, his claws stretching forward as his fangs growled, bestially— in front of him was.
“Eliza?” Zero’s eyes widened, his heart dropped as his pupils jolted across his sockets. “You can’t be real….”
“It makes no difference…. do you really want to destroy the world? That wasn’t your motivation before was it? Why would you fail at recognising your own self.”
Her words spoke with no emotion, care, sympathy, rage, wrath— it solely spoke with words. But her gown flowed with no air to pressure, her hair blew with no wind to spin, her eyes fluttered with no love in sight— she was divine, expected for a God.
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“You started to pretend to be me, your apathy— power over matter and utilising it to recreate the timelines, I regret giving you my blessing….”“Blessing? All you gave me was torture, death, pain and horror.” Zero spat.
“Aren’t you alive— shouldn’t that be what makes you happy? Your friends from Invalia died but you should live in their memory, live with joy in your heart for knowing you survived because you were chosen. The path that led you here— to this cage and moment was created by you and solely solely you— but now you can reconcile with your true self. Killing people and taking their souls to pollute your own empty heart, but now it’s just you— so think about yourself and work on it. Let the angels rest and how about you rise back again. The climax of all of humanity and the God’s sin will cultimate soon, will you survive or die?”
Eliza closed her eyes, her luminance fading— the light fading as she disappeared.
Zero grit his teeth, staring at where Eliza stood before.
Was it reality? Was it a delusion?
Zero walked over to the mud wall beside him, and began to smash his head against it—
Bam.
Bam.
Bam.
Bam.
Bam.
Bam.
Thud.
Zero fell to the ground, his eyes gazing at the ceiling as blood tinkled from his forehead; his immortality was gone so he didn’t heal— instead he felt the sensation.
And cried.
“I’m so sick of it.” Lichness was sitting in a tent— camo green, the usual as he laid his feet on the desk, eyes barely awake.
“What is it?” Ozymandias was beside him, he turned around staring at his comrade as his head was tilted to the side.
“I’m always on the sidelines, nobody respects me— only reason I’m even here is because Mog accidentally got beamed to hell.”
“Speaking of, the Lord is actually still trying to revive him.” Ozymandias smiled.
“Okay…. it’s okay— I’m used to being number two. You know when I walk through the streets, nobody recognises me as the First Commander of the Pucks— nobody even remembers my last name…” His tone, sombre, as he stared at a glass of tea in front of him.
His reflection didn’t show.
“Lichness Evergard, you have to show the world that you aren’t just the friend of the Late Jonah Sala.”
“He died five years ago and everyone forgot— everyone forgot the Reprisal, it’s as if a God did a memory wipe on all of Civilization. Wait.”
“Memory wipe? You read too much comics.”
“Comics?” Lichness’ ‘ears’ perked.
“Like Superman, Batman, Spiderman.” Ozymandias rambled.
“Who are they? What’s that?”
“Old world traditions— oh wait, you don’t know that.” Ozymandias lifted his hand to his mouth. “Oops.”“Wait? The Old World? Earth?” Lichness’ eyes widened as he felt something sharp pierce his head.
“Said too much.” Ozymandias giggled, his right index finger was blowing off smoke as…
Lichness’ body fell to the ground, collapsing off his seat.
Blood leaking from his skull.
Ozymandias walked over to him, sighing. “I really liked that one too, it’s always my—”
Lichness’ body rose up, a ghastly purple aura enveloped his body as he began to cackle.
“Do you seriously believe that a Necromancer would die? I am Lichness Evergard as you said— now what if I truly make myself known and kill you! THEN MAKE YOU MY PUPPET!” His voice spoke in a forbidden language, a language from the old world— English.
“You speaking English? Hey I did send something through that skull— sadly I didn’t make this Lich die properly, I’ll do better this time!” Ozymandias jolted away before stancing into a sumo position. He stomped his feet— threw handful of salt in the air and clapped his hands, “Ha!”
“You were planning to kill me all along? Let me guess— all those cadets are fake.”
“Precisely!” Ozymandias remained cheery, “Precisely! Precisely!”
“I AM OZYMANDIAS HERONEY! KING OF KINGS! LOOK ON MY WORK YE MIGHTY AND DESPAIR!”
His voice bold and shouting as he slapped his hands once more— the vibration sending the tent flying into the sky— revealing the baby blue.
“I AM LICHNESS EVERGREEN! LAST LICH! LAST FRIEND OF JONAH SALA! THE FIRST COMMANDER OF AN UNTRUE ARMY!”
Lichness shoved a cigarrete into his mouth, lighting it with his left hand as he prepared a snap with his right.
“Ilasanaya Nyalasha!”
Thank you for reaching the end of this chapter!
A lot went down, and from here the story begins to accelerate even faster. Every character is being tested, and every decision is reshaping the world around them.
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