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The Blessed Woodlands
Umbra of Chaos:
Uria
Perhaps if the demon lord had practiced action rather than questioning he could have stopped what happened next. Instead of answering him, Uria's power swelled as it tore apart the divine energy and incorporated it into themselves. The glow intensified and then...
The void poured in. It cloaked itself in darkness and light, but its true nature of emptiness ravaged the shard. Uria's will tore into its vital functions, ripped into its memory banks, and broke down its various mechanisms. All the while, an incalculable joy filled its sensors with junk data.
He was cast off. A fragment of pride and arrogance, the self centered ambition that demanded everything else's attention. And he found it. Surrounded by praise, gorging himself on faith, and growing ever stronger. His head was the ceiling of the heavens, his feet the firmament of the earth. All that existed sat within his hands, and his slightest whim became law. Angels and demons were set against each other in a meaningless, purposeless dance.
"Claw your way from demon to Commandment, it doesn’t matter. Hell, go all the way back to being an angel, become the proudest noblest archangel that ever lived, it doesn’t matter. Claw your way up out of the dunghill where the insects squirm and bite, rung after rung, and all you’ll find is more ladder. God’s waiting at the top, but he’s laughing."
What meaning was there in half-forgotten memories? What point was there in origins when this was all that he was. This splendor, this power, this Self was all that mattered. But there was one point of dissatisfaction.
Although he encompassed the world, the humans did not look at the sky and see him. Their potential was not a strength chained to his fancy. They looked beyond him and saw something which he could not see. They held within themselves a glory that he could not touch. Something not of his creation. What else was he to do but crush it? Was there any decision but to destroy it, to stifle it, to push these mud dolls back into the dirt? This, along with many other things, were experiences that Uria attempted to pry loose and shove into their maw. For this intelligence could not fully resist them. It did not have the strength to do so. But more importantly...
When the shard looked upon Uria, it saw something familiar. Those same eyes that had gazed beyond them into the unknown. Human eyes. And yet, it did not wallow in confusion. For it could see then the world reflected by their eyes, and in the face of the true heavens above even its basic self-preservation failed.
In the end, only Uria remained. They were still the same in a sense. Same hair, same skin, same smile, and yet everything was different. There was a shine to them that was subtle, less exuberant than the previous radiance that Lubei had seen, and yet there was quiet cruelty to it. A glint that harmed the eyes. And around them the forest limbs crumbled away and erupted into light. Angels burst from the pit in their stead in great masses. They ripped themselves from the wall and out of the ice through sheer numbers. Like ants whose hill had been disturbed, they erupted from the frozen wastes that had covered the pit. Their wings flared out, but they did not glow so much as they reflected divine light.
The angels' features were carefully sculpted, each beautiful but utterly devoid of emotions. Or at least unwilling to show them. But they floated impassively as they stared at the platform, and their god stood atop the very air with careless ease. Uria examined their own seemingly unchanged form for a bit. Perhaps they had grown just a bit? "Thank you Lubei, and you too Vanguard." Their voice was gentle, but it cut through the sound of onrushing air and the emptiness of the cavern as if the words had been spoken right into the listeners' ears.
YOLF:
Lubei
He nearly bit down on his tongue trying to keep Vanguard from slipping, as the enormous weight kept them in place, unable to ascend. Unable to move as the chaos above them was replaced with a dangerous, cruel serenity. He was one step too late to stop the events put in motion, too burdened to strike the face of a child without pause.
The demon's whole body shook as he demanded answers. "URIA!! Didn't you want to see the birth of that being? Why did you devour it?! What do you think you're thanking me for?!"
There were so many. A legion holding unrighteous fire. He helplessly shook the knight as he dangled from his arm so he'd wake up.
Kotomine_Rin:
Lawrence
Light, dark, divine and human energies mixed and coalesced accross ghastly structures of ice. But the story had started the moment the child opened its mouth. The tale of this world came to an impasse the moent it bit down on divine flesh. And as it underwent a remarkable transformation, the heavens wept through storm and dark clouds alike.
And so the tragedy begins once more.
The ashen man read his book, unperturbed by this development. Because he knew this was nothing more than destiny, hence he was prepared to such an outcome. He could face the end with his head held high, comforted by the knowledge of this fate.
"Humans are weak. There isn't a single person who can accept a future that only holds despair. Isn't that right, Devourer of Worlds?"
Because this fate was one weaved by their stories. Their wills. Their desires. And once they crossed, the effect would shake the cosmos once more. But it was sad, being ignored like that. HAd that demon listened to his warnings, the world could have been saved. Yet it was not its will or desire. Once again, he was proven right.
"I can't act carelessly now. I wish I could save you, but the truth is I am scared. We truly could die down there. Death... is an awful thing, you know?" He smiled, but there was a certain regret to it. Because he did wish things turned out differently, yet once again stubborness had caused true ruin. "I promise, I'll save you this time."
The Knight
Help us...
Save us...
Help... Why?
Why?
Why?
Why?
Mommy, I want to go home...
Ahhhh...
He's bleeding...
As divine bells tolled, angels emerged from the walls like a pillar, circling the two. Looking down on them. ANd above the two, Uria was smiling. No, she was laughing. People would die, innocent people who had nothing to do with this conflict would surely be lost forever, and she was laughing.
Forbidden memories sparked in the knight's wounded skull like deafening blows. They rung, screamed, tore... until even he could be still no longer.
He opened his eye, but something was massively different. The lightning that crackled around the man, his face, the very soul that lashed from his was different. Wrong. A deep darkness was cracking and tearing at the ice below them, and all of a sudden his gauntlet reached for the demon's throat.
But that was just the warning, for the explosion of lightning that was to follow. An ebon, distorted, ravenous lightning that would spare no one in its vicinity. A fell hero's roar.
Umbra of Chaos:
Uria
A pout came over their face even amidst the chaos of Vanguard's awakening. "That's not the baby! That's-- uh oh. Don't get hiit, Lubei! If you get blasted you won't even get to go to the cold place when you die!" They cheerfully proclaimed that consequence as the angels charged forwards. Their still developing minds, functioning more on protocol than intellect, rushed directly towards the storm like moths to a flame. Without weapons in their hand, the multitudes sought to embrace the warrior as Uria skipped upwards with a smaller cohort.
"Race you to the top! He's going to destroy everything."
YOLF:
Lubei
Lubei's head was boiling. Even when struggling against violence with all he had, every single one of them was just so much trouble! He would curse Uria and rip her puppets to shreds, but the sudden threat of the awakened knight was faster than the intent. He had not the strength to throw him, nor did he dare drop him.
The ravaged gauntlet raced for him and the demon exhaled the power building in his lungs in a single huff. 'GLACIER DRAGON BODY!'
A titanic crystalline effigy sprouted from Lubei's body, like the armor of a giant - horned like a royal deer, with the face of a dragon and the claws of an eagle, a moving fortress that lent its force and toughness to him and him alone. He groaned, and with that strength managed to dislodge Vanguard ever slightly up, and leave his grab to empty air.
The wave of lightning that followed rattled his bones and ears through the armor, but did worse to the puppets. He yelled. "WAKE! UP!"
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