That day…
That night…
All of TIME happened simultaneously…
The heavens wept in sorrow, the stars mourned and bled.
The earth was choked up with corpses, mostly fresh and newly killed.
All brutally mutilated.
In the midst of these was a man.
He wore the sky as a cloak, now bloodied crimson.
His physique supple and sublime, a red and golden battle armour adorned his chest, a golden helmet with a harsh red frill barely covered his devilishly handsome face
On his right hand was a spear, golden and immaculate, shivering at the beat of his pumping heart.
Its handle was like that of a spine of some unknown mythical creature, a large lizard, or maybe a dragon …
On his left hand was the skull of some unholy abomination that should not be named or even imagined.
The skies bled at his gaze… his golden eyes contrasting with his dark flowing hair that reached his waist, threatening to rip the fabric of creation from its motion.
The heavens wept…
They wept rain…
Red Rain…
They wept blood.
All of creation was shattered and broken.
The land he stood on was the fragments of a small star.
Behind him, black holes exuded their gravitational force, absorbing all there was about this broken reality.
The Stars fell like tears…
The world's mourned…
The man was bloodied, not from the blood of his enemies…
No, he was beyond the stain of mere mortality.
He was bloodied from betrayal.
His very own friends.
Those he called brothers and sisters.
Those who he gave his all to protect…
Those who swore to stand beside him in this last battle, to live and die together.
They had left him, running away like cowards to save their skin.
'For the glory of their clans' they said…
'Too young to die' they cried.
But at least, this didn't move him at all.
Not until what seemed an eternity ago…
They did the unthinkable…
In what seemed out of spite, they demanded he reveal his most guarded secret. To let it pass on to the next generation.
"Bullshit!!!"
The man Roared to the Heavens, causing all of the cosmos before him to shudder.
He hadn't been too angry, not until the woman he called the love of his life tried to advise him to give up his secrets.
He'd gone through life and death with her.
He'd conquered worlds for her.
He'd buried billions the day her father died, and billions more to mourn her mother.
He gave her the very heavens and earth, made her name resound across the heavens and the earth.
He'd done so much to prove himself to her, and she'd given him children, they'd even created a clan in his name.
But yet, She dared side with his very enemies.
She looked him in the eye and pierced a knife into his heart.
"Bullshit!!!"
'Your sacrifice will never be forgotten… so just pass on the secret of the Earthly Vessel to us. We will find you a worthy successor'
"Bullshit!!!"
When he hadn't agreed, they all banded together to make a formation to weaken him.
But they knew for a fact, this man could not be sealed so easily.
And so, they banished him to the ends of existence.
The well of eternal Darkness…
The Void.
Since they couldn't kill him, then let him fight the void for all eternity…
They had left him to die.
They made him their scapegoat to carry their burdens.
And left him to die!!!
But for him, dying wasn't part of the rules…
Not until he'd flipped the whole universe and crushed those cockroaches.
Not until he'd hung all his enemies for an eternity and some more…
Not until they wished for death and not found it…
Not until his Vengeance was complete.
The spear in his hand moaned him his agony, but the man seemed not to care.
The gripped the spear, throwing it into the void, shattering the space before him.
The spear gave a draconic cry, fading into the small crack that led back to reality.
"Be free little one, we will meet again" the man muttered in grief.
For of all the things he had left in this world, his spear was the only thing that didn't betray him.
He sat on nothingness and began to cultivate.
He drew in a breath and muttered mantras to himself.
Soon, his body began to slowly decay and rot.
He was an Immortal, as old as the heavens and the earth.
But before the void, he could do nothing but wait for not just death.
He awaited Annihilation.
He looked towards the crack that slowly sealed itself, weaving several hand signs as he hummed.
Then his eyes gleamed with evil light…
His body began to crack, his heart melted and his spirit dissolved.
He prepared to annihilate himself, hoping that his gamble would pay off.
But even if he fell into the cycle of reincarnation, or he stopped existing altogether, one thing was sure…
His vengeance would be swift…