The Holy Man of The Church Creek

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It was a white world between dimensions where nothing else existed except empty space. It was known as the Dimensional Gap and the boundless energy that filled it was enough to crush any weaker existence into oblivion. However, High-Class Devils and their equivalents had a certain level of resistance due to their magical power and physical capabilities. This went to say that Super-Class Devils and their equivalents would have no issue whatsoever with traversing through it.

Rizevim cut a sorry figure as he appeared panting from a fissure created by his own power. Sweat matted his brow and his hands were trembling from a lingering chill that refused to leave him. No mater how far he ran, he felt like he was still being watched and judged by the founders who together created the Underworld into what it was. The Seventy-Two Demons, the Guardian Pillars of the Underworld.
With their wings, they encompassed the skies, large and matted with reptilian scales, feathers, or leather. With their power, they dominated the lands of Hell to rule as Princes, Kings, Archdemons, and Presidents to watch and torment over sinners.
Regardless of time, regardless of death, their existence was tantamount to the scourge of Heaven. Not even the Angels in all their power and glory could quell the might of the Seventy-Two in the Great War.
Spears had been broken, swords shattered, but the legend would live on.
From the hole that Rizevim had ripped directly from the Underworld, he could still sense the changes occurring within it by spreading out his energy in a sort of spiritual awareness.
He saw it all.
In the burning fields of the Deep Abyss, a monolithic being of smoldering ash and magma traversed the blistering plains, dancing embers left in its wake. Its body was covered in a white pith like burnt charcoal and mottled with fiery crevices that contained the unbridled ferocity within.
It did not attack the monsters spawned from Annihilation Maker, it crushed them in towering columns of hellfire.
Belial, Lord of Searing Flame.
The Devils of House Belial flew in the air alongside their progenitor; the King of the Rating Games, Dihauser Belial acting as the vanguard.
Elsewhere, in the lands of ice and snow, the Great Leviathan sprang forth from the bitter cold singing a rhapsody of death and frozen despair. Her humanoid body was coated in permafrost shaped into the fashion of a billowing mantle. The jeweled tiara placed upon her head held up long tresses of pale silver coloured hair which revealed deep azure coloured pupils glowing dimly within a turbulent storm.
The chill of an endless winter permeated outwards, coating the land in an eternal snow that crept up the bodies of the Jabberwocky and froze them into sculptures of ice. A single flick of a hand later, and the bodies shattered into jagged shards that clattered over the ground.
Further off, the Lord of Flies began his descent.
Plague, hardship, disease, a swarm of unholy locust swept across the lands of the eastern underworld. Beneath the horde, a magic circle shone for all to see as a group of flies congregated together and manifested into the form of an impassive looking man. He donned a black circlet over his head, his body covered in a layer of purple haze. He appeared sickly, his cheeks sunken in and the tips of his fingers yellowed and tinted with black. However, the disregard in his gaze was unnerving.
Different from Leviathan or Belial, the Jabberwocky and Bandersnatch prowling through the Underworld and spawning their ilk could sense an unparalleled danger hidden within the Lord of Flies body.
The man raised a hand, and the eastern underworld darkened into night and shadows. Whispers, light and eerie echoed within the ears of all. They spoke of passion, of ambitions, and ideals, but all at once, they were filled with a type of malice that eroded away the rationality of the mind. It spoke most of what one wished to hear, but took away all that was truly important.
It spoke of cursed words and origins, trickery and deceit.
Life ebbed and waned, before snuffing out in its entirety. Soul-like shadows drifted out from the bodies of the Jabberwocky and congealed over the Lord of Flies open palm which he soon stowed away.
A Deal with a Demon. A prince of the Underworld, the Demon Beelzebub.
Rizevim couldn't help but shiver when he realized that Beelzebub seemed to languidly stare right at him as his senses passed by.
Fuck.
Dark whispers suddenly began to reverberate within Rizevim's ears and for a moment, he felt his head beginning to throb. He panicked and shifted his senses elsewhere. He didn't dare inspect what was occurring in the West or South Section of the Underworld since he could already predict who would be there.
In the North there was Leviathan, in the East, there was Beelzebub, in which case, the West and South must have individually housed The First Demon Lucifer, and Lord Asmodeus. Leviathan and Beelzebub were one thing, but both Lucifer and Asmodeus were known to be far more violent then their counterparts which made up the past Four Great Satans. No, the analogy was wrong.
In the time of Demons, there was no such thing as the Four Great Satans. Instead, it was just the Pillars. However, the reason that the Four Great Satans were derived from Leviathan, Asmodeus, Lucifer, and Beelzebub were because the bloodlines of those Demons were the absolute strongest.
Worse, Leviathan and the others weren't fighting on their own. Their brethren were spreading out across the entirety of the Underworld, the most important of which did not even specialize in fighting.
It was the Duke playing an ancient melody upon an ethereal set in the middle of the Underworld; fingers dancing upon imaginary keys to unseal the structure present above the purple sky. It wasn't a castle, nor was it a type of bastion, but an archive containing the records of the world.
The Duke did not possess the strength to rule with tyranny, nor did he possess an ability to alter the landscape, instead, what he was granted for his dominion and authority was the right to oversee a key of wisdom.
Might did not matter.
Influence did not matter.
His only true duty was to act as the Keeper of all Knowledge.
Dantalion of the Forbidden Library of Bibliotheca.
The strength found through words and documented within ancient text, forbidden and otherwise resonated with the root laws of the universe.
"So, it had been said, and so it shall be. Let this requiem of the past play once more and grant thee knowledge in life and in death." the Duke's voice reverberated throughout the underworld, gentle yet filled with deeper meaning that unlocked an aspect of the mind one did not even know. "The clamoring of man striving for the betterment of society, the struggles of higher power and the wars waged, is there truly any real meaning? I tell you not of the ways of common thought, but of the knowledge of a thousand tomes."
Humanity did not reach the apex of its Golden Age through strength and ability, but through gathered knowledge. The Duke's voice entered the ears of Devils and Demons alike, bolstering their innate abilities and power through the root of all knowledge. Just as a gun would only truly be lethal in the hands of those who knew how to wield it, the words of Dantalion were like instructions that gave the answer to everything.
Dantalion should have had been the first Demon that Rizevim should have had stopped at all costs, not only to stop the re-summoning of the Legions, but because of the essence of Dantalion's power. There was a reason why House Dantalion had been targeted as the First Priority in the Great War, and the knowledge that they possessed was entirely that reason.
Even if Rizevim wanted to stop Duke Dantalion, he would not do so. He did not wish to risk himself. The fact that Leviathan and the rest were only four of the Great Demons that comprised Goetia caused such terror within Rizevim that it was unbearable.
The situation was not turning out how he had expected. He had believed that he only had one Demon to worry about, not all Seventy-Two of them. If he didn't have such extraordinary self control, then perhaps he'd already be pulling at his hair in frustration.
He could also feel the events of the Human World due to his use of the Sephiroth Graal to resurrect the Evil Dragons of the various mythologies.
Over the grounds of the Earth, the Pantheons had directly moved, unable to keep still due to the threat towards humanity.
Rizevim had predicted such movement long ago since he'd broken the pact of non-aggression in the Human World and yet he couldn't implement any of his strategies after the emergence of Seventy-Two Demons took him off guard.
Rizevim saw that in the city of Greece, people were screaming and running as wyverns and members of the Khaos Brigade under his instruction killed and plundered. At the head of the attack on Greece, the Evil Dragon Ladon with its tree-like body remained idle in disinterest until figures appeared within the clouds one by one.
Lightning struck from the sky, the echo of thunder resounding throughout as a bearded man wearing a white chlamys and wooden sandals manifested. Arcs of electricity buzzed around him, branching off into smaller web-like bursts of light and static. The scent of ozone began to permeate as more and more people in Greece began to take notice of Twelve individuals floating freely in the air.
The Greek and Roman Pantheon: The Olympians whose images were eternally modeled into the purest of Marble sculptures.
Zeus, King of Olympus stood at the vanguard, his hand raised overhead as the heavens themselves appeared to scream with the roar of thunder.
Zeus was the youngest of all Olympians and the strongest of them all.
Son of Chronos, child of Rhea, his present fury knew no bounds.
Rizevim had not only set loose the Evil Dragons upon the world, but to counter the Pantheons, he directly touched upon many bottom lines. He knew that his individual power would never prove effective and therefore Rizevim sought the aid of old enemies.
For the Hinduic Gods, it was the Demons Kings.
For the Greeks, it was the Titans trapped within the bowls of Tartarus which was why Ladon, a Greek Dragon, was presently in Greece. Ladon's objective was to first free the Titan General Atlas who was cursed to bear the Weight of the World upon his shoulders. Zeus and the other Gods did not need to investigate to understand what was happening.
Originally, Rizevim was supposed to arrive back in time to lend his aid with Annihilation Maker, but Rizevim was currently held up. As such, the situation rapidly changed.
In Greece, the Olympians had already assembled.
Zeus would not stand still any longer. The lands of Greece and it's surrounding countries were the last locations where Greek culture and faith was preserved. None of the Olympians wished to allow it any harm.
Storms erupted, the ground beginning to tremble.
"The Wrath of Olympus is upon you!" Tendrils of pure unadulterated lightning gathered upon Zeus's palm. "Feel it's fury!"
Zeus unleashed his power, the world illuminated in flashes of light that harvested the lives of numerous enemies. Shockwaves and deafening explosions drowned out hysterics of the human media teams shooting coverage of the events around the world.
The people of Greece themselves stared up in disbelief. The marble statues of the Greek Gods were carved in the Greek Gods images. It didn't take long for anyone to identify the Olympians fighting in the air.
Chariots of blue and red shot forth a deluge of divine arrows. They were the twin Olympians representing the Sun and Moon.
Apollo of the Sun, and Artemis of the Hunt.
The other Olympians separated and covered their own grounds to defend.
Ladon bore the brunt of the assault, his numerous barriers barely managing to hold against the Olympians.
Within the Aegean Sea, a humanoid figure barrelled into the salty waters before forming a massive whirlpool that gathered the energy of the distant waves. Sea foam and marine animals began to circle around each other and take on the form of a massive body of water that snatched at all enemies seeking to travel across the channel.
Poseidon, God of the Seas and Earthshakers had arrived.
Seeing everything from the safety of the Dimensional Gap, Rizevim felt his blood draining from his face before he staggered.
Nothing was going right since the beginning. What was worse than anything else, was that no matter how much he willed his power to close the fissure he'd created from the Underworld, it just wouldn't close. The longer it stayed open, the more likely it was that his trail could be followed.
He tried harder and harder to no result, until he finally took notice of who he was competing against.
He could see it just off the edge of his vision. The power of the figure of a True Demon congregated from the wills of the Seventy-Two Pillars combined forcibly maintaining the hole between dimensions.
A Beast of Humanity, Annihilation, and Despair.
Look up and behold. He who changes the world by his whim. It's power one of absolute incineration.
The Gods themselves could rend the seas and shatter mountains with their bare hands, but they could never kill all of humanity with a single charged strike. At the end of the day, humanity was the power source of all Gods. The energy of faith providing all God's meaning in their existence. Unlike the history of another world where the Gods had truly split with Humanity in the age of ancient Sumeria, the Gods of the present world were still whole and necessary. This was in order to maintain the balance of the supernatural.
However, Goetia could still exist even after the death of all humans. He had been ruthless. In order to save humanity, he'd once chosen to extinguish humanity as a whole instead.
Goetia's eyes appeared to be mocking Rizevim, belittling him of his true nature: A coward too frightened to put up even a single smidgen of resistance.
Rizevim shuddered involuntarily, the panic within him swelling out of control when he thought of contending against such a power. The fact that he couldn't close the dimensional fissure that he'd created obviously meant that Goetia could reach him at any point in time.
There was no escape. This was the Judgement of the Seventy-Two. All that mattered now, was when.
The despair on his face caused fluctuations in his control of his magical energy, potent swirls rapidly expanding outwards.
In the distance, the Great Red, the Red Dragon of the Dimensional Gap opened a single eye in disinterest before closing it once again. It breathed lightly, and the swirls of energy the Rizevim had unintentionally sent towards it were directly snuffed out.
Mind blank, it wasn't until Rizevim felt a new presence behind him that he turned to face the direction of the dimensional fissure that he'd created. Right before his eyes, Shirou appeared in front of him.
"Marbas, you are alone?" Rizevim's tone was filled with trepidation as if Goetia would suddenly appear at Shirou's back.
"I myself am more than enough to defeat you," Shirou replied, greatly relieving Rizevim of his inner fears.
If it was just Marbas alone, then Rizevim was confident of his victory. He'd already spent years analysing the extent of the Demon Marbas's power in the Underworld Civil War. In fact, he was perhaps the most knowledgeable on this matter than any other Devil in existence.
Marbas's overconfidence would be the root of the Civil War Hero's undoing.
Rizevim smiled languidly, but didn't immediately attack. He waited a moment to make sure that absolutely no one else would be coming from the dimensional fissure before he made his move.
Pure magical power surrounded him in a protective shield as Marbas's Demonic energy enveloped the area.
Rizevim groaned, the pressure of Marbas's energy far higher than he had expected, but at least it was tolerable. His eyes fully focused on the black taint that Marbas naturally released in every fight. In the analysis that he had made regarding Marbas, the one aspect that guaranteed defeat was the moment that one touched the black taint of Marbas's Demonic energy. The taint itself appeared to harbour a potent curse that even Gods of Light would not be able to withstand. Worse, at times, the energy was difficult to detect before it crawled up one's legs and incapacitated them. This being the case, his original plan was to combat against Marbas in the Dimensional Gap to begin with.
The Dimensional Gap was a white void. There was nothing other than an empty space and the gathered unseen energy between dimensions that filled it.
It was practically impossible for Marbas to catch him off guard and incapacitate him with Demonic energy. He'd notice and react before anything like that could happen. If he was still caught when he could see the black threads of curses coming at him, then he was honestly just incompetent.
Seeing the black threads of Marbas's Demonic energy seeking to encroach him from all sides, he pushed out with his magical power and forced it back.
Unlike Marbas's other foes, Rizevim was treating Marbas with the utmost caution to the point that he actively avoided any kind of close confrontation. From a distance he could still avoid Marbas's curse-like energy, but from close range, it was impossible.
This was the reason why he'd taken Annihilation Maker. Rather than fight Marbas himself, he was content to just wear Marbas down by sending conjured fodder to attack.
This was the optimum strategy that he had come up with after assessing every battle that Marbas had ever participated in. Sadly, it would have had worked too, if he was versing the Marbas of the past who was restricted by mental constraints that he was not privy too. Presently, said mental restraints didn't exist.
Dodging Marbas's Demonic Energy from a distance, Rizevim extended a hand and channeled magical power into this finger tips. The Magic Seal of Lucifer burst into life.
Lucifer was the head of the order of the Seventy-Two Pillars. He was the Strongest of Demons and hailed as the First Fallen Angel cast out from the Heavens.
Potent magical energy swelled within House Lucifer's bodies to the point that even children could prove a danger to mid-class devils. This meant to say, that if an Ultimate-Class Devils was born into House Lucifer, one could only image the level of destruction and capability such an heir would have.
Rizevim was a Super Class.
A low hum resounded as Rizevim's magical energy released tendril-like arcs of energy over the palm of his hand and blasted out.
At first it was nothing but a small sphere, but it rapidly expanded outwards and enlarged until it was as large as a building. At the same time, Rizevim willed the conjurations that he'd made with Annihilation Maker to lunge forward.
Marbas's Demonic energy would not be able to block everything.
Expectedly, when his Magical blast struck against Marbas's Demonic energy, the two forces nullified each other and left a temporary hole that the conjured summons utilized to enter Marbas's strike range.
Go on. Rizevim thought in his mind while willing the energy within him into a magic circle that he'd hidden within the body of one of his conjured summons. The moment that Marbas lashed out in any physical way, Rizevim would detonate the energy stored within for a direct strike at Marbas's body.
Another thing that Rizevim had discovered during his research regarding the Demon Marbas was that there were reported cases of Marbas fainting from his own power. This was a piece of information that he'd obtained after extracting it from the memory of one of House Sitri's members that had used to formally act as one of Serafall Sitri's personal guards.
Should Marbas manage to defend against all attacks, then surely Marbas would have to use more of his double-edged power. In which case, Rizevim's victory would draw all the closer.
C'mon. Do it. What are you waiting for?
Rizevim eyed his opponent carefully, hands feeling clammy in his excitement.
However, he stiffened when Marbas looked directly at him without a smidgen of emotion.
It was unnerving, prompting him to hurriedly review everything that he knew regarding Marbas.
This won't fail. It can't.
Rizevim refused to believe that he'd missed anything so vital in his conflict with the Demon Marbas.
He was wrong.
"I am the Bone of my Sword." Words of power were spoken from an indifferent expression, causing the air to distort and the energy between the boundary to erupt in excitement.
Parallel worlds existed. Rizevim had learned of this concept earlier on and steadfastly made it his goal to wreak havoc across the realms as a True Devil. Subsequently, he'd done many experiments regarding the Dimensional Gap to discover that each world contained a unique energy and laws. Within the boundary between dimensions, one could enter a parallel world by expanding on one of these energies and forcibly following it to its source. Rizevim dubbed this energy as 'World Energy.'
Presently, Rizevim could feel the unique characteristics of a World taking shape. A world that seemed to exist with the Demon Marbas at its origin. World Energy fluctuated around Marbas in a storm.
Rizevim's magic shot and conjured summons all came to a halt mid-attack as swords of steel manifested into the air and directly decimated the conjured summons. In regards to Rizevim's magi blast, the attack was left unhindered and made direct impact with Marbas.
Far from revealing any satisfaction at injuring his opponent, Rizevim felt a tingle in his scalp.
"Steel is my Body and Fire is my blood."
The attack dissipated off of Marbas's body like smoke despite the explosion that occurred all around. It created a fiery backdrop while Marbas's deep bronze coloured eyes stared at Rizevim impassively.
"I have created over a thousand blades."
The energy swirled and manifested into swords, spears, and daggers that immediately surrounded Rizevim from all sides.
There would be no escape.
So, that's what it was. Rizevim couldn't help but swallow while staring at the unchanged expression on the Demon Marbas's face. It wasn't the Demon Marbas that was being overconfident, it was he himself.
This wasn't a fight. Maybe it was never meant to be. The difference in strength was just too large. Sure, if it was just the power of the Demon Marbas that he was up against, perhaps there would have had been a chance, but against the kind of power that was currently surrounding him, there was no competition.
"W-What is this?" He stared around at the weapons caging him at the center while furiously activating Annihilation Maker to counter each sword, spear, and dagger.
It was then that the Demon Marbas spoke solemnly.
"It's not enough."
It's not enough? The words echoed in Rizevim's mind while looking at the thousands of conjured summons that he'd created. Each one stood with a defensive posture.
Rizevim's confusion and doubt did not last long.
"Unaware of loss, nor aware of Gain."
The swords in the air doubled, then tripled until the entire space around Rizevim was nothing but an entire mass of steel. Worse, Holy and Demonic Swords were present everywhere, their sharp edges able to directly pierce through the toughest of energy and material.
Rizevim attempted to resist with his overbearing magical energy, but as if to hammer the final nail into a coffin, Marbas raised a single hand. Five rings shone with divine light that immediately took away Rizevim's magic.
It was the light of God.
Before the rings of the Grand Caster, all magic was rendered null and void.
Despair suddenly clouded Rizevim's eyes as Marbas raised a finger in preparation to attack, the swords obeying Marbas's bidding.
"D-Don't!" Rizevim shouted in a panic. "If I die, then the Trihexa will be released!"
Marbas gave pause.
Yes. This was a chance!
Rizevim was picking at straws, but what he had done as a final fail safe was to link his death with the release of the Trihexa's seal. "Look for yourself!"
Rizevim readily activated a magic circle related to the failsafe that he'd left at the Trihexa's resting ground within a dimension parallel to Earth.
Marbas's eyes narrowed while scrutinizing the magic seal, seeing no deceit in Rizevim's words.
"Then I'll just capture you," Marbas remained unperturbed, but it was like a ray of light was shining down on Rizevim from a deep abyss. Even if he was captured, so long as he was alive, then that was all that mattered.
Rizevim was a coward and he knew it, but throughout history, the ones that always survived were the one's who cut their losses the fastest. The cowards of the battlefields.
The swords around Rizevim directly launched forward, ripping through all of his defences and striking directly at his body. He staggered, bleeding and bloodied, yet his faint breaths indicated that the man was still alive.
The battle was over, if it could even be called a battle.
Rizevim was inwardly grieving. If he'd known that the outcome of the fight would turn out like this, perhaps he would have changed everything.
Goetia wasn't the only monster around.
Marbas, a Trinity of Three.
God. Demon. And Mortal.
Rizevim wheezed for breath and watched as Marbas drew closer to him.
Yes. This was fine. So long as he lived, his life was what mattered most.
Just as Marbas reached a hand out to take Rizevim into his custody, a mass of tainted black energy struck Rizevim in the forehead.
Rizevim blinked once, then twice, before his eyes rolled up into his head where a bloody hole was carved through his skull.
So, this was death?
In his final moments, Rizevim couldn't understand where it was that he had gone wrong. Perhaps he never would.
Rizevim directly collapsed into a heap, the magical energy surrounding him and protecting him from the dangers of the Dimensional Gap no longer active. He was torn apart under Shirou's gaze.
Shirou felt his stomach sink, the One God within him growing solemn as the Seal of Trihexa grafted onto Rizevim's soul directly shattered and released the Beast of Apocalypse.
Not good. Not good at all.
Shirou hurriedly turned in the direction where the attack had come from only to falter.
Ayakoji?
The man didn't look right. He seemed pained, his complexion pale as beads of sweat formed over his brow. Moreover, how was Ayakoji, a human, able to withstand the harsh conditions of the Dimensional Gap?
"Ayakoji?" He called out carefully.
Ayakoji did not respond. Rather, Ayakoji winced and placed both hands over his temples as if in a great deal of pain.
When Shirou listened closely, he could hear Ayakoji muttering to him. It was difficult to hear from where he was, so Shirou son approached.
"Don't come. Don't come any closer."
Ayakoji's mutterings finally filtered into his ears.
He stiffened, gaze shooting up to stare at Ayakoji's blackened eyes and trembling body.
What Shirou did not know, was that years prior to his arrival in the present world, Ayakoji and Griselda had once stumbled upon a black mass of cursed taint during one of their missions by the church. Out of the two, Ayakoji had been attacked by it which should have had taken his life long ago. However, he made a miraculous recovery, not knowing that the black mass just remained dormant within him.
The moment Shirou sensed whatever entity was controlling Ayakoji, the familiarity was unmistakable.
The taint of the Holy Grail. One that wasn't subject to Angra Mainyu's control after having spent hundred of years in another world to develop its sentience.
"You do not belong here, and it's now time for you to return." The voice that left Ayakoji's mouth was distorted and unnatural. It was All the World Evil.
A rift suddenly formed beneath Shirou which sucked him into it while he was off guard. Of course, he resisted, but he was standing too close to Ayakoji and Ayakoji directly pushed him in.
His vision swam, a tunnel of white propelling him through the void before spitting him back out in the sky of familiar place where he cratered into the ground.
"We've been had." The One God's voice echoed within his mind.
He didn't quite understand what the One God meant until he pushed himself up onto his feet and began to look around him.
He froze, eyes widening as a distinct red bridge over a wide river entered his view.
He patted the dirt and grime off of his form before sucking in a breath. After all the time that had passed, he was back.
Fuyuki City.
In the world of Gods and Devils, it didn't matter where anyone was, Heaven, the Earth, or the Underworld, all could feel it. An aggregation of potent energy that traversed across all of existence.
It was a power that swallowed the lesser pantheons in an instant; the low-tier Gods immediately annihilated.
From Greece, to Spain, to Russia, and across the world, the Gods trembled.
The Seal of the Trihexa was unleashed.
Deep within the Underworld, the Seventy-Two Pillars suddenly stopped moving at the same time. With Bandersnatch and Jabberwocky mainly dealt with, the safety of the Underworld was already guaranteed. Under the gazes of all Devils, the Demons of the Seventy-Two closed their eyes and began to gather together into a single entity.
Goetia took form once more, and this time, he did not remain within the Underworld. With of a brush of his hand, a way to the Mortal world opened before he traversed through.
The Devils looked to each other before wordlessly following, their faith in their progenitors unshakable.
Goetia did not waste a second of time.
Upon entering the Human World, he looked up in the direction of the converging mass of energy where the restraints of the Trihexa were breaking layer by layer. He had a feeling that the situation would come to this. He'd learned in his time facing off against the human Master of Chaldea to expect the worst in any situation.
He'd lost connection with Shirou and was suddenly left on his own.
This was one of those times. Therefore, he'd been preparing himself since the beginning. This was already his second life, impossible as that sounded.
The time had come.
The bands of light around the earth converged with him at the center.
He took in a breath, channeling his strength from within him.
'The end of a journey, and the beginning of a path that would redo the history of the planet.'
Light shone from the eye over his chest, the thorns of the crown over his head in the shape of antlers releasing a low hum.
He was the one who mastered all.
Ars Almadel Salomonis.
The energy that the Trihexa was releasing was suddenly offset by the emergence of an equal power that erupted to oppose it.
The original purpose of Goetia's creation was to protect humanity.
This time he would do it on his own terms without the prejudice of his past life.
In response to his energy, the seal of the Trihexa shattered completely, making direct contact with Goetia's energy in a clash for dominance.
It was the first bout of two doomsday entities of different worlds.
A Grand Battle on a scale never before seen.
One fought for the sake of killing all, and the other fought because it now understood the meaning in life.
The Beast of the Apocalypse. Vs. The Beast of Humanity's World Order Project.
May Solomon's light guide the way.
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