Fighting as One
Nothing of such scale, grandeur or such complete devastation could be called anything but a violent storm of anger.
The army poured towards the small band making their way through the centre, their power terrible to behold, all falling before them. However the strain was beginning to show, their blades bloodied, sweat for once appearing on their brow and still their enemy came down upon them.
“There are too many!” One of the great fighters called, a gun rising suddenly to fire into the writhing, nightmarish shaped mass coming down upon them, “It was stupid to fight here.”
“We must keep the others safe,” another replies, his voice soft, filled with power, yet his own nervousness of what comes down upon them showing.
“Who else will protect them?” Another male voice adds, his voice gruff, filled with power unlike the others but with an echo of his master’s power shifting through it, aiding him.
A mighty shriek fills the air and the battle pauses as all turn to see another, greater creature storming through its own troops not caring who it turns aside, killing its own in its lust for the mighty prey before it.
These were the antithesis to the gods, every fear personified, every dashed hope, every scream in the night formed a creation. Just as every prayer and wish fed to the gods… Their numbers were growing year on year, just as the number of gods diminished; either to eternal slumber or whatever death awaits such a being.
Barely any of the old ones remained, but there in the darkness of this eternal night one family remained. One family fought on, silent protectors of the world they were born in, of the world they called home. Among them all, one fought with all the power of his ancient life, power fed to him by the family of his own he had forged in recent years.
“Set,” another female voice says, her voice slightly ragged though filled with power of her own as she flicks her swords one by one through the air, cleaning them of the black blood that adorns them, “There is no point in hiding now. He has found us anyway.”
He nods once, a sudden barrier descending around the group. They can no longer move from this position but in a few moments that will not matter. He stands in the middle of the defensive circle, his new family surrounding him protecting him as he finally releases his power, eyes closed as a peace settles on the battle, a pause in time as the true nature of his being is released. His skin darkens and swirls with reddish patterns, a chaotic shifting of power of his skin as a tornado of power suddenly surrounds their small group. The nearby terrors and nightmares squealing and shrieking as they attack the towering shield.
As if realising what is to occur their great enemy moves faster, making the ground shaking with every echoing footfall. A growl of displeasure cracking through the air as the creature bears down upon them, storm clouds arcing through the midnight starless sky, streaks of lightning arcing down through the paused battle. With one mighty fist it brings it down against the shield and it rings like a gong, the fight going still and all sound ceasing for that moment, as if the eye of a great storm settled around that party.
“Enough.” Set says softly, his voice crackling with power and the hissing of a thousand snakes, so filled with the noise it is like the static of the universe, and with that his eyes open. No longer quite seeing they shine with the light of a dying star, a supernova of power arcing out of them as his gaze turns towards the creature, his power flooding out from his being and into his family. For they are all connected, all part of the same force of energy now. They are united.
The army of night cowers back from them as the power is reflected through their own eyes, the true nature of chaos revealed as the power is finally released. As one they step forward and the shield shatters outwards, rolling through the army and cutting down all in its way like glass.
“I’ll deal with this rude individual,” he hisses staring up at the great beast, his gaze almost locking in place.
“Oh good more for us,” the first voice replies, her small frame no sign of her true power as her guns and eyes once more take aim on the surrounding enemies.
“Always taking the better jobs for yourself Set?” another laughs, her blades glinting with every flash of silent lightning.
“You know him Kahi,” the other, wolf like being laughs back, “that one was ‘rude’ he’d have to deal with it personally.”
Their master’s laughter rumbles through the sky itself, the final thunder to the lightning and with no further word he jumps towards the beast, fire arcing over his body as he hurtles towards his target. Hands reaching futilely for him as he charges forward, landing like a shockwave on the frame of his enemy, the great opposite to any god.
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“Heh,” Cache murmurs, firing off at one of the creatures, braver or stupider than its friends rushes them. It falls to the floor a neat wound going straight through its strange head. She turns to see another stood just behind her, arms raised to strike, unmoving its face a mask of pain a sword and a clawed hand protruding from its chest.
“You need to grow some eyes in the back of your head,” Reylan laughs, pulling his clawed hand free, fur matted with the dark ichor. All seem oblivious to the crashing thud of the great antigod falling to the ground behind them, a sword glinting as Seth moves.
“As if I couldn’t have dealt with that myself,” she scoffs, smiling thankfully though at her friends, her family, “Besides, unlike some people I don’t feel the need to change species constantly.” She laughs turning back to the battle.
“To be one shape constantly,” Kahi muses, her own flowing into one similar to joy, but not quite because of the battle they now have to fight and the chaos that flows through her, “Sounds quite dull.”
Then she jumps into the midst of the hoard, her swords flashing and her own and her masters power making enemies drop around her like flies. An instant later the other two join her, causing their own little circles of dancing, scything chaos that has only one outcome.
Their victory. …
He takes a step forward on the strange body of the antigod his footfall sending another shockwave, another pulse of power through the grounded creature as Seth raises his sword. His other hand rises lightning quick a pouncing terror sent sprawling back quite dead onto the ground as a pulse of energy lashes out and rips its life from it.
“Things like you do not deserve to live.” Seth murmurs the same hissing shifting through every syllable as he grinds the creature’s strange face into the sudden sand that sweeps the battlefield.
“We are the true chaos,” the creature replies, its voice quiet and silken.
Seth pauses and looks around the battlefield before turning back towards the stricken creature his laughter then terrible.
“It’s good to dream I suppose.” He comments, almost shrugging before driving his sword through the things eye into its brain and into the earth below. As it strikes the earth cracks and there is the sickening sound of every bone in his defeated enemy’s body breaking and turning to dust.
“Pathetic thing.” Seth murmurs as he pulled his blood stained and gore covered sword free, flicking it clean and sheathing it before turning to survey his friends with a smile. With an almost fatherly smile the dark god watches on as they fight, and he knows they do not need his aid any more than he has given with his power. On his own he leaps from the corpse and turns to face the final crowd of terrors stood looking at him, finally feeling terror of their own. For a brief second power flares through Seth’s being, lighting him with crackling light and energy and they turn and flee, chased by black clouds and eddies of chaos, encouraging them off the battlefield away into the darkness.
Silently his friends, his family walk up beside him looking on at the running figures. “Not going to kill them this time?” Kahi murmurs.
“If I did where would the legends come from?” he laughs, then his features become more serious as he shifts to look at them all, his power returning to its hidden, locked state. “Thank you… thank you. It is good to have you all here with me, it is good to not be alone.”
His smile is soft, and before any can reply he turns and walks on towards their destination cloak billowing about his tall form.