Epics of Noche 1, Anchor

EON CH 100

NOCHE SWEARS REVENGE.

1774, NOVEMBER 27th SUNDAY 5:30 pm.

Seven nuclear explosions threw fire and brimstone up into the air, suffocating the world with radiation and ash. Shockwaves sent waves racing as tsunamis grew in size and hurricanes formed from the change to temperature and atmosphere. Each major country on the planet was affected; the world watched as Edward laughed.

"Your loss – Cross," Edward cackled. "Tell me, having been sooooooo distracted by politics and peace – have you forgotten what it's like to fight a real Create warrior?"

Bubbles formed on the mushroom clouds; a sole humanoid emerged from each one unscathed.

"My Birds of Death! Each one strong enough to lift a million tons. Each one able to Create a nuclear explosion," Edward grinned. "Each one holds a V.I.P. from the Personification of Existence... Thus, each one strategically designed to counter a world-destroying Cross General."

Salt's moon-sized hand descended towards the nearest explosion – the one caused by the man in the yellow rain jacket. In response, he raised his arm, and a small beam of white fire shot towards the planet-sized titan. The world fell silent as Corruption ate its way up Salt's hand.

Being made of pure energy saved the young general's life. He removed his finger and made a new one – corruption made quick work of the detached digit. The white fire spread and multiplied, growing at an exponential rate until the celestial-sized body part was erased from existence.

"Behold, my general... Raven," Edward's grin expanded to unnatural proportions along his rubbery face. "Just as strong as a Cross general, with one minor exception – Cross Generals can't use corruption." 

The screen switched to a tanned skinned tall, muscular man with gray hair and beard; both were grown so long that they intermingled into each other. What stuck out most about him was his long, curling black mustache and the tattered robes he wore. He stood calm and confident – a warrior's pose.

"Albatross, with the Poe's V.I.P. of omnipotence."

Vida's head snapped towards the tv.

"Alba?" She whispered.

Next was a peach-skinned girl with neon pink hair. She was asleep, and wore blue pajamas speckled in yellow stars; the clothing's arms and legs were twice as long as her own. On her head was a sleeping cap that matched the outfit.

"Magpie, with the Poe's V.I.P. of matter manipulation."

A girl with silver hair, long pigtails, and three horizontal eyes appeared. She wore a checkered skirt, had on a pink corset, had X-shaped pasties covering her chest, wore thigh-high black socks, and brown shoes. She held a different outfit in each hand but dropped them both when the camera changed to her. 

"Falcon, with the Poe's V.I.P. of interdimensional portals."

An orb of green flesh floated on screen. It grew a head, two small legs, and two gigantic arms. All of the skin began to writhe and wriggle as if hundreds of centipedes crawled underneath until two separate mouths ripped open. One on the head, and a much larger one on the torso.

A row of giant human teeth grinned where the ribcage should have been. A large emerald tongue slithered out where the small intestines used to reside. Part of the green turned white and fabric-like – when the transformation was complete it looked like the creature wore a track suit with a fisherman's hat in the same style.

"Vulture, with the Poe's V.I.P. of flesh manipulation."

The screen changed to a girl with mocha skin, black hair, and covered head to toe in various tribal tattoos. She wore a light brown dress that looked nearly white and had a belt made of various bronze medallions. She wore sandals, a necklace of bronze beads, and had a short bob cut. She had a slight frown and her eyes avoided the camera.