Factory Reset: Divine Corruption

Chapter One Hundred and Eleven

Chapter One Hundred and Eleven: Erasing Light

A roar, a whispering, silent roar fractured the air around Mason as Divento flung his hand towards the rabbit, generating massive amounts of steel spikes millimeters from his palm. They were shot out at extreme speed, spirling through the air at thousands of revolutions per second over the distance of a few feet.

The electrifying, terrifying power of Boson-Energy rose its head, and the energy surged through every blood cell in Mason's body. Pressing a paw to steady himself, and with unnatural speed, Mason brought his arm around, slamming his solidified knuckles hard against the attack of steel and metal, diverting the flow instantly.

While shocked, Divento took no time in being shocked. He swung his arm up as he started to set up another throne of molten metal within the breaking machine. Mason would not allow that. He could not allow that to happen.

Divento flung out his hand more, his eyes dead set on destroying one of them, Mason or Ja'Kle, whoever he could. The room became darker as miniature black holes formed from DIvento's control. Gravity was pulled and stretched back and forth as they were formed and shot towards Mason. The rabbit grimaced, bracing his paws against the cold ground.

He wasn't sure what he could even do to destroy them. They were black holes, and although his scythe could when imbued with Boson-Energy. However, he didn't have his scythe anymore. Mason backed up a little, time seeming to slow. Maybe it was the adrenaline mixing with the lethal doses of Boson-Energy in the air, he wasn't sure.

Before the Black Holes could impact Mason, hairs away from beginning to draw him into their small event horizon, a wall of black, gooey, absent-matter sparked before him. In a flash of dark light, the black holes were absorbed by it, unable to be added to the mass of them as absent-matter was just that: Absent.

"Mason..." Ja'Kle called out weakly, barely starting to stir and get back onto his paws. It seemed that perhaps the Boson-Energy in the room had awoken him, or maybe by some other divine intervention. The rabbit turned on his heel, shooting towards his lover with haste. Mason slid on his knees, practically tackling Ja'Kle in a hug.

"Ja'Kle..." Mason cried into him, feeling his heart thump as he felt the familiar feeling of warmth and safety in the other's arms. Unfortunately, he also felt the feeling of the Boson-Energy being drained, and Mason had to quickly stop touching the other, much to the chagrin of both, "I'm so glad to see you, oh my god..." He told him, yearning to hug him more.

"We're not safe yet hun." Ja'Kle weakly replied, eyeing the barrier, "He's going to just activate the machine if we leave the wall up. The control's on that side..." Mason glanced at the absent wall that Ja'Kle had created. A writhing, semi-solid mass of goo-y organic-looking black "matter". Mason gulped, feeling fear arrive in his heart. And yet, with Ja'Kle there, Mason felt he could do anything.

"Then let's tear down that wall and stop him from activating the controls. One last fight, honey, one last fight." Mason replied, taking Ja'Kles hand into his own with a fierce determination about him. Ja'Kle nodded in response, a tired but still thriving defiance to him. Mason hold his hand, and Ja'Kle lowered the wall.

Ja'Kle was right, Divento was already trying to activate the machine, as ready as it was. The only thing left was to press the start button, beeping gently.. Mason jumped toward him with unnatural speed, arching red lightning around him as he attempted to use what little air there was to accelerate himself. Such a short distance to fly, Mason readied his fist.

Ja'Kle was right behind him, wanting to utilize this blessing he was gifted to its fullest. Ja'Kle spread out, knowing that he had been using it as a power-ring. A construct maker. There should be more to it than that. From the God of Absence, it should be able to-

Ja'Kle turned his head, and focused his eyes. Within his hand nothing grew. A spear of space that was absent of all things. Light, darkness. Visible in its invisibility. Ja'Kle readied the spear, took his shot, and threw it. It cut through the air completely annihilating all that it passed through.

Divento saw both coming. He raised pillars of steel and concrete, using the same ones to both knock Mason off his course by striking him in the side, but to prevent the spear from hitting its mark. However, it melted through the steel, it practically cut through the concrete like it wasn't there. In fact, there was no debris. Nothing left behind as it flew.

Divento felt the spear hit him. He felt it, he actually felt it. A body made of light that could barely be harmed in the first place. The absent matter ate through his form like it was nothing. Like it was not a god in the first place. Like it was mere tissue paper and it was water. It caused the god to scream.

And that's the chance that Mason took. As the god felt that spear pass through him, as it passed through everything on its trajectory, Mason used what little remind of the air and his own force-evolved limbs to strike the god. Ja'Kle reached out, aimed at Mason, and splattered him with the same absent-matter that he made the wall out of. So he could actually hurt the deity he was to punch.

Ja'Kle collapsed on the ground, panting hard, his body absolutely drained. It took a lot out of him to erect and then tear down that wall, a lot to make that spear that ate up everything, a lot to coat Mason in that substance.

Ja'Kle pressed his fingers against his own chest to cover him in that too. And as Mason railed on the God, each striking eating away at that body of light, he couldn't help but chuckle. They had won, Divento was being beaten by something that actually damages him, ichor spewing out and plastering the walls like a loaded paintbrush was flung at them. Accented by the beeping of the button.

Or had they won?

As Mason was focused on taking out all his anger, all his doubts and horrible nightmares onto the god, as Ja'Kle silently cheered his boyfriend on, as victory with Divento's death was in their grasp, they had forgotten about one, crucial, detail.

Mason and Ja'Kle were not the only non-god beings in the room.

Juda launched herself at the controls, her visor a mess of fragmentation and bloodied pump. Her hand was shaking and dirty, her voice was nearly gone, only small mechanical whimpers being able to be produced as she staggered at the controls. Her claws gripped the main controls, smearing her blood all over them.

Ja'Kle only noticed too late. His concentration was taken up by recovering from using his blessing, and observing his lover beating down the scourge of the universe. The mosomarian attempted to scrabble to his paws, and yet he couldn't. He was exhausted, too exhausted.

And with a groan that detailed that she would be dying soon, Juda pressed her clattering claws against the start button. And the machine turned on.

In a flash of erasing energy, everything went dark.

And then there was light.

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Howdy!

Wow, I both don't have to apologize for how long it's been and can say I actually did it soon? Cool! No joke I legit wrote "apologies" before I remember... I got this done ^^

Anyways! I hope you enjoyed this chapter, tell me what y'all think of it! Thank you all for still reading this, goodness.

~ Candle

5/18/2022