Gate: Thus the Sorcerous Kingdom Fought There

CHAPTER 24: Apocalypse [Part 2]

Scene Change: Near Stonehenge: A few hours later:

The Earth has been devastated.

Whether out of desperation, or thanks to the infiltrating cultists, humanity had committed the gravest crime. Using their nuclear arsenal, that had charred the planet, drawing as many enemies in one place as they could, scorching mother Earth's face with the hellish bombs, maybe forever

Yet, it was not enough. Earth had become an apocalyptic burnt out rock. All around the world, twisted, horrific creatures, constructed from black tentacles, blinded eyes and throbbing organs roamed the almost empty streets of the ruinous cities, herding the still living, marking them with horrific tools, turning them into human slaves then forcing them to labour, slowly brainwashing the survivors.

Holding twisted firearms and primitive weapons, with their guns fused with their arms, no escapee could get them. Around the world in a few places, a few groups of rebels still held themselves somewhat. But organised governments as such were no longer a possibility. People rioted, soldiers left their post at the worst possible moments. It was like hell had come to reality.

The sky was dark, shadowed by a thick cloud, covering the sun entirely, offering only endless darkness. Living tentacles sprouted from the earth and from the sky, ripping apart the human-made constructs, twisting them apart. Skyscrapers were no more, only half standing ruins remained, either on the verge of getting crushed to pieces or being suspended from one of the feelers reaching down from the sky.

In a few areas, from the ground, dark trees grew, trying to reach the dark skies, forming thick, unnatural forests. Amidst them dark creatures roamed, bleating in a corrosive voice.

"Meeehhhh!"

The life-giving sun had been replaced in the heavens, a dark heart drawn on it, throbbing ever intense. "Lub dub. Lub dub. Lub dub. Lub dub. Lub dub" the whole universe was filled with the constant beating sounds of a maddening opera, never ceasing, never slowing, ever maddening.

Just now, two strange figures landed near the stone circle, also called Stonehenge by the past civilizations, surrounded by their tentacle servants. The duo indeed excelled.

Both bore the qualities of royalty. With dark garbs and battle armour, one of them was a man, wrapped in a full clad samurai armour constructed from pure darkness and madness. Many smaller eyes ran through his limbs, one big gaping on his chest. His eyes were missing, covered in darkness.

The second one was a woman; her lower part bore the qualities of a goat. Her face was beautiful, two horns protruding from her head. Her voluptuous body was covered by a black cloak, with her eyes also being hidden by a black cloth.

The black sword crackled on Komamura's side. The traitor of the sun god, Amaterasu. Albeit, maybe it was not his fault. Perhaps it was the fault of the invading presence that had taken over his mind and body.

The black-bladed, godly-made sword on his side clanked. And it was strangely familiar. How could it not be!?

Komamura could feel the sword urging to reject him, to disown him. But his presence was stronger, suffocating the weapon's every attempt to hurt him more than necessary.

Looking around, their conquest was proceeding as planned. The humans were easier to conquer than he first hoped. And on all fronts, his forces won battles one after the other. His creator's hiding allies and servants had answered his call, coming out from their hiding immediately, to help his cause ever vigilant.

All those years of planning, all those years of sowing the seeds of chaos using subtle methods, leaving small traces for the cults. Just to free him in the end. Free the key to his father's reveal. Free him so he can finish what he started. Break the seals of the infernal and holy God.