You drop your blades and thrust your arm through your chest, grabbing your soul and clenching it tight. The flames around you are sucked into your soul.
ASG: What the-
RHT: Among the heavens and earth, I alone am the chosen one. You can't defeat me.
You pick your blades and grip them tightly. Their energy seeps into your arms.
RHT: Now watch as I utterly humiliate you.
ASG: Don't get too ahead of yourself.
RHT: Hellfire.
Your blades get ignited with a black fire. Asgores stares in utter shock.
ASG: It c-can't be. The flames of the underworld, how can you use them?!
RHT: I don't know what you're talking about, old man. These flames are mine.
ASG: You're no human.
RHT: That's right. I'm your worst nightmare.
You dash towards Asgore and swing your blades swiftly. Asgore puts out his trident to block. The heads get sliced off by your blades. Asgore backs up and creates a wall of fire. You easily extinguish it using your own flames.
RHT: What's wrong, scared?
ASG: Tsk, you're right where I want you to be.
RHT: Huh?
ASG: Tori, now!
You turn around to see Toriel holding her palms on the ground. There's a pattern all along. Under your feet is the center of the pattern.
ASG: A technique passed down in the dreemurr family. Try to survive this, harbinger. Feast your eyes upon the sun gods' wrath!
The pattern ignites into a raging inferno. It quickly gets sucked back into the pattern. The circle under you begins to light up. You realize what's gonna happen but can't react in time. A pillar of flame emerges from the ground and completely engulfs you. The pillar illuminates the surroundings, making it seem like the sun has come out.
ASG: Flames hot enough to rival the suns' own surface. You aren't surviving this, harbinger.
The scorching flame burns up your skin. This blinding light can be seen from hundreds of miles away.
ASG: This is a technique passed down generation to generation. Only the strongest in the tribe are able to use it. Dreemurrs' Sun Blessing... Ignite!
The flame turns blue. Its' temperature evaporates the surroundings. After its' energy dies out, the flame dissipates. Your body has turned to ashes.
ASG: *pant* We've won...
TRL: Asgore!
Asgore drops to the ground from exhaustion. Toriel runs up to him and helps him sit. A soothing wind blows by. Footsteps can be heard.
LYD: Yo! What's all the ruckus about?
TRL: Loyd! Where have you been?!
LYD: Evacuating the citizens. What's his problem?
TRL: He's burned out from all the fighting.
LYD: Where's the harbinger?
TRL: Dead.
LYD: (What?! This can't be! My vision... it's not fitting together! My vision is never wrong... in that case... this means... the harbinger isn't dead.)
TRL: Loyd, are you okay?
*WHOOSH*
LYD: Get down!
RHT: Heya.
*SLASH*
LYD: So we finally meet.
RHT: Hello, cowboy.
*CLASH*
You appear from the shadows and swing at Loyd. He manages to react in time and block you strike with a dagger of his. You get pushed back.
LYD: Your destiny is sealed.
RHT: I'll crush destiny myself.
LYD: My vision never lies.
You ignite your blades with hellfire. Loyd signals Toriel to retreat along with Asgore. Toriel helps Asgore stand and they retreat. You tight your grip on your blades. Loyd unholsters his revolver. It's time for the showdown of generations.
End of Chapter 97
"HellFire"
[ Rhett has finally met the justice knight. ]
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SOULTALE | By ShadowNTS
FantasíaRhett Murdar, dismissed and driven, now journeys to mend the world's wrongs and compose a symphony of perfect lives-an ode to a harmonious existence where every soul finds its rightful place. An undertale story. Not affiliated to the already exist...
