An Eminence? No, I am just a reaper (OC story)

Let it be Ragnarock

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Fenrir was fire itself, and he revelled in it! The world screamed his name, boomed it across the blacken sky, whispered it in every breath and heart and beat.

Death! He had become Death..!

He had quelled Death with his bare hands and now brought it with him with every stroke of his blades. He could feel it throb inside him, he could feel it burst and spams between his finger tips, he could feel it descending with each and every drop of water and spark of lightning that flew across the air.

''Is over, is fucking over for you bastard, this...THIS IS MY TIME!''

Fenrir was the greatest battle-master the Cult of Diabolos had ever known, and now that was plain to see before the eyes of all!

His men and the Cult would end up triumphant this day, and it would be because he was not found wanting, because he was meant to be the blazing sword which tore and cleaved the foes of the cult. He was the cleansing tide that would purge this world of any threat to his dreams and aspirations, no matter the cost.

No longer would he play or tolerate to be played by the bastard that had challenge him and shamed him beyond measure.

Now it had come the time to extinguish the weak, the foolish and the opportunist!

And though he now had his two arms to fight with, his blade moved now at least as trice as quickly than ever before, speeding fast enough at times to occupy the space of a hundred blades in a second.

''I am fucking invincible..!''

He roared at the top of his lungs, skipping and leaping back and forth against his foe and the after images that had been made through out their battle. Visions that were as real and dangerous as the original.

He danced between them, natural talent and the infused power of the Demons blood and the cults work for a thousand years finally paying off, adding a much needed help to his magnificent combat experience that he had honed through a thousand battles. Commingly into display of push and pull he knew he would WIN!

''You cant beat me any longer..!No one can..!''

He laughed, his lips widen in an abysmal smirk, eyes glinting with malice as he dodged the razor edge of the scythe that came to him from his left, before cocking his head to the side as he dodged the bursting, mind melting sound of ballistic rounds the size of his head being fired just right next to him.

He could see realiy slow down around him, he could feel a thousand heartbeats inside his skull of every living being in this kingdom and beyond. He could hear time and space tearing apart as magic blasts of energy boomed with each clash of their weapons.

He was exulted...

But not everything were sunshine's and rainbows, their movements and techniques were still hard to keep pace with, like liquid steel, hardening to strike him before melting to avoid his counter strikes with unnatural speed and precision.

Claws, blades and guns moving faster and faster to not only keep pace, but surpass his own...

Buildings were torn asunder, streets turned into powder as their moves tore through them, landing under the flooded undergrounds of the sewers before they slammed their way up once more like a pair of bulldozers unleashed in a porcelain shop.