Heavens Fall

havens fail

I approach the doors to the great hall as two guards stand whatch. I get up the stairs as they see me and instantly point thier staffs at me. "Hult! State you buisness!" I continue to walk to the doors. "I said hult!" They quickly block my way to the door as they stick their staffs near my chest. "Argus?" The angle to left instantly starts to shake as the other is unfazed. "You not allow in or near this place. Move away. Now." The angle to the left pulls back slowly. "Out of my way." The angle to be left quickly backs away as the one on the right doesn't move. "You will not pass. The lord decrees it." 'Lord'. Makes me laugh. "Get away from this holy place now. You will not like what happens if I tell you again." I chuckle. "Tell?" I gather myself. "Amusing." He's angry now. "Just move. You do NOT want to try and force him." At least he has sense. "What's gotten to you? Your charged with protecting this temple and you instantly back down when someone approuches?" He looks away. "That's Argus. The angle of death. He's the one that fought the lord...and almost won." I don't have time for this. I grab the angles staff and push him away. I look at the staff as it's small for me. "Delusinal to use this stick." I toss it back as the angle punches my face as I don't react. "What?!" He pulls back. "You idiot! Do you even know that your soul will disopear after a second death?!" Even though this is amusing, I don't have time for this. I grab the angle by the through as he starts to struggle. "It appears your idiotic behavior has failed you." I clenched my hand as I feel his neck pop. I drop the body as it slowly withers away into dust. I look at the other angle. He drops his stick and Flys off. Wise choice. I face the door and plant my hands on it. "Argus?" I take in a deep breath. I'm running out of patience. I turn around and see a fremilier face. "What are you doing here?" Valgus. Why is she here? "Reclaiming what is mine." She's stunned. "What are you doing? Your not allowed in the palace anymore. Father-"
"I care not what he thinks. He can rot in this lie." Valgus gathers herself. "You know I have to stop you right?" Of course. She's always been daddies little girl. "You shall not hult me." Valgus draws her sword. "I have to. Father was very clear about this." I shake my head. "I have no time for your shenanigans." I rase my hand and channel my power. I freeze her feet as she tries to rush me but fails. "From our respect, I will not harm you however, I will reclaim what is mine and whatch this lie fall." I turn back around and plant my hands on the doors again. "Argus!" I pouse. "If you go through those doors, father will punish you worse than ever before! Your rebellion will cause everything to be distroyed needlessly!" More lies. "I will no longer believe his lies." I push the doors open as a blinding light floods out. It's pure power. I can feel my body being set on fire as the magic swallow me. "You enters my home?!" It's him. I shake off the magic as I wall into the light. It's trying to push me back with waves of pure energy. "You tricks are all for not!" I stretch my wings as I dispel the magic. Quite easily actually. "Intruder! Subdue them!" A large group of angles surround me. "Argus?! Your presence is forbidden in the palace!" Not this again. "Argus? Why have you returned?" I look and see the throne. He's sitting in it. "To reclaim what is mine. You shall not stand agenst me." He chuckles. "Your 'toys' are long distroyed. You have no stance here." No...I can sense it. It's close. It's darkness. It's call. The untamable power. "Your bluffs are as real as your own will but you shall not break mine." He chuckles again. "Your defenseless. You stand no chance here." That's the worst lie I've heard him spew yet. "Then why sick Your dogs? Why not finish me here?" I can also sense the darkness in his. It's grown since the last we fought. He's weaker himself. He's still recovering. "Your not worth the dirt on my shoe." He's more erragent than ever. "Finish him." The angle around me start to close in. Where is it? Where is my blade? "I give you this one warning. Leave or die." They stand their ground. Focus. The blade. It calls out. It wants to be released. It wants blood. I shall give it all the blood it wants...but where is it?! "Die betreyer!" I douge the first few attacks as I can't find my blade with these distractions. I douge more as I stop a spear from hitting my chest as I pull it away and stab the angle with it. I weave through each attack as I turn thier weapons agenst eachother as many angle fall quickly. That glowing power is subsiding quickly. The calling is growing louder. It's darker than I remember. Instead of anger and hate...it's filled with something else. Pure...evil. it hasn't been purified in Melania. My blade. The blade of Excalibur. Forged from raging metal and magic just as untamable as the power it gives and uses. A fraction of my own power. It's grown. It's close. Very close. The angles felled, the weaker the light, the stronger the call. I stop dodging attacks as I attack. I don't need to doudge. I use my own hands to brake arms, crush thoughts, rip off wings and heads. This frenzy...it's unleashing my power. This...anger that's been hiding for as long as I've been alive. Now it's being unleashed as the blades call grows. It's power also grows with my rage. The fighting stops as a enless stream of angles fly in and surround me. It's to late. "Your no match for my army. Not even death himself can survive this." His hand. He holds my blade. He uses it as his cane. He's defiled my creation! He's sitting on my power! He spat on my legacy! "This will not stand!" I rush forward as I doudge bodies. He sees what I'm doing as I'm flung into a wall. I quickly recover and rush him as I plant my foot on his arm as I put all of my strangth down on him. I grab my blade as I kick his head. "Your suffering will be everlasting!" I dash forward as I feel a shock in my arm as my blade unleashes it's power into my body. This hatred. The darkness. A fremilier darkness. "Kill him!" Time seems to slow down as I feel something in my own soul. It's changing. My power. Its...overwhelming. I take a moment to process this. 'Blood. Give me blood'. A fremilier voice. "DIE!" I turn and slash my sword as the halved angle hits me as I'm covered in blood. Every angle lunges at me as I turn and cut down a sizable portion of them as dash around and cut down more. 'Blood! More blood!' This feeling. I feel the blade get heavier as I also sense something fremilier awaken in the blade. It's changing. The blood of angles. "You will rue the day you betrayed me!" I turn around and look at Father. I lift the blade as I can't do much agenst him right now. I can fight an immortal but he's drawing a segnificant amount of power from humans on earth. They must die so I may destroy this place for good. Even so, I can fight him now. Unfortunately...it has been nearly a Melania. My body is fatigued. With my old age, I fear I heal slower. I'm also feeling something dark here. Something I've never felt before. Enough. Focus. I must retreat for now. Before I deal the final blow, I will show him how it feels to have everything taken away. 'Stay and fight! I demand more blood!' What is this darkness? I face the door as I walk twords it. 'Fight! "I demand more blood!" What? I pouse. There was a other voice. "Stand and fight! Your cowardice will not stand!" I face Father. That smile. "What have you done?" I lift the blade. It's cracked. Dark energies pour from it. It's not my energies. It's not my magic. "Your blood will coat these corridors." I look up as I see father an inch away from my face. I lift the blade to block his attack as the blades clash but mine shatters. I lean back as his blade passes my face as it cuts some of my hair. I kick him away as I straighten up as he hits his throne. I look down at the shattered blade as blackened magic pours out. "You will suffer." The magic rushes to me as I lift my hand and block it's attack. It's trying to attach itself to me. He corrupted it. The blade I forged for him when I believed. It took me centuries to forge that blade. I disperse the magic as the pure evil energy lingers for some time before fully disopating. I lower my hand as the handle remains intact. "Even your own forgeries cannot withstand my power. Your treatory know no bounds." Power? Treatory? He really has gone mad. Some part of me wished he hadn't. "Even lucifer refuses to face me now. What makes you believe you can?" I kneel down as I feel the shattered metal. It crumbles in my hand. He didn't even let it see the light of day. He just tossed it away. A blade so powerful reduced to this. Just a relic of forgotten memories. "I remember when I first breathed this blade into this world." I feel my anger rise but the sadness swallows it. "Don't tell me you really believed I would take that? It was a course gesture at best." The blade turns to dust as the handle remains covered in rust. "You've defaced all that I've worked for." What was it all for? "My craftsmanship. My work. And now, my very being." He's become worse then a demon. "You've disgraced these by remaining here." I grab the hilt as it hums. It's light. Like a choris beginning it's final symphony. Calming. Relaxed. I wipe off some of the rust as the original design is intact. I slowly stand up as I grip the hilt. What's this feeling? It feels as if...I've fallen. I've fallen and I don't have the strangth to rise again. I do not wish to rise again. I look at the hilt again. That tune. It's frenilier. "At least you saved me the trouble from hunting you down." Everything slows down. The darkness has gone but something still remains. I wipe away more rust as I see the center jewel. The bright and shiny blue gem. I found it wondering the stars. I forged the sword around it. It has the ability to channel power through it to enchant the blade. The stronger the welder, the stronger the blade becomes. I can sense it's light haven't diminished. The light...mother? Why...why is her magic being held in it? It's as if...she's trapped. Long forgotten and alone. The last queen. Disopeared without a trace. Why...why do I sense her in the hilt? Small but as sharp as a blade that can pass through anything. I tilt the hilt up as I see where the blade broke from the hilt. It's not a crack. It's a cut. As it something passed through the blade before. Her energy is leaking from it. I focus on the energy. It's...it's everywhere. I can't pinpoint it. It's as if...her body is dead. I look up as I see father slowly lifting his blade. His smile. Why does it look fremilier? I look back down at the hilt as I feel something trying to speak to me again. It's not darkness. It's malevolent. Desprate and tormented. I give the hilt some of my energy as it glows brightly. 'My...my son.' Mother?! 'Please...set me...free.' What? 'Please...bring me...piece...' no. No, this cannot be! Why? How? My rage overcomes the sorrow. "What have you done?!" I look up and grab his blade as he smile instantly vanishes. "What have to done to my mother?!" I bring the hilt down onto his arm and throw his blade back as I grab his throat and push him back to his throne. "What did you do?!" He chuckles. "You mean the unwanted one?" Unwanted? I pull back. "She tried stopping me. She wanted you to become strong so she tried dampening my power with that blade." What? Why did..."I used that very blade to end her life, freeing me fully." No. I look back at the hilt. 'He killed me...for trying to...protect everyone.' Why...why did he..."Now you will join her." I block his attack again as I let everything go. My anger. My hatred. Everything. "No!" I rear back as I punch as hard as I can as he crashes through his throne to the other side of the palace. "How could you do such a thing?!" He laughs at the laughs echo throughout the room. "It was easy." The humming turns into chanting. She wants piece. I'll give it to her. I ralease my power as I channel it into the hilt as mother's power, her magic, her very essence gathers into the hilt. "It just plunged your blade into her heart." Everything hurts. Everything is red. "With your blade, you killed her. I just helped you along." Blind. Look and see him lunging himself at me as I tilt my head as his fist passes my face. I grab his neck and throw him to the ground as his body is indented into the ground. "I will...make you...suffer!" I lift the hilt as I plant it into his stumic. He just smiles as I keep hitting him as hard as I can. "You! Will! Suffer!" I lift both hands as I pour every ounce of strangth into this attack as I bring my hands down as when my fists land, everything around us crumbles. "You will die trying." I dig deep as I try to ralease every ounce of power I have. I grab his face as I drag him across the ground as I throw him up and out of the palace as it crumbles. I jump up as I chatch up and turn around as I kick him back down to the ground as his landing makes a creator in the ground, as if a meteor hit. I channel everything into the hilt as I feel it get heavier as I turn it upside down as I plung myself to the ground. He gets up as when he looks up, my face is less than and inch away from my face as he disopears when in hit the ground. "If that's your full power then you don't stand a chance." I try to lift the hilt as it doesn't move. I feel my strangth leaving me as the blade gets heavier and heavier. More...I have to use more power. Everything I have. Physical and magical. I pour all of it out as the hilt gathers everything. "What's wrong? Do you feel tired?" I come to my senses as the red disopears. Mother...forgive me. I plant my feet as I pull on the hilt as it feels as if I'm trying to pull up heaven. Unleash everything! I pull harder and harder as I feel the hilt jump up as I use every last drop of strangth I have. "What are you doing down there? Are you preying that I'll forgive you?" I grit my teeth. "Ill...ill.." I pull harder. "I'll never ask for your forgiveness!" I give it one last pull as the hilt comes up as it feels segnificatly light. 'My son.' I open my eyes as I see a massive blade that glows a crystal blue as it throngs with pure power. 'Thank you.' I lower the blade as my arms are still above my head when the tip his the ground. I see a form forge infront of me. "Mother?" She smiles. 'Finally. I am free.' She lifts her hands. "My last gift to you. My only son." She fades away before she could touch me as the mist is absorbed by the blade again. The chanting subsides as everything goes quite. The mist disopates as the power this blade eminates is imessurable. I didn't know mother held this much power. Not only that, my power is in it to. Everything is pure and bright. It's segnificantly amplified. The last gift. But now...I'm weak. I cannot face him now. Not anymore. I have to find a place to rest. "Go fetch him. I grow weary of his presence." I straighten up as I lift the blade and hold it up. The hills extended as I can fit both hands on the grip and more. The blade is long and the edge looks at if it can cut through anything. The glow...it shows how much power is imbued in it. Not only that, it's light. I can wield it flawlessly. "There you are." Ir doesn't speak either. It hold no darkness. I wish I didn't have to tant it so early. I grip the hilt as I lower my arms. "It's time for the final lesson traiter." I turn around as my body feels heavier. I look down and see something fremilier. My old armer. Reforged. Does this mean...I back up at the angles as they freeze. "What? How is that possible?!" I can already feel my power comming back. Everything is cured. My elements. My aged body. My clouded mind. Everything. I look up as I take in a deep breath as the air slowly flows through. In and out. I may be recovering but I cannot push myself. I must rest. I must find a window of escape. I lower my head as I face the angles. All of them are frozen. "Hurry! I have no time..." I look up as I see father looking down at me. He's frozen to. "What...what have you done?! How have you been restored?!" He draws blade again as he rushes twords me as I lift mine and block his attack effortlessly. "How can this be?" I push him back as he stares with confusion. I know. I can do damage with my escape. It'll take everything I have but that may be exactly what I need to remain hidden from prying eyes. "DO NOT ALLOW HIM TO ESCAPE!" I jump up as father lunges again as I channel everything I have. I'll plunge straight through heaven and go down to earth. Wherever I land, I'll forge ahead from there. I'll have time to slow down then. For now. Keep rising. "Argus!" I slow down as I turn and look down as I see Freya. I spread my wings as I push myself down with all of my power as I channel as much as I can infront of me as I'll need every ounce, every single drop to get through. "STOP HIM! NOW!" I rush past Freya as I feel a sharp pain in my stumic as I hit the ground and dig straight through. I keep pushing myself deeper and deeper as it's getting harder to stay focused. The amount of stress this is putting on my body is far worse than I expected. I keep hitting spots that slow me down as I cannot stop for a moment. I dig as deep as I can push out all of magical power to boost me as I finaly break through. I grip onto my blade as tightly as I can as I free fall down. I slowly turn around as I look up at heaven as massive chunks start to fall with me. I see the mist again as mother smiles again. 'I'll always be with you my son. Just ask and I will lison. Just ask...and I will be there.' Thank you. I close my eyes as the pain slowly fades as I hold onto the blade. Now...I can...take a rest.