My Beginning After The End: One Shots

Fate's Collide (I)

I felt bored and since I hadn't updated Superior Vessel for some time I figured this would be a good way to properly free myself from guilt.

Anyhow I will make a part two eventually.¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Enjoy.. or don't... not like I care...

(Please free me, I was trapped by ■■■■■ in his basement ever since 23rd July, please save me the coordinates are 33.12.35- AAH-----)

𝔇𝔈𝔙ℑ𝔏 ■■■ 🄵🄰🅃🄴'🅂 🄲🄾🄻🄻🄸🄳🄴 ■■■ 𝔇𝔈𝔙ℑ𝔏

Third Person

Purple flames spread out chaotically, covering nearly every inch of a vast field expanding for miles in every direction. The once calming environment was scorched beyond recognition by the violent powerful destruction flames that seemed to devour whatever it touched.

A red blur darted through the devastated field, skillfully dodging purple blasts and scythes that seemed to reorient themselves in the air. A white blur appeared in front of the red one and swung a sword at it. The red blur evaded the attack, soaring upwards and twisting through the air to avoid the purple flames before teleporting away to catch its breath.

'I can't keep up, these fuckers are overpowering me easily.' Virion thought as Kezess swung his sword in a piercing motion towards him. Virion gently breathed out and tapped his own blood sword towards the king of the dragons. The swords clashed as Virion then narrowed his eyes and seemingly softly nudged his sword to the left.

The sword seemed to slither and slide around the other sword which resulted in Kezess's cheek being sliced, crimson blood spilling down his pristine face. Virion instantly teleported away, sensing danger. And not even a second later the very ground he just stood on was obliterated by a massive mana blast courtesy of the massive dragon that flew around him.

''Tch.'' Virion shot at the dragon but was interrupted by a golden haired man teleporting in front of him and slicing his eye open. Virion grunted and leaped back, barely avoiding the onslaught of destruction that seemed to originate from the golden haired man's sternum. He could almost see the glowing amethyst eyes staring at him.

Not even a moment later, hundreds of purple scythes shot at him, seemingly impossible to predict. They had no discernible target or common pattern; they simply existed, as if molding to the very air itself. He jumped up and unleashed a barrage of soulfire, water, blood, corrupted wind, and wind magic in response.

The magic seemed for a moment to halt the scythes, but then, the scythes seemed to teleport through no- they simply ignored the attacks and kept going at full speed. ''FUCK!'' Virion teleported away only to be met by the same scythes chasing him. He flared his aura and formed another blood sword.