Dark's Pre Crisis

Arc2- An Autograph From Death To Sukojo. Pt1

The air around them vibrated with the intense energy from Sukojo's Domain Verse. The chaos was palpable, thick with power as the molten Ryo Lava dripped from every corner of the shattered reality, searing through the ground, through time itself. Everything was consumed by Sukojo's chaos, the once peaceful space now a volatile battleground.

Agami stood firm amidst the destruction, the white aura around him pushing back the chaos, his eyes focused and unwavering. He could feel it—the power, the endless force that Sukojo wielded. But he wasn't afraid. Not anymore.

Sukojo's laughter echoed across the darkened sky, his grin growing wider as he observed the destruction around him.

Sukojo: Do you see now, Agami? This is the true nature of power—chaos, destruction, an endless void where only the strong survive!

Agami's gaze never wavered, his presence steady against the storm.

Agami: You talk too much, Sukojo.

Agami's aura surged, exploding outwards with a blinding light. The sheer force of his energy made the ground beneath them tremble. For a moment, the chaos seemed to halt, as if even the universe itself was forced to acknowledge his power.

Agami: You've played your part long enough. It's time for you to leave.

Sukojo's eyes narrowed, his grin faltering slightly.

Sukojo: Hmph. You think you can kill me? I am the Devourer of All. No one has ever—!

Agami didn't let him finish. With a sudden, fluid motion, Agami raised his hand, pointing directly at Sukojo.

Agami: Severance.

In an instant, the light around Agami coalesced into a sharp beam, pure and unrelenting, cutting through the chaos like a knife through fabric. The light struck Sukojo with such force that the entire landscape shuddered. The earth cracked, the very sky seemed to scream, and Sukojo's body erupted into a violent explosion of energy.

For a moment, there was silence. The chaos stopped, the molten lava freezing in place as though time itself had been halted. Agami watched, his eyes narrowed, waiting for the inevitable.

Sukojo's body began to disintegrate, the particles of his existence pulled apart by the sheer force of Agami's power. His laughter had faded, replaced by a deep, guttural groan as his form was torn apart, piece by piece.

Sukojo: (growling) You... think this... ends me? I cannot die... I will—

Agami's eyes flashed with cold resolve.

Agami: You're wrong, Sukojo. You can die. And today, you will.

With a flick of his wrist, Agami summoned a portal—a swirling black void that hummed with ancient energy. This was no ordinary portal. This was the Prison Gate, the only realm capable of holding a being like Sukojo. It was a place where time, space, and existence meant nothing. Once inside, no one could escape.

Agami stepped forward, his aura flaring once more as he reached out, grabbing what remained of Sukojo's soul. With a single motion, he flung the remnants of Sukojo's essence into the Prison Gate. The portal closed behind him, sealing Sukojo's soul within the timeless prison.

Agami: Rest there... until the universe forgets your name.

Agami turned to leave, his work seemingly done. But as he glanced back, his eyes widened slightly.

Agami: (thinking) His body...

Sukojo's physical body lay on the ground, still intact, though motionless. In the chaos of the battle, Agami had forgotten to send it into the Prison Gate along with his soul. His form should have decayed along with his soul—but it didn't.