Clash of the Sirevinulian Brothers

The Clash of the Ancient Guardians

   A being by the name of Kin Mamoru stood before a being shrouded in shadows and hidden in a pitch black cloak. Kin was adorned in his Sirevinula Armor at this time, some type of second skin made up of a golden energy which surrounded the Guardian in his entirety. 

The energy skin itself took the form of an angelic set of armor, glowing with an intensity that would blind all who dared to gaze without having the blood of a cosmic deity, yet still seemed like the eternal abyss when compared to his golden eyes. The same glow also emitted from the blade he held at his hip, a blade which was held to the hilt purely by an undeniable aura. 

Despite the immense power Kin held, though, the being standing in absolute darkness across from him remained as he was. All that could be seen of this being  was their mouth, which had a wicked grin. The pitch black hood and cloak he had adorned consumed all light that touched it, leaving the image of an ominous figure giving a wide grin. All life around the being was engulfed in pure death, leaving his surroundings as a wasteland. 

   Kin wore a look of worry and anger, holding his sword with both hands as he stepped back. The being took one step forward, causing the air around him to turn into a thick smoke that caused everything within it to begin decaying at rates far more urgent than before.

   The Guardian's anger and worry now took on a semblance of fear as the being took another step, his grin becoming wider. The being then reached into him, pulling out a sword from the void that was his cloak. A black smog with green flames entangled spilled out as a result of the cloak being opened, seeping into the infinite plain the Guardians had originally called home. 

   Kin held his sword tighter, shaking slightly as the world they resided in was suddenly nothing but an endless realm of burning green fire, all the light around them being devoured by the black smog born of the eternal death. The being walked towards him, dragging the tip of his blade across the ground. The ground began to split behind him, monsters of unimaginable horror and design clawing their way out to inhabit the ruined landscape.

   Looking around at his destroyed home, Mamoru closed his eyes and took a deep breath. He then reopened them, staring back at the being of death before taking an aggressive stance. The being's grin lessened in size from this change of mood, now raising his own blade from the ground and pointing it out to the side. Kin narrowed his eyes as he saw a familiar substance swirl around the blade, the same substance that his great grandfather had cursed an ancient entity to remain as until the Concept Begetter birthed it's last.

   The two stood still for what would be perceived as eons by the gods, when they finally charged at full speed. Before even an instant had passed, their blades became less than an atom apart from one another. Somehow though, they couldn't push any further. Instead, streaks of black and white bolts transferred between them.

  The Guardians watched as the two streaks began creating distortion in the air, before all sound seemed to fade. Suddenly, a roughly edged sphere of pitch black shadows and pure white light formed around them. It imploded and exploded infinitely all at once, until they finally pushed their blades to make contact. 

 Before either of them could comprehend it, they were met with a blast which ripped apart their very existence. The blast didn't stop there though, instead constantly expanding at a rate of ^∞. All things were gone before they had even begun, as it expanded beyond the constraints of time to erase both the past, present and future at once.

All it left now was an empty space, one that encompassed and devoured everything it touched. The very concepts of creation, destruction, and time were no more. For eternity, it remained as this...

Until one single event changed it all. Something known by the Creation before as the Concept Begetter. Without a single sign or warning to the abyss, the concepts it had once consumed were reborn. New dimensions and realms emerged from these concepts, omniverses starting to form substance and take shape. From these omniverses came multiverses, and from those came universes. 

Stars were born of this new Creation soon after, coming together to create countless galaxies. This paved the way for new worlds, worlds which began to inhabit themselves with new life. On one of these planets, in a universe not too dissimilar to our own, a baby boy came into the world.

As his parents admired their pride and joy though, they saw something strange. For a fleeting moment, one you would have missed had you blinked, his eyes gave off a golden glow. In a separate dimension, one located deep in the abyss that bordered the new Creation, a mace with a six foot handle rested against an empty throne.|

The realm itself was nothing but a vast plain of refined sand, the air filled with the same black smog which emitted from the fallen Guardian. The mace appeared to be the source of this substance, some strange life force within the weapon releasing the smog to make the dimension more hospitable for it.

This is the story of how a war never before seen came into fruition. While most would see their first clash as a bitter end to all things, others knew it was merely the beginning. Which of the Sirevinulians will come out on top? Only time will tell...

To be Continued...