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Prologue: Child of the Apocalypse
In the distant past...
The baby lay sleeping in her arms. The night was calm, quiet, the scent of ripe fruit and exotic flowers drifting with the breeze. Fireflies blinked into and out of existence. Chirping insects filled the silence, a steady hum that soothed the soul.
But not this soul. A mother grieving for her child will not be comforted.
She remembered when she had first realized the pregnancy, and the terrible treachery that had resulted in it. Her shock, her fury, her despair had been too great for words. She had hated the father, hated more than she thought anyone had ever hated before.
But she could not hate the child.
The baby crooned in his sleep. His mother caressed his face, gently, affectionately. He squirmed closer to her breast and fell blissfully silent. The same finger that had stroked his cheek wiped the tear streaking down her face.
She remembered seeking aid and wisdom from Luthious, one whom she regarded with greater respect than even her own faction's Monarch. She had confessed to him what she had learned of the child's destiny, hand already laying protectively over her growing belly. With immense sorrow and sympathy in his eyes, the Lord of Order had told her what she must do for the good of all.
A wolf howled nearby, his song soon joined by others. It had always brought her comfort, a lullaby to soothe her to sleep. Now it only chilled her blood. The baby did not stir, as if he shared in the love she had once had for the sound, lulling him ever deeper into the world of dreams. His mother's steps were automatic, roaming deeper into the blessed Garden.
She remembered the emotional agony of the pregnancy, loving the babe who had come into existence through malicious means, through betrayal and cruelty. She had never considered herself the motherly type, had never possessed even a fraction of a thought of ever having children. Yet, upon feeling the first movement in her belly, the first kick, she had known that there was nothing she could possibly want more than this beautiful child.
And he was beautiful. She reached a clearing and stopped. The tears flowed freely as she gazed at her son, clothed in innocence. Every inch of his tiny body was etched into her memory, never to fade. The wolves sounded again, this time closer. A tremble shook her.
She remembered giving birth. The pregnancy was shorter than that of mortals, but no less painful. She had been alone, no aid to be had, nor accepted. None but the father and Luthious knew of the pregnancy at all. It was better that way.
She remembered the first cry, the feeling of elation at seeing his squealing face, quickly subdued by the horrible dread of what was to come. For two days she wept as she tended to him. She had not known if she had the strength to do what needed to be done.
But he was Damian, God of the Apocalypse, and without her strength, all would fall to death and ruin.
Weeping, Jaslyn set the baby gently on the grass. He slept on, undisturbed. Ahead lay the wolves' den. She would have prayed that his death would be quick and painless, but who does a god pray to? The shaking was uncontrollable, her whimpers unable to be held behind her quivering lips. Nearly blinded by tears, Jaslyn turned her back on her newborn child.
And so it was that Damian, death incarnate for man and god alike, the end of heaven and earth, was left to be devoured by the wolves, and his mother's heart was forever shattered.
...
.......
The howls of the wolves suddenly stopped, and to the departing goddess - it may be due that the beasts finally fell upon the child that was laid in front of their den. However, that was actually untrue.
The wolves at first stepped outside of their den, drool dripping from their hungry mauls. But then, their attention was quickly drawn by the sound of another footstep - and their heads jerk towards the source of the noise.
A tall, dark figure appeared from the woods - striding directly towards them and the baby. Immediately, the wolves quietly whimpered from the presence of the dark figure, and quickly retreated back into their den. Whoever was the dark figure, the wolves of Averas could sense its powerful presence and can only cower before it.
The dark figure soon reached the sleeping infant, bending down and picking up the small being. The figure cradled the young Damian within its arms, before a small - yet wicked smile - appeared upon its lips.
"I know exactly what to do with you... little Damian."
The figure soon turned away, walking away and carrying the child of the Apocalypse within its arms. The two of them disappeared into the night, hiding amongst the shadows... until the time will come when both shall enact their goals.
In the present time.
The years have passed, and the celestials realms have forever changed with the death of its beloved Godking - Suriyel. The Fall of the Gods stripped away the powers of many deities, including the Monarchs themselves.
Some of them have returned, and thus regained their full godly power.
But that doesn't change a thing...
Damian, fully grown into a young man, stood upon a cliff-side overlooking a quiet sea. The sun was rising, marking a new day as its rays barely lingered upon the God of the Apocalypse.
Shadows wrapped around Damian's naked form, covering the lower half of his body. His cold gray eyes watched the sun carefully, as if carefully assessing the bright object.
"You know... I wanted to see her... one last time," Damian stated aloud, a small scowl appearing across his chiseled face. "I wanted to see my mother one last time, before her untimely death," he stated, referring to Jaslyn's death at the hands of one of the demigods - during the epic battle at New York City. Apparently, Damian became aware of the events, soon after causing the death of his own father, Baldramort.
"I wanted to see her one last time... just to let her know how much I hated her," he growled, his words immediately turned into venom as his dark eyes filled with anger. Even the shadows wrapped around him began to whirl a bit more aggressively... violently.
"How could a mother commit such a horrid act," he questioned, one that he actually questioned countless times throughout his entire life. "How could a mother abandon a child... a child to his death?" Whoever raised Damian, has also informed the young deity's tragic beginning... and how he narrowly escaped his own death by the mauls of the wolves.
"I just wanted to see her... I just want to look her right in the eye... and let her know how much I hate her... before shortly killing her. But now... with her death... she will never know that the child she abandoned is actually alive. She will never feel that pain..." Damian shook his head, before taking a step back. "Unfortunate," he simply stated.
There was a sound of a few ruffled footsteps behind him, taking a few steps forward. Apparently, someone stood behind Damian the entire time and listened to him - listened to the boy's anger to the world before him. That anger would serve him well, if they intend to finish out their goals.
"Your mother, Damian, may have been taken much sooner than expected... but the painful death she received is nothing short of what she deserved," the voice called out to him. "Use that frustration... use that anger and hatred... to inflict the suffering of those that deserve it. We still have to continue forth with our plan..."
Damian listened attentively, nodding his head in agreement. "That's right," he said before turning around to face his companion - his savior. He formed a small smile, "The Apocalypse has only just begun, we still need to reach that damn Throne."
His smile only widened, "Well, let's get a move on then, shall we?
Chapter 2: Divine Deception
The majestic view of Metropolis was certainly a dazzling sight. The darkness of the night already covered the realm of Mechanus, yet the lights of the city lit up the entire area. It was like a shining beacon in the darkness, sending a signal to the other realms of its own personal glory.
Before the Fall, countless hovercrafts would fly by and encircle around the tall buildings, before charging off towards their destination. Entities of all kinds would wander in the streets below, bustling to get on with their duties, and others enjoying the luxurious lifestyle. A large crescent moon rose up into the sky, along with the countless stars of the multiverse.
Now, the entire city was mostly vacant… quiet, except for the rustling sounds of robotic sentinels and homunculi patrolling the streets. Many of the celestials were still stranded in the mortal realm of Earth, and only a few have managed to return back. Those that did – have to fight tooth and nail before finding themselves in a realm like Mechanus. At the center of the city, stood the tall skyscraper known as the Tower of Enlightment. There, the Duke's own throne room resided, where he would normally over-watch the multiple ongoing activities of his beloved city.
It was all quiet… and peaceful.
But that peace was soon about to be disturbed… due to the impending siege of the Titans.
The Titans – a large group of gigantic mechanical beings, were a reckoning force that intended to take over the city of Metropolis and rule over the realm with an iron fist. The origins of the Titans were mostly unknown, except for a few minor rumors that these gigantic beings were Harku's first experiments – and his first failures. When the Gods fell from the realm, this left a major opening for the Titans to make their first move after many millennial – and their ambitions include slaughtering all deities across their path.
Zypher, the God of Purification, stood on top of a large wall that surrounded the city of Metropolis like a fortress. The young deity stared down at the plains below, and his eyes slightly narrowed the large army of robotic creatures heading directly towards their way. Standing beside Zypher, were two other deities whom Zypher recently became acquainted with – Argyros, the God of Industry; and Sef, the easygoing and lighthearted God of Cooking.
Several other deities were stationed across the wall, preparing themselves for the upcoming massive battle. Zypher was placed in charge of everyone, since Harku is actually at the realm of Averas right now. The Duke was supposedly working on finding a cure for his comatose sister, Selrina, and a few days after he left Mechanus – the Titans appeared. It was terrible timing, but Zypher took the responsibility, along with everyone else, to formulate several battle plans.
Nameless, Neurus, Bastion, and Rashana were stationed at the front gate – prepared to defend against the frontal assault of the siege along with several other homunculi. At the back gate – Lanaei, Nirvana, and Anaya were ready to take on any secondary/sneak assaults by the Titans.
Zypher himself, and his two other companions, were prepared to defend against aerial assaults. The young deity clenched his fists, feeling a heavy burden of stress upon his soldiers. Another battle was approaching, and that meant the strong possibility of casualties.
Everybody from Zypher's original group, back when he Fell upon Earth, are either dead or missing. Lucielle and Jaslyn were killed during the battles against the demigods, lead by the diabolic Colonel Hawkins. When Zypher traveled to Mechanus, his group found Harku at Metropolis – and they even discovered a few more deities during their brief travel to Averas. However, they were quickly thrust into several battles with the Titans, and the likes of Kai, Caes, and Danero have been killed during this ongoing war. Spero, a mysterious close friend of Zypher's, simply vanished one night without a trace. Zypher was definitely concerned over her whereabouts, but he simply could do nothing about the matter.
Yet, even with all of these casualties, more and more celestials have managed to find a way to return to the celestial realms, bolstering the forces here in Mechanus. Not only that, but they have been able to destroy several Titans at this point - and perhaps this war may soon reach its ending point with the celestials victorious.
Now, the rag-tag group of celestials made another stand against the Titans and their robotic army, fully ready to take on the monstrosities.
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