It was a clean cut, right through the chest. His golden eyes widened and he looked down at the wound, Gyumoah took his sword out swiftly, and then the boy collapsed with a soft thud. Of course no one was looking though, the rest of the Sanzo party was fighting in the chaos of Houtou castle.
The two had met before, long in the ancient past
The Ox-King smiled and gazed around at the war around him, blood and terror everywhere, he was winning. Heaven would be repaid in ten fold for what they had done to him all those years ago, he would have his day. While lost in his thoughts of glory he never heard the cracking of metal, or the pained gasps behind him.
They were destined to meet again, to wreck havoc amongst each other, to protect what they hold dear
The wind had changed, the skies outside grew dark, lightning cracking the ground unheard outside, and the earth rumbling beneath them. Everything in the room grew cold, and it was then when everyone stopped and turned towards the source. Gyumaoh slowly turned around.
It is death, it is life
It is peace, it is chaos
It is everything, it is nothing
It go onto to his feet slowly, he now stood higher than before, his hair ragged and long. His robes were elegant and glowed a heavenly light, but were tattered and smeared in blood. He looked toward Gyumaoh, his golden eyes, as old the Earth itself, gleaming in the faint light, and with a smirk looked down upon the Ox-King. Beneath them the earth gave a violent shake, the two were faced eye to eye and the Ox-King for the first time in centuries felt true fear.
It is the embodiment of the universe, it is the truth, the flesh and blood within us
The light went with the wind, and the chamber grew pitch black. No one saw his hand reach out towards the Ox King, no one saw him shudder with glee or throw him into the floor, and shove his face into the floor with the sole of his foot. The cries echoed throughout the room, and all the inhabitants could do was wait and listen. And then they heard, the Monkey King knelt down, his mouth close to the Ox-King's ear, and rasped in a low, gravely voice that sent the ground shaking "game over," the Seitan Taisei brought his hand gently around Gyumoahs neck, the king whimpered slightly, the Monkey King licked his lips in savage delight, and chuckled softly.
His presence is a curse and a blessing, only when the Earth is dirtied will he show, will he purify it once again
Nothing can hold back his rage
The lights flick back on, all eyes turned toward the mangled corpse spread out on the floor, the perpetrator no where in sight. The remaining demons flee from the castle, leaving the trio to stand before the body and listening to the echoes of a familiar woman voice, screaming in the background and quickly being cut off. They all heard the sounds of footsteps coming towards them and out of the shadows is the Monkey King, smiling malevolently and walked toward the three. They could see themselves in his eyes, those eyes swimming with the madness of five hundred years locked away behind the bright and young personality the gods had created. The last thing the three saw were themselves in those ancient eyes.
Once his will was done, the Earth calm and clean once again, did the Monkey King rest once again
It could be a millennia before he wakes again, till then peace is brought about the world
AN: My idea is that Goku is actually an all powerful being, that is actually the embodiment of the Earth's will, though this is purely my headcanon. Anyway, thanks for reading and please review! kthxbye 8D