It was a scene never before seen.

A human challenging impossibility. Not with advance weapons or missiles as the rest of the world tried but a sword and sheer determination against an opponent that no human could even imagine fighting; A mountain that flew.

No…A mountain that was falling. Falling towards the planet.

A herald of death from beyond the reach of man.

A star that has fallen and burned into the earth, it resounded like a demon out of gehena. It hurt to look at it, its white shine erasing everything like a blaze from the blue sky.

No organic being could oppose this force. No planet could oppose this force.

The force same that eliminated even Gaia's mightiest and largest with a single stroke of fire, way back in the primordial stages of the planet, before the dawn of the gods.

Facing such foe invited only overwhelming fear. Yet the hero stood firm, sword ready.

Every cell in the body of the hero as a human being was screaming:

-Preserve yourself! Doom comes! Run away!-

But the hero stood boldly at the top of Madrid's tallest building, carefully prepared to tolerate serving as the hero's pad to launch the attack against the foe from the stars.

Yet…Even though the hero was ready, an odd melancholy took the hero's heart.

The hero was filled with an emotion the hero couldn't quite describe as the hero began to gather the totality of the power available within. Was it joy the hero felt? Possibly. The thought of swinging against such a foe was very gratifying. A feat no human sword wielder has ever claimed. The hero would be the first:

"I cut an asteroid apart!"

As a knight, the hero valued sword skill only below the mastery of the fist. The hero's sword was not easily granted to its enemy. It was too powerful, too strong to be use but sparingly, its destructive power was too great. Therefore hero treated the weapon more as a symbol of might than a means to kill, to a degree at least. As the hero could cut and hack with it just fine with it but the weapon's full power was never fully brought to bear, not even once in her reckless youth

Until now...

From the moment the hero held the weapon, its power was clear, fear of using the weapon and hurting the innocent held the hero back but now an enemy stood that required every bit of power to be overcome. The sword's legacy was famous and symbol of the hero's nation which carried the hope and dreams of that nation so to have that symbol validated as achieving the impossible brought joy to the hero like never before.

But there was also a solemnity to it all. The hero's youth would end here. There would be no more simple joys, no more carefree wanderings through distant lands or sweet moonlit walks…there would be duty and nothing else.

But duty was something the hero knew well.

For the hero was born into duty, lived for duty and was destined to die for duty without ever truly living.

Or that was until the emperor appeared before the hero, leading the hero to a wondrous place. A place were the hero's desire could be granted if only for a moment.

Thinking back the hero knew that the last two years had indeed been a wonderful dream. It was harsh but valorous dream that the hero enjoyed.

A youth in Arcadia. Where the hero ran through the fields swinging the blade in the name of friendship and chivalry. Not Hegemony and Duty.

But duty beckoned once more and the hero was ready to answer.

For that is what being a hero is. To stand were no others would. To answer the cry known as salvation. To look terror in the face and say:

-I do not fear you!-

The mountain was closer now, just 10 seconds before it reached the calculated striking zone in the mesosphere to assure complete destruction.

The hero's allies watch the moment in brotherhood close by, they had done all they could but now they could only trust the hero's strength and should that strength fail them then all would be lost but at least, standing here...

Death would be instantaneous. To meet death together was to live together in honor.

The hero's emperor stood beside the hero's allies, with an air awe respect as eyes gazed to the hero who stood alone against the terror from the beyond the reach of the celestial cradle of mankind.

The emperor respected and adored the hero from the bottom of the heart at this moment, for the hero's visage was too majestic to not be admired.

A shining sun that beckoned. A light that held both invincible might and boundless love. A gentle star that would become a raging inferno should those precious were to threatened.

In this moment, The emperor understood.

The emperor understood why the hero was so love in this, the land of the unsetting sun where the hero was born, where the hero lived and where the hero would be buried.

Mighty as the emperor was, charismatic as the emperor was, The emperor could not match the glory and beauty of the hero who stood before him now for none of the emperor's line were ever taught duty. Only Hegemony.

The emperor was an existence equal to god, those below the emperor existed for the emperor desire's to play with, not the other way around so has the emperor been admonished by his many tutors for his pity of the common folk.

The Young emperor could not understand at the time, what had he done wrong?

-They are suffering and hungry, why not share with them? why not ease their pain? -

Yet today, the emperor was glad he had not listen for his gentleness earned him the undying loyalty of such a fine hero!

Finally, the hero's followers...

Those who looked upon the hero's honored visage and begged for salvation, were feverishly praying.

Fear had completely eroded heir minds away, leaving only the primal response of begging for one's life to the gods. They had been hopeless, nothing in the world of man had been able to defeat the falling mountain, so when the hero appeared, they clung to that last hope that the hero was a sign of divine providence.

So fearful yet clinging to a last hope, they too waited a top of the building, wishing against wishing for a miracle

5 seconds. The sound the tension was maddening but…nobody moved

The hero crouches slightly, the body following intent after the countless sword strokes had made the hero's body move in readiness for the sword is ready. All of the hero's strength has been gathered, and the blade burned red-hot like a heated metal.

This would be the strongest swing the hero will ever produce. No other foe will receive a blow equal to the one reserved for the enemy from the stars.

"¡Listo, Deme mis ordenes su majestad y yo cumplire sin falta!"

1 Second.

The hero speech is strict and to the point, the voice of the hero matches not the beauty of bearing but that in itself is proof of the hero's determination.

The emperor responds to that determination by raising the back of the hand towards the hero and commanding, an enormous amount of energy exuding from both hero and the emperor as the emperor roars his orders to the hero

"By power of this command seal I, the master of brands order thee, Grand Saber….EXPLOTA ESA PUTA PIEDRA!"

The hero jumps without a word to face the foe at the emperor's order.

No. To call it a jump would be to disingenuous.

The hero, bolstered by the powered of the emperor had flown, using overwhelming speed that no machine or beast on the planet could equal or withstand

The hero was launched. Like an arrow from a bow

Flying fast and true like a crimson ray, the red-hot sword of the hero's birthright is ready, charged with all of the hero's strength, ready to unleash it all on the hero's foe.

The building nearly falls apart from the force of the jump.

But it holds.

It too it seems, wants to witness the end…steel creaks under the burden of the hero's power but it does not yield.

Much how the hero does not yield to despair.

Also, rather than running or stumbling, all eyes in the city be they on the rooftop or around it are set towards the heavens as the crimson arrow carrying the hopes of salvation of the people flies to meet its opponent.

A green blast emerges from the white light. A new enemy?

It seems the emperor's foe had one last trick to ensure that revenge is carried true. A mounted laser weapon, ready to shoot down the valorous hero before the deed could be done.

The beam grew closer against the red light of the hero, the last arrow in the quiver of mankind was about to be shattered by the bowman's law!

-A fired arrow cannot change course. -

The hero had become an arrow for the sake of delivering the strongest blow possible to destroy the foe from the stars for, it too, was an arrow.

A beyond question devastating arrow, but an arrow nonetheless.

But now the bowman's law was being used against the hero and the emperor.

The hero could not defend with the sword as if to parry the blast would mean the contained strength would be wasted and there would be no time gather enough power again to destroy the falling mountain and if the hero tried to endure the blast, the hero would certainly be killed. The hero could not swing and could not dodge, only fly into certain death.

A complete and total check of all options. A dead end.

The hero's followers despaired and called out while the emperor and the hero's allies remain silent in their watch

"No! esquivalo!" "Te matara!" "No nos falles, por favor!" "confiamos en ti!"

Why keep silence before this horrible dead end? had they given up? were they so horrified they couldn't speak?

No.

The emperor and allies just knew better than them.

It was by conquering that horrible fate that hero was worthy of being the Heroic Spirit of the Sword!


The hero's body was not in pain, The hero's body WAS pain. Painsufferinginjuryagony!

The energy blast was destroying the hero, the vacuum of space was destroying the hero. But the hero push on!

To dodge was impossible and the blast was far too powerful yet the hero was above all else dutifully diligent in word and action, more than willing to power on through adversity with only willpower and faith as allies.

The hero's flesh was breaking apart; organs were failing, tendons were snapping, muscles were severed, bones were broken, eyes exploding yet...against all that.

The hero powered through the beam nonetheless. For duty demanded that the sword reached its intended target

Drawing strength from within, the hero's voice roared so loud that it was as if the 7 seven trumpets found at the book of revelations had finally being heard.

Everyone in Spain hear the words of the hero who had jumped to the mesosphere of the planet in a fraction of a second:

"LE ORDONO A MI CARNE EN EL NOMBRE DE DIOS, DAME LA FUERZA DEL ARCHANGEL GABRIEL!"

On the place were green met red, the red grew in propensity as the hero was clad in the flame of creation that the LORD used at the dawn of time, A fire so hot that it burned away the concept behind reality, the fire was burning away the laser from existence. the hero was drawing even more strength than before, squeezing every ounce of power available so the flames would power through the green blast and for a moment it seem the hero was failing as the green overwhelms the valorous red arrow

The people despair further for a brief second and then…The red arrow becomes clad in gold as if the blessings of heaven had been bestowed upon the hero at last.

The hero becomes a golden star rising into heaven, singing victory as it fills the sky as the green blast fades.

Once again the hero preformed duty and overcome fate, for the hero always overcomes! For that is for what the hero's is most known for.

Who is the hero you ask?

The hero bares many names but in the hero's hand is the sword of a nation ready to deliver salvation to its people once more and that weapons name is roared by the hero as arms bring down the blade upon the foe of all live on the planet beneath.

"Tráe destrucción como el Sol naciente! ¡TIZONA EXALTAAAAAAAA!"


Sword met Rock and then…

A colossal explosion that for a brief moment eclipse the output of the sun, everyone who was looking turned away, incapable of withstand the sheer force and light as the hero preform the duty perfectly.

Asteroid Florence, with a diameter of 4,9 km, that had been forcefully made to collide with planet earth had been annihilated.

What would have brought death to all life on planet earth… was stopped a bare 85 km from impact by a single sword swing and barely entering Earth's mesosphere even.

Thanks to the hero own power, the explosion was pushed away from the planet and into space and Earth was barely harmed, if at all! This was a peerless miracle! An impossible task done true!

But what about the hero?

Would the hero survive or would the hero be forever remember as the martyr?

The hero let the impact of the target's explosive end hit, far too exhausted and wounded to do anything...but the hero was not giving up. The hero knew those allies with whom the hero had thread the path of the Arcadia of her youth would not abandon her.

Without a doubt, the hero would not be abandoned in this time of need. the hero's eyes close as gentle smile takes as the fires of re-entry engulf the hero as one thought took hold before unconsciousness.

-It was time to go home-


Everyone on the ground could not believe what they were watching, did they dare hope? The hero did it!?

Countless eyes rose to the heavens, looking for the asteroid but it was not there. it was completely gone, vaporized by the hero's sword and countless voices rejoiced in sheer joy.

Gaia rejoiced. Her children were saved by her youngest! the beast and the plants all gave silent thanks to the greatest of them all!

Humanity rejoiced. They had succeed in the impossible once again! even the power of an asteroid could not end them!

The causality had been defeated, the emperor's promised victory delivered true!

As the light of the explosion vanished, a single shooting was coming back to the ground. The emperor soared to the skies to catch the star without care just as it was about to impact a nearby building, tearing it apart with a wave of his hand.

Soon enough the weary hero was soon in the comforting arms of the emperor. The emperor held the hero on arms for a moment, scanning the wounds of the hero. This was not the majestic body he beheld less than a moment ago.

This is a barely alive corpse. Burn beyond recognition. But it was alive and that was enough for the emperor.

Gathering his power and closing in, the emperor kissed the hero's burnt mouth, pouring his own blood and power into the hero, a reward for a great deed.

A new miracle happened. Healing...

Organs were healed, tendons reconnected, bones mended and skin soft and unblemished of any burns or scars. The hero's black mane quickly back to it usual bob cut and the beautiful chocolate eyes that had stolen the heart of the emperor slowly opened, greeted by sight of the emperor.

For a moment all is quiet before the hero smiles and speaks arrogantly as if the challenge had been nothing to the hero.

"Told you i could do it"

That was the only answer the emperor received from the lips the emperor just kissed. The emperor, who laughs at hero's arrogance just after escaping the grim reaper again.

"Yeah i can see that, you crazy wife of mine."

Yes, Wife. As in female.

The great hero, who had saved the planet and achieve the impossible, was a young woman not even in her twenties yet!


The United Nations Security Council. Arguably the highest authority on earth when it comes to humanity's nations, it just called an emergency meeting after what the news were calling…

-The Miracle of a Hundred Years-

As president of Russia, Vladimir Putin, sat with his arms crossed he looked at the other 4 permanent members of and asked, slamming his hands on the table. No time to play politics.

"Gentlemen, just what the hell is going on? We are supposed to be in control, we are the masters of the world, aren't we!? So just who in the hell are these people!"

The old KGB agent produces a folder from his black suit and spills the photos taken by his special agents all across the large round table as the leaders of the world remain quiet.

They already had seen these…The pictures of a salvation given form.

The pictures of a hero, not a normal hero like police or a fire man…no.

The heroine was young woman of biblical might, burning like a shining star in the picture, she demands by her posture alone to be called only a heroine of the highest order, like those found in the age of yore when humans were still hiding from the dark. Around her were seven other young adults, congratulating the tired but smiling heroine as the people of Spain celebrated and knelt in prayer around woman whom they praised as their holy savior, the one they called…

El Cid Campeador.


The National Hero of Spain had returned in the moment of greatest need to save Iberia and the World under the providence of the LORD but she….was not pleased

She was not pleased at all!

Spain's champion did not come baring her sword just to save Spain from a falling rock from the space. She came to take what was hers, the throne.

Iberian royalty had failed the heroine's clan so by right of arms, the heroine would assume control in the emperor's name and crush any who would oppose her husband vision of a united mankind.

The heroine strode to the palace's royal audience chambers with her retinue as if she owned it and there she looked at King Felipe VI, who rose from his throne with open arms, awaiting to embrace the gracious heroine the LORD sent him in his eyes. For a mere second it seem like it would be as Felipe thought.

That the heroine would bow before him and pledge allegiance...

But it was not to be.

The heroine's presence was fully released once she stopped, an overwhelmingly powerful spirit of dominance and force of character that made both the king and his guards around the heroine to bend knee to coming from her flesh. The heroine stood ramrod straight in a sea of kneeling figure and raised Tizona for all to see and spoke

"¡Yo soy la hereda legitima del el Cid y ahora reina de españa por fuerza de conquista. yo te relevo de tus sagrados votos reales Felipe! ¡Levántese ahora aquel que se oponga a mi reinado y bátase a duelo conmigo o calle para siempre!"

Nobody dares oppose the heroine who just flew into the skies and in front of millions, vaporized a 4,9 km asteroid seconds before impact.

With a sword. In space.

A sword's whose impact held such a force that all of Europe saw an explosion that was brighter than the sun itself.

But more important than the heroine's might, was the heroine's legitimacy as none doubted her claim to being El Cid's will. Her bearing and aura carried the meaning of the champion to all of their hearts…none in Spain would oppose the woman before them.

King Felipe VI fell to the ground in reverence and kissed the armored boot of the heroine, a king acting like a beggar. Yet it was an act of joy, not servitude

For he knew it better than anyone, as Felipe too shares El Cid's Blood and the king knew would never match her in worthiness for the crown.

From the very beginning the being before him was simply beyond him. He had been merely a place holder and now the true master of spain had returned!

"No mi Reina, nadie se opone, si no lo opuesto. !le rogamos que tome este humilde reino y llévelo a la gloria una vez más! ¡Si he de mendigar que asi sea! ¡pero yo quiero estár orgulloso de ser hijo de España una vez más!"

The heroine knelt and picked Felipe, embracing him in gentle love.

"Nada de eso primo, usted ya no es rey pero es mi familia. ¡Usted y los suyos vivirán aquí conmigo y no se diga más! ¡Pero ahora quiero presentarles as su nuevo rey y futuro emperador del nuevo imperio catholico!

then the emperor entered the room, appearing from a portal. His presence was shattering the world around him for a moment before he reins it in, feeling his show of force enough as his armored foot clangs as he approaches his wife and declared his sacred name...

It was there and then that humanity, for the first time, heard the name of the man that would be recorded in history as the Emperor of Civilization

The emperor strode through the mass of followers that had come following the heroine and stood in front King Felipe VI beside her and declared, stomping his staff into the ground like a hammer

"Yo, Cometa Johansen Butterfly, Emperador de Mewni y Maestro del Ejercito Exaltado juro solemnemente con Marcelina Benedicta Diaz De Vivar como mi testigo y verdugo, que tu pueblo será mi pueblo y tu sangre será mi sangre. No faltara pan para comer, medicina para curar o abrigo para resguardase. ¡esta tierra que una vez se llamó la capital del imperio que nunca se pone el Sol, volverá a brillar con en el esplendor imperial!

The entire hall exploded into applause and joyous cries


It was terrifyingly quick how it happened.

All of a sudden, every security blanket and safety was taken. as a calamity threatened humanity on November 11, 2018, Armistice Day. The day humanity stopped their bloodiest conflict, World War I, or better known then as 'The War to End All Wars'

But it wasn't, Right?.

Humans didn't stop killing each other nor did they learn from their mistakes, if anything the WW1 was a prelude to the true horror to come.

Persecution.

Genocide.

War.

Nuclear Devastation.

Cold War.

What humans didn't know was that karma remembers well the brutality of man, and today it seem, it was going to punish mankind with extinction.

And many people saw terrible world-ending scenario play that day, appearing out of nowhere, almost as if answering humanity after 100 years. The people of the planet panicked, no amount of hiding or bribing could hide the fact humanity was about to meet its end. Looting and chaos was rampant, suicides were in mass and every sin found on Dante's inferno was being committed by the desperate, after all…

Earth as humanity knew it, was about to meet its end.

For all their hubris, humans were as useless as the rest of the animal and plants that would perish. The calamity that was certain doom could not be defeated. It was the end times, ragnarok...the apocalypse of all life. There was nothing to do but to grab your loved one and kiss them goodbye as you wait the end.

The name of that end you ask?

Asteroid Florence, the second largest asteroid threat known to science suddenly changed course and was heading straight for the planet. The impact alone would erase most of western Europe and the issuing dust cloud would cover the earth, insuring a new ice age for the entire planet. Humanity would survive for what, a hundred, perhaps two hundred years before in-fighting and lack of resources kill the survivors?

But…

Some hope remained unknown to the people.

For the heroine would not abandon her homeland, she would not allow any but her to be light that shine over the empire that the sun never sets and even alone...

The heroine would challenge the inevitable doom with valorous vigor…

For she is a hero, a sword, and a warrior but most importantly.

She is Exalted. And nothing could bar her way.

But even with her exalted strength the heroine could not achieve such a feat with her own strength alone.

But she was not alone, never. No, never alone.

For wherever the heroine walked, the emperor stood at her side.

The emperor looked upon the begging masses and saw potential, a world on the brink of collapse that needed a new way. The emperor saw the brutality of man and sorrow took him.

Such glory wasted...

The emperor could not tolerate it, but he held back his hegemony to spare his wife and himself from the grim duty ahead of such task.

However, now the time to wait was over, the emperor would act!

The emperor would give to them salvation while making his declaration to the world. All for his beloved heroine and wife, mother of his child.

For they were bonded by the power of the blood moon, uniting their souls for eternity. His duty was Her happiness, Her duty was His happiness.

But even as he justified his grim duty as an act of love, it was also an act of wisdom. For the emperor saw into the heart of humans and wish to see them shine brightly beside him and reach their true potential

As avatars of civilization across the multiverse...

Turning to his wife, the emperor spoke to the heroine in a gentle voice as he passed their young child to the nannies as his court surrounds the pair.

"I will save them. For you and our daughter. ella caminara sus primeros pasos en el castillo de tus ancestros. I promise."

The emperor turns to his court, all valorous and strong as the heroine chosen as his bride and the world breaks as the imperial might is unshackled.

They kneel. They can but kneel before the eldritch might of the emperor.

The mere unshackled presence of the emperor cracking reality around him like an eldritch horror trying to enter our reality.

He extend his left hand to where his staff lies in rest and it flies to find his hand and the presence doubles, the world twist and bends, screaming in pain of his presence yet rather than cowering at at the emperor...

The court, heroes among heroes who had slaying impossible creatures, overcome immeasurable odds and stood peerless among the greatest of mankind, knelt in joyous reverence, relishing in his aura as if receiving a sacrament from their chief deity.

"Lo and Behold, Hear my proclamation my custodians! By my authority as emperor let all custodians gather here and prepare, for today we will take the first step to create a new empire in which the sun will never set! Today, is the day you waited for a thousand years. Today…We will begin our long path to the salvation of all mankind!"

The emperor's voice is firm and holding an unnatural beauty to it that betrays it as something not of this world.

Something Alien, Something Eldritch. Yet it is music to the ears of his court.

They quickly leave the grand hall of the emperor's palace. Much is to be done...but do see their haste was not fear, it was eagerness to do his bidding.

Happiness took his court and joyous smiles were all around. The promised time had come.

Other leaders usually needed to wait to see how their edicts are taken by the people but the emperor was not as limited as a human emperor was and didn't need to wait to know the effect of his decrees…

He heard the cheering outside of the house as his command reach all of his subject instantly as if spoken to entirety of his followers at once, not just those in front of him.

His bond through the mark of the legend had tied his custodians to his own flesh and blood, he was both emperor and deity in one to them; His thoughts and Their thoughts were one as well their succor, their shelter and their loyalty. All was his.

All of it belonged irrefutably to the emperor, who closed his eyes to let the thoughts of his people reach his:

"Finally, this is it-"

"Our emperor has spoken at long last!-"

"Let none deny him! let none bar him!-"

"He is the chosen master of mankind! Any who would reject his brand must be broken and humbled!-"

"Brother and sisters, the time of salvation HAS come! Let us rejoice and pledge our service to our Emperor-"

"Glory to the emperor!-" "We watch no more! For the one who we were promised has come!"-

"We stand ready to serve, to arms my brothers!-" "For only in death does duty end!-"-

The heroine wanted to smile at her people's response for a moment but only a sad sobriety filled the room...

For the emperor was crying.


A single tear running through his cheek as he dare not let his sorrow go beyond this. He was crying for what he needs to do and for what he would have to become. A tyrant.

As always, the heroine offered her only treasure, her unconditional love, to ease his suffering.

Gently cradling the emperor's body with her own, the heroine whispers sweet nothings into the ear of the emperor who alone with his bride, allows himself a moment of weakness and relished in the affection.

For the heroine's will alone was strong enough to not be tied to him by the mark of legend, love was their bond. Contrary to the other heroes, the heroine alone held no blind worship for the emperor as the rest of the court did to varying degrees.

Through this, the emperor knew her sincerity and understanding were true...

Humanity would see him as the greatest tyrant, a monster from beyond the veil seeking to dominate them so he would need to crush them decisively. Let not a single ray of hope exist...the thought repulsed him but also, the emperor knew that it must be done.

Man must be brought to heel and united, he in his youth tried to protect them in secret but now...there would be war or extinction if he did not take the sword. And he would for all those who pledged their lives to his believes, for an united civilization created on the basis of freedom, justice and equality for all beings. The goverments of mankind had failed miserably and he held power beyond believe, with it...The emperor would save mankind even if mankind, did not care for it.

The heroine could feel through their bond his grim determination to save her people and thanked him, like she did many times before.

"Gracias..." the emperor hears whispered to his ear, her voice carrying gratitude for the depth of his resolve.

For she alone knows how deep this sacrifice is for the Emperor, whose only desire was to cease all the cries and heal all wounds to wage wars of domination but it was the heroine who showed the emperor that humanity would not bend need to what needed to be done. Pride was man's greatest sin and just like the LORD humbled man's tongues for desiring the heavens…so too now man must be humbled again so prosperity may reign again. Gripping his staff, grim resolve takes hold and the Emperor steps forth, gently prying the heroines arms opens as he opens a rift, a hole in the fabric of reality and steps through it without a word.

They had much to do...


Comet Johansen Butterfly Diaz sat in the former throne of King Felipe VI, with his wife Marcia sitting beside him, as the court now laid mostly empty after many hours of dealing with the various religious rites and political tasks needed to validate their rule. Marcia spoke as if they were alone, not caring for showing her affection for her emperor even in front of the old court guards of King Felipe.

"I will miss the old days, things were more simple but this isn't so bad…Its funny, do you remember how all of this started?"

Comet sitting hand in hand with a smile on his face allows himself to reminiscence, back to the days he thought would never end.

"How it all begun? Wow, that was 2 years ago but it feels like an eternity. It all begun with that sandwich beast if remember right.."

The guards couldn't help but gasp at the revelation.

Yes, the tale of the great emperor of civilization, who built the largest multi-dimensional empire in the known sector...started with the quest for a sandwich.