|One's Purpose
A calm breeze blew over the soft rolling plains, mixture of blue, purple, and pink colours of the grass shined. The world had always been bright. The living existences and organisms quite matched the appealing universe.
It has to be the most peaceful place in existence yet to be touched by outsiders. It wasn't for very long, unfortunately. A spirit floated across the rolling plains, watching the scenery. There were blue translucent sphere-shaped bubbles afloat. They act like organisms. They'd move, circle others, form into a flock and spread.
Everything about this world was appealing.
The blue spirit let out a sigh, the back of his head resting on his arms behind. His pair of bright yellow eyes watched the atmosphere above. He could see the bright blue sun some distance away. The galaxy and the universe within was very blue in colour.
Astral squinted his eyelids, seeing a burning red object coming down from outside. He shifted into a sitting position. His mouth agape, his eyes full of confusion and puzzlement. It came down at a much faster rate, ripping through the atmosphere of Astral World.
It flew over the horizon, away from the humanoid being. He sat in silence for a few long moments. He began to float upwards a bit to straighten himself. A loud rumbling explosion was heard, making the world shake from its' impact.
Astral snapped his head towards the direction the mysterious object had collided. Widening his eyes, his mind went berserk. He soared at jet speed to the destination of the disaster. Just miles away from him, another one had struck. Dust clouds rapidly grew from the disastrous areas.
The spirit halted to a stop, watching the tragedy take place on his own home. He clenched his fists, shaking with sorrow and vengeance.
Destroy...
Astral raised his awareness to the black ooze that was taking over his body. He showed a sign of fear momentarily until it completely took him over.
Destroy...them...
He didn't know where it had come from, but the feeling of another was fearful enough. Astral soon lost his conscious to the strange ooze.
Your task is to protect this world! You must...destroy...them!
The affecting ooze vanished, leaving Astral still in his bright blue body. However, this very event had changed everything. The fate of his world depended on him.
Astral looked up with a much sterner look on his face. More meteors were pouring in, colliding with his own world into ruins.
"My mission..," his hand grasped the Emperor's Key that hung around his own neck, "to give Earth the taste of destruction and despair."
His words echoed, a true mission to be carried out by a vengeful spirit himself.
Another fic from me of evil Astral. This is set a bit before pre-canon, obviously years before present day ZEXAL as shown in episode 19. This wasn't meant to be very long so deal with the shortness.
