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Gene of Destruction
Chapter 2
Luther Space
Sophia had started to read the news when she noticed the title of the front page. Freak Melts Game Pod. On the cover was a picture of Fayt in a fetal possession. The article was as follows.
Last night in Greg's Arcade a pod for the hit battle simulator was completely vaporized.
At the center was none other the Fayt Leingod, who carries the gene of destruction.
Sophia couldn't read much more of the article. It would only slander the Leingod name. "Oh Fayt…" They had the day off, and she was hoping to hang out with the old Fayt that would go places with her and complain about it, that always had that goofy smile, that loved to help others. "Damn paparazzi!" Were the only words that escaped her.
Fayt was deep in sleep. The other day he heard a voice in his head talk about a new world order. Who are you, what are you! Go away! A dream to never wake out of. He was in his perpetual nightmare. He saw it, the room were he fought God Luther. All his friends and family lay dead on the floor, pierced in the heart by replicas of his sword. The bloody corpses formed a circle, in the center was another Fayt. He was adorned in blue robes and bore white crystalline wings. "Who are you?" Fayt asked.
I am revolution, I am he who will bring new chaos. I will be the new god.
Fayt stared wide eyed at the doppelganger. "Why do you look like me?" Fayt queried.
It is you who builds in my visage.
Fayt couldn't understand what he meant. No, he couldn't tolerate it. He drew his sword. "Shut the hell up!" He charged the doppelganger who countered with a sword on pure light.
Accept it. You are my bearer. Until you break away from your mortal bound I will reside within you. When you finally do bear death, then I will be free to begin the revolution.
Fayt stared at his doppelganger. "Damn it, who are you. What are you!" Fayt demanded.
I am destruction.
Fayt couldn't believe what he heard. Destruction. The symbol imbedded in his genes. Fayt is destruction, destruction is Fayt. "GO AWAY!" Fayt woke up.
"Fayt, are you okay?" Sophia asked. Fayt was silent. Nothing was going well with him. He knew nothing of what was going on anymore. The only thing he knew was that it started with the letter from anonymous.
On Eliccor2 things were acting up in the Mosel dunes. The two most skilled warriors of two countries were sent to investigate. "This is Nel of crimson blades reporting nothing appears to be abnormal on my end." In ten years the world has united and many technological advances were made by the uniting with Greeton. Of the many were the creations of walky-talkies. Albel responded from the other end. Damn it woman must you always use such formal wording. Just say that everything is normal maggot! "You waste even more time attempting to lecture me. Besides, this way you know it's me, and I'll know it's you. Absolutely no one can copy your manner of speaking." I doubt that was a compliment you Aquarian scum!" Just tell me how things are on your end!" Nel demanded losing her temper.
On the other end Albel stared at his walky-talky in surprise. "Wow, and hear I thought that crimson blades were trained to hold their temper." No amount of training can get anyone to stand five minutes with you. "Well I do my best." That wasn't a compliment now tell me if there is anything strange. "Well, there is this strange bald maggot in a black suit here. It must be hell for that maggot to wear such stuffy clothing." Considering were you come from it would be hell to go out in a silk skirt of all things. "Now that was low Zelpher. People respect my choice of clothing their while whenever I go to your crap hole of a city people look at me and I can hear them sniggering." Respect! More like fear The Wicked. "Shut it wench!" Just ask the man what he's doing here. It's definitely suspicious. "Ya ya."
Albel walked up to the strangely dressed man. "Hey scum, what are you doing?" Albel asked.
"Me? Just resting, I'm on a pilgrimage of sorts. I am on my way to the room were god administrated the world." The man replied.
"Oh, okay." Albel left the man to his own devices. Albel reported what he got out of the man to Nel. What, anything involved with Luther Space is bad. I will meet with you shortly. Just keep him out of those ruins. Nel Zelpher of crimson blades out. Albel was annoyed but did what he was told. Albel went back to the man. "Sorry maggot, but you aren't going anywhere."
The man looked at Albel. "My name is Anonymous and I must go to Luther space." Albel got ticked off.
"Sorry, but your not moving," Albel was about to use force but Anonymous seemed like a moving wall. His calm demeanor bellied a powerful strength.
"I will be going now." Albel put his clawed arm on the man's shoulder. The man responded by throwing Albel ten feet into the air. Albel landed on soft sand, but was in a foul mood to be outdone like that.
Nel arrived quickly to see the grounded Albel. "Albel are you all right." Albel responded with his usual grunts meaning he was itching to draw blood. "Who are you?" Nel asked the man.
"I told the woman there that I am Anonymous." Albel was made fouler by the ignorant remark.
"I AM A MAN YOU SCUM!" Anonymous quickly registered his mistake but, did not budge in his quest towards were time begins.
"Why are you interested in Luther space?" Nel asked.
"It is there that the core resides and the registered information for symbols can be found. I will destroy the barriers their and start a revolution. The dawning of a new era." Albel and Nel knew that besides the man's calm demeanor he was crazy. They charged. The man took their hits. Sword struck flesh and was broken. The man was unscratched. He simply put his hands in the air. "Now behold, a sample of the awesome power held within the core." He charged a symbol. Albel and Nel soon lost sight as they felt their senses leave them. They were on the ground. The man passed over the near dead bodies. Nothing stood him on his path to Luther Space.
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