Chapter 3. Evolution: 13 years later
The two siblings stared each other down as the fury of lightning illuminated the darken skies. Great torrents of rain pounded both combatants, threatening to drown them in its intensity. Both heaving; trying desperately to give screaming muscles much needed oxygen. Neither one would ever concede defeat to the other; unthinkable. They were both very prideful beings.
The younger of the two too a long breath, and grinned again with renewed vigor. He abruptly explodes in brilliant golden light, radiating outward in all directions. His hair shining a burnished gold, upswept in columns of thick spikes; a corona of golden power surrounding his frame filled with lithe muscle.
He felt the change, and welcomed it with relish. A scream erupts from his mouth as be began tapping into his inner core of incalculable power. He let the burning rage that was his birthright; consume him whole in its beauty. Suddenly, great blades of electric power began to encircle him. "Ready?" He spoke with a smile.
The older brother nods his head slightly as he too gathered his own power. A glowing ray of jade lightning crashed into is lithe frame of shrewd muscle. An enormous cyclone of veritable energy swallowed him whole. He drew upon his inner power, and became encircled in a nimbus of black tinted green. "I am brother," he responded.
The air screamed as it became super charged from the titanic forces pitted against it. Harry braced against the onslaught, his brother's fists awash with terrible might. He glowed with the sun's own brilliance, as he plants a decisive fist into his face. Harry's head snapped back from the force of the whip lash blow, but he rolls with the decisive punch, and balls his foot on a cushion of air; all the while willing icy power to coalesce into existence.
Shards of ice surround his younger brother even as he takes a great leap, and soars across the expansive space. Just as the ice impacts, a roar escapes his throat, and the jagged cicles melt; fine mists dissipates in his radiance. He wills the vapor into his palms, and forced it into a definite shape of a single jagged spear of solidified power, born from more than the sums of its parts. With mighty determination, he hurled himself along with the object of destruction at his airborne brother. Harry grabbed the deadly spear that sought to tear its way into his gut, disemboweling him, and hurled it backwards. He spread his arms and a thunderclap of inebriating power rocketed down on a collision course with his younger sibling.
His arms pumped back and forth like twin pistons, driving black power back towards the ground. The last Sayian in existence opens his mouth in a wordless scream as his power answered its master's vibrant call. A translucent golden dome surrounded his body, aiding in his protection. The Black Death impacted his shield with force akin to a nuclear explosion. The very ground of the structure protested its harsh treatment and the very earth opened into a chasm. The last prince willed the ground shut as he levitated; bundled up his rage and threw the golden dome back towards his adopted brother. Harry raised an eyebrow at the planet killer, "Good brother. You demonstrate great resilience." He offered up a smile, encouraging his sibling.
The golden attack gained ground rapidly. Just before its imminent impact, Marcellus closed his glowing hands into fists, and the attack transformed, splitting into thousands of sunlit razors. Not one of the infinitely sharp projectiles found their mark. At approximately warp speed, Harry transitioned himself right in the face of Marcellus, bringing up crackling fists, delivering a vicious uppercut into his unprotected face; opening a split in his jaw. He followed through flipping upright to hook metal encased feet around his neck; flipping him airborne. Marcellus tail span through the air; his body jackknifing, only to disappear and rematerialize just to the right of his brother. With a whipping motion, he snapped out his right palm, and symmetrical ball of blue energy shot forth. Harry barely had time to raise a proper defense before the attack impacted with a smack, straight into his midsection.
The surrounding landscape became illuminated, consumed in a fiery explosion of raw energy. Marcellus exerted his mind, willing the all consuming fire to startling heights; the ground rent apart in his furious wake, quaking apart bit by rumbling bit. As the flames died away, Harry lay in the impact zone charred and tarnished, but still very capable.
"Damn he packs a punch." He stood on shaky legs, breaths coming in huge gasps. He willed his gaping wounds closed, whole once more. He spared a glance at his brother, noticing that he did the same. He silently rose on telekinetic winds, his now knitting garments whipping furiously. With supreme concentration born from the darkest depths of his being, he called upon the power that was his birthright.
A sphere of green crackling black power around him; the very air seemed to die, shuddering in its intensity. He basked in the icy darkness, green tendrils of power lashing the ground around him. Everything organic within range withered and decayed; dieing. He threw is arms skyward screaming to the heavens. They fell with veal onto his brother; black and green intertwined. Marcellus witnessed this and marshaled his power as well. Streams of golden power snaked around him in a hypnotic dance. He cupped his hands at his side in the signature trademark stance of his forefathers, and thrust them forward with relish.
The very ground dissolved in the space between the brothers. Gold and Black clashed with everlasting fury, both pushing their energy against the other. Fissures open up as the dimensional barriers between the two tried, virtually unsuccessfully, to compensate for the sudden blatant violation of space. The battle fractioned; now supreme mental will split along simultaneous planes. Following the fracture in reality that their energy battle caused, Harry detached his mind, and shifted into the astral plane, using the momentum to further his attack. Harry sent a telepathic blast of psychic power into the mind of his brother, attempting to end the titanic struggle; stop his mental thought processes. Marcellus answered the call, but seeking to minimize the damage their struggle caused, took a significantly different approach to his brother's multi-plane assault.
Marcellus rallied his mental power, and with monumental effort, drove into the heart of the astral plane, slamming Harry's consciousness back into the physical. To Harry's credit, this jarring action had no immediate effect on the physical aspect of their struggle. The sky cried, bleeding over into another dimension. Great gaping rents appeared along side the fissures that separated this reality from the next. The very laws of physics rewrote themselves, as the sky swam, and the seas flew; churning and boiling along with the sky electrifying. The dimensional anomaly continued unabated, crashing into the fifth dimension; the very home of magic itself.
It came with a collective consciousness, bleeding over into the world of the living. Over the millions of years of life on the plane of the living, Magic lent its power to the inhabitants. It shared this with the singular purpose of entertainment. Neither good nor evil, Magic was truly alive, but lacked the properties that gave the beings of this plane their significant qualities. It merrily lent its powers from the highest God, to the lowliest of creatures.
It watched as countless worlds were ravaged; reduced to dust motes, and as new worlds formed from its ashes of destruction. It kept tabs of the infant worlds of its being. Magic heard when it was called by one of its favorites; his sub-consciousness reaching out for more power to sustain him. Magic gave a metaphoric smile, and happily lent its infinite reserve to its chosen child. Harry greedily drank from the infinite, and his attack amplified 100 fold. Great gouts of fiery death swallowed all it touched. Storms of mystical lightning blared around runes never before seen on this plane. The purest of waters bled from the sky-ground in rivers, only to ice over as soon as it was subjected to the sub-zero temperatures. In the background of the chaos, a beautiful ebon clad woman silently observed. The attack bore down on his brother, enhanced by the infinite. To Marcellus's credit, he called upon his massive reserves, and mightily pushed back for all he was worth, but it was not to be. He had been pushed to the very limits of his abilities.
But, Marcellus not to be undone by anybody searched the depths of his soul desperately. He cast his senses through every plane he could access, and found nothing. Both attacks moved within millimeters of him. His body started blistering as the attack overcame him. Still, he fought on, never willing to submit to his brother. On the verge of unconsciousness, his body charring and blackening, he found the very thing that he searched for within the deepest darkest corner of his mind. Out of the black abyss, a golden face appeared, filling his mindscape.
The golden armor clad, one hundred foot plus monstrosity refused to fall. It gave Marcellus the power he so desperately craved. He took in the offered power with every fiber of his being. It was as if Harry had witnessed the birth of a star; the ebon burned away from his brother. Marcellus screamed his throat bloody, as his hair lengthened down the width of his backside, reaching towards the boiling, churning black sky. The mystical lightning redirected, and instead of hurting, healed his boiling skin back to raw pink. His forehead jutted outward, giving him a prehistoric look of his earliest forefathers just as his eyebrows disappeared. His body swelled with new muscle, regrown anew from its previously harsh treatment. His power grew along with the physical changes as even more dimensional barriers shattered, a testament to his now impossible power.
"This needs to end." Harry feverously thought. He saw his chance as Marcellus was distracted in his newfound, intoxicating might, and Magic was pleased to answer the call of its chosen once more. Harry calmed his chaotic mind, and Magic serenely embraced him in its entirety. An eldritch bolt of pure ether escaped his eyes, and slammed headlong into Marcellus' craven features. Magic took control of the death that was Harry's power, and dissipated it into its essence. But, the beast within Marcellus refused to relent and added more golden might to his benefactor. Harry would have none of that though. And with a power born from instinctiveness, he willed himself with the speed of thought, beside his brother. Harry lifted a mighty fist, and plowed it into the head of his sibling, ending their epic battle. He stared down at his brother with a sad smile. "Damn, he's stronger than I am now. Guess that means even more training just to catch up. No doubt he'll be gloating over this one." With weary bones, he hefted his golden haired unconscious brother over his shoulders, and with a huge sigh, disappeared with blinding light to the med bays.
In the observatory above the expansive training chamber, the High Evolutionary sat with a pensive look set upon his stolid features. "Very powerful children you have there. You must be immensely proud. But now I see what you inquire about Herbert." "Can you be of some assistance?" "Well, time shall tell, but in the meantime, have the lad strengthen his mental barriers. That should suffice for now. It doesn't help that Magic itself has chosen your eldest." "Most would kill for just the prospect, but that is not all that is happening with my son," The armor clad doctor stated. "At any rate Doctor, have him do the necessary meditations, and we'll schedule soon." "Thank you Merlin." "No need Herbert. That child has been blessed by the very force of this reality itself; I'll happily do what I can for him." With that, the current Sorcerer Supreme of the Earth-CO dimension vanished. The Doctor waved a single crimson clad, gauntleted hand, and instantly the fissures pulsating in reality healed. The training chamber rerighted itself to its once pristine condition. "I suppose I'll get dinner ready," he stated more to himself than anybody. With a sigh he strode from the observation deck with thoughts of Death weighing heavily on his mind.
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Darkvampirewitch-- No to the Beyonder. Harry, as well as Marcellus are just like the Doc; ascended. In Marcellus' case, he's a TRUE ascended (not just in transformation) Sayian. They both display the same powers that come with human ascension, with differences varying in species, but are alike enough to allow for the same range of abilities. Harry possesses a magical core, like all wizards and witches do. It ascended just as he did. The only person in that dimension that can even relate is the current Sorcerer Supreme; Merlin.
I just could not resist adding a Sayian to the mix. The very LAST one I might add. His origins will properly be revealed next chapter. By the way, he's 12 yrs old.
You now see just what kind of power both of them has now. That is certainly not the apex of either's ability, just a general rundown. If you didn't notice, they are not in the Doc's league yet, but that will definitely be changing.
You may think of their abilities as overkill, but they are going to need them. If you didn't know, there are mutants and humans (and that's just on earth) in the MU that can trounce either of them at this point.
There is a reoccurring event happened in this fic. Did anybody catch it? If you didn't, that is the blood protection manifesting. Someone, or rather something answered Lily's call that night, and it might not be just what she had in mind either. Look for it, it's there.
Expect the next chapter in the coming week.
Till next time.
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