Chapter 21

The horseman of Death circled around Asgore, his scythe in hand. Asgore stood his ground with his trident raised and his magical flames burning brightly.

Magdalene was doing whatever she could to stay out of the way.

"Be careful, Mister Asgore!" Maggie pleaded.

Asgore didn't respond, he didn't want to take his eyes off of the harbinger. Death swung his scythe to his side and summoned four more scythes that flew around him.

Death gave the silent signal and unleashed the scythes like a whirlwind. Asgore rose his trident defensively and withstood the barrage of strikes against him.

Asgore pushed forward and scattered the scythes, breaking the whirlwind. He rose his hand, summoning several fireballs.

With a swipe of his hand, the fireballs shot through the air towards Death. The harbinger scowled and gripped the front of his mount.

With a gust of air, Death and his mount hurtled into the air, thinking that they would avoid the fireballs.

Much to Death's surprise, the fireballs changed their course and followed him. He gave a silent order and re-summoned the four scythes again.

The four scythes shot through the air and cut through the fireballs as if they were paper. Death scowled and summoned two extra scythes.

These two scythes ripped through the air so fast that Asgore couldn't react fast enough. The scythes slashed Asgore across the chest and stomach.

Asgore grunted in pain and smashed the attacking scythes with a swing of his trident. Ignoring the pain, Asgore swung his trident and focused his magic.

Death found that he was surrounded on all sides by fireballs. This time, the fireballs all shot at once and engulfed Death in a massive explosion.

Before the embers could even form, Death shot out of the flames and charged Asgore. With a loud clang, Death's scythe as met with Asgore's trident.

Asgore's eyes flickered orange. With a speed Maggie didn't think he could move at, Asgore struck Death with a barrage from his trident than now had an orange glow to it.

Death reared back, surprised by the speed and damage from the attack. With a small crackling noise, Death's lower jaw fell off.

Enraged, Death withdrew an hourglass and flipped it upside down. As the sand poured into the empty bulb, time itself began to slow to a crawl.

Death let out a silent cackle as he circled Asgore like a vulture.

Right as Death was about attack the relatively vulnerable Asgore, he felt several tears splash and burn into his bones.

He turned to face the new attacker. Standing with trembling knees was Maggie. But it was not her that Death was alarmed by, it was what was hovering behind her.

Hovering unnoticed behind the young Magdalene was a being of the purest light. The being was faceless and had two white feathered wings.

Over its marble white skin was a robe of the darkest blue. Unknown to Magdalene, her kindness and purity had attracted the attention of a greater deity.

Magdalene had summoned a being known as the Seraphim.

At the sight of the Seraphim, Death scowled and unfroze time. With his attention seemingly on Maggie, Asgore took his chance and plunged his trident deep into Death's chest.

As the tips of Asgore's trident pierced through his chest, Death let out a loud, blood chilling shriek.

Suddenly, Death erupted in a blast of ash and dust. As the ashes settled, Asgore stood victorious, and Maggie's angelic guardian had left as quickly as it had arrived.

"Mister Asgore!" Maggie cried happily as she put her tiny arms around his ankle, hugging it tightly. "You did it! You beat the mean skeleton man!"

Asgore smiled, trying to hide the amount of pain he was in. But Maggie caught on quickly, and withdrew her Yum heart.

"Here, Mister Asgore," Maggie said as she held the pulsating object up to Asgore. "Take a bite and heal your boo-boos!"

Asgore recoiled slightly at the offer. The thought of eating something that seemed...alive disgusted him.

"I'm fine child," Asgore stated with a weak smile. "I won't need your-"

Asgore stopped when he heard a tiny sniffle come from Maggie. She was looking up at him with big watery eyes and a quivering bottom lip.

She whimpered as she held the Yum heart up again.

"Please...Mister Asgore?" she sniffled. "Heal your boo-boos..."

Asgore looked down as the whimpering Maggie, then back to the pulsating heart shaped object. Ultimately, Asgore gave in to Maggie's request.

"Well...if it means that much to you," Asgore stated as he took the Yum heart from Maggie's hands.

Asgore held the Yum heart up to his mouth. He swallowed the lump in the back of his throat and took a sizable bite out of the heart.

The Yum heart actually tasted good. The taste was familiar, like Toriel's cinnamon/ butterscotch pies.

After swallowing the chunk of heart, Asgore felt a warmth spread out through his body. Broken bones were mended, ruptures were sealed, and gashes were sutured.

Quickly, Asgore's wounds were all healed.

"My word," Asgore exclaimed. "Thank you, Magdalene. That was exactly what this old goat needed."

Maggie blushed and giggled and tried her best to hide her bashfulness in her massive golden locks.

"Told you it would help," Maggie responded as she took the Yum heart back from Asgore and took a tiny nibble out of it.

After swallowing the chunk of heart in her mouth, Maggie stored the Yum heart in her hair. Asgore knelt down and let Maggie climb back up onto his shoulders.

"Come on, Mister Asgore!" Maggie exclaimed. "Let's go help your friends!"

Back at Asgore's old castle, San and Papyrus were busty trying to heal Judas. After his battle with the horseman of Conquest, Judas had been rambling incoherently.

His eyes were still empty and bleeding.

"I say, human, that book seems very bad for your health," Papyrus stated as he stood watch.

"yeah kid," Sans replied. "it's a real eyesore!"

Judas swung blindly at Sans and hissed.

"Enough of your foul humor!" Judas spat. "Humor will not remove the pain!"

"Pain, are you hurt, human?" Papyrus asked.

Judas scowled and pushed himself off the ground.

"Not mine...his," Judas stated in a cold voice as he pointed towards Sans.

Sans shrugged and shook his head.

"i got no idea what you're talking about, kiddo," Sans responded.

"A faithful witness will not lie: but a false witness will utter lies." Judas quoted as he staggered aimlessly around the room. "Proverbs 14:5."

"did you just call me a liar?" Sans asked, slightly unnerved.

Judas stumbled and fell to the floor, dripping blood from his eyes.

"This isn't the first time, is it?" he asked as he stared at the ground. "You've seen this before, haven't you? The end of a time line?"

Sans suddenly felt a chill run up his spine. The way Judas was talking, it seemed like he knew about timespace anomalies, and that this time line wasn't the original.

Suddenly, Judas sprang off of the ground and let out a pained cry.

"YOU!" he shouted, pointing at nothing. "I see through your trickery!"

Sans and Papyrus looked at each other with confused looks.

"You thought you could stay hidden in the void! Oh, but I see you! For my eyes are now unblighted by earthly ties! I see you as clearly as the smile on your face!" Judas boomed with righteous fury. "You speak with hands, but the word I preach is the Lord's! You may have hidden yourself from time and space, but not from His all seeing eyes!"

Judas threw his hands up into the air and took a long breath.

"For we must all stand before Christ to be judged. We will each receive whatever we deserve for the good or evil we have done in this earthly body!" Judas cried out furiously. "That includes you as well... Doctor."

With that, Judas's eyes returned to normal, and he collapsed to the floor. Sans and Papyrus were silent as they stared down at Judas' unconscious body.

"W-what was he talking about, Sans?" Papyrus asked, shaken.

Sans shook his head.

"no idea, bro," Sans responded as he prodded Judas with his foot. "kid must have been seeing things..."

Here is another chapter for you.

Thank you for being patient.

Next chapter should be pretty...glamorous.