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Chapter 25

Messiah

Deep shaky breaths could be heard echoing across the Stream of Life. The four angels were battling against the endless swarm of enemies. The enemies kept re-appearing as if they were undead. And the Celestians were slowly losing their health even though they were merely fighting against minor weaklings.

"Let's just go," Ven suggested, killing off the row of enemies that was blocking the way to the corridor leading to the Line of the World.

Sora was silent. He was of no help at all. Merely standing there, being protected by Riku. He couldn't do anything without his keyblade.

"Sora! Let's go!" Riku yelled, grabbing the brunet by the wrist.

"Oh, sorry," Sora grinned sheepishly.

Meanwhile, Riku wasn't paying attention to the enemies around him as his attention was on Sora.

"Riku! Behind you!" Aqua shouted while swinging her keyblade to vanquish a small heartless in front of her. Ven was about to jump in to help Riku, but it was too late.

Sora's eyes opened wide. Without thinking it any further, he pushed Riku aside and prepared for the attack that was about to fall upon him. He shielded himself using his arm, preparing himself for the pain of the heartless' attack. Just right when the heartless was about to wound him, Oathkeeper manifested in his right hand and he successfully parried the attack, effectively killing the heartless.

"The keyblade!" Sora exclaimed. "It's back, Riku!"

Riku's eyes went wide, but then he smiled and sighed in relieve as he killed another one of those heartless. "You scared me."

Ven chuckled. "Alright, let's go! This way!" he led, clearing the way, followed by the other three.

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The Leader of the Grim Reapers slowly walked inside the corridor. The coat he wore was stained with blood, but he didn't seem to care about the condition he was in. All the other barriers had been weakened due to the sacrifices that the pink haired man provided. Holding his scythe firm and with a single swift swipe, he easily slashed down the barriers that kept him from his destination.

He smirked, walking further in, taking down any barriers that blocked his way.

And finally, he reached an area that seemed like a room, dark and spacious.

That room contained a thick string of line, white and gray colored. Shrieks and screams could be heard, alerting everyone that there was an intruder within the interior of the Stream of Life… that there was a menace that would threaten the Line of the World's safety.

The Line of the World stretched from the far corner of the room to the other corner. Distorted faces, souls, wails, shrieks of help seeking for escape and release… all of them, echoing endlessly in that one room that was filled with hues of greens and blacks.

"Such nightmare…residing in the far corner of the Underworld," Marluxia narrowed his eyes, whispering. "This must be destroyed…"

He looked around again, investigating and scanning the area. The voices of the dead were starting to get into his head. And the hymns of the Singer in the Stream of Life could heard, obviously trying to cover up the noises and pleads of help, trying to drive the souls to sleep.

But the uproar of the fact that an intruder had disturbed their slumbers was far greater than the Singer's voice. It was their only chance of escape, their only chance to be set free…to finally relinquish their duties. The Messiah had arrived…their savior.

"I, Marluxia, have come to save you all."

The souls that formed the Line of the World roared, as if cheering for their Messiah.

Just as Marluxia was about to slash the line into two with the sharpness of his scythe, metals could be heard clunking together. A keyblade was thrown at his direction, wounding his arm, preventing him from doing what he was about to do. Then lights enshrouded the keyblade and it vanished, going back to its master. "Marluxia!" Ven yelled. "I won't allow you to destroy the Line of the World!"

Marluxia smirked, holding his injured arm, his scythe was summoned back to him in an instant and Riku, Sora, and Aqua immediately zoomed in to Marluxia, preventing the Leader of the Grim Reaper from destroying the Line. Metals were clunking. The three angels were cooperating together to defeat the pink haired man.

Ven, however, was looking around the area, floating with the aid of his black wings. The barrier, everything was shattered. And the only object that was protecting the "connection" was the Line of the World. They must protect the Line… no matter what it took.

…There was another presence in the Stream of Life…

What was this unnerving feeling that was plaguing him ever since he first stepped foot in there?

Soon, without any further dawdling, he went in to help the other angels. They panted. The four kept assaulting and defending one another. However, Marluxia never seemed to waver. He was not letting his guard down. How could a single Leader of the Reapers be so strong?

The Line was merely a single swipe away and it would be gone.

The Celestians fought long and hard in order to protect what was left of the "connection."

"Aqua!" Ven shouted as Aqua was slammed away by Marluxia's attack. The blue haired angel let out a groan of pain as she hit the wall. Wounds covered her fragile body and her keyblade disappeared as its master lost her consciousness to the world.

"Fool," Marluxia laughed as he swiped his scythe to Ven, effectively injuring the angel's side and with a single kick, Ven was slammed to the other wall. While Marluxia's guard was down, Sora quickly stabbed his keyblade to the Leader of the Reapers. He was successful... his keyblade went through the man's abdomen, passing through his flesh…

Blood tainted Oathkeeper, dripping down and disappearing in the ground of hues. Sora's eyes went wide. Did they win? Riku also stabbed Way of the Dawn straight to where Marluxia's heart was located.

Time was as if paused. No one moved. Heavy breathings could be heard amidst the screams and wails of the souls and the faint hymns of the Singer.

And then, there was another presence… somewhere hidden… a dark presence the enveloped the area. Riku scanned around warily, narrowing his eyes, only to find nothing. Sora took in a deep breath.

Two keyblades were connected to Marluxia's body and the man didn't budge.

"Riku!" Sora yelled as he grabbed the silver head angel by the wrist. He immediately flew away, avoiding an attack. But he was too late as Riku was assaulted and was soon enwrapped in a case of ice.

Vexen, who was carrying Zexion, chuckled.

"Very good, Vexen," Marluxia spoke darkly, taking out both of the keyblades out of his body without any effort.

Sora trembled in fear, standing there. His comrades had fallen. Ven was bleeding, Aqua was wounded, Riku was encased in ice… And he was floating there in the presence of evil before him with no aide. Zexion was also unconscious. "What are you?" he whispered, Oathkeeper disappeared from where it was and manifested in Sora's hand. "I will not let you win!" the angel exclaimed, determination in his voice.

"And you, a mere angel…think that you can defeat the Messiah?" Marluxia chuckled in amusement.

"Messiah?" Sora frowned, panting. The injuries that he had suffer, his arms, his legs… his very being was slowly being sucked out of him.

"Yes."

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Emerald eyes fluttered open slowly. They squinted as they adjusted to the light, blinking again and again to clear the blurry and hazy vision.

The King groaned as he sat up slowly, palm pressed flat to his forehead, eyes shut closed. He was having a horrible headache and he felt nausea.

"You're awake?" a kind and gentle voice could be heard ringing in the silent air.

Axel shook his head for a bit in order to focus. "Where are we?" he asked, taking in a deep breath.

"Still in my unconscious realm," the blond answered, hugging his knees close.

"We're not getting out of here?"

"We should…" the blond whispered. "We really should… why don't you head out first… the exit should be that way…" he pointed weakly at a direction to the west where a field of flowers flourished, where it was dark and the stars were blinking, shining in their warm yellow light.

Axel frowned at the statements. "Well, what about you then?"

"I can't walk… I'm too weak to do so."

"What did you…" Axel gasped then, "You healed me…"

"I'm so glad you're okay," Roxas chuckled weakly. "Funny… even though I'm supposed to be god. I still get tired from performing a high level healing. I'm sorry for my weakness."

"You are not weak, Roxas," Axel grinned, leaning down, picking Roxas up, carrying the blond bridal style. "Let's get out of here. It's a nice place, but we have more to do out there, right?"

Roxas smiled. He wrapped his arms around the redhead's neck. Axel leaned down and claimed the Celestian's lips, kissing softly and lovingly. Roxas smiled into the kiss, flushing a little, remembering back the first time he and Axel kissed in the human world. Remembering back all the sweet times… the time when everything was still so simple… when nothing was complicated, when everything was so innocent… He didn't want to ever forget again.

They parted after a while, staring affectionately at one another. "Let's go," Axel stated.

Roxas nodded. Then, the redhead took a step forward with the blond secure in his arms. A step becoming two then three and four. Five. Six. Seven. Eight. Nine. Ten… and it became countless steps as they approached that light at the end of the tunnel—at the darkness of the night, where the star was shining and where the flowers and grasses were dancing cheerfully, as if welcoming them and also bidding farewell at the same time. The stars twinkled uneasily, as if trying to warn them of something, but it went unaware by both of them.

And soft, warm light enveloped the two beings as they stepped into the exit. Flashes of darkness could be seen floating around in midair and then they zoomed out, as if taking the King and the angel through space and time. And there was a bright, blinding light.

By the time the King opened his eyes, he registered in the place that he was in previously, Celestia. Everything was calm. The clouds were floating lazily on the sky and the silence lingered and echoed everywhere. There were no living beings in sight.

As if knowing what the angel wanted, he let the blond down. Roxas struggled to balance himself, holding on to the King's strong arm. Axel gladly assisted him, acting as his support. They walked around Celestia. Before long, the entire area shook violently.

"Ah!" Roxas lose his balance, kneeling on the surface of the soft cloud.

"Roxas," Axel called out, staying close to his angel. Never once did they let go of one another.

Roxas held on tight to Axel, as if hanging on to his life itself. He had a bad feeling.

Celestia… no…the entire world was shaking, trembling in fear—as if afraid to let go…

The blond angel took in a deep breath, praying silently. If only he weren't so weak, he would have been able to fly to the Underworld… He didn't even have the energy to fly. He needed rest. Then, he panted.

"Roxas, are you okay?" Axel asked, concern and worry lacing his tone.

"Axel… don't let go…"

Please, don't let go…

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