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Second Coming – Chapter 1

Awakening

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There shall be light.

But there was no light.

It was a black room, no light source in any way, but it also wasn't dark.

He could see the chair on which he was seated upon. As white as snow, simple and geometric, symmetric in every way. A perfect white chair. And he was sitting on it.

A man stood before him. Well, not really a man, a mannequin at most. It didn't move and just stood there in front of him, flickering every so slightly in a weird way, as if it was on a broken screen.

The figure was also white, yet it wasn't white like the chair was, it had a very soft and thin tone of grey mixed into the color, tainting the oh so pure color by the smallest of degrees.

The flickering reminded him oddly of a heartbeat. There was always this soft wobbling and distorting around the edges of the figure, but every two seconds or so one big stroke of distortion, that seemingly traveled through the entire figure at the same time, caressed it.

There was this hum, an almost silent sound that echoed to the emptiness of the space he was in. It was deep and calming, never fading away and never increasing.

The moment seemed to stay forever and never change, there always being a perfect chair he was seated upon, there always being the distorted mannequin, there always being a light hum in the background.

Yet it wasn't.

Everything was finite, thanks to a phenomenon that affects all and everything. Time.

Some might argue that there are, were and have been existence that surpassed Time, but that was wrong. There was nothing that could escape from the grip of time, everything started at a point in time and thus had to end at another one.

Nothing can tame it; nothing can claim it and certainly nothing could control it.

And due to this very certain phenomenon the moment that seemed to be infinite had reached its finite end.

And it shattered.

Not just visually, but also on a deeper level of mind.

His mind broke apart and reassembled itself not a moment later. The moment gone and unremembered, as if it had never happened in the first place.

What replaced it was a place most of us would call reality, which it technically was… for us and him.

Darkness claimed over his vision and the concept of perception manifested in his mind, as he suddenly felt his own body floating in a body of liquid with something strapped around his mouth.

At first, he did not know what those feelings meant, but moments later another new feeling was introduced to him in a way he would come to dislike. Pain.

Waves upon waves of pain befall him as something penetrated his skin and filled his body with something foreign and unknown.

The foreign existence in his body at first felt like a big chunk of untamable energy, but then it imploded into itself before exploding across his entire body.

The pain just increased.

It stickered into his flesh, blood, bones, and organs, seemingly claiming him, yet with no consciousness to replace his and truly lay claim upon him.

After more time passed, the pain was gone, but his body felt oddly foreign, yet familiar. It was as if his body had been altered in every way, but not replaced, still being his own body.

Then the pain returned, only this time it was more focused. On his head to be specific.

But instead of another mass of foreign form it was knowledge that was forced upon him.

Pictures, Smells, Feelings, Tastes, Sounds. A chaos of memories that weren't his plagued his empty head. It wasn't as painful as the physical transformation, but it still pained his broken mind, toying with the shards of what once was him and reorganizing it all in a way he wasn't familiar with.

Then it all clicked.

Sounds, Smells and Pictures were fused together into functioning memories all at once, giving him a history of his own life, yet deep down he knew that it wasn't truly his.

It was a history of creation, of praise, of love, and of appreciation, but it also had rotten parts of corruption, of hate, of broken promises, and of betrayal.

But with those memories there also came instincts and knowledge. Out of nowhere he understood those feelings that had confused him, and he acknowledged them. This was his body, his own body, made to be commanded by him and bound to his mind.

So he opened his eyes.

But using them for the first time, he failed to truly comprehend what he was seeing and let his instincts take over, adjusting the picture in front of him and turning them into actual visual memories that settled down next to his 'old' ones.

He was in some kind of goldish liquid with bubbles coming up from bellow him repeatedly. The liquid was contained by a tube, that was made out of a transparent but seemingly thick material. Something like a facemask was strapped around his mouth with a tube made out of a greyish material, going to the upper part of the tube large transparent tube.

He looked up and was met by a grey celling from which the smaller tube originated from and to where the bubbles flew up to.

Looking back forward, he searched for more interesting things outside of the tube. He soon realized that he wasn't in the only tube that was located in the room.

There were a bunch of other tubes, some bigger or smaller, with different liquids inside. Some bubbling like his with humanoids floating in them others empty and still.

There were many that were too far away for him to make out, but the closest two he could see without problems.

One had a man, thin and fragile with ash gray hair in a blood red liquid that had its bubbles going up at immense speed. The tube was thin, but durable and equipped with some kind of barrier, either to protect the man or everything else form the man.

The other one had a woman with a slim build, breast rather flat but still visibly there, with long brown hair that almost reached the waist. She was contained in a dim glowing purplish pink liquid.

Out of curiosity he inspected his own body. It was a weak white, light grey some would say, but what surprised him the most was the absence of his own genitals. He was male, he was sure of that, but he had no real way to prove that. Maybe he had, but that was something to think about later.

The main question he had was why he was here and where said 'here' was.

From all the foreign memories the last of them was of his death. He couldn't make out what really happened, but there was a lot of chaos and destruction with the two main colors being red and white. And then he died. There was no smooth transition or connections with the colors and chaos, just a sudden death that may or may not have come out of nowhere. It seemingly just happened, maybe it did have a connection with the chaos beforehand, but that he did not know. All he knew was that he was supposed to be dead, which he wasn't, and that if he were to be reawakened that this really wasn't the way he was supposed to be reawakened.

Yet here he was, floating in a goldish liquid, healthy and alive.

Now that he thought about it, was he truly healthy? Alive? Hundred percent, no questions asked. Healthy? … Good question. To begin with his body didn't have any real similarities than his old ones and he also didn't feel the old powers of his flowing through his veins. What was also missing was a connection to… something. He vividly remembered being connected to something large and powerful, that he could control, but that connection was missing.

Maybe he had to reattach himself. Probably, but that also was a question for later, as he noticed that he once again was getting off track.

Now to the question that he needed to answer since the moment he had opened his eyes: How was he going to get out of here?

He looked down at his right hand.

His powers seemingly having vanished he probably needed to-

A spark of energy emitted from the hand.

…

Never mind.

Focusing he brought the spark back but this time more potent and powerful, letting it jump around his hand, empowering it.

His arms were strangely flexible and moveable for someone who hasn't moved them in quiet some time. Probably an effect of the liquid he was in.

Moving the hand in front of his face he looked at it and focused some more. Letting the spark grow in size once again and letting it envelop his entire hand, making it shine brightly.

In one swift motion he pulled his arm back, readying himself to punch through the thick glass, but stopped taking in how good it felt to move after staying still for probably multiple years.

He launched his fist forward and just then realized how overkill the empowering of his fist had been. As the fist impacted with the glass it didn't just shatter the part for which he was aiming, but the ripple of force went through the entire tube, breaking the glass completely and traveling even to some of the closer tubes waking the residence of those and in the case of the two in front of him even cracking their glass to the point where it would break in a matter of seconds from the pressure of the liquids inside of the tubes.

The liquid inside of his took no time in breaking out of the now unstable glass making him fall onto the floor of the tube feet first.

Taking the facemask with the tube he ripped it off his face taking a deep breath of fresh air after being trapped in the tube for who knows how long.

He took a step forward and immediately felt something pulling on his back, keeping him from going any further. Looking over his shoulder he saw two tubes, similar to the one attached to the facemask, leading from the bottom of the tube to his spine, going under his skin. One was pretty far up, almost meeting the skull, digging into his neck. The other one was a little lower, being located right on the height of his heart.

Refusing to keep them in his flesh he took several steps forward to pull them out of his skin.

It was painful.

They led way deeper into his body than he had thought, splitting up into a bunch of smaller tubes while inside his body to reach multiple locations. When the one on his neck had been pulled out, he could fell thousands of tiny strings being pulled out of his brain, drawing blood from it. While the other one was directly connected to all his vital organs, with the biggest of them going to his stomach, probably to feed him nutrients and everything else his body needed to survive.

The two holes and all the other damages caused by removing the tubes were thankfully quickly healed, as his regeneration kicked in and closed all of them up before it could come to serious problems.

His ears picked up a shrill sound, probably from an alarm, as the lights suddenly turned red and more and more of the humanoids swimming in the tubes awoke.

Once again looking around the room, he found an exit and with no other option made his way towards it.

While he was making his way towards what he assumed to be freedom, chaos erupted in the room, as more and more of his fellow captives were making there way out of their tubes, causing others to awaken.

Before he could reach the strongly armored door one of those humanoids saw him fit as a snack and stopped him in his tracks.

It had blood red skin and completely black eyes. Its limbs were thin and long, but it was smaller than he was. The fingers had no nails and instead were elongated to long claws that seemed sharp enough to cut through metal with ease. Its mouth was filled with sharp teeth that were grinding each other in either hunger or crazed excitement. The eyes were like voids and yet he saw the sparks of greed and hunger in them. It also lacked most of the normal human features like hair, ears, a nose, a belly button, nipples, and genitals, which slightly reminded him of his own lack of reproductive organ.

Out of instinct he started constructing a barrier to protect himself from the red abomination, but he was shocked to say the least when the creature straight up negated his magic with the swipe of its hands.

Then it pay the cost.

The abomination jerked, pulling its limbs closer to its own body, as if trying to make itself smaller, the red skin suddenly adapting several burn marks on different places.

He looked at it with confusion and quite a bit of shock and then decided to use the moment of weakness to eliminate the threat, trying to cast a simply magical blade to impale it.

But once more the abomination negated the spell. And once again it suffered for doing so.

This time the burn marks almost covered the entirety of its body, only leaving few places unscratched.

So he acted again seeing that he would either kill the creature with his magic, or it would do so itself.

So he casted a bunch of low level spells to finally bring an end to this encounter. Leaving the creature with one of two choices, burning itself up from the inside out or letting itself being impaled by a bunch of rays of magic.

While the latter seemed to be a more merciful way to die it refused to show any kind of intelligence in its last moments and negated them all.

The penalty was instant.

It rolled up into a ball as the few flesh it had on its arms and legs started to evaporate, leaving behind bones made out of ash. Its body crumbled into itself leaving nothing more behind than ashen bones that barely hold together.

A dark smirk came upon his lips as he saw what he had done to the abomination. Yet something, something buried deep within him, was disgusted by the sheer idea of having done something like that.

But that part wasn't in control, so he didn't care and let the sadistic joy satisfy him.

The next moment the heavy door that he had been aiming for was swung open and a bunch of heavily armored individuals entered the room.

If it wasn't for the fact that most of his memories were blurry messes, he would have recognized those individuals as a SWAT group, but this one was special. It wasn't just the fact, that they had no firearms on them, but also that he could feel a lot of magical energy coming from them, that made them so unusual. This wasn't your average SWAT force.

Taking a formation they faced not only him, but all the other humanoids, monsters, and abominations that haven't started killing each other and were now right behind him having the same longing for freedom.

The fight force of armored individuals was sweating bullets under their armor. The group of monsters standing in front of them were no simple machines or gene experiments for fun. Those were creatures created not to help, not to defend, but to attack. Some might be failures and were about to kill themselves by using the powers bestowed on them that their bodies couldn't hold. But others were fierce beasts that were designed to dominate on the battlefield.

Yes, they were a group of highly trained warriors. But what could one trained to fight do against one born to fight?

Praying that they would make it, fearing that this was their last battle, the fight force of armored soldiers started powering up.

The monsters quickly responded.

Some of the beasts mimicked the soldiers, powering up their own and unique energies, not being able to simply call upon them in time of need. Some died in different ways while doing so, unable to control the powers that were forced upon them, some freezing in place as their hearts stopped, others imploding into themselves. But some few lucky once, could fully grip those powers that weren't truly theirs and used them to empower themselves and ready themselves for the upcoming battle.

Other beasts didn't have the need to empower themselves for battle. Rushing towards their opponents, stopping them from fully using their power and being the first once to give and take the first hits.

There were also those that failed to call upon their power. Staying idly at the sidelines, not wanting to hinder those who could attack nor wanting to be an open target for the enemy.

And then there was the very small group of which he was part of. The ones who idly watched as both sides clashed and clawed each other, attempting to gain dominance. Three individuals did so, seemingly being the most powerful and potent once of the crowd.

One didn't look human at all. Having a skull like head that was a weird mix of dragon, dog, and horse. With a massive pair of horns facing forward, ready to impale whoever attacked it face first. Thick fur hugging its thin neck. Two massive arms, densely packed with powerful muscles came out of the spiky hair. The fluffy mass stopped when reaching his chest area, were there wasn't any flesh, just black bones. In the ribcage of the beast there weren't any organs like there normally would be, but a bright red shinning core that had multiple thin black strings going from it to all parts of the body. Its legs were goat-like, covered by a black flame that didn't leave them and seemingly ceased to extinguish. The creature was two heads taller than he was and that even thought it wasn't standing completely upright. It was overall a deep dark crimson red with a few parts, like the bones and the flames, being black. Even though it could not express its emotions via facial expression, he knew it enjoyed seeing the battle unfold.

The other one was clearly female judging from her features. Her skin was very pale and had a very light blue tone to it, while her hair had a contrasting raven black which was shared by her eyes. Around her there were multiple magical circles of different shape, form, and power. In contrast to himself and the beast next to him, she was affecting the battle by sending energy beams towards the clashing groups. But instead of damaging the enemy they healed or boosted her fellow escapees. Her expression was stoic all the way through but judging from her body language she really didn't want any of her brethren to die. Her magical abilities were very impressive. She activated multiple circles at the same time and never seemed to run out of magic.

After a while, the horned beast seemingly got bored of just watching the battle unfold and decided to step in. With incredible speed it burst forward and impaled its first victim. This would have gone unnoticed by most as there were many other guards and creatures being killed all the time, but what made many heads turn towards this kill, was the fact that it had happened right in the center of the mass of guards. Standing tall the beast shook the body of its horns as a fist impacted on its ribcage, having no visible effect. With its insane speed it impaled the guard who had provoked it with one of its arms, the rest of the body unmoving.

Then it proceeded to begin the slaughter.

Watching with great interest he saw as the beast tore itself through the guards without even considering to hold back. Ripping heads off, snapping spines in two, smashing skulls to bits. None of the armored individuals could stand up to the killing machine as it seemingly casually lowered their numbers at a worrying speed.

After a while he decided to join in. There was no reason for him to just stand there and watch as the others finished something he had started. Even if it was the easier way out. So he also engaged in combat, but in contrast to the horned monster that had rushed right into the mass of enemies he stayed put, only moving his hand to channel his powers through.

An ungodly number of magic circles appeared behind him all aiming straight at the clashing mass. They weren't very diverse, all having the same white color and only minor differences in design.

Slightly flicking his hand he send the barrage of magic attacks straight into the enemy forces. The beams of energy were seemingly unstoppable, flying over those that fought on his side and flying through those that opposed him and his allies.

He could not stop the wicked grin from creeping onto his face.

Next thing he knew he felt the powers of his attacks increase and he felt something pressing onto his shoulder. Looking over it he saw that the pale woman had placed her hand on said shoulder and was directly powering his attacks with her own magic while using her free hand to remain healing and supporting those on the battlefield, including the horned beast that was still massacring the guards. She had not turned to look at him and remained focused on those battling for their freedom, not even giving him as much as a side glance when he turned to her.

The grin now showed a few teeth.

He swiftly refocused on his barrage of attacks, powering them with even more of his power, wanting to finish this quickly. The now powered up attacks brutalized those guards who stood in the back either still preparing for combat or already casting long range spells to support their fellow warriors.

The battle had been decided.

By that point, the weaker creatures retreated back from the fight, leaving those with incredible stamina and those born strongest of them all to finish the battle for freedom. Among those powerful individuals were of course him, the woman, and the horned beast.

Seeing how impossibly low the chance of victory was, the guards started retreading in a rather chaotic and disorganized manor, having lost a good amount of their commanders.

Not all of them got away.

Now that the crowd was dispersing, he could see the diverse ways in which the different creatures killed their chosen prey. Some of them impaled them with their hands or tails or other weird limbs they normally shouldn't have. Some disintegrated those too close to them leaving only ash behind. Then there were those that literally ate the guards, some with and others without the armor.

It was gory, very gory. None of the fighters weren't covered in blood with very very few exceptions. He was one of those exceptions. She also was one of them. It was also a weird exception. Even though it had been in the middle of the carnage, not even a single drop of blood could be found on its body. The unasked question was answered when it took a step towards the exit and the blood on the floor around its feet was literally sucked up into its body.

But before anybody could fully recover from the battle, the door to the exist had its lights blocked out as a massive figure stood in the doorframe.

The figure was clearly humanoid in shape and was clad in blood red armor. Not a single centimeter of its body was left unprotected. The hands and legs had claws that seemed sharp enough to cut through bones with ease. Big green gems were located on various spots of its body giving of a menacing glow, the same emerald-green glow the two eyes on the helmet were giving off.

[Boost!]

The sound echoed through the room, underlining how silent it had been once the figure had stepped in. It send chills down the spine as most creatures suddenly felt the horrendously powerful aura this figure was giving off. None of them knew who this figure was or what they represented other than raw strength, so they cowered, scared for their lives that they had just gained.

But most doesn't mean all. And some creatures like it or other berserk type monsters were just not able to feel fear, staying strong and standing up to the armored figure even though they knew that they couldn't win.

But even amongst those there was a single exception.

He was that exception.

Instead of trembling in fear and hiding away from the green gaze or standing there reading himself to fight, his eyes glowed up in recognition.

A weird type of recognition.

It was like seeing something that seemed so eerily familiar, yet you have never seen it before in your life. He felt nostalgic, yet he had never known what that in front of him was.

Then it all clicked.

He met the gaze of the Red Dragon Emperor determination, pride and knowledge glowing in those menacing eyes of his.

Awoken.

While he had gained those foreign memories a while back, he had not fully grasped and understood them only getting the basic information of his power and origin with much of his story being nothing more than a blurry mess.

He wasn't supposed to.

But now… he understood. He understood what all those messes of information meant. He understood what he had done in his former lifetime and what the consequences of those actions caused. He understood the power that now lay upon his fingertips ready to be invoked on those unlucky enough to cross his path.

The gap.

But he wasn't himself anymore. While the powers and memories were unchanged, his mindset was not the one he once had.

He had created it.

But the new him was ok with that. The new him had a different moral compass and while that didn't automatically mean that things were going to go downhill, with the way his new compass was wired things didn't look so good.

He wasn't going to close it.

Just now he realized that he walked up to the figure. His aura radiating ancient powers and his face split by a horrifying smile. The creatures have retreated further, and the berserkers were now in defensive stances knowing that going for offense was straight up suicide.

After all.

He looked down at the figure in front of him, lying on the ground, the arms raised in fear. The man inside of the armor didn't recognize him. The creature inside of the armor did.

He did what he wanted.

He placed his palm on the figures head.

Because he was.

"You are not worthy of my gifts"

God.

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A/N:

This… took a while…

I really don't have an excuse, have I?

I just didn't feel like writing and when I did my mind just couldn't produce any good ideas to finish this story.

Then I realized the story didn't work and I had build it up from scratch. Well, almost scratch, some ideas still fit, and the general layout of the universe still works for this so at least I didn't have to change that.

Next up is another Chapter of WFR which by now is rotting somewhere in my files and then probably more SD and SC (Second Coming (This story)) because WFR needs an overhaul in some of the later parts and I need to take cautious steps so that I don't kill the entire story.

The BNHA and HTTYD stories will stay on the backburner for a while longer, don't expect them anytime soon.

Have fun reading this shit and check out my other pieces of trash if interested.

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Good Night and have fun breathing until you breathn't.