Ire of the Apocalypse
Prologue:
For mortals, to look upon God's countenance often resulted in the forfeit of thier very soul. God's appearance was inconceivable to many mortals and petty deities alike. There were those few who could actually see him without risking their existence. Of this select group only a handful actually know where to find God, and only one would dare seek him out. It is for this reason that God is normally the one who does the seeking out and the mortals and deities who just wait. God rarely makes such visits due to the negative effect his presence has on most people and because he is an exceedingly busy being. Today, however, was one of the rare occasions that God made a house call, sadly it was not to wish them a good day, rather it was to tell them that their days where numbered.
Dai Kiaoshin sat, brooding, atop his gilded throne on top of a grassy hill that overlooked a beautiful pasture. To many people the site of this old, purple man sitting so pensively in the middle of nowhere would be strange. There were no people to see him though, aside from Kiaoshin that is, and he was used to it. The longhaired god dropped to one knee and prostrated himself before Dai Kiaoshin.
"I have not called you here for any trifling cause," stated the elderly god, "rather it is on a matter of dire importance."
The young god shifted his position so that he sat cross-legged in front of the elderly Dai Rou Kiaoshin.
"Deus himself visited me early this morning," lamented the usually cheerful Dai Kiaoshin, "he came to alert me that the seventh cycle is at it end."
Kiaoshin's face fell, he had never experienced an Armageddon and he had hoped he would never need to, after all the seventh cycle had been the longest cycle ever, but then again, nothing lasts forever.
"Our great lord Deus, however, has let this cycle extend far longer than anticipated and, as a result, the mortals have become incredibly strong." The older god paused, allowing his thoroughly perplexed subordinate some time to soak up the information being relayed to him. "It is perhaps for that reason that Deus chose such an extreme method by which he intends to bring about Armageddon."
"Which is?" asked Kiaoshin, speaking for the first time.
"He intends to impregnate 200 children from each galaxy with a part of The Rage."
Kiaoshin gasped, "But not even Deus himself was able to control the-"
A hard glance from his superior silenced Kiaoshin and Dai continued his speech.
"The God Deus was kind enough to offer us one chance to prolonge this cycle. If we are able to defeat the Rage then he will allow us to continue our existence," Dai Rou Kiaoshin, seeing the youthful god's urgent expression did not pause a moment in his speech, "There are two ways to defeat the Rage, the first is to destroy all the children impregnated with it and the second is beyond the power of any of us, even Deus. You will choose one dead warrior native to each of the four galaxies and order them to eliminate the infected children. Two of Deus's most trusted servants will aide you in this endeavor, their names are Shane and Mazrel."
The two angels stepped out from behind Dai's throne as if cued by their names. Shane was a very tall and stout angel, with a square frame that closely resembled Kibito's, barring of course the fact that Shane's flawless bronze had not one wrinkle and that his hair was a deep black that matched his raven dark eyes. Out of his back grew two tremendous white wings. Mazrel, was much thinner, with a wiry build and ice blue eyes and a stock of matching hair that shot out of his head like curved stalagmites. He too had magnificent white wings. Each of the angels wore plate armor and a broadsword on their wastes. Kiaoshin, finally seeing an opening during which he could speak, opened his mouth only to find that Dai was no longer present. There was nothing left to do now but obey.
Prologue:
For mortals, to look upon God's countenance often resulted in the forfeit of thier very soul. God's appearance was inconceivable to many mortals and petty deities alike. There were those few who could actually see him without risking their existence. Of this select group only a handful actually know where to find God, and only one would dare seek him out. It is for this reason that God is normally the one who does the seeking out and the mortals and deities who just wait. God rarely makes such visits due to the negative effect his presence has on most people and because he is an exceedingly busy being. Today, however, was one of the rare occasions that God made a house call, sadly it was not to wish them a good day, rather it was to tell them that their days where numbered.
Dai Kiaoshin sat, brooding, atop his gilded throne on top of a grassy hill that overlooked a beautiful pasture. To many people the site of this old, purple man sitting so pensively in the middle of nowhere would be strange. There were no people to see him though, aside from Kiaoshin that is, and he was used to it. The longhaired god dropped to one knee and prostrated himself before Dai Kiaoshin.
"I have not called you here for any trifling cause," stated the elderly god, "rather it is on a matter of dire importance."
The young god shifted his position so that he sat cross-legged in front of the elderly Dai Rou Kiaoshin.
"Deus himself visited me early this morning," lamented the usually cheerful Dai Kiaoshin, "he came to alert me that the seventh cycle is at it end."
Kiaoshin's face fell, he had never experienced an Armageddon and he had hoped he would never need to, after all the seventh cycle had been the longest cycle ever, but then again, nothing lasts forever.
"Our great lord Deus, however, has let this cycle extend far longer than anticipated and, as a result, the mortals have become incredibly strong." The older god paused, allowing his thoroughly perplexed subordinate some time to soak up the information being relayed to him. "It is perhaps for that reason that Deus chose such an extreme method by which he intends to bring about Armageddon."
"Which is?" asked Kiaoshin, speaking for the first time.
"He intends to impregnate 200 children from each galaxy with a part of The Rage."
Kiaoshin gasped, "But not even Deus himself was able to control the-"
A hard glance from his superior silenced Kiaoshin and Dai continued his speech.
"The God Deus was kind enough to offer us one chance to prolonge this cycle. If we are able to defeat the Rage then he will allow us to continue our existence," Dai Rou Kiaoshin, seeing the youthful god's urgent expression did not pause a moment in his speech, "There are two ways to defeat the Rage, the first is to destroy all the children impregnated with it and the second is beyond the power of any of us, even Deus. You will choose one dead warrior native to each of the four galaxies and order them to eliminate the infected children. Two of Deus's most trusted servants will aide you in this endeavor, their names are Shane and Mazrel."
The two angels stepped out from behind Dai's throne as if cued by their names. Shane was a very tall and stout angel, with a square frame that closely resembled Kibito's, barring of course the fact that Shane's flawless bronze had not one wrinkle and that his hair was a deep black that matched his raven dark eyes. Out of his back grew two tremendous white wings. Mazrel, was much thinner, with a wiry build and ice blue eyes and a stock of matching hair that shot out of his head like curved stalagmites. He too had magnificent white wings. Each of the angels wore plate armor and a broadsword on their wastes. Kiaoshin, finally seeing an opening during which he could speak, opened his mouth only to find that Dai was no longer present. There was nothing left to do now but obey.