Everyone was quiet as the light ebbed out, going from a blinding radiance to a pin point of light. The Army of light faded away at it's touch; the duel monsters merely stopped and watched,a s did his friends. Finally, it cut out completely with a bit of a sparkle, and Geno slowly lowered to the ground. Everyone watched as he slowly opened his eyes, and the burning silver glow illimiated their faces. He raised his hand, slowly marveling his fingers, as if he were a newborn realizing himself. He glanced at Neph as she held Dr. Kevin in her arms, and with a wave cured them of their burns.
Geno had always been tall. In Egypt, some had thought he was a giant, towering over all of them at 6'2". Considering the average height was 5'4" back then, that wasn't far off. Even nowadays, people in Japan didn't get that tall. The only reason Seto and Raia were flirting with 6 foot was the fact that their father had been abnormally tall. And Guy had turned heads when he had shot up to 6'9". But now, even he was dwarfed.
Geno towered over them at over 7 feet, his body remade by the brilliant light of the gods. The light had tanned his skin to the color it had been in Egypt. His shoulders had widened, his chest and stomach rock hard with muscles. He flexed an arm, and his biceps danced. He had been strong before, but now he looked it. Even though they couldn't see it, he began to flex every muscle, from his fingers to his thighs and even curling his toes. Each felt like they could lift a auto and juggle it. He took a step, learning to walk again at his new height.
He gently reached up and took a forlock of hair, and managed not to squeak in surprise at the color. No.....the lack of color, as all of the blonde pigments had bled away, leaving his hair a brilliant white. He would have gone as far as to compare it to Malik's, had it not been for the light that sparkled at the tips. HE frowned at it's length, and bit his lip as it shrank down to a shorter, more acceptable length.
He looked back at his wings, only to find more then he bargained for. Instead of the two long, elegant wings he had claimed a few months ago, 4 grand pairs adorned his back. One pair was stunted and hung by his legs, one diagonal and two long and powerful, shinnying brightly as if they were covered in stars.
Finally, he drew out his sword to observe his face and clothing. He jumped back, startled to see how he looked now. Upon his tanned face was war paint....the war paint of the Blitzkrieg commander: Two long triangles under his eyes, and one down his nos that flared at the top upward, an inverted arrrow in white and 2 white thunder bolts upon his cheeks. His eyes glowed, no pupils, just silver, endless silver. His face was different....more handsome some might say, strongers others might venture to guess.
He wore a long silver coat, and he began to think eh needed more color in his life. His under shirt was a black muscle variant, and he wore a pair of tight blue jeans, though they felt incredible comfy. His feet were wrapped in fine leather boots and his hands were covered in black leather gauntlets that ended at his fingers. At his side was a fine sheath, lined with silver vines. His sword had transformed, becoming more elegant, more streamlined. The blade was almost as long as he was tall, gleaming in the light he gave off.
He turned to look at his mother, and marveled at the wonder that was moving without pain: no stiffness in the knees, no stings in the shoulders...gone was the warriors decay he had suffered from. He felt vital, strong....godly.
"Your son is dead."
He didn't know why he said that, but yet, at the same time, he did. He felt...different. He focused, and felt that he was also...free of a part of him. It was as if he had ascended and left his mortality behind. In many ways he had. He walked towards the woman that had given him life, and each step caused the building to rumble. He made a note: Godhood rapidly returning him to his true strength. He focused, and his steps softened.
"The child you gave away, that you...." He snarled. "and most of the gods tortured, is dead." He looked at Nephthys, and felt something stir in his soul. "Some tried to help him, but most tested him, pushed him.
'Get up Kappa Neo, attack that army.'
'Rise Lancelot, it is time to save your king.'
'Come on Ethan Allen, you need to hurry, take the hill.'
'Move it Geno, bled another day, cry another day, mourn another day, you can't die just yet, another mission, another fight, come on, MOVE!'
As he spoke this, the sky went dark, his eyes flashing. The rage seeped out of him, intill he finally cheeked it. He breathed, and stared at his mother. His wings burst forth to their farthest points, and energy crackled on his fingers as the stars appeared in the sky. Everyone fell to their knees.
"I am Geno....as Geno was meant to be. I am Destiny....as my father should have been. I am a god....as all of them should be. I am the balance of light and darkness, god of the stars and of light, the once and future king....I...am...KAOS!"
