CHAPTER FIVE
Arc I: Rise of the Beyond Ω Mutant II
Of Chains and Fire I…
Earth-616
Location: A certain Hell Dimension.
It was a 'domain' which its essence encompassed sorrows and tears. The end of the road for all iniquity doers of the world. There was no such thing as a sin, too big, nor a sin, too small. As long as you reach that simple requirement –be a sinner- then 'that' world is waiting for you…
The world commonly referred to as, Hell.
This was one of the Hell Dimension. A Splinter Realm that caters for the souls of sinners, granting them eternal torment. This particular Hell Dimension was teeming with sounds of life.
Or rather, cries of the perpetually dammed.
Cooked, maimed, mutilated, pieced, bifurcated, pounded, and eaten alive… The method by which the anguish is delivered as never ending. All done by the mindless beasts referred to as 'Demons' by those in the land of the living.
This is the Hell Dimension of the Lord of Lies, Mephisto…
Just like how it ought to be, the timeless realm should have been like the days of yonder.
The Hell-Lord sited upon his throne of power, in the center of Hell, was supposed to be enjoying today like other days. Calmly breathing in the alluring scent of hopelessness, and conjuring up diabolical plans for his self-interest.
But with what has just happened, how could he even do that?
How was he supposed to sit back, and calmly enjoy the suffering delish, when that 'Monster' has actually returned!
"He's shouldn't have come back." Huge red hands gripped the armrest, cracking it under the superhuman strain.
"He said, he was tired of it all. So why, why does 'he' have to come back, now?!"
The person in question or rather, the 'being' in question, was responsible for a sudden reaction in Mephisto's Realm. A calling beacon of sorts. The Hell-Lord had to expend his powers in more ways than one to not respond to that call.
Even though that apparent urge wasn't gone, yet.
Staring out into the hellish distance, as his gaze went beyond his realm of power. Mephisto said. "I am not the only one, who is currently experiencing this."
Satannish, Hela, Marduk, Pluto, even his secretly emplaced servant, Asmodeus, would have to be feeling the shakings right this moment. Even the more 'publically' unrecognizable sections of Hell wouldn't be spared, as well.
That conjured an image of a certain Faltine in mind. Wearing a weak smirk, Mesphisto mulled aloud. "I bet, even the great Dormammu is feeling it in his bones. That monster's calling."
But then, his smirk fell soon after.
"Not like I have anything to say about myself."
Sighing, Mephisto steeple his hands, eyes narrowing in deep thought.
There were many plans he would have to cut off, now that 'he' is back. And unsurprisingly human, again. –that 'being's fascination with Humanity was just bothering eerie- Mephisto suppose he'll have to contact Asmodeus as well.
The other Hell Lords… They'll have to deal with it however they want to.
In fact, the Lord of Lies would be pleased if they could get their-selves killed, fighting 'him.' It would certainly spare him the trouble of his millennia old plans.
But for now, the main issue is this.
"How am I to protect myself, if I am to cross his way?"
If there was one word, many people would use to describe Mephisto with, is the word 'selfish.' The Hell Lord doesn't want to die. Neither does he wants to lose his power to 'him.' But the future as they say, is very unclear.
Also, if his main incarnation is just like how he used to be before… Then he isn't safe, at all.
Though, in the matter of his protection. Mephisto actually had a way to secure it. But it would take some rather convincing words, and some façade to set it up. Because he knew that, the 'man' he is going to need, won't help him. Even if given the entire gold in the world.
But still, Mephisto has to try, for the Hell Lord doesn't want to die a true death…
"Heh, to think that I, Mephisto, would be leaving my future to something as obscure as ' luck.' Keh, dam you, for coming back. Curse you, Spawn, to the abyss and back."
His horned figure arose from his throne to a height of 8 ft. tall. Looking around, Mephisto's senses assured him once again, that his Dimension was in order…
At least, for now.
Nodding his head, Mephisto vanished in a pillar of Hell Fire.
It was time to go see, a certain Sorcerer Supreme…
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Location: Some distance away from that certain town.
On a nearby mountain, some meters away from the commotion. Loki sat on a smooth rock, unbothered by the cold, and dark green skies that struck down occasional red lightning flashes.
Loki wasn't interested in the uproar of the world, below. Candidly speaking, their cries and fears meant nothing to her. Rather, the Goddess eyes remained glued to the skies which was the cause of world shaking tremors.
The Goddess could see her beloved. The green streak that flew with a speed that rivalled her brother's own, clashing against the pretender clad in gold. Upon seeing that Loki heaved a sigh of relief. She was fortunately not late, this time.
Although, this just showed her of the inevitable...
"So, it has happened."
Loki clenched her staff tightly for a moment, before releasing it in resignation.
"Or rather, it has finally begun."
Closing her eyes. Loki could still dream of that short spell, which seemed like a transient dream. A dream where, Loki didn't have to be Loki, and she wouldn't be under that chocking pressure that would require of her to wreak havoc just to be rid of it.
A dream where she could just be, Sylvia Laufeydottir with her Adams Abram.
Two sweethearts, both pariahs, both different from the others, both bound by a dark prophecy… Abram is just like her other half. The only one who could ever understand her in this big dark universe.
Now, it was finally time for the play to begin afresh. The stage is set.
Only this time. Loki wouldn't be anyone's puppet.
Seconds passed by, before Loki looked towards a seemingly empty spot.
"Jeffery Garret. Was there any reason, you chose that child for his awakening?"
The spot Loki was staring out was still empty. But a small whirlwind, and a shimmering after. A robbed figure appeared genuflecting, as though they were there the whole time. At least to Loki, who could clearly seem them like a large colored spot on a white sheet.
"… … …"
"Well, I'm waiting. I remember the plan was to choose a soul, who would agree to come back and kick start Spawn's ascension. But still, why that child?"
The genuflecting figure, lifted their head, as they replied.
"Lady Loki, it is as you said. The plan was to choose a deceased soul, and among all that I could get in touch with, only Jeffery Garret was willing candidate. After all, the plan was for them to come back only to die a painful death."
Loki stared at the figure for a moment, before releasing a heavy sigh.
"You're right, as always. But still… No, it doesn't matter at this point."
If only there was a much better method…
If only the process could have been much simpler, she would have taken a much 'kinder' option in a heartbeat. The Goddess knew it was Abram's influence that made her like this. Soft. But she wouldn't have it any other way.
It had to be done. Only a shock of this magnitude would be capable of stirring his powers, awake. For if his primordial soul had awaken true death… Then there would be much more on stake.
"I understand. Just make sure that Jeffery Garret's passage to Heaven is still there. If not, I'm sure that there are some strings I can pull to get him into Valhalla. He is a true warrior."
The robed figure inclined their head.
"No need to trouble yourself for that, Lady Loki. I had just finish seeing his soul off at Heaven's Gate."
"… Good for him. Jeffery Garret. I'll be sure to remember his name."
Humming, Loki stood up. Snow fell, melting away as it landed upon her green dress, which was apparently different from how it looked like, when she took the trip to Jötunheimr.
The green on Loki's suit had small accents of red, and her fur cape had turned gold and white. But what was most important about all this, is the power the Goddess currently possesses…
Maybe 'hosting' would be the apt word for her situation.
"I reckon, I could go up against both Odin and Thor, and win with utmost ease."
But Loki knew that this wasn't her power. This was from the Cosmic Being, whose golden emblem of a bird crested her attire's upper torso. A prehistoric power that began with the first life in this Multiverse. A being whose power surpasses even the famed, Infinity Rocks.
The Phoenix…
Around Loki, space twirled, heated by the awesome power of the Bird of Life. Closing her eyes, the Goddess said, harshly.
"I know you want to go and help him, but this isn't the right time. You have my memories. So you have to know that, this has to be done, perfectly. Errors can't be allowed. Besides, you aren't 'complete,' yet. So be a good bird, and wait for your turn!"
A psychic caw cried out from Loki's astral domain, indignantly. For a moment, the Asgardian Goddess feared that the Phoenix would be petulant and just have her way. But luckily, it seems that the Cosmic Being had more sense to go with her power. The Phoenix had receded back.
Exhaling, Loki shook her head. She doesn't have time to struggle with the damn Bird. All she needed to do now, is to keep her eyes glued upward. For her time to act is coming soon.
Very soon…
-- Spawn Ω Archetype--
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Just above the cloudy filament, hundreds of meters away from the hazy film that covers the Earth. There is an activity just above planet's curve which proclaimed the rising sun. A battle of epic proportions by two titans of time.
An individual clad in a black that had white M strips, wearing a crimson shroud-like jacket and arm armors, clashed against a golden giant golem that had an energy-halo at its back.
To an outsider's eyes, it was a textbook battle scenario. A Hero versus Villain scenery. Only that, who is the Hero and the Villain would have been certainly mistaken.
You see, this is a special case.
One had the history of being a Mutant Killer. It travels through time, doing what is needed to be done. That is its Prime Directive, after all. Kill, kill, and kill. A killer is all it could be… All it could ever be.
Except this time, this isn't the case.
Nimrod fights, not just for the safety of Humanity. But that of the entire Universe and beyond. The power of Spawn is one spoken throughout the ages, and as a being who came from the future… The fact that it has been granted powers from Heaven to slay this entity should say a lot.
Spawn must die. The safety of everything it fights for depends on it!
But then on the other side, we have one who has the soul of a Killer. He who kills evil. Spawn's work and doings would endanger the lives of everything, as we know it… Though in this case, things are a little messy.
Abram Adams isn't Spawn. To him, this abilities was something he spent years ignoring. Just an illusion. It wasn't like there wasn't any temptation to try it a little, but Abram had learned to ignore the itch. He was nothing more than a mail-boy.
Nothing more, nothing less.
But then, Jeffery Garret died. Taken away even as he smiled. Even now, Abram still wonders, why he was still smiling when roasted under that lance of light. In the end, Abram would never know. Because the kid isn't here to tell him.
So this time, Abram will give in to the Devil. His Devil. Baptize himself in its power and become the one thing, he had always denied himself of being.
The one who Judges and metes out…
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Their battle even as wrapped as it is, is for a cause they both deem to be just. And if they could pray, their supplication would go on like this…
Lord, even if I die… At least, let me drag this Bastard to Hell, with me!
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Location: Thousands of meters above Planet Earth.
"Uryaaaaah!!!"
Spawn's fist flew ever true, clashing against the Redeemer's armored own. Even with the lack of air resistance due to their altitude. They both were literally above the earth. A bright flash followed by a calamitous roar that shook America!
Green and yellow lights repulsed away from the concussive force, before streaking back with double the speed.
Spawn clenched his fist, which lighted up in a jade blaze. His fist clanged against the Redeemer's raised knee, while the armored Celestial's fist enveloped Spawn's entire face with a powerful haymaker.
*Bam!!*
Flying back some meters, Spawn spat green ichor that floated away due to lack of gravity. Cleaning his lips before zipping back into the fight. Seeing another large golden hand closing in on him, Spawn raised both his arms deflecting the Redeemer's arm away. Using his smaller size to return the favor with an uppercut.
Gold chipped away, as Spawn let out a grin. But this wasn't enough to even tickle the Redeemer. Twin orbs glistened beneath the helmet, the Redeemer resumed position as if by playback. Raising his hands up high and dropping upon Spawn's back.
A green meteorite shot down to the Earth…
Gritting his jagged teeth, Spawn could feel the recoil of atmosphere pushing against him. But still this wouldn't stop him. Shooting back with a sinuous movement, Spawn's eyes lit up.
He knew what he was lacking in this fight. In terms of strength, both he and the metal bastard were equal in strength, with the gold prick being a smidgen stronger. –though that was to be expected. This is his fetus stage, after all- But Spawn was ultimately faster, and still he couldn't actually capitalize on that.
Cocking his arm back, Spawn punched against the foot of the Redeemer, tilting the robot. Spiked greaves foot shot towards the Redeemer's torso, launching it backwards. Capitalizing on his advantage, Spawn followed in hot pursuit.
*Bam!*Bam!*Bam!*Bam!*Bam!*…
Fists and legs flew, smashing hard against the Redeemer's chassis. Swerving pass grabs and vaulting over punches, Spawn settled down to dismantle the Redeemer.
But the Redeemer wasn't out, yet.
A hexagonal barrier springs up, enveloping the Redeemer, and pushing away Spawn.
[Combat Sequence… Activated.]
Without giving Spawn a chance to react, the Redeemer in a blur of bright yellow crashed against him. Two blows from his sides, broke Spawn's guard. An armored foot exploded against Spawn's torso, sending millions of miles away from planet Earth… To Saturn.
It was only an instant that Spawn could have a glimpse on where he currently was. But the number of moons, and most importantly, the ringlet of space rocks, told him that, this definitely wasn't Earth. Lancing pillars of light capable of lacerating mountains made for Spawn.
Altering into a weightless mass of reddish black smoke, Spawn twirled around the lasers. Though even as he was headed for the Redeemer, Spawn knew that he just couldn't win in close combat. His reach wasn't as good the Redeemer's. When considering their size differences.
Then again, Spawn could actually do that… Make up for the differences in reach that is.
With the sound of an aged but strong wood being snapped open, Spawn opened his maw. A shriek produced an invisible ripple that atomized a nearby moon. And Spawn finally spoke.
⸢Arms of Belial⸥
Just above Spawn, two large holes manifested. It was a tear in space. From the dark abyss which the tear presented, two large arms as if made by the night itself, and had literal wormy magma-like arteries on its surface, pushed itself out.
The arms was of a size larger than Spawn, and more importantly. It was larger than the Redeemer's arm. The position has been changed. Spawn punched his fist together, with Belial's arms miming him.
A visible crack promptly sealed itself, at Belial's actions.
Even the Redeemer slowed down in its pursuit, at the sight of those arms. If the Celestial robot had even the faintest idea, what those arms represented, then it knew what it means to be hit by them. Absolute Deletion. The arms of Belial could delete anything and anyone who even touches it.
All that you comprise off. Flesh, soul, and in some extreme cases, even one's entire history!
Status doesn't matter. What you really are, doesn't matter. Even those with the greatest of healing factors, would find their gifts very hard to employ before Belial's fist. That is unless, one has the Heavenly flames which could mitigate the effects… Somewhat.
An aura of yellow blazes enveloped the Redeemer. Above the robot, cannons jutted out from the inky space in their hundreds, all pointing at Spawn who let out a deriding scoff.
Swishing his arms, Belial's arms promptly followed, deleting a noticeable portion of Saturn's ringlet. In a blaze of eldritch flames, two larges guns with skulls emblements manifested on Spawn's hand.
Cannons edge brightened…
Belial's arms glistened…
The solar system trembled in abject terror…
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"Can someone. Anyone, please tell me, what the hell is going on?!" Iron Man said towards the X-Men. Confusion painting his expression.
Just when Iron Man had thought that the battle with Nimrod would become a battle of attrition, this happened. Skies turning like the Green big guy is back, then the satellite observers informing him of the entire continent shaking!
It was just some sort of luck, that whoever is fighting with whatever Nimrod had become, didn't do so at a lower altitude. Because if so…
The causalities Iron Man would be looking at, will simply kill off sleep for weeks…
The direction from which that 'being' came from when crashing against Nimrod, points to where he had sent Janet –towards where the Ghost Rider's caricature was- but here he was met with a grim scenery. A young girl crying over a pool of… Gore.
Jesus Christ! From the scanners, the one who was killed was just a kid!
Clenching his armored fist, Iron Man looked at the wailing girl and the other X-Men who just watched on, blankly. The S.H.I.E.L.D commander in him was nagging him to just push through this churning feeling and sternly ask what was happening.
But the Tony Stark in him was just yelling in his ear, to not test the X-Men. Besides, he didn't want to keep antagonizing them. It would only escalate the pressing matter to a more dangerous level.
'God, I really wanna' drink, so badly.'
Letting out a sigh of relief at the sight of Janet, Iron Man flew towards her.
"Wasp, can you please tell me what's happening, right now?"
But Janet was mummed, blankly staring towards where the gory scene was. Iron Man sighed, pulling back his helmet. This doesn't need Iron Man, it needs Tony Stark. Ruffling his hair, Tony letting out artic fumes.
"Hey, Janet. I have an inkling on what's going on –just an inkling- but before you get into your own world, I need you to look up. The skies aren't supposed to be green, the earth isn't supposed to the shuddering. This isn't normal. And we – that includes you- are an Avenger. We protect the world from stuffs like this. So I need you to please tell me, what's happening."
Janet lifted up her head upwards as if to tilt the tears back. Giving herself 2 chiding pats on her cheeks. The Wasp nodded at Tony, who promptly returned the gesture with a light smile.
"Thanks, Tony. I really needed that. The situation… Well, as you can see. Whatever is that robot or 'Nimrod' was I think it was aiming for the flaming kid…" Janet took a moment to compose herself. "The other kid with him, sacrificed himself to save the one with the green flames."
Even as succinct as Janet's explanation was, Tony was beginning to get an image on what was happening… And he didn't like it one bit.
"Tony!"
The multi-billionaire swerved to see Carol, Williams, and Bob descending from the sky. Natasha and Ares with them.
Carol who had just called Tony, looked around spotting the members of the X-Men. She was about to greet them, when her eyes dilated at the gore before them. Her mouth opened and closed for a moment, wavering on which action to take.
Thankfully, Tony gave a small wave. "Hey, Carol."
"Tony, what's going on?"
"Straight to the point, Carol. Well… To explain properly might just be tricky--"
Tony was interrupted by a resounding boom. The clouds parted. While dissipating green were seen in the horizon. Tony on the other hand, had almost 15 of his satellites going off-line. Pausing, he raised his arm.
"Carol, wait a sec… Hey, J.A.R.V.I.S, send me the latest image that any of my satellites had before going off-line?"
[Certainly, Sir. Unit Ax456d64 and unit 875fhc75, had captured short a video of the battle, above.]
"Good. Let's see it."
[Most certainly.]
A holographic small screen sprang from Tony's armored palm. Carol and others approached the screen to see what was going on above.
"Uh, was that the guy we just saw before?" Williams said as he spotted the full image change.
"He certainly, didn't look a Klyntar with a cyberpunk red coat. Hell, he didn't look like this, at all!"
"So Tony, who's the bad guy?" Carol asked. Watching as both unique 'beings' pummel the hell out of each other. One was the main bad guy, they fought just now. But the other looks like bad news.
Warbird didn't want to head into battle only to attack the good guy…
Tony replied, definitely. "It's still Nimrod. Although, be prepare for the other one just in case."
Sentry who had been quiet all this while, spoke out words that literally shook his fellow teammates to the core.
"Guys. I think if we antagonize this guy… We'll all die."
Tony blinked flummoxed. "Who?"
The solar-based Hero, pointed towards the 'being' clad in black and red.
"Him."
"Ok~" Carol said, blinking her eyes.
"Now if you're saying this, then this must be more serious than I can imagine. But's not like this is our first time facing an overwhelming odds, right? What makes him any different?"
Sentry nodded. "You're right, Carol. But… I can feel it inside of me."
When the Golden Hero raised his eyes towards the others. His fellow Avengers all shifted back, apprehensively. Staring at them were a pair of jet black eyes was the 'other' side of the Sentry. It was the Void who is currently speaking.
"I just know it. So listen, Tony. If you don't want to die, do not antagonize, 'him.' Cause I certainly will not be joining you in a hopeless battle. Hell, I'll be the first to book out."
The serious aura, the Sentry? Currently projected, stayed for some seconds before petering off. Sentry swayed for a bit, before looking at his teammates in confusion. His eyes were blue once again.
"Why are you all staring at me like that?"
Black Widow sighed, muttering some curses in Russian dialect. She then asks to Tony. "So, is it always like this with him?"
"Well… That hasn't happened for quite a well. And since he isn't trashing around, I'm sure that things are ok. At least for now." Tony said airily, though his eyes were narrowed in thought.
Tony had never seen the Void so weary of anyone –that included the likes of The Avengers, X-Men, and the Fantastic Four- but for one who is regarded as the strongest mortal, for that someone of such prestige to fear another being to such a level…
This was getting more and more serious, than he expected…
And to think that some hours ago, the only thing in his mind was to get some shut eye…
Robbing the edge of his eyes, Sentry sighed contritely. "It's the Void, am I right?"
Seeing that they didn't reply. Sentry's heart sank. Swallowing, the Sentry, or rather, Bobby heaved. But then a hand clamped on his shoulder. Turning, Bobby saw it was Carol who gave him a sympathetic smile, which he returned for formality.
'Maybe, my relapse isn't that big of a deal.' He hopefully thought.
"Aha! I've gotten it!!"
The booming sound of Ares's boisterous voice gave everyone quite a scare. Repulsors, glowing eyes, hands, and an anti-supe gun pointed the Olympian's direction. Though seeing that there wasn't any danger –just a strangely happy God of War- they all calmed down.
"Oh come on, man!" Wonder Man harshly said. "Can't you feel the precarious mood that's going on around here?"
Though rather reply to the mortal's question, Ares ignored Wonder Man to face his team-leader.
"The name of that creature arrayed in red and black. I've finally remembered his name."
Tony blinked, before opening his mouth a little. "Really?! That's good, then. So tell us."
Ares nodded. "His name is Spawn…"
"… …"
"… …"
"… …"
"… …"
"… …"
There was silence for a minute, before Wasp decided to say what had been going through each of the Avenger's mind. Janet had been, well, expecting some kind of grand, powerful, name especially with the hype the Void had heaped on the kid.
But Spawn?
"What?"
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"Scott, I know that look. Just ignore them."
Emma's soft gloved hands wrapped against the Alpha Mutant's own. Giving her a smile, Scott took a deep breathe, trying to think that what is happening is just a haze.
A bad dream…
Everything turned out wrong. The mission to rescue the first Mutant was one big burst. Scott originally thought that things were going well. Yes, there was an unexpected presence of the Mutant Hunter. But still he thought that, the robot could be handled. Had been handled.
That was his hubris…
Maybe he should have just focused on getting both Mutants out of there sooner. Maybe he should have focused all efforts on destroying Nimrod. Maybe he should have put one of the team's Telepath among the lookout… Maybe. Maybe. Maybe!
Tears dripped down Scott's visor, while Emma pulled him into a one hand hug.
"You tried your best, Honey." Emma said soothingly.
Shaking his head, Scott replied. "But it still isn't enough, Emma. Jeffery's dead… I said that everyone's going home. But Emma… Where is our home in this world? Time and time again we protect it, and time and time again, we're all persecuted without prejudice."
The X-Man bit his lips hard enough to draw blood. "I'm just hanging by the thread, Emma. And I'm afraid of what will happen when I fall into that haze of hate."
"You won't. Not after everything, you've gone through. Take it from one who had once been your enemy. Scott, you are stronger than this, I know that. I know you can get through this. I'm here with you, remember that."
"… … Thanks Emma."
"Anything, Darling."
Looking at where the Avenger's had gathered themselves. Scott still had to take a deep breath to stop himself from marching and demanding why they let Nimrod take that chance to attack his people. But Scott knew it won't bring Jeffery back.
Now he has to focus on more important issues. Like that of the new berserk Mutant.
"Hey, Emma, can you pinpoint where our new friend is?"
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It was a sight, while common to the ones that had some of connection to the supernatural happenings pertaining to space, would have been impossible to be witnessed by the mundane eyes.
*Bam!*
⸢Arms of Belial⸥ pummel the Redeemer without giving it time to rest, while Spawn sprayed endless amounts of eldritch-fire infused bullets of its chassis.
A particularly large cannon aimed at Spawn's back. But with a rattling sound, chains flew from beneath his jacket wrapping over the mortar's head and crushed it.
*Boom!*
Multiple cannons appeared in response. But ⸢Arms of Belial⸥ promptly deleted them away. If it weren't for the Heavenly Flames then the Redeemer would have been done away as well. Well no matter, this was a battle of attrition that the Redeemer could not win.
But the Redeemer knew that. Like it said before, fighting an awakened Spawn was the worst case scenario. So what the Redeemer had to do is to adjust its plans accordingly.
As long as the one, Abram Adams exists. Spawn can be defeated.
[Initiate teleportation jump… Planet Earth.]
-- Spawn Ω Archetype--
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Just when the people of Earth thought that the bizarre omens of the heavens were over. It suddenly returned. With a loud sound of rustling chains and the mechanical whirring of robotic parts. Guns and demonic large arms, pointed at an array of cannons and a rail-gun.
It is time for the Second Round…
Spawn vs the Redeemer!
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Author's Note…
Well, I know I rushed this chapter, but I have no choice. For the next two weeks I won't be able to do anything. I've got Exams so I gotta focus on my books. So, till then, folks.
And wish me luck!