Battle of the Gods

I was forced to dream... no... I was forced to relive a nightmare.

We forced the Superiors out of the Meridian Palace and into the rocky wastelands outside of the city. This was our chosen battlefield. The place we would fight them. Two against five. Atrum Unus, Minerva, Aria, Savano and Gedju against Oblivion and myself. The Dark One stood at the head of the Superiors. He wielded a large sword that could cleave anything in two. Beside him was Minerva, the murderer of my family. Her brilliant white and golden armour betraying the black and twisted woman that lay within. Aria in her marvellous suit of armour that she wore into battle for millennia. Savano went for lighter armour, allowing him the advantage of speed. Gedju wore darkened armour that held the power of all those he had comdemned.

Oblivion was in his usual attire. The black cloak that was passed down each generation in his family. The Cloak of Death. All I had was the clothes I travelled in when we set out to defeat Sephiroth. Unlike all of the men and women around me I was underprepared and inexperienced.

"And this is where it ends," Atrum grinned maliciously as he stared down at us. "This is where we kill you both and fulfil our destiny."

"You are meant to die today Atrum. All of you are," Oblivion said as calmly as possible. "Only one side can win and that shall be ours."

"You think that little resistance in Merdian frightened us?" Minerva taunted, her voice as calm as Oblivion's. "Look to the reality of the situation: all you two had was a handful of rodents who never stood a chance."

"Yet we managed to slaughter over half of the Merdian soldiers loyal to you," I remarked angrily. I wasn't able to control myself the way they could. I'm a child compared to them.

"Enough talk, we came for battle," Aria stated, wielding her bow and arrow. "And battle we shall have. Let this night be remembered as the night the Superiors claim victory over Death and the Threat!"

"Let tonight be remembered as the day the Superiors die!" Oblivion retorted, brining out his Scythe. I took out Memoria Ensis and gripped it tightly, to which Oblivion noted and mumbled quietly. "Not so tight, Angevale. Do not let hatred cloud your skill. If they see you become overwhelmed they'll take advantage of it." Nodding I loosened my grip and stood straight, feigning confidence in my abilities. Oblivion assured me they would die in this battle and I trust him.

I threw a firey blast towards Atrum as the five of them charged towards us. He deflected the blaze which dissipated with the slice of his sword. Oblivion leapt up and got into a battle with Savano and Gedju. Atrum and Minerva leapt up and I was left with Aria and her long range style.

She shot multiple exploding arrows at me and I ran away, blasting them with fire and falling back as Aria changed to a dagger and tried to stab furiously at me. I caught her hands before she could stab me and I burned her with white hot flames making her scream and reel back in agony. I grabbed her dagger and impaled her in the eye and dragged it down as she screamed in pain. She threw me of by sending me into a hurricance where Atrum attacked me but I blocked the best I could with my sword.

"You're nothing put a pathetic waste Angevale, just like your parents!" He yelled as he slammed me into the ground. Savano then stood above me, his left arm missing from when Christie ripped it off five years ago. He pointed his laser gun at my head but was stopped by the Dragoon form of Oblivion, which leapt at him and tore him apart, tearing off his head and limbs.

Gedju gave a loud war cry and Oblivion roared and pinned him down with a massive claw. I faught Aria again but it was easier to dodge her as she was blinded. I shoved my sword into her abdomen but she threw me off her and shot an arrow into my arm. Oblivion reverted back into his human form and threw his Scythe at both Gedju and Aria, ripping them both apart. He glared up at the sky and outstretched his arms.

"Show yourselves now! You cannot hide from Death!" He yelled. He then pulled the arrow out of me and helped me up. "Angie you can't rely on your sword and Angel powers. You have to accept your God powers and use them."

"What if I lose control?" I asked fearfully.

"You won't. I promise you won't," He replied. Minerva and Atrum then landed in front of us and Oblivion curled his lips into a snarl. "Decided to accept your fate?"

"We won't lose to you!" Atrum yelled, engulfing the wastelands with black Aura. He then trapped Oblivion in it and Minerva stuck him across our makeshift arena until I couldn't see him.

"Now, why don't you be a good little girl and die like your parents?" Minerva asked in a sickly voice, wielding her spear as though she would throw it at me. I put my sword away and took my father's gun. Velvet Nightmare. It was a dual set but I only had one with me. Atrum fired black Aura towards me but I side stepped it and shot the ground at him. It wasn't effective as I had no idea how to use my God powers. If anything I was scared in case I killed myself with them.

Atrum and Minerva both came at me and I ran in a panic. Minerva grabbed my hair and threw me to the ground, stabbing me constantly with her spear and Artum watched. I was horrified because... all of them had went easy on me. They were toying with me.

I heard Oblivion yell out and attack Atrum but he was thrown aside and they ignored him. From the corner of my eye I could see him cough up blood and blood also spilled from his eyes, nose, ears and fingernails. He looked absolutely horrified at what was happening to him.

Minvera then pulled her spear out of me and she and Atrum walked away. I wearily got to my feet, drenched in blood and close to dying.

"Never did I think this would be such a pathetic battle," Atrum scoffed as he walked away. "Minvera, kill Angevale. You've killed the rest of her family so I will graciously give you the privilege of killing her as well."

"Of course, Atrum," Minerva grinned as she charged a bright white light which I knew well. The Judgement Arrow.

I couldn't move. I could feel my heart trying to escape my body. I was terrified but... I stood, resigned to my fate. If Oblivion said the Gods where meant to die today... then maybe I am too.

I felt my body be shoved to the side and I fell on my back. I pulled myself up and... my heart stopped. It shattered into a million pieces.

Oblivion took it.

The attack went straight through his chest, tore right through his body. When the attack faded he fell forward, unmoving. Blood seeping out of his body.

My eyes burned up in hot tears as I ran towards him, crouching down and turning him over to his back. He was... still breathing? How? That should have killed him instantly...

"... Dad?" I whimpered. Oblivion stared up at me with dying eyes, chuckling weakly.

"It's okay Angevale," He smiled. "It's okay. This is meant to happen. You know I'd die to save you..." He groaned in pain and it soon came into place in my head. Christie... she warned me... it's too late now. He's dying. The only father I had is dying. "I'm sorry for everything I put you through... I just wanted you to live."

"Dad... Oblivion please... don't die..." I cried. "I can't do this on my own..."

"You can..." He replied. "Divinity. Take Divinity. Today the Superiors are meant to fall to Divinity's blade," He pulled his Scythe over to me. Divinity... I'm to use it? "Angevale... you've been the daughter I always wanted but could never have... I know you are capable of anything if you want to be... and I've always been proud of you Angevale. I love you like... like the daughter I never had..."

"Please... please I'm begging..." I bit my lip. I refused to let him die. But I couldn't do anything to stop it from happening...

"Angevale... trust me..." Oblivion's voice was getting weaker... no... he looked into empty space with a smile. "I see her... I see Fina..." He chuckled and turned to me again. "Angevale... I won't leave you permenantly..."

Those were his last words...

The last thing he said before dying...

I would have cried... tears had suddenly stopped...

"So the dog has given his life for the master," Atrum declared. I didn't look at them. I stared at Oblivion body... "Now Death's powers will be ours!" My Uncle's powers lifted from his body... and then disappated without a trace. "What? His powers are supposed to go directly to the one who killed him!" I didn't have them... but I had Divinity...

I took hold of the heavy weapon and stood on weary legs. I was still bleeding heavily... yet I was alive. I felt rage boil within me. The two Gods before me stared as I held Oblivion's weapon.

"How can she... no! No! Only Death can hold that weapon!" I spread my six golden wings as Atrum panicked. My body blazed with blue fire as I walked slowly forwards.

Minerva threw a Judgement Arrow at me but the fire engulfed it at it ricocheted back to her, tearing her apart but not killing her.

"That's not her God powers Atrum!" She warned as I stood close to the strongest Superior. I raised my free hand and a firey circle trapped him as he stood helpless.

I remained silent as he yelled in pain, the fire so hot it melted his armour and torched his skin. His body melted brutally as I thrust Divinity into him, giving him a painless death compared to what I'd do to Minerva.

"Angevale come any closer and you die!" Minerva ordered. I ignored her and used Divinity to slice off her hand, then her arm. Repeating the action to her other arm as well. "Don't! Stop you monster."

"And killing a whole family isn't monstrous!" I screamed, stabbing her over and over with Divinity. "You're a mother! How could you do that to another woman's family! To her children!"

"You know they should have died!" I sliced the Scythe through her body with ease, but keeping her alive.

"They shouldn't have! You didn't accept us because we were different!" I yelled, wanting to cause as much pain to her as she has made me suffered. I wanted her to feel my suffering. "If you had only accepted us!" I remember Christie telling me something along those lines years ago. Something that has stuck with me ever since.

"Why would we ever accept filthy half-breeds!" Minerva sheirked. I clenched my teeth and impaled Divinity into her.

"This is for my Mother!" I yelled, impaling her again. "This is for my Father!" Sliced her. "This is for Fina!" I burned her face. "This is for Genesis!" I cut her body in two. "This is for Oblivion!" I slit her throat and she coughed up blood. "This is from me!" I hacked her body up. She was still alive. "And this... this is for everyone you made suffer." I rammed the Scythe into her skull, hearing it crack as she died.


An hour later I took Oblivion's body to an empty, grassy feild. I set up wood and logs alone as the skies darkened. I took Oblivion's cloak, his wedding ring, necklace and Scythe. Things he said I was to have in the case of his death...

I put his body on top of the wood pile and stood back, feeling the raihn start. I didn't care about it. Oblivion deserved a proper funeral pyre.

I lit the wood before it got too wet and it all lit up quickly, concealing Oblivion's body in the flames. I dropped to my knees and cried hysterically. My uncle was dead. I... I felt so... empty... I didn't know what to do but cry and watch the pyre until nothing was left. Then I would collect the remains and put an urn in the Death Catacombs... where he should be...

Eighteenth of November... the day the Superiors died.

Eighteenth of November... the day Oblivion Thorium Furanio died...

I spents months alone in Utopia, unsure of what to do. Either sacrifice my life to be ruler of Utopia as the Goddess of Matter, or forsake my title and power and follow in my Mother's footsteps as a High Seraph. Have freedom to do what I wanted with my life.

Duty over freedom... I didn't know what to do...

Until I heard Christie praying...

I threw away my powers as God. I let Utopia take care of itself. They could have peace, they could have turmoil I didn't care... I played my part.