Chapter five: Lost Battle
Amidst the arcane energies swirling around the ritual, Therapeía emerged, a celestial being of ethereal grace. Her radiant wings unfurled, casting a luminous glow across the room. In that moment, Izuku's summoning had bridged the vast expanse between worlds, calling forth an ancient force to confront Black Eagle.
The room crackled with tension as the two otherworldly entities locked eyes. Black Eagle's tar-like form exuded an ominous aura, a stark contrast to Therapeía's celestial brilliance.
Black Eagle's mocking voice pierced the air, sending shivers through the ethereal fabric of the room. "My, my. How interesting. The kid is smarter than I thought... Well, there's a reason why I chose him. So, Therapeía, long time no see. How long has it been... 4.54 billion years? Time sure flies fast, eh?"
Therapeía, her features a blend of determination and disbelief, drew a rapier, its blade gleaming with divine light. "You... You were sealed, dead, destroyed! Why are you here, demon?" Her accusatory tone resonated with echoes of ancient conflicts. "You were supposed to be gone! How did you—"
Before she could finish her sentence, Black Eagle moved with preternatural speed. He stood behind Therapeía, a Karabela-type sword materializing in his hands. The razor-sharp blade pressed against her throat, silencing her with a deadly threat.
"Dear Therapeía," Black Eagle sneered, his voice a haunting melody of malevolence. "4.54 billion years ago, I was flying through space. Being sealed doesn't mean that you are dead. It means you get summoned to another world. But while I do not hold grudges, it would be nice to kill all of your kind. The god of this universe is different than the one of yours. This one doesn't intervene."
With a swift motion, Black Eagle slashed her neck open, an act that defied the laws of celestial beings. The room quivered with the clash of cosmic forces, a silent battle between two entities bound by ancient grudges.
Therapeía, wounded but undeterred, recoiled from the attack. Her luminous wings pulsed with divine energy as she summoned a protective barrier. "Your malevolence knows no bounds, Black Eagle. I won't let you tarnish this realm with your darkness any longer."
The battle escalated, transcending the physical and spiritual planes. Celestial and shadowy energies clashed, leaving an indelible mark on the very fabric of reality. Izuku, caught in the crossfire, glimpsed the cosmic struggle through blurred visions of light and darkness.
As Therapeía unleashed celestial fury, her rapier danced with grace, creating intricate patterns of divine light. Black Eagle, a harbinger of shadows, countered with unpredictable movements, exploiting the fluidity of his tar-like form.
The clash reverberated across unseen dimensions, a testament to the ancient enmity that bound these entities. Each strike echoed with the weight of eons, a dance of opposing forces seeking dominance.
Amidst the celestial storm, Izuku struggled to comprehend the magnitude of the battle within his own mind. The room pulsed with ethereal energies, and the walls seemed to warp and contort under the strain of cosmic forces.
As the clash reached its zenith, an otherworldly roar resounded. The room convulsed with a burst of celestial light, blinding in its intensity. When the brilliance subsided, the space was left with an eerie silence.
In the aftermath, only echoes of the cosmic struggle lingered. Izuku, his consciousness caught in the maelstrom, felt the weight of the battle settle. The celestial force within him, once a beacon of hope, now bore the scars of an ancient confrontation.
The room, touched by the clash of celestial titans, retained an air of unreality. In the quiet aftermath, as cosmic remnants dissipated, Izuku grappled with the consequences of his summoning—an unwitting participant in a conflict that transcended time and space.
The celestial battle unfolded with each clash of the rapier and the Karabela echoing through the room. Therapeía, the embodiment of celestial grace, fought with a determination fueled by millennia of duty. In contrast, Black Eagle, an avatar of shadows and malevolence, stood resolute, effortlessly deflecting every celestial strike.
Amidst the ethereal dance, Black Eagle's mocking laughter resonated. "They always said you were the weaker one, Therapeía. With how much were you again? Ah yes, the ten undefeatable angels. A very misleading name, don't ya think?" His taunting words hung in the air as he deflected another precise strike of the rapier.
As Therapeía lunged forward with renewed determination, Black Eagle moved with preternatural speed. In a single fluid motion, he sliced through the air, severing her right hand. The holy rapier clattered to the ground, a symbol of celestial might falling into the hands of darkness.
"The holy rapier," Black Eagle mused, his voice dripping with malevolence. "Oh, it would be a nice addition to my collection, you know. Thanks for giving it to me." In an instant, he flashed in front of Therapeía, kicking her with a force that sent her hurtling out of the building.
The battle spilled into the streets, where the clash of cosmic forces brought chaos to the unsuspecting city. As celestial and shadowy energies clashed, innocent civilians became unwitting witnesses to a battle that transcended their understanding of reality.
Therapeía, reeling from the loss of her hand, summoned her remaining celestial powers. The rapier, now a beacon of divine strength, materialized once more in her undamaged hand. She faced Black Eagle, determination burning in her celestial eyes.
The ensuing confrontation wreaked havoc on the cityscape. Celestial energies collided with shadowy tendrils, creating shockwaves that shattered windows and rattled buildings. The very fabric of reality seemed to warp under the strain of otherworldly forces.
In the midst of the celestial storm, civilians fled in terror, their lives disrupted by a conflict beyond their comprehension. Stray celestial beams and shadowy tendrils cut through the air, endangering those caught in the crossfire.
As Therapeía and Black Eagle clashed, their battle took on apocalyptic proportions. Buildings crumbled, and the once-bustling streets became a battlefield of cosmic forces. The wails of sirens mixed with the roars of celestial and shadowy energies, creating a discordant symphony of chaos.
Innocent lives hung in the balance as the celestial struggle unfolded, leaving a trail of destruction in its wake. The battle between light and darkness, played out in the heart of the city, would leave scars that transcended the physical realm.
"Army of the dead," Black Eagle mused, his voice a sinister melody that echoed through the shattered cityscape. As the words left his lips, shadowy figures emerged from the ground – ethereal beings with white dots as eyes, glowing ominously in the dark. A maniacal intent radiated from Black Eagle as he observed his spectral minions, reveling in the chaos that was about to unfold.
"You are ignorant, Therapeía. Do you really think that I stayed the same old weakling in the time that has passed?" Black Eagle's laughter pierced the air, a malevolent symphony that mocked the celestial being before him. "Ehehehe...HAHAHAHAHAHA! YOU FOOL! Oh, that god of yours... What was it called again? Ah yes, Eril. He must be so disappointed. Anyhow, this has lasted long enough. Soldiers, kill anyone you see. Make it look like some idiot villain did this."
Therapeía, battered but resolute, emerged from the rubble, her celestial aura undiminished. Anger burned in her eyes as she shouted, "Do not speak ill of his name!" She raised her hands, aiming to unleash a radiant force upon Black Eagle. "Holy beam!" she declared, summoning yellow light from the palms of her hands, an embodiment of divine power.
However, before the celestial beam could be unleashed, a single slash resounded through the air. The radiant energy faded in her hands as her head soared into the sky, a gruesome testament to Black Eagle's swiftness and ruthlessness. The Holy Rapier, now stained with yellow blood, was in his hands, a cruel irony that further twisted the knife of betrayal.
"A good weapon... A good weapon indeed," Black Eagle murmured, his tone laced with dark appreciation. The chaotic scene played out against the backdrop of the city in ruins, shadows and spectral entities converging on unsuspecting civilians. The Army of the Dead, under Black Eagle's command, became instruments of terror, spreading fear and devastation in their wake.
The once-bustling streets now bore witness to an unholy alliance between malevolence and the supernatural. Black Eagle, reveling in the havoc he wrought, surveyed the chaos with a satisfaction that transcended mortal comprehension. As sirens wailed in the distance and the city trembled under the weight of despair, a new era of darkness unfolded under the dominion of Black Eagle and his Army of the Dead.
--.M.E.: As a disclaimer i do not own any characters of MHA. All credit of original characters go to Horikoshi. Thank you for reading.