A Father's Fury, a Son's Pride
The cosmos crackled with raw, unbridled rage. Planets shattered like glass, their shattered remnants swirling in a cosmic ballet of destruction. At the heart of this chaos stood two figures, their forms radiating an unholy heat that warped the very fabric of space. One, a towering figure draped in shadows, his eyes burning like twin suns, was James, the God of Rage and Fury. The other, a younger, leaner figure, his eyes blazing with an icy fire, was Sora, the Demigod of Pride.
"You dare defy me, Sora?" James roared, his voice echoing through the void, a guttural rumble that cracked the very stars. His hands, clenched into fists, pulsed with a crimson light, the aura of his Fury enveloping the battlefield.
Sora, his form shimmering with a defiant silver light, met his father's gaze head-on. "You call this a test, Father?" he countered, his voice laced with icy disdain. "This is not a test. This is a betrayal. A mockery of everything you claim to stand for."
"Betrayal?" James scoffed, his rage twisting his features into a grotesque mask. "Don't you dare speak of betrayal, boy. You're the one who turned your back on me, on your heritage, on everything I taught you!"
"You taught me to rage, Father," Sora retorted, his eyes flashing. "You taught me to burn with the fire of hatred. But you didn't teach me to be a monster, to blindly follow in your footsteps. I have my own path, my own purpose. And it doesn't include destroying everything in my path!"
Their words, sharp as shards of glass, cut through the cosmic silence. A fierce, primal battle erupted. James, fuelled by limitless fury, unleashed a storm of crimson energy, each blast a monstrous explosion that shattered planets and reduced stars to dust. Sora, his form shimmering with an icy rage, countered each attack with a precision that bordered on the supernatural. Each strike, infused with a cold, unyielding pride, deflected his father's fury, creating a symphony of destruction that echoed through the cosmos.
The battle raged, a cosmic dance of destruction, punctuated by the crackle of raw power and the tortured screams of dying worlds. Each blow, each parry, revealed the emotional heart of this clash. James, fueled by a desperate need for his son to embrace his Fury, poured his heart out in every attack, his rage a torrent of pain and frustration. Sora, trapped between the shadow of his father and the growing weight of his own defiance, fought with a cold resolve, each parry a silent plea, a desperate attempt to be heard.
"Why won't you embrace what you are, Sora?" James screamed, his voice cracking with raw emotion. "You were born with it, the Fury in your blood! Why deny it? Why defy me?"
Sora, his body battered, his silver light flickering, met his father's gaze with a heart that ached with a mixture of love and fear. "I choose my own path, Father," he answered, his voice hoarse, his words heavy with grief. "I choose to be better than you. To rise above your rage. To find something beyond the darkness you see in the world."
The battle reached its climax. Galaxies collided, their combined energy forming a cosmic maelstrom. Both father and son, their bodies broken, their spirits shattered, pushed themselves to their limits. They fought with a fervor that transcended mere rage, driven by a desperate need to prove themselves, to break free from the shackles of their past.
In the end, it was Sora who struck the fatal blow. A single, chillingly cold strike, infused with a pride that transcended even his father's rage. James, his eyes wide with a mix of disbelief and acceptance, crumpled to the ground, his form dissolving into a faint glow of crimson.
"Tch," James coughed, a weak laugh escaping his lips. "You're just like your mother." He looked into Sora's eyes, his gaze filled with a mixture of disappointment and understanding. "I wish you were like me, Sora. But it doesn't matter now." He paused, a deep, rasping breath escaping his lips. "At least you did one thing right, one thing I wanted. You killed me."
James, his body dissolving into a whisper of crimson light, laughed, a sound that echoed the emptiness of his heart, the futility of his fight. And then, silence.
Sora, his body trembling, his eyes blazing with a feral rage, stood over his father's fading form. His silver light dimmed, replaced by a blinding white, a shimmering aura of grief and despair. Tears streamed down his face, his voice a broken, animalistic scream, 'Father!'
He fell to his knees, his body wracked by sobs, his fists clenched, the echoes of his father's laughter ringing in his ears, a reminder of the burden he carried, the path he was forced to forge, the price he was forced to pay.