"This is it." Thought Solus.
Solus was a massive man, easily 11 feet tall, had a tanned skin, extremely muscular arms, legs, broad chest and shoulders, sky blue eyes and short blood red hair. He was currently only had a pair of dark blue overhauls on with black steel toed boots on his feet.
Solus was currently bound by golden bindings on his arms and legs to the ground to prevent him from moving.
Around him was dozens of similarly massive people in incredibly diverse outfits, each one having a different look from everyone else in the room, but the one thing they all had in commom was that fact they were all glaring down towards Solus.
Solus ignored them all, instead just looking straight forwards towards the man who was directly in front of him.
The man was huge, bigger then anyone else in the room. He stood a towering 13 feet tall, had a muscual build similar to Solus, but instead of overhauls, this man wore white gleaming armor over his body, while a single large sword was on his right hip. He had long dark gold hair, a thick bead that went down to his chest, and grey eyes.
The man spoke, saying, "Solus, you know of your crimes. How do you plead?"
Solus was silent for a few seconds before saying, "Not guilty."
That caused the entire room to explod into shouting as everyone stood up and began to scream towards Solus, throwing insults towards the man.
This continued for a few secons before the man in white armor had enough and shouted out loudly enough to shake the entire room, "ENOUGH!"
Thunder cracked out, causing everyone in the room to quiet down and sit down once more.
The man torued towards Solus, incredibly rage burning in his eyes, but at the same time...sorrow.
"Solus, you know the consequences of your actions. Had you pleaded guidlty, I would have simply stripped you of your power and made you earn them once again. But since you obviously don't regret your actions, I have no choice but to sentence you to death. The sentence will be carried out immediately." The man said as he then left the room, headed towards the execution room.
Solus's shackles were taken out of the ground and two large guards grabbed them and yanked him towards the execution room.
While on their way there, Solus refelcted on what brought him to this moment.
Solus was a god, the god of forging to be precise.
He had seen what his breatheren had done to the humans that lived below on Earthland, using and abusing them for their own twisted gains until he had enough. Solus decided that he would take steps to ensure the down fall of his brothers.
He had quietly taken a special orb from the vaults, and used it to pear into an alternate Earth to get ideas for the weapon in his mind.
He saw thousands of blades, spears, axes and other weapons whose power was so great they carved themselves into history itself. Weapons likes Ascalon, Durendal, Gael Bolg, Arondight, Balmung, Gram and Excalibur to name a few. He then created replicas of those magnificent weapons whose power was even greater then those weapons.
Solus then took all these thousands of weapons whose power was sometimes enough to make even the gods of that other world shake in fear and he melted them all down to create a single sword.
This sword was forgued in the heart of a star, divine metal folded time and time again to create a blade strong enough to kill anything, even the gods of this world.
He did not know how long he forgued this blade until at long last, the blade in his vision started ti take shape.
It was a simple long sword, a long silver blade with golden symbols along the blade's length, a simple golden straight crossguard, and a simple handle with a dark blue gem in the pommel.
The blade was far from complete. Although this blade was immensly powerful, it could not be the blade that would bring about the end of the gods as it was now. It needed to become something more.
Once again he peered into the other world as saw the birth of Excalibur. He saw that the sword wasn't actually a sword, but rather an ideal given shape and form and thus that Excalibur could never be destroyed.
Solus thought long and hard about what to do when he suddenly got an idea.
He then went to the lowerest part of the Heavens and there he found it.
What he found looked to be a simple golden ball of light, but in actuality it was the combined potential of all humanity given form.
The gods had made sure to keep the humans from growing too power, so they gathered the combined potential of humanity and made sure to keep it from growing any larger.
Solus quietly took the orb and then quickly replaced it with a convincing fake he had created for this moment.
With the real orb in his possession, Solus quickly hurried back to his workshop, for that fake woul be discovered given enough time, so he had to work fast.
Once back at his workshop, Solus took the unnamed super blade and then melted it down, but this time he enfused the blade with the combined potential of humanity as well.
Time and time again, his hammer fell down upon the blade, causing spark to fly everywhere, but he did not stop, for his quest was almost done.
After a long time, he finally had the blade he sought after.
The sword was still a longsword, having a silver blade, but this time the symbols where glowing every color of the rainbow, for the blade had all the potential power humanity could even achieve enfused into the blade's very essence. The crossguard also now had a large glowing jewel in the middle, the handle was a bit longer, and finally the pommel's gem was now golden.
The sword spoke of a power that would eventually topple the gods.
Solus took up the sword and stared at it in awe, it was by far the most beautiful thing he had ever seen.
Then, he heard a pounding on his workshop's enterence and knew he had been found out so he worked fast to ensure that his brothers could not get their hands on the sword.
He grabbed the sword's sheath, seathed the sword and then opened a portal to the Nexus, a seperate dimension that only Solus and humans could access and then placed the sword in the Nexus.
Once that was down, Solus then gathered together the six other stongest sword's in his workshop. Durandal, Ascalon, Balmung, Arondight, Crocea Mors and Caliburn. These swords had the potential to be reforgued into a new sword stronger then even Excalibur from the other world. So, he scattered them across the Earthland so they might be made into the sword they were ment to be.
He then took his hammer, the legendary hammer of Solus and then threw it down to Earthland as well so that it might be used to create more miracles.
Once he threw his hammer the door to his workshop was broken down and guards stormed in.
Solus offered no resistence and was taken to his mokery of a trial.
Solus snapped out of his day dream as they approached his execution.
It was simply a large white room with a single rod standing tall in the middle.
Solus was led to the rod and his chains were wrapped around the rod.
Solus stood proud and tall, unrepentant of his actions.
The white armored man stood about thirty feet from Solus and then said, "Solus, do you have any last words before the sentence is carried out?"
Solus then said, "I do not regret my actions. For too long have we used and abused the humans who we are supposed to protect for our own pride and greed. We gods have lost our way. We treat others as if they are tools, using them and then discarding them when they no longer can be useful to us. We banish our own kind if they dare to disagree with our horrible practices. So I say to you all: Your time shall come."
The white armored man snarled out and then pointed his sword towards Solus, ginat bolts of lightning crackling around the blade.
Solus stared at his oncoming death and found that he did not fear what was about to happen.
Solus gave a light gasp as his eye's grew distant.
He saw into the future and saw what was to come.
Standing before the gates of heaven was a man. He stood only 5 foot 8, had a muscular body, long flowing pink locks of hair and obsidean eyes. Silver guantlets were on his arms, greaves on his legs, a large silver chest plate, smaller silver chain mail in the shape of dragon scales all over his body. On his hip was the sheath to the sword he had given his life to create.
The man was not along, for others stood with him.
On his right was a 5 foot 6 red haird women in a similar suit of armor. The only difference between the two was the swords they wielded. The sword the women wielded was a simple longsword with a silver blade that had a blade edging, the crossguard was large and curved a little at the edges, while the handle was simple and long, and finally the pommel contained a white jewel.
Solus knew just by looking at that sword it was Excalibur, forgued from the six other strongest swords scattered around the world and made into a sword only surpassed by his greatest creation.
On the red haired women's right side was another women. She was 5 foot 4, had long golden flowing hair and brown eyes. She wore a golden suit of armor that perfectly fit her frame and covered her entire body save for her face and head. On the chest of the suit was a cirlce that glowed and showed a symbol for one of the Zodiac's. Her armor changed a little and now a massive battle axe was in her left hand.
Next to the golden warrioress was a white haired women. She too was 5 foot 6, deep robin blue eyes and a small clump of hair in the middle of her forehead. She currently wore a blue t-shirt and blue jeans, while also wearing dark blue sneakers. But then her entire form glowed dark puprle and now she had transformed. The woman now looked more demonic, her eyes being dark purple while several dark purple tattoos were all over her body. Dark purple-black tendrails of magin came out of her hands and flowed over her arms.
On the left side to the first man was another man. He had raven black hair, dark blue eyes, and a scar going across the bottom in his jaw. He currently was wearing a no shirt, had a pair of black pants on with a brown belt and black boots on. His right arm from the elbow down was completely gone, replaced by a ice construct. The ice was blue in color while park purple lines went all throught it like blood vessels.
Next to the black haired man was the final being of their little group. It was a two foot tall blue furred cat with small white angel wings. The cat then glowed and changed it's fur color. The car was not beight yellow and had golden lightning bolts racing around it's body.
The first man then reached down and grabbed the handle of his sword and pulled it out.
Solus saw his greatest creation, the sword beyond all other swords gleaming in all of it's unleashed glory and he nearly wept.
He saw the small group of humans charge forwards, ready to being down heaven and end the Age of gods.
Solus smiled a content smile as lightning crackled towards him, ready to end his life.
With his final breath, Solus gave his greatest creation it's true name, a name that shall eco throughout history.
"Kanosei. The sword of Possibility." Solus said with a smile as the lightning struck him, destroying him and instant.
The ashes of the one god who stood at humanities defense flew into the air and out into the heavens above, granting the kind and gentle god who gave everything for those weaker then him a final resting place for all eternity.
Back in the nexus...
Kanosei felt the death of it's creater and felt great sadness.
Kanosei was more then a simple blade, it was a manifestation of the potential humanity had locked away all those many years ago by the gods. It was alive in a way and right now, it vowed to kill the gods and end their tyranny.
But it could not act, it's chosen wielder was not even born yet. So the sword would wait until the day it's chosen wielder was born.
Destiny was created and set into motion.
Live in fear god above, for your time shall soon come to an end.