Tbate fanfic thingy

I approached the grand hall that was decorated in old Norse style decorations, in the end of the hall there was a pair of colossal stone doors that towered before me, their intricate carvings covered the stone doors. When I reached the end of the hall I took a breath, then I pushed against the colossal stone doors opening them, the hinges made a loud scraping noise as the door scraped open. As the doors opened a rush of cold moist air hit my face making my hair flow with the wind. The first thing I could see in the dark room was a warm glow of torchlight flickered over polished stone floors, casting jagged shadows that moved like the crackling fire in a fireplace. I took a few strides forward into the grand hall, the boots of my black scaled armor echoing against the empty walls of the grand hall. The air carried the scent of aged parchment, steel, and something more, something dangerous and demonic. Far down in the hall five humanoid figures stood with a multitude of corpses scaterd around. The figures turned around looking at me when they noticed me by the sound of my footsteps, their unheard words hushed by the distance between us. The tension in the room thickened to an almost palpable extent, and the anticipation was crackling like a storm on the horizon. After staring at them and them at me for many long seconds, I said quietly but in the defaning silence it was almost like I had yelled. "You must be my welcoming committee," I said, taking in the figure of each of the five unknown entities. The smallest of the five wraiths stood near the front, her presence subtle yet undeniable. Her long silky, brown hair flowed in soft waves, framing around her soft features before spilling over her shoulders. Two slender, curved horns arched from her head, their polished onyx surface catching the dim light. Though she held herself with quiet authority, even from here I stood I could feel the hesitance in the way she lingered just behind the others, as waiting for reassurance. Beneath the sleek contours of her black half-plate armor, red chainmail glimmered slightly in the dim light. Her eyes met mine and then she looked away just a second later. The girl said quietly "We are here to eliminate a threat, not engage in witless small talk." "Oh, come on, Jasmine, we hardly ever get to have any fun, let's play with the little boy prodigy a bit before we kill him." one of the other guys said, he had thick blond braids. And thick corkscrew horns that curved out from his forehead and towards the ceiling. Then another of the unknown people looked at me. The guy looked at me with a predatory grin. "If it is true that this one killed Cadell, we should have some fun with him before releasing him to the oblivion of death." Like jasmine, this second man had blood-red eyes and onyx horns, though his curled outward and downward akin to a ram, nearly toughing underneath his chin. I tried to keep expression neutral. "Cadell was an idiot who got himself killed. Don't take it personally." Richmal's jaw tightened. "You talk as if you have any say in what happens next." I smirked. "Oh, I do. You just don't know it yet." The air seemed to thicken, pressure mounting as my raw ether started to move, harden, soften and bend to my will underneath my skin. The ground hummed with energy, trembling under the weight of what was to come. The blonde Wraith's grin widened, his blood-colored eyes gleaming with excitement. "Oh, now this is getting interesting." Richmal raised a hand. "Enough talk. We finish this now." I exhaled slowly, letting the tension coil in my muscles like a spring. "Couldn't have said it better myself." Then, we moved. I watched as the cursed descendants of once great basilisk clan, now be nothing more than an inbred bunch of weapons. I watched as the moment the purple flames of destruction reached them, the wraiths recoiled not in pain, but in something far worse. The howling shrieks they released were not those of creatures being burned, but of beings being unmade and ripped apart piece by piece, atom by atom. Their dark forms, woven from ancient mana, ignited like dry parchment, devoured in an instant. The cursed poison mist that clung to them sizzled, evaporating into nothingness. They tried to escape their fate but it was too late. They tried to flee into the spaces that is between existence, through the portal. But the purple fire did not care for such things. It chased them, burned through every last defense they tried to obscure the flames with. To stall for time, to extend the few seconds they had left, until the flames swallowed them whole. One of them tried raised a cursed blade made by blood, its edge shimmering with mana that was meant to erase even the soul. But the wraith never even got the chance to swing. The flames wrapped around its arm, then its chest, then its entire being. Within seconds, the wraith was gone, erased, severed from reality like it had never existed at all. The others fared no better. Limbs melted before they could lash out. Voices warped into choked screams and whimpers before vanishing entirely. Their bodies burned without smoke, without embers. They did not crumble into ash. They simply ceased. It was a true massacre, until nothing remained, No bones. No blood. Not even dust. Just silence. But I saw one wraith managed to dodge the waves of destruction and slip away to the portal that led to Vidorial Through the smoke and swirling purple embers, I saw her, the wraith that was smaller than the others, her ethereal form flickering erratically, like a dying flame. The destruction had already eaten away at part of her body, wisps of cursed mana trailing out of the numerous wounds she have gotten from the battle. the mana was flowing almost freely out of the wounds where limbs had once been. She was barely holding herself together, but she still moved, still fled. "COWARD. DON'T RRUUUNNN FFRROOOOMMM MMEEEE" I screamed my voice raw with anger. My scream was more akin to a howl, a roar from a wild beast. The swirling void of a portal flared open behind her; a rift carved through space itself. Agrona's magic. A lifetime worth of research that was that was done to make her a lifeline to escape. To depend on, to use as a last escape method like a coward. She was retreating, retreating and abandoning the corpses of her fallen brethren to warn her master. to whisper of my strength, of my survival from the last encounter I had with Cadell, Nico. "I couldn't allow that. I couldn't allow the wraith to retreat, not even one. They all had to die" Before she could disappear into the abyss of the tempus warp, I moved. The moment my feet left the destroyed ground I took a step. A godly step. A step that transcends time and space. "godstep" I said as I activated my godrune on my back and stepped into the etheric pathways and appeared right behind the useless wraith. The destruction burning, my flesh screamed in protest, but I didn't care. I didn't need to care. The hunger creeping in my core, the flickering grasp on my own mind, destruction was making my mind hazy, unclear, more vivid to the euphoric feeling of being able to burn it all, to let the fires run wild, to see everything burn away to nothingness, it was a beautiful sight, but none of it mattered. Only the hunt. The portal ahead was an empty swirling rift inbetween space time itself, its edges warping and bending like reality itself was trying to sew it closed. The girl was already halfway through, half her chest plate was already broken showing deep cuts underneath, she was missing half an arm. Suddenly the last part of her obsidian hair vanished into the void. I didn't slow down. The moment my body hit the rift, the world twisted heat and gravity stripped away. Then, just as suddenly, it threw me out of the broken rift, and everything was back to how it was for just a moment ago. The shift was as quick. The battlefield was gone as fast as the city appeared. One moment, I was wreathed in flames, surrounded by the stench of burning wraiths and smoldering flesh. The next, I was standing in the heart of Vidorial, where the air was too clean, the cobblestone streets too still. The warm heat from the sun, and the distant murmur of drunken nobles drifted from a nearby pub. The city was alive, fully unaware that their death had just stepped into the heart of the city. But it wouldn't be long until they knew what kind of demon had just apperd. My body still on fire, still the flames of destruction was flowing out of me, now they had just found a new source of fuel to burn away. The way the wraith stumbled ahead, "pathetic". She slipping between the shadows of the alleyways, weaving through the streets that was full of unknowing people like a wounded animal. She was fast, but not faster than me. Not faster than death itself. I took a step through the etheric pathways toward the girl appearing right behind her, my body still smoldering, either still being siphoned out of my core burning through my veins. She turned once, just once, to glance back. A mistake. Her final mistake. Because all she saw was fire. All she saw was me, a walking monolith of destruction, grinning through the flickering haze. And then I was upon her like her own shadow. A shadow that she could not outrun nor escape, a shadow that would hunt her down as if she was nothing more than a pig for slaughter, or prey for the taking The girl wraith screamed loudly in fear, as I formed an either blade in my right hand. "What the hell are you?" She exclaimed. as I swung my blade down upon her like a cleaver with the weight of a mountain behind it. "You want to know what I've become?" I said as I drove my blade through her neck. "Godkiller, should be appropriate" My blade, covered in the violet fire of the destruction godrune, carved through the air until it went through her throat, parting flesh and bone alike as if they were just another twig in the forest. Her eyes widened, lips opened wide like she was desperately trying to say a final word, but she was only met with a wet sound of air escaping the hole in her throat. Her body stood upward like it was trying to resist falling over, resist the death that already happened, before finally falling to the ground like a sack of flower. The flames didn't waste any time before, crawling hungrily over across her corpse, eating and consuming flesh and armor alike. Not even letting the very air around us be untouched, but there was no heat from the violate flames that ate away until there was nothing left. No body. No ashes. No trace. No sign that the wraith was ever alive. I watched as the last of Agrona's so-called Asura Killers had perished before me, her body being unmade by the flames of destruction, And all she saw; all she could have seen was the purple fires of destruction. if she had even been capable of seeing in those final moments before hellfire burned away her body that is. My shoulders started to shake with each breathless chuckle I had, even though i tried to stop it. A grin, wide, almost inside smile, spread across my pastel stained face, and the smile didn't go away after the laughter had ended. But the smile stayed, and what that was left was happy smile. An exaggerated smile. A ridiculous smile, so solid, so fixed, it might as well have been carved from stone. It clung to my face, my face was as tough as a monolith, totally unyielding no matter how much my cheeks ached. It wasn't just a smile anymore. It was a monument. A mask. A thing that refused to crack. A thing that couldn't crack. I was grinning, But that was not all. I was burning. Burning by the flames of destruction, but destruction did not care, did not distinguish between friend and foe, enemy and wielder. It cared nothing for flesh, nor bone, for the fragile nature of the mortals lessers. And though I was not merely mortal, I was still made to suffer like one. I was a half-Asura, being on both sides of the same coin but still bring bound by fate from both sides, despite not fitting in with one of the two, nor both. A being born of two worlds, one with shot lived lives and fragile bodies, the other being so far beyond human limits they might as well have been gods. The Asuras, creatures made of pure mana, their forms unscathed by time, their strength an unimaginable vast, between themselves and the lesser humans. Even the weakest of their kindred could shatter mountains, turn tides, erase kingdoms with a flick of their wrist. Their lifespans stretched across epochs. Their lives never ending, with thousands upon thousands years of grace. And yet here I was, their diluted blood, the accursed offspring, a creature neither fully human nor divine. A being born anew from the sacrifice of the daughter of two of these so called gods. I had their power but not their invulnerability. Their might but not their grace. And now, in this moment, my human part betrayed me. The destruction ate through my body with a merciless hunger, melting away skin and muscle like wax before an open flame. My very blood evaporated; my bones smoldered into embers and ashes. The purple fire of annihilation did not stop. It would never stop, not until it had consumed everything in its path. But I did not fall. Even as my nerves screamed and my body begged for the sweet release of death, I stood. Still grinning. Still laughing. Because pain was beneath me. Agony was irrelevant. I had surpassed such things. Even as I burned. Even as the fire of destruction took me closer and closer to deaths door. The flames, my flames, still roared, feeding on what little remained of me and whatever else it could get a hold of around me. My ether had been devoured, drained the very life-force that kept me alive. My body was failing, muscles giving way, bones splitting under the weight of power never meant to be wielded by something as fragile as flesh. Because in the end, I was never meant to last, never meant to survive to the end. I had burned too brightly, too fiercely, and now, there was nothing left to keep me burning any longer. Nothing to keep by body held together. My vision blurred; my senses dulled. Even as my knees buckled and cracked in multiple pieces. Even as my breath rattled in my chest like a dying ember gasping for air. The world around me faded, swallowed by the inferno of hellfire that was my own making. And yet… I smiled. Because even in death, I would not break. The last of my strength was vanquished, my body crumbling like ash in the wind. The fire consumed me. And then nothing. I was just floating in a black empty void. The fire had taken everything. flesh, bone, and whatever scraps of life I had left. The pain had been unbearable at first, my nerves screaming even as they burned away. But slowly it started to fade into nothingness. And in the end, there was nothing. No pain. No body. No existence. Yet without anything connecting me to life or death, I not alive nor dead, it was like I was floating, hovering in a reflectionless black void, without sound or sight, touch nor smell. I was drifrting along spacetime itself, but I couldn't tell. I couldn't distinguish left from right, up from down. But all I knew was that I existed without existing, before I knew it I was watching. I watched my life play out before me, every moment flew past my eyes like embers in the wind, each memory fragment was like a neatly packed present waiting to be unpacked again, from my first rebirth to when my bond sacrificed herself. Or when I was about to enter the academy for the first time. And a different fragment showed me the moment where I met grandma sylvia for the first and last time, the rest of the fragments showed me everything from victories in battle, to failure in life, and a different memory was when Cecilia killed herself on my own blade in our first life in the duel of who would become king, everything and all, nothing nobody, it all and fell into itself and collapsed into a single, unchanging story. One that nobody could change, not even the one who lived these memories first and second hand. But the final and unchanging truth was that I was dead. No longer living. Yet even so I how came to relive these memories, it didn't real. It didn't look to be the actual truth, it felt like I was watching a dream yet to happen, my death like the beginning after the end. Then the darkness came and consumed me for the final time. Complete and utter darkness, all consuming and everlasting. A void that will never be filled nor emptied by anything.