Three days ago, Mane’s fairy and guide had left. Alucard did not know the fairy well, and he pretended she was non-existent when he did perceive her because he noticed that there was a strong power cloaking her presence. He didn’t want to poke his nose in a matter that had no relation to him; however, a few days ago, he noticed that the fairy had disappeared. It was no longer by Mane’s side. He didn’t know where she had run off to, neither did he know if she would return; but if Mane’s change in attitude was indicative of anything, it was that she wasn’t returning. As for why she had left, Alucard did not know. All he knew was that she was gone.“Young Master, can you please give her another chance. I assure you that she would be kept in line.” Alucard bowed slightly as he pleaded Lilith’s case. He was a very intelligent vampire and understood more than what was presented before the eye. If Mane abandoned Lilith here, there was a very high chance that he would not accept her into his
Keira stood alone in her bedroom. Her eyes flickered as she watched the darkened sky through her window. Her countenance was calm and her gaze firm. She could feel it; the baptism of Chaos. She was not able to use Chaos like her brother, but she could feel its presence as one who once belonged to a clan that worshipped it. She knew that a rift had been opened, and even without seeing it, she was convinced that it was indeed so. What she didn’t understand was how a person in this world had been capable of such a feat. The inhabitants of this world were too weak to open a rift with their power, yet the aura coming from the west informed her that her thinking was flawed. Clearly someone had the strength to do that, and the ominous power she was sensing from that part of the world was also oddly familiar.*Creak*The door to Keira’s room was pushed open, and Komfo Anokye walked in. Without bothering to close the door, he walked over to Keira’s side.“Sigh. You become ruder and ruder as th
Asuras, a race that had been so powerful that even the gods feared them. In the Dreamscape, they were a forgotten existence, a race thought to have been wiped out by the gods. In the True Universe, they were non-existent, for they had not appeared there before. Whatever the case was, they were too strong to be ignored. However, this race that had been thought to have been destroyed had reappeared once again.“It is not surprising given that Asuras are similar to the Supreme. Once they are absent from this Universe, they are coughed up once again by the Universe’s Will. I have no idea what that thing is planning, but to birth an Asura at this time…” Komfo Anoke sighed.Supremes were seen as a simple of power, but they were more than that. Supremes were born for a time of chaos, to fight against an evil that had risen or was yet to rise. That was the destiny of a Supreme; the fate of one who ruled over a universe. In the same vein Asuras were also born for a time of chaos. You see, Asu
“He would certainly sense her presence,” Zica mumbled with a disgruntled voice. She was worthy of the title Supreme, for even without seeing who the Asura was, she was able to tell that it was a woman; and this she achieved by just sensing Asherah’s aura.“He wouldn’t find me, but he would definitely raze this world to the ground,” Zica rubbed her forehead in annoyance. She was confident in her ability to evade the eyes of the Usurper, and she was confident that his presence in this world would not be enough to expose her position. After all, most of the universe thought that she was dead, and even the Imposter must have that thought somewhere in his large head. The issue however, was the damage that would be done to this world.When the Imposter took over this universe’s destiny, he had been severe in rooting out every single form of support Zica could fall back on. Asuras were no different. Although it helped the Usurper mightily that Asuras were ostracized and only a few remained,
As expected of the planet that was ruled by the Usurper, Shadow assembled many warships in under thirty minutes. Several strong warriors occupied each ship, and each ship was flanked on each side by Ascenders. The faces of the warriors were as rigid as rocks and their auras were as sturdy as the highest mountains. Although they were subjects of the greatest sky in this universe, their faces did not hold the pride that was birthed from such status. Hubris was far from them; it was as far as the east is from the west. Their eyes were steely and cold, and though they were not absolute like their king, their countenance was that of the sharpest blades. Looking at the neatly arranged warships, Shadow nodded his head in approval. Then he flew towards the grandest and largest warship, the one that was at the forefront. Landing on its deck, his figure flashed a few times. He passed by several neatly arranged rows of warriors, but he did not stop to give anyone a single glance. After all, he w
“Everything has been prepared, my lord,” Shadow bowed before the Usurper. The man who was considered a parasite by this universe nodded his head cooly and ascended into the sky. Shadow watched him leave silently, his eyes following the figure of his king until the latter disappeared into the ship that was commanded by the 2nd Sky. His exposed eyes were filled with worry, not for his master’s safety, for the latter was the strongest existence he had ever seen, but for his master’s sanity. Sighing silently, Shadow disappeared into the palace. All he could do now was wait silently for his lord to return.Soon, the warships began to move, flying out of this planet’s atmosphere and into space. Their journey should have started here, and their battle should have been far from here; yet when they got out, the face of every warrior hardened, for a powerful presence bore down upon the warships. There was someone standing alone in the solitary space. He was unprotected from the chaotic energy t
General Samoa was steadied himself. His clothes were tattered, and the dignity of a general long removed from his countenance. His right arm was bloodied, and his left had already been severed beneath the elbow. His grandiose eyes were now filled with great caution, and his strong bloodline was reaching its brink. His unmoved heart could not help but tremble in worry, for the foe before him was unlike any other he had faced. While his bloodline laboured to increase his strength every time he clashed with her, her power was increasing as well. Due to this, his bloodline power had reached its limit and was unable to keep up with her constant powerups. He had always wondered if his power had a limit, but had never been allowed to explore that possibility – until today. Now that he knew the answer, he wished that he never had figured it out. For it seemed that the answer came with news of his demise. He would not be able to protect his king if this fight dragged on. The whitehaired Asura
The fate of General Samoa was that of death. His end was to have been at this juncture, scattered in the dust to join the bones of the many he had confined to the land of the dead; yet death did not come. No, it did come, but someone held on to it and stopped it from progressing any further. Death screamed for him, but this person screeched back, extending nothing but an arm to stop the sickle of death.Asherah, the white-haired Asura whose power grew by the second, was stunned for the first time since her transformation. She whose power could not be easily estimated was easily the pinnacle of this world, but the price of that strength was her sanity. Her madness had led her into a fit of rage and vengeance, yet at this moment she could sense that she was standing before a being she could not easily ignore. This being had stopped her attack, using nothing but a single hand to stop her charge.It was a hand. A hand that was so slender and pale that one would have immediately believed i