T H E S K I E S H A D lit up with the colors of blood. Celestial blood. Blood that had been shed following the Titanomachy or as the gods would most commonly identify it — the first Ultimate Speedverse war.
The great cosmic battle saw the fall of many a powerful Celestials as they tore each other apart trying to acquire the three entities that made up the cosmos—the three Heralds of the Ultimate Speedverse.
Of the trio, the most potent and most coveted Herald—Reign—had been too solemn of an entity for a Celestial to just take and wield which was why it got easily lost throughout the great battle.
Hurtling at incredible speeds exceeding that of light itself, the entity was cruising through the cosmos until its immense power had led to the creation of a singularity.
The singularity fed from the voluminous amounts of energy dissipated by the entity until it had grown so massive
T H E M A D A M S E C R E T A R Y’ S eyes widened when she saw the sparkling flashes of lightning coming at her.Both her and the Director ducked in opposite directions just before she felt the strong gust of wind hit her in the face, causing a few strands of her cropped hair to dance over her head.Following the lightning flashes, Courtney watched them move so fast as they darted from one point of the NASA base to another.She could make out three distinct sets of color from the flashes: green, blue and white. The white flashes seemed to be moving exceptionally faster than the green and blue.Viper powerfully thrust her arms up and down across her chest, cutting through the air and was sure she was clocking at her highest speed, moving close to twenty times faster than the speed of sound as she hurtled through the Kennedy Space Center.Her spe
"A N Y S I G N O F them yet?" asked a bolting Diana Roberts after she had just come from ripping apart a creature with a lightning bolt to its hairy core."Can't see them anywhere!" responded Spartan who blasted the ground with a bolt of lightning and sent a couple of creatures sprawling.They were still at Piedmont Park battling with the creatures that they had then learned were known as 'Amaroks' after the goddess had called them from their stationary state earlier on.Jenna had informed everyone about Lucas's and Viper's emergency trip to Florida when Elektris had gone after them before being followed by Hermes later on.The Amaroks had started to spread outside the park just as Captain Susan Claire's police unit came around to help. She had alighted the Osiris supersonic aircraft alongside Detective Brian Pierce and Mayor Andrews leaving pilot Carter to steer the craft bac
H E R M E S W A S A L R E A D Y charging at Elektris when he was intercepted by the Gorgon Sisters.“Remember ussss?” they hissed at him, literally.Hermes watched Elektris vanish in a burst of white lightning.He turned his attention back to the two goddesses. Of course he remembered them.Stheno and Euryale, the daughters of the Celestials Keto and Phorcys.There had actually been three of them.“You’ll pay for what you did to Medusssa!” Stheno hissed at him and a thin forked tongue slid through her tiny sharp teeth.“You brought that upon yourself,” Hermes evenly responded.This sort of personal grudge actually had its origins dating back to the first Ultimate Speedverse battle, the one that took place back on Hermes’s and the rest of the gods’
T H E A I R W A S calm, with a light gale blowing across a chain of green hills and descending to a cool flowing spring, causing the leaves of trees alongside it to flutter. A few leaves fell to the grass covered ground where a cow was busy feeding on it.The sky was partly cloudy and the midday sun could be seen with its bright yellow rays penetrating through the whiteness.Back on the ground, the fallen leaves began to stir and so did the grass.The air around it suddenly felt disturbed and the cow, with its black and white fur, sensed this and began to move away from that area.The disturbance increased up to a point that the leaves were then levitating and swirling wildly as if an invisible twister had just formed up.They swirled faster and faster, picking up speed until something stranger began to manifest.Right in the middle of th
N A T A S H A J O H N S O N W A S still admiring the strange landscape with her arm still around Lucas’s lean shoulders when a voice came out from across where they both stood. Turning her head to the left, Natasha’s blue eyes were then looking at a thin, dark-haired boy and was shorter than both her and Lucas. He looked to be about around twelve to fourteen years old and just like Lucas—as Natasha noticed—was clad in a similar apparel of a loose pasty white shirt and brown rumpled pants. “You’re awake!” the boy beamed and Natasha caught his inflected accent. “Yeah,” Lucas responded, introducing Natasha to the boy. “this is Sang.” -“Hi, Sang,” said Natasha - “he’s the one who found us when we-we. . .got here.” “Already walking,” said Sang, his light brown face still beaming, looking at Natasha, “that progress very good.” Natasha then turned from Sang t
T H E Y W E R E S T I L L contemplating over the dark and ominous thought of being stranded in a time that was not of their own when Sang’s cheery voice filled the hut once more.“I have many questions! Don't know where to start—”His voice trailed off and he turned his head towards the open wooden door.Both Natasha and Lucas followed his gaze and were soon staring at a tall man of slim built but a lean body covered in large baggy brown pants and a long white shirt with a Mandarin collar similar to that of Natasha's silk dress. The shirt had its sleeves rolled up to his elbows and was holding in his right hand a bundle of three silvery slabs that glinted sleek in the light. They were fish.The man said something to Sang that neither Natasha nor Lucas could understand, but Lucas suspected he was speaking in Nepalese.Sang spoke back to hi
I T W A S A L R E A D Y getting dark out, with the usual starry night sky then covered with patches of dark clouds but there was enough light illuminating high up throughout the village as excited chattering emanated from people who seemed to be really preoccupied by one or two things. Natasha, Lucas and Sang were setting down a small round table at the heart of the village which was one of the many similarly placed tables—about twenty of them—all positioned in a circular manner such that there was a vast empty space in between. Sang had gone on to explain what was particularly happening that night. The night that had Natasha wear an immaculately flowing dark red dress, decorated with white lotus flowers and large jade buttons cascading from the Mandarin collar at her neck all the way to her ankles. Even her blond hair had been done, pulled t
S H E H A D A W O K E N with a start, probably from a dream she had had. Natasha sat up on her bed and could see some light coming through the hut’s closed window and could tell it was morning. She then got the urge to pull herself out of bed after which came the hard part—standing. Natasha heaved herself up ever so painfully, fighting through her upset legs and finding the walking staff that Sang had give her, propped its arm rest under her right shoulder and the pressure on her legs loosened. She exhaled and made for the door. Outside, Natasha could see people going about their business in the rising sun that was barely visible over the horizon. She realized that she had gotten up a bit earlier. Cows were being herded out onto the small patches of grass while others were being milked. A young boy ran with a scruffy looking dog away from the village before stopping to lap at water from a flowing
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S O M E T H I N G H A D B E E N particularly bothering Diana Roberts just two weeks after the battle. Nicolas Johnson had known this when he had called, asking her to meet.Diana had therefore found herself walking up to a restaurant in Midtown Atlanta. She was about to go inside when—"Diana, over here, " she spun around to spot Nick seated on one of the tables set outside the restaurant. There was a couple talking and laughing in one; a mother wiping away a drop of ketchup that had dripped on her son's shirt and then there was Nick."Hi," Diana said, taking a seat and facing Nick."Hey," his dark hair was short, matching his dark eyes as he beamed at her."Actually, there's something I wanted to tell you," Diana bit her lower lip that was as red as her hair.Nick rested his hands on the table, ushering her to go on.
PETER DENTON ANDREWS1981-2030Beloved Friend & Hero CAROL1987-2030Beloved Friend & HeroA week after the apocalyptic event, two gravestones stood erect above the earthly ground and the inscriptions above had been carved on them. The stones glistened slightly in a glossy fashion as rivulets of water droplets trickled down them due to the light shower that precipitated from the grayish clouds that morning.The cemetery at Brookhaven was packed with people dressed in black—all of whom were standing somberly—a few of them with umbrellas quivering over the
T H E P E N T A G O N W A S in turmoil, everyone bustling about, working behind computers, pacing to and from rooms or barking orders and requests. This was after new footage had begun to be broadcast by satellites. Madam Secretary was one of the many people who were watching, alongside the Army General, the Chief of Staff of the Air Force and the entire UN Summit all the way from New York.Victoria Courtney had returned to the Pentagon around seven hours ago, having come from the Kennedy Space Center in Florida. Everybody had been pressuring her to take more action as the brutal battle outside continued to escalate. She had adamantly cut off all of them, not wanting to put at risk the lives of civilians.Two hours earlier, it was confirmed that the extraterrestrial life forms had all been destroyed by the heroes of Atlanta. This included the Amarok army and the Legion of Death—but the Pentagon had no idea that
I T W A S M I D N I G H T in Atlanta City when both Viper and Hermes had decided to take on the goddess of war and death. Elektris erupted in a burst of sizzling white light that was accompanied with flashes of lightning of the same color. The flashes struck out dangerously in all directions and Jenna alongside the others had to fall back—all except for two—Viper and Hermes. They charged towards her, both of them throwing great bolts of lightning at her which blended in a radiant blue-green. The bolt struck Elektris but she hardly finched, knocking away the bolt of lightning as if it had been a stick thrown at her. Her body still aglow with the white lightning, she began to spin, discharging the lightning flashes so that they darted out like electrified projectiles. Viper and Hermes ducked and dodged, performing all kinds of evasive maneuvers to avoid getting hit. Elektris then stopped, the lightn
“Y O U W I L L D I E for that!” Hermes spoke with words that came out as pure rage. He had said shortly before summoning all of his might and burst through the wrecked ground, moving so fast that debris was sailing all around him. He had just witnessed the supposed death of Viper and Lucas, having seen how Elektris had used Reign on them, destroying them to nothing. He rammed hard into Elektris, sending both of them flailing high up into the night air. His hair billowed against the wind and was no longer crowned with his petasos which had fallen off his head back at the park. Hermes was blinded with fury, delivering blow after blow that sent the goddess even higher into the air until Atlanta was no longer in sight. Elektris reeled backwards with every blow, most of which connected with her jaws and flashes of blue lightning would ripple out with every attack. One would
T H E R E W A S A N eerie and dark ominousness that had befallen the city of Atlanta, following the most inexplicable events that had managed to transpire in the last fourteen hours and it was not just Atlanta. No. This could be felt and seen all over the planet. It had started with the strange visuals coming from the skies. Terrified people from San Francisco were hurrying to evacuate California, moving into Mexico and Canada after the attack on the Golden Gate bridge which then lay split in half, both of its ends dipping into the Pacific. Others from Nigeria reported having seen what they could only associate with the Devil, stating that demons had tore through Lagos Island, wreaking havoc and unleashing chaos as they did so. This was also similar in Brazil after a bright white light had been spotted pouring out of the sky over the city of Rio d
A V E R Y L O U D thumping suddenly emanated. It was coming from the village’s entrance. It sounded like a hundred hammers all hitting the ground alternatingly and the ground shook, dust quickly levitating and clouding the night air. Something else accompanied the hammering noise. Strange snorting noises similar to that of a breathing animal—about a dozen of them.The once tranquil vicinity and night of silence was plunged into a noisy mayhem when there came a very shrill cry that was enough to send both Natasha and Lucas springing up in bed as well as the rest of the villagers.“What the hell was that?” Lucas asked, the enstranged look on Natasha's face telling him she had heard it too.“I&md
S H E H A D A W O K E N with a start, probably from a dream she had had. Natasha sat up on her bed and could see some light coming through the hut’s closed window and could tell it was morning. She then got the urge to pull herself out of bed after which came the hard part—standing. Natasha heaved herself up ever so painfully, fighting through her upset legs and finding the walking staff that Sang had give her, propped its arm rest under her right shoulder and the pressure on her legs loosened. She exhaled and made for the door. Outside, Natasha could see people going about their business in the rising sun that was barely visible over the horizon. She realized that she had gotten up a bit earlier. Cows were being herded out onto the small patches of grass while others were being milked. A young boy ran with a scruffy looking dog away from the village before stopping to lap at water from a flowing