VERSE VII
Feathers afloat, the air grim and sullen with blood and decay.
Scattered in their presence, the feathers burned— burned for they were no longer connected to a living being.
A squirming sound, displeasing to ear , increased its frequency.
An otherworldly sight, and the angel —now fallen was swallowed into an abyss of utter dismay.
Her gaze upon him, terrified and broken. She had never seen immortality like such, no regeneration had exhumed lies and defies the laws of life and creation.
Yet, she bit her lip. Her golden blood, now sullied with black matter.
She reeked of decay.
But he stood atop her, his feet still between her breasts, with an overwhelming stance that slowly cracked her chest cage.
Horrific! She could not move at all.
Broken and in despair, thoughts lingered no longer.
Her visibility reduced to a blur, a splurge of darkness and grim colors penetrated her mind.
A gurgle escaped her throat, now begun spewing blood inept of golden color.
A testimony to her new fallen status.
Menacingly, malice emanated from his overpowering stance upon her.
Like a solemn condemnation of a devil by the archangel Michael.
Divinity had left her, evidence lay upon her mouth.
The thick blood which produced an awful smell.
Yet, the time vacuum which she created with her divinity has not vanished nor dissipated.
It's going to be a gamble!.
" Damn you!" Her voice sparked with her rage, hard coughs plunging her throat into agony.
Heat surged through her as she bit her tongue.
In an instant, she has reversed time.
Time in the vacuum to her angelic state.
Yet, he stood atop her..
But now in her reversed divinity state, she saw his tears.
Tears through such malevolent organisms that swarmed his body and laced his skin.
Not that it mattered to her, but why shall he shed a tear?.
Instantly preying upon this moment as an opportunity, she unravelled a golden light, light so blinding, it instantly took the being upon her aback.
Enhancing her body with her temporary divinity, she surged power through her veins, striking the core of Kato's body in less than a second.
A speed so fast, the reaction and vibration of the punch rippled between the space of the time vacuum causing partial cracks in vacuum to a void.
Seraphina felt her fist burn in the process, but it was a good sign.
Divinity only burns when it's polar opposite is in its presence.
The polar opposite of divinity is prevalent in many forms, but it all stems from one notion, one energy, source or matter.
Seraphina had even greater reason to fear.
But her presence, the divinity in her instantly seemed to vanish.
Kato has placed a hand on her arm, the arm which she has struck him with.
He was covered in flames, flames of divinity that condemned him.
An electrifying wave washing over her, fastening her feet into the soil beneath them.
The earth unable to bear and absorb the supernatural any longer broke open.
Letting out wails that seemed to ravage her ears like the screams of the dead.
She knew the source of those screams, a testimony to the death of the spirits of the soil, the spirits of the earth or as a certain race called it, an earth elemental Spirit.
Like a porous pot, matter emanated from Kato.
Malignant and obliterating.
She strained herself, rupturing her veins to envelope her in divine light.
Warping her belief into creating restoration, her perception of time has heightened.
Instantly warping the vacuum they were in into her own time sequence.
The voids created by the spark of the clash of divinity and it's opposite were slowly covered.
Her wings ;bones by bones, flesh by flesh, feather with feather attached themselves.
In ligaments and golden blood, she had to destroy the carrier of such power here.
While not at her a quarter percent of her dull strength, her fallen state is what she cannot reverse.
All this power is emanating from her belief, the belief she has upheld for thousands of years.
Still stuck in such a mannerless pose, she couldn't seem to remove her arm out of Kato.
Nor would Kato let her arm go.
The time sequence didn't work upon him, as his state of being could not be reversed.
Which is highly impossible unless he knows how to break the sequence of time.
Which again is supposed to be impossible, but yet before her, her doubts existed, evident and void of denial.
The tension of power gradually broke the space in the vacuum. The soil instantly crushed, heat vaporizing nature to it's molten state.
They both let out groans of agony, the zipping feeling of power erasing the life force between them was devastating.
And questions where what lay in Seraphina's mind?.
Why did the gods condemn her?.Why now when she was to fight against him?. Why was she his guide and none other?.
She had an answer to these questions...but she had thought them as wrong.
Deeming them wrong is the only way to retain her belief.
This constant time sequence is stemming from her belief, rewinding the existence of her power to the state she was before her fall.
Yet it was not good enough, she needs to regain more but her heart could not carry it.
She needs to persevere and hold on, releasing the doubts she had in her belief and release everything.
Her belief she has to hold on to, is the gods want her to kill this boy, no... A boy is too demeaning of such conspicuity and dignity she sees in the soul.
A soul whose lifespan has stretched for years, yet she could not read into this soul.
A soul essence depraved of happiness and life matter, that was what he carried.
Essence that seemed to made up of years and years on end, piled upon each other.
Yes, it was befitting of a this soul to have killed her sister.
Yet she held her belief.
Instantly, Kato removed his hand from her arm and struck her chest.
Sticking his hand between her breasts, holding onto the bones of her ribcage.
Yet Seraphina flinched not, blood splurging out of her nostrils and her chest.
She gnashed her teeth.
On a rising wedge now, they both began to burn.
The angel in flames void of color yet devastating matter of black, the boy— in golden flames that seemed to emanate life.
Their screams pulsating the air, reacting with the supernatural within the vacuum, reopening realms instantly.
An agonizing stalemate, frozen to such a mannerless pose.
No movement, no punches nor talks. Pure willpower and emotions fueling their battle.
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A power clash forbidden by the rules of existence, had began to destroy the molecules of reality.
Ever increasing belief of the angel, and ever decreasing happiness of the boy created ripples within the time sequence.
Cackles of thunder, explained the tearing of the reality and the void.
Their powers has now begun to climb a star sequence, and they both know what it was.
Here imaginations and reality began to overlap, and thoughts became visible and seen.
The clash of forbidden opposites has torn away time sequence instantly, creating a space within the vacuum bereft of time.
With foundational law of existence,Time, destroyed, the past, present, future , reality and instances began to overlap with realms..
Their beliefs gnawing at their flesh and bones as they burned...
Their despairs actualizing, and clinging upon their bodies, scraping their flesh in a vicious manner.
Their wails were reinforced, pain reignited and rekindled.
This boy before her possessed the root of all forms of the polar opposite of divinity.
His soul's essence is that which all forms of evil and profanity were born.
Polar opposites.... Divinity and Iniquity.
Their power has now begun to round off to endlessness, what the humans of Eidengard called infinity.
With such a devastating battle, a devastating risk equally lay along side.
Beings of other dimensions have already begun to notice such disaster, yet the real risk was the erasure of the reality of the continent and the erasure of their souls.
As their powers increased to endlessness, so does their agony.
And at some point, before even leaving the starting sequence to path of endlessness, would they be consumed of agony and power, the laws of existence would turn against them, crashing all realities they had had actualized in the battle, and slowly they would burn into nothingness.
Endlessness could never be reached, nor had their battle of such magnitude even left the starting point to begin a journey to endlessness.
What instantly rose the stakes and set tis battle on the sequence was because of the nature of power between them, absolute opposites clashing against each other.
A battle of self sacrifice, this would mean nothing if one of them has backed down.
They both know it in their hearts, yet none was willing to let go.
They equally had their own yet opposite beliefs
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A soul bereft of happiness, clad in malevolence..
Yes.
How befitting to kill her sister...
As her sister, Angel Ariel hath died two hundred and twenty-five years ago.
This being before her was no boy, how...what, —
Who is he?