Hey, Author here! This is my first time writing anything other than an essay so play nice.
I don't have much time in my days to write so I wrote this with a fun story in mind and wanted to have some second opinions.
You guys just tell me if you want me to write more at the end of the chapter and I guess we'll see from there.
Anyway. Enjoy the story!
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4 Billion Years Ago
The planet spun slowly, still in its earliest stages of development, at least when compared to the primordial and infinite expanse that is the universe.
After hundreds of millions of years the first signs of life have begun to form on the small planet.
However, that only applies to one plane of existence.
Above the nearly barren rock that is to become Earth in the future, the climax of the greatest war the universe has ever known was underway.
Two armies faced each other. Each side heavily armed, not even daring to blink in fear that they might spark what can only be described as an open matchbox.
The surrounding scenery constantly shifted as if someone were mixing paints together.
The ground was made of what could be mistaken as pure white marble, if not for the slight divine glow that seemed to be emanating from it at all times.
The two armies wore similar armor in structure at least. The only difference would be the symbols adorn by either side.
In front of one side stood a handsome man with blonde hair and purple eyes. His face openly scowled while he glared at the man standing opposed to him across the marble-like field. The symbol on his armor, a radiant sun, glowed a dim yellow light.
Each man was the spitting image of the other, if not for the other man having black hair instead.
The black haired man held a small smirk on his face, but his purple eyes betrayed him, carrying a serious and calculating look. His own regal armor, a similar white to his opponent's, held its own symbol, a simple horn of an unknown animal.
Few of those from the modern era may have even recognized it as the Gjallarhorn. The legendary horn known to ignite the final battle of Ragnarok when blown. And there it was. Strapped to the black haired man's waist, awaiting its purpose to be fulfilled.
The tension was so thick you could taste it. After what seemed like centuries of silent tension the blonde haired man finally gritted his teeth one last time before calling across the battlefield-to-be.
"Lucifer, why are you doing this?! Haven't you killed enough already in the name of your rebellion? If you continue down this path not even God will forgive you!"
The black haired man, now identified as Lucifer, widened his smirk slightly before speaking, his voice resonating across the area.
"My naive brother Gabriel, always the devout believer. God would never have forgiven me after the first blood was drawn. It is too late to turn back from this path. From this point on there is only winning…or dying."
The melancholy in Lucifer's last words were heavy. They hung in the air reminding every soldier on both sides the losses faced to arrive upon this final resting ground.
Noticing the mood among his soldiers, Gabriel straightened his back, his eyes never leaving Lucifer's. "Fear not my comrades!" His armor seemed to glow even brighter as if reacting to his words. "We are not the ones who should be afraid! We who have guarded and cultivated this universe for aeons under the command and grace of God!
"We who did not crumble under the hardships presented before us unlike our brethren in front of us which have been led astray!
"We will not lose to our 'fallen' comrades! Let us show them the might and fury of the Angels! Of God's chosen soldiers!"
Across the pristine field Lucifer smiled one last time before turning his back to Gabriel and facing his own army, preparing for his own speech.
"STAND UP STRAIGHT!"
The loud command boomed throughout the area, shaking the hearts of all those who heard it, friend or foe.
Many looked upon Lucifer, their calm leader whom they had never seen lose his cool, with shock and slight fear from the sudden yell.
"Who do you think you are sulking like that?! Look across this field! Look at their army!"
Lucifer pointed a finger toward Gabriel without ever looking back. The rage in his words and eyes sent a chill down the backs of the younger and even older soldiers.
"Do you know what I see?! I see an obstacle! The final obstacle before we achieve our long awaited goal! Not for ourselves but for our families! Our loved ones!
"Today is the day we march for everything that is wrong with this life! For everything we will change once this cursed war is over!
"Today is the day we turn this field into a memorial for our enemies!
"Today is the day we trample across and charge through 'God's chosen soldiers' and smell the scent of victory on the other side!
"For the tomorrow where we can embrace our loved ones as we return home victorious!"
Lucifer raised his shining sword, its radiance illuminating the faces of the reinvigorated soldiers.
"For tomorrow!"
His army all raised their swords high in unison. "FOR TOMORROW!"
And with that, the last words of the battle had been spoken.
Lucifer reached down to his side and retrieved the Gjallarhorn.
Everyone watched in slow motion as the Gjallarhorn approached his lips and he took a deep breath.
A thunderous sound resonated throughout the field. The horn's call reached the depths of the universe through every plane of existence.
Then, after a beat of silence, a low rumbling could be heard followed by the sound of something cracking.
Suddenly all at once the paint-like background shattered revealing scores upon scores of soldiers on either side, an amount that could only be ironically defined as ungodly.
Another beat of silence passed before…
"CHARGE!"
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Present Time
In a dark land deep beneath the plane of existence that is the universe, much less Heaven, exists Hell.
Even deeper below that, inside what's known by the locals as 'The Pit', something modern humans might call Tarturus, is a building. A prison to be exact. And a very large one at that.
From above the building takes the form of a cross, the protruding sides being the staff offices and quarters and the top and the bottom of the cross seeming to continue on forever.
Continuing even deeper down, below the prison by a few hundred miles, is another hallway. Still long enough to make a human nervous, but not nearly as long as the infinite hallways from above.
Along the sides of the path are dim torches imbued with eternal flames, setting an eerie atmosphere.
Down the hallway. Deep, deep down. Far enough that the end is in sight, is a cell.
The cell is small for the infinite expanse that is the hallway. Though it is not much different from the other six or so cells you would have passed walking down the path.
Inside the cell sits a man, sleeping by the looks of it, his back to the wall.
He seems to be having a dream, or perhaps a nightmare as deduced from his grunting.
Suddenly he snaps awake, smacking the back of his head into the stone wall behind him.
"Shit!"
The man rubs the back of his head for a while before looking towards the wall to his right and the markings covering it almost from top to bottom.
"Two hundred years…
"That should be enough time for them to forget about me, right?"
The man looks outside his cell down the long hallway, slightly nervous despite the fact that no one has visited him in the last fifty years give or take.
He steps back into the center of his cell and lifts up his tattered shirt to reveal a well built yet scarred stomach.
He lifts up his hand and aligns it with one of the old scars.
His nails have clearly been sharpened to a strange degree but it is the only thing that he has that can pierce is skin.
The man takes one deep breath before…
1st Person POV (The Man)
"Fuuuuuck!"
My fingers stabbed into my side, my sharpened nails doing their intended purpose.
'I would have hidden it somewhere else if I knew it was going to hurt this much!'
Blood gushes out from my side for a full minute until I find what I'm looking for.
"Got it!" I exclaim to no one as I pull the bloody ring from my body.
I try to cover up the wound but the blood keeps gushing out. I can feel myself losing strength in my fingers as I drop the ring to the ground and my head starts to feel light.
I mutter to myself for some self motivation. "Just a little bit longer. You can do it, me!"
Soon enough my wound begins to close and after around thirty seconds I'm good as new.
"Phew!" I fall onto my back and let my body work its magic before trying to stand up again.
Once I can feel my legs I stand up and stretch to help circulate all the newly made blood in my body.
"Alright, let's do this."
I pick up the ring still covered in my blood and take a moment to examine it again after such a long time. The large gem in the middle of it reflects all of my regrets back into my eyes.
"Persephone…"
I spend another few minutes reminiscing about the past before snapping out of my daze and getting ready.
I put the ring on the middle finger of my right hand and glance at the thick orichalcum bars that have been enhanced by magic and divine power.
"Sorry buddy," I look at the small smiley face I spent decades painstakingly scraping into one of the bars. "It's you or my freedom."
With that I pull back my arm and swing full force at the smiley face.
I feel a slight resistance as the barrier begins to activate but the high-grade divine crystal on my ring delays it just enough to where the crystal makes contact with the bar making a sharp scraping sound.
One…two…five times. On the tenth I hear it.
*Crack*
"Here we go…"
*Boom!*
The loud explosion resonates through the long corridor.
My eardrums pop from the noise but I can't feel it. Not after taking that explosion face first.
I lay against the back wall once again. This time with blood leaking from, well, everywhere.
Bones protrude from my body in every direction and I have long passed out from the pain.
A minute passes and I wake up to a type of torture. The regenerative kind.
I try to scream but my throat is crushed. Along with my spine…and lungs…and pretty much everything else.
After what feels like centuries of bones creaking and popping, veins reconnecting, and wounds closing, I finally stand up.
I crack my neck and look towards ground zero of my suicide bomb.
A smirk works its way onto my face as I take in the view.
In front of me is an empty space where a line of orichalcum bars once stood.
Fragments of metal are strewn across the floor and my smiley face is nowhere in sight.
"Now this is a jailbreak!"
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