All Endings Must Have A Beginning

The destruction of Eradonia had been the greatest thing ever to come out of Eradonia since the creation of the realm. The realm had been but an after effect of the Mecca of magic itself, Eradonia had been the core of it all.

He had to admit that the world of mortals was much more comfortable to be in that the realm he had been born in, although his last attempt in the mortal world had not gone so well, upon sight of the dead lizard, the mighty killing beasts that grew ever more sparse.

They were nearly impossible to kill, but being of the senior ranking realm nobles he had seen many of these rise and fall, glorious in form and prowess indeed, but as susceptible as any animal. It was the killer he was worried about, the dark elf with the war axe, using the blood of his creator, the realm god Ares, against them.

Any realm gladiator would have died as well, as powerful as they were most were proud, he’d once been as proud as them. There would have been a time where he would have fought Dominic, gotten in a deadly one on one match, realm power vs mortal power.

He might have prevailed, but he knew if he was to get his revenge it was best not to attack so rashly. With this he was lowered to the status of warrior, but he would gain his power. Watching from a plane’s window as Adonis, powered by the remnant of their creator, killed Jolene.

And then it came, Eradonia caved into the great ocean, the power Mecca gone forever. And with the destruction of the core half of it went out across the world, never equalling Eradonia’s level, the normal world would finally gain some of that.

But as the power left, half the power was drown into the power chasm, the darkest most sinister part of the realm. Rather than blue, it was blood red and hatred black swirling energy, this was where he got most of his power, if you could harvest the negative energy it was much more powerful than the blue energy.

Of course as he did this he was tagged a heretic of the old ways, he now stood again in the tribunal. Looking up at the large U-Shaped table, everything was the same here, everything was the same swirling patterns of pure energy. " Warrior Hadrian come forth and propose to us your fiendish plan so we can turn it down and get on with our day."

The Realm Queen chuckled at this, Hadrian hated this, he would rather die than to become like the others from Ares’ race, prone to emotions. It had been a year since the destruction and with the power came the disease that was emotions.

Standing as polite as he could, suppressing the smile this would not take long. He’d planned for this a long time, as much as he loved his home, the realm was nothing but an Empire come and gone, too stupid to realise it was dead, only Hadrian had seen this, and could take advantage of it.

They’d ignored the power in the chasm, but after centuries of being immersed into it, allowing it to degrade his mind and fill it with pure power he had created the chasm amulet. Pulling it from under his shirt he made certain the Nobles could see; the intricate design of the chasm, a red and black swirl with one eye in the middle.

Frowning at this Hadrian rubbed the beautiful chasm amulet and said, " I didn’t come for your approval, I just came to say good bye." before they could come to the realisation he acted, pressing the eye the patterns of red and black began to swirl, creating a hole in Hadrian as well.

A hole straight to his magical cortex, as the Nobles looked puzzled it began, their energy began to get drained away. Looking up with sudden realisation as they were pulled in by a mighty wind, the whole realm was getting sucked into this one realm warrior, it was absurd.

As the world began to lose colour and power, turning from blue pure energy to grey slushy substance the nobles were drawn in as well, yelling with no avail as their power was added to Hadrian’s own. His teeth were clenched in pain, when it all ended the chasm amulet fused with him.

The power of his entire race kept in his magical cortex, opening his eyes he felt a new power within him, quickly silencing the nobles who now lived within him he could already harvest this power. Looking around he hated it, the stench of nothingness was appalling.

Pulling out a long vial he scooped a large quantity of realm slime, looking up to the now open wormhole to his new home a smile flickered on his face, it was time to meet his creator.

***

Thee of the twelve were now gathered, one was missing for everything to be as planned. Peddler, god of greed, wealth and wine. There was himself, the Realm God, followed by Zyrus the god of seven deadly sins. Ignoring the rest for a moment a sudden prickling sensation came in his back.

Tingling as though warning him he turned quickly, as he turned activating his shield at full power to receive a barrage of energy strikes, two powerful beams of red and black energy, whoever was attacking him, they were powerful. Summoning power from deep inside of himself he launched a mighty counter attack.

Snakes of fire and water began to slither along the beams of energy, growing in size and might as they drew energy from the attack itself. The attacker tried to draw in his power but the snakes did not permit it, reaching the attacker he screamed in pain as they enveloped him with freezing water and intense fire.

Turning visible the realm warrior fell to his knees, quickly doing a backflip back to his feet he pointed at Ares, " Realm god, you may possess great power but I do not fear you, I have come to claim your title."

Smiling at this Ares pondered this, actually feeling a bit tired after the assault it would be best to end this quickly. Pulling two swords from his back he approached the realm warrior, they both looked identical except for the difference in skin.

Both long dread locks, both had the same build and both had power fused in them, making them more powerful than they’d been intended to be. Weapons drawn they circled each other, waiting for the perfect moment to strike. The gods watched, certain on how this conflict would end.

Cutting his arm so that a small a few drops of blood fell upon the blades, with a large grin he said, " Azranos bloodikinos" the few droplets of blood began to replicate themselves, spreading across the sharp blades until they were completely blood red. Stopping the predatorial pacing they stopped, facing each other.

Weapons at the ready, eyes gazing into each other, dark red and black cyclones in his eyes looking into the yellow cyclones that were Ares’ own eyes. Sneering at Ares’ malicious grin Hadrian moved in with the attack, jumping in a front flip as both blades swung diagonally for his chest.

The swords however hit nothing but air, ducking just in time to avoid decapitation he turned quickly, swinging one sword at his legs while keeping the other for defence. They both moved at the same speed, swirling into motion like wisps of fast moving steam. Assaulting each other only to be forced into parrying, dodging and counter attacks.

Metal clashed as they fought ferociously, both holding the power of an entire people within each other they swung hard at each other, both using so much force the blades broke upon impact, sending shards of blade flying everywhere.

Looking up at each other Hadrian asked, " What now? We fight hand to hand combat? I was born of you, I know your every move because I am you. I know you don’t want to be a god, so why don’t we compromise?" Not giving a chance to respond Ares was on him, kicking him in the chin he fell to the ground in pain.

Punching him hard in the jaw Hadrian fell back, sprawled against Peddler’s feet. Kicking him back Ares grabbed him by the hair, lifting him he said, " I am your god, and you fought me and now you will die!"

Hadrian might have been able to fend himself, but he could not muster the strength to move as Ares pounded him with strong bone chattering attacks. Just as he began to get some fight into him Ares’ hand stopped on the chasm medallion, running his fingers against its intricate design he said, " A gift of reconciliation?"

Before he could do anything Ares’ hand was replaced by a clawed one, digging the sharp jagged claws into his flesh around the amulet Hadrian groaned in pain, looking up at Ares for mercy but finding nothing but the hunger for power and survival.

Ripping the amulet right out of his chest Hadrian began to ooze with blue bubbling blood, his essence leaving his body he grasped loudly for air. He’d felt so much power, he’d never foreseen the possibility of defeat, and yet here he laid.

Leaving him with barely enough essence to survive Ares looked over the amulet, putting it on the power infused with Ares, the part of Ares that had been sacrificed on birth was now in him again. Feeling the surge of power within him he cracked his neck, as Zyrus went to kill him Ares said, " Let him go, let him die in peace for he has given me what I wanted."

Frowning he let him go, crawling slowly away Ares turned as the Emperor finally arrived, " I see Ares has established himself as the superior force once again, Hadrian has done us a great favour. We may not have Hades, but we have the realm."

Without warning they all suddenly found themselves seated at a long table, mirror like reflection showing all their stern faces the Emperor began with the introductions. " Ares, the Realm God"

They all acknowledged him quietly, having witnessed his fury he moved on to the next, "Zyrus the god of seven deadly sins." They all looked over his rough animal like traits, very bulky with long black hair and a very pale complexion, he originated from the middle eastern lands, a feudal country.

Done presenting Dark Fairy walked in, the Olympians had begun with Cronos and Rhea, The Emperor and Dark Fairy quickly took the role as soon as possible. There would be no revolt, no eating of children or drinking enchanted goat milk, they would stay united. Coughing the Peddler said, " Ok, thank’s pops but I can introduce myself, The Peddler be my name and alcohol be my game, I kill if I have to and am no pushover."

Chuckling at this the Emperor began giving out orders which they would all obey, not because he was the authority, but because it benefited them. The Emperor had been a genius with the curse, they were all dependant on power and the Emperor offered power. They would obey him and he would supply them with what they longed for.

" Ares, there is a continent far west where the wilderness and the natives live as one, they are at peace and within that peace is one that is not so peaceful, the goddess of wilderness, go get her." Without responding Ares was gone, with his trademark vanishing of simply disappearing.

Stepping in Dark Fairy massaged Peddler’s shoulders, standing behind him, " In the land where Christianity spawned is a woman much like yourself, crude, alcoholic, and greedy, go get her and bring her back here. You’ll know who and where she is."

Turning he got to his feet, standing immobile for a minute he turned with a large smile, " For all the inadequacies I have forgotten how to teleport, is it dispiradus or dispiriados?" With that last word he was gone in a wisp of acrid black smoke, the signature of an amateur.

Zyrus remained seated, watching all with perplexing curiosity, " As for you Zyrus, I want you to build an army of great mass and power, the best mortals on the plane of this earth and I want you to train them and when they are ready, bring them to me."

Getting to his feet he bowed and walked out, large curved scimitars clinging together he left, leaving the Emperor and the Dark Fairy alone she laughed out loud, " Are you sure this is a good idea? The Peddler doesn’t seem to fit into the part of god."

Smiling at this he brushed some hair out of his face, " No, he is the perfect candidate. I could not see anyone better suited. The time of the Olympians will end, but all endings must have a beginning, here we are witnessing the beginning of what promises to a time of pure chaos."