Asura, The Sin of Wrath.
(“My.. That’s my partner.”)“Shut up! The Savior does not need such insolence! Just flutter! Flutter and die!” The Savior outbursted, shuddering on the mosiac floor. The others stared momentarily before disregarding.
“Nobody’s going to mention the elephant in the room?” Zachariah itched his neck, The Savior on the floor only mere inches away from his feet. “How is our most infamous serial murderer only in arms length, not even killed yet?”
“He was immortal.” Amarze’s smile glowed from the Throne, “That’s why Thidos decided to make him into a test-subject. We didn’t find anything, nothing at-all from his immortality. So Thidos decided to send the sample to a pocket-universe, surprised how he made it through. All those dimensions and stuff.”
“You speak if you were right there.” Lucius grinned.
“I was. I was the one who brought that—” Amarze was interrupted by The Savior’s mummuring.
(“They mock you.”)
“I know— I know Masalor..”
(“But do they know of the truth?”)
“They do not and you are not Masalor. We are…”
(“Ich wünsche mir, nein, wir wünschen uns, die Alte Welt zurückzubringen.”)
“Dann werden wir Luzifer in die H?lle folgen und die Wahrheit des Erl?sers ans Licht bringen.” The Savior spoke in a foreign language, body laid out on the mosiac of Asura as everyone’s attention finally was drawn towards him.
“What the fuck is he saying?” Jeremiah’s eyebrows raised, his eyes darting toward Amarze. “Come on, you know everything don’t you?”
“I just joined the realm of the living and that’s what is told to me?” Amarze smirked.
“Don’t be snide— this bastard is breaking Levy’s rule.” Zachariah scoffed, walking closer toward the Savior who was spasming on the ground. “The rule of universal tongue.”
“He’s not speaking Omalgan.” Abriam itched his neck.“The Old World?”
Anubis’s eyes lit up, “Wait… I’ve heard this language before.”
“He’s speaking in—” Kanae was cut off by Anubis who rushed forward, crouching toward The Savior.
Anubis held the Imp’s head, giving a glowing white grin as he stared into his pale eyes.
“He’s speaking in GERMAN!”
“German? You mean germs?” Ishtar slodged her head on her right, her eyes glimmering. “That’s the stuff that—”
“No! A foreign, forbidden language of the world! He truly has consumed all knowledge!”
“Anubis?” Tagma’s face dropped, “What are you getting at?”
“If he’s gonna become a sympathiser for that killer.” Zachariah’s eyes lowered, “I’d have to—”
“Shut up Angel.”
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“W—”
Zachariah’s eyes stared at the Pharoah.
The Regalia around the Pharoah’s body glew. Anubis’s body shot up, muscles bulging. His pristine white linen clothes fluttered due to wind gushing through the window. Anubis’s Nemes bopped upward as his face contorted into a large smile, his crimson and amber eyes spiralling inward.
Xeras’s body flopping upside down, his face facing a mural of Teysu Hama crying in a desert.
“Anubis.” Kanae’s teeth grit, “Are you this hungry for knowledge? Willing to—”
“Willing to do what!” Anubis’s grills spat on the murals, his eyes concentrated on Kanae who was standing firm alongside the other Rebels. Then his eyes laid on, “Lucius. You want to know the truth of the Old World? Do you not!”
“Is this truly the way you’ll go with this?” Lucius sighed, flapping his wings downard— covering his body as if it was a blanket. “You’ll become an enemy.”
“An enemy? For seeking knowledge.” The Pharoah of a Land that no longer Exists flung his arm to The Savior, who was mumbling on the ground.
“You are ditching the Rebellion to join the symbol of Rebellion itself? Causing true anomie.” Zachariah scoffed, he walked closer to Xeras’ body. Zachariah’s hand drifted to Xeras’ chest, instinctively triggering that cursed copy-ability of his—old habits of caution never died.
“Anubis… you must die for Super-Peace.”
“Die for seeking knowledge?
Die for wishing to know the truth?
How many decades, centuries, milenia must past before we as humanity acknoweldge the truth? The truth that we don’t know exists, how we have such memories— such ideologies. Such personalities, such Regalia. Without it even canonically existing? Scroll through a timeline— was Egypt real?
Yes, but not here. Not in this existence— not within either of the realms. Egypt did not exist in either Floria, Ostra or even Invalia. So how long must it be for us to recognise we are not the first in time? Ezekiel said it did he not? If that man, Xeras Timpleson, who lies and sprouts himself as God even though he is truly a miserable king were to wake up, would he not say Ezekiel said that?
But why must we let our own human emotions cloud judgement, cloud reality! Cloud the truth!
I remember watching the Reprisal. The Second One featuring so many of you that are here today, some of you see it as traumatic— whereas I see it as true enlightenment. Yet disregarding everything that happened within that last challenge, I remember one small aspect.
I remember Famine’s words.
“The victim is Roxanne Martinez— 16 year old Florian girl, her heritage in the old world would be Mexican— those are the facts…”
What coursed my mind during that hour, when I watched this trial go live in my Medean home wasn’t this teenage girl’s murder. But instead, how he knew… and how none of you noticed. How none of you care about the old world— so you forget it but it’s outcome is what will eventually happen.
The Old World ended with war right— so will this world. It is a never-ending ouroboros that will consume everything.
So what I’ll do with this little knowledge I have from scavenging libairies, from researching online. What I’ll do is join someone who knows.
Zero may be evil, but we all are.
Zero may be the AntiChrist— but even the devil knows knowledge.
He is the Savior, not solely of Invalia. But of existence itself. He won’t stop the war as that is not his purpose— but he’ll inact the true trumpets, the true four knights of apocaplyse.
True Famine!
True War!
True Conquest!
True Death!
For he is all and spiral incarnate— for he is the truth.
So those who wish to know the truth before death, for this realm of Floria will not last longer.
Join! Join me— join him. Disregard your human emotions for they do not need to inhabit you! We are beyond that! Join The Savior.”
Anubis screamed, holding his arms out. Protecting The Savior who was on the floor.
Silence befall the room.
Ilya stopped crying as stood up. Staring beside Nyx.
Zachariah glared at Anubis, before blowing out air.
“Anubis.” Kanae mummured, as Tagma laid an arm around his neck. The young men stared before closing their eyes.
Ishtar’s eyes rummaged around the room as: Amarze had a large smile on his face, Jeremiah crushed the lollipop within his mouth with his teeth and Rosamire sighed.
“Fuck it.” A voice within the Rebels group echoed within the room.
Tagma and Kanae turned around staring at Abriam who shook his head.
“Kappa? What the hell are you doing?” Kanae’s eyes dilated.
“Not even saying my name? What a bitch— always wanted to ditch you anyway.”
“Abriam.”
“Now you’ll say it, what a good leader. Same leader let majority of his own Rebellion twinkle into nothing. What the hell do we have left?
No point staying here— it’s all over.” Abriam began to walk toward Anubis.
“I have no idea about what went down within your Rebellion quarters.” Zachariah stared at Abriam, “But you know if you move any closer— you’ll be considered an enemy of Floria and—”
“And what? Floria is going to fully destroy soon, that sky is a showcase of it.”
“And where will you go? Your existence will distrupt the process of Super-Peace.”
“I’ve heard enough of that ‘Super-Peace’ bullshit. Maybe you got that from the Old World, maybe not. Who the hell cares, standing around doing nothing is boring.
My girlfriend’s dead and I’m stuck with you losers— why the hell would I stay in the boonies?” Abriam stood beside Anubis, his depression lifting upward as he smiled.
“Bastard.” Tagma snarked.
“I’m bored okay. Maybe this will be some fun.”
The Savior stood up. Like a ghost he arose, coveting his arms around his new followers.
“Als Sie dies in der Zukunft gesehen haben, hatten Sie Angst?”
(“Kannst du damit aufh?ren? Das entspricht nicht dem Weg der Tr?gheit.Kannst du damit aufh?ren? Das entspricht nicht dem Weg der Tr?gheit.”)
“Ich folge einem Weg, der darauf ausgerichtet ist, der Erl?ser zu sein.” The Savior roared swiping his hand at Ishtar.
The Seraphim stood still, jitterring around before….
Collapsing into blood soaked, perfectly even cubes which rolled on a mosiac of Xeras Timpleson fighting Miles Philips.
But before anyone could notice or scream…
The Savior and his disciples were gone.