20 The Seed (1)

A massive rip in the sky appeared above the Saras Kingdom's territory. The sun, that shone brightly before, now burned with a weak orange intensity.

Dark wisps of smoke came falling down to the ground near a large area of wilderness fifty kilometres from the capital.

A man stood looking at the gap he had torn in the sky, with a twisted smile. Before he merged with the seed, he was the god of trickery.

Now he was a full grown man, looking as though he were in his twenties, his blue hair, had turned black, his eyes were completely white and glowed strong and brilliant.

His was surrounded by a golden aura tinged with red. An aura of creation tained with corruption. He was no longer a being of this universe.

He was someone who belonged neither in this world or the worlds above it. He was an abomination.

Twenty beams of light flew out of the rip and landed meters away from Loki.

"Loki, what have you done?" The god of Evil asked with pain in his voice.

"So you parasites have finally shown yourselves. I know you are unable to manifest fully in this realm without multiple sacrifices so I chose to leave the door open for you...and other guests." He spoke with a sense of control and lacked any sign of fear.

"I have gone further than you all could even imagine. We dared to call ourselves gods but you all have no idea what exists out there. Even as I am now, I can only see bits of a larger picture and even I see that we were truly insignificant."

The words were unshakable. He spoke as though it were an absolute truth.

"I am no longer Loki. I am something greater...much, much greater." He paused, consumed in his own thoughts and then said, "I am beyond good and evil, gods and mortals, I am infinite and my name is Emyrs."

The Primordial gods did not take his words lightly. They could feel the terrifying power in the air. They were in danger and they knew it.

"Call yourself whatever you like," the god of Evil spoke, "you will die today!"

The gods summoned their divine regalia, warrior armours, swords, spears, shields, daggers, lances and took defensive stances.

Emyrs smirked. "You had a chance at beating me when I was a seed but with this body as it is now, none of you are my match." His hands were clasped behind his back as he spoke.

"Hey, Daliah, I hope you have your affairs in order." The god of Chaos spoke in the calmest voice he could muster.

"You will die before I do, Rio." She smiled bitterly.

The gods increased their battle auras, they took their stances, they firmly gripped their weapons and charged at Emrys together.

Their weapons aimed to kill with one strike. Emrys smirked.

The gods, launched in the air and came down solely trying to eradicate their former disciple.

Emyrs jumped backwards and leapt into the air with ferocious speed.

Where he had been standing was a crater made by the weapons of the gods.

"Pathetic." Emyrs called on his mana. The power he controlled felt calm, stable and kind but the spell he cast was vile.

Ten white tentacles, covered in wet wounds and withering skin, shot out grabbing the gods and attempting to keep them still.

The gods, hacked and slashed but whenever one tentacle fell, two rose to replace it.

"This is not working! Daliah, use your life aura to calm and vanquish these disgusting things!" the god of chaos shouted while chopping at a tentacle.

"You stupid overgrown son of a tree sprite!" Daliah hurled the insult at her comrade as she swung her twin swords. "Do you think I have not tried?"

"There is something wrong with this Emyrs' magic. It does not conform to the rules of this universe." The god of Knowledge spoke, in both admiration and horror.

"When one grabs you, it's mana flow disrupts our magic and drains stamina. We can only use melee combat but only if we do our best not to get grabbed otherwise we will be too weak to fight!"

"The one known as Loki did tell you. I am more than you could possibly fathom." Emyrs said with a smirk.

He summoned his mana again and the sky darkened. The crack in the sky went wild with energy that was unrecognisable to the gods.

Hundreds of grotesque winged humanoid beasts with silver bodies and spiked tentacles for arms came out of the crack. They landed in their legion, seven feet tall, awaiting their orders.

They had no eyes. They had no nose. They had no ears. Their mouths were set in the centre of their faces, full or razer sharp fangs.

"What are those things?" The goddess of Nature asked. Her voice laden with disgust.

"It does not matter what they are. Let's move away from these tentacles and destroy the newcomers!"

It was unclear which god said it but they all agreed. They hacked away again, freed themselves and teleported fifty metres away.

The tentacles did not relent. They grew longer and gave chase.

"This is obscene! Is there anything they cannot do?!" The gods fought relentlessly but the tentacles kept coming.

"I curse the day our unlucky spirits descended into this universe. It's absolutely sh*t!"

"The godsbane actually fought odds even greater than this and not only survived but won!" Another god stated.

"You cannot compare us to that being!"

"I was not comparing. I was simply stating that we should keep these beasts occupied until He gets here. It is the only way!" These were the words of wisdom from the god who governed it.

The other gods were silent. They dared not stop fighting but they considered the idea of buying time and finally nodded. They had no choice. This was the new plan.

"There will be no need for that." A new voice announced. "I have been here for a while now."