THE DELUGE

The whole world seemed to have been engulfed in an unending mass of darkness. All reality seemed to be in a feeble state, as if it could crack at any moment. The pressure was so overbearing that not even birds dared to fly in the sky for they were overwhelmed by the fear of the unknown. The clouds seemed to be aware of that selfsame notion as they congealed and converged spontaneously.

Suddenly, a being appeared in the air, battle-worn! His dark armour was in tatters and only his sanguine sword remained unscathed. His expression was heavy, bangs of hair covering his upper face, blurring most of his facial features. Most except a sinister smile that lurked on his face. The wind seemed to be in a hurry to uncover his secrets as it blew at his face…

The whole world seemed to have stilled at that moment. That was no longer beauty that could be described using human logic… that was transcendent beauty. His face looked so tender and delicate, so sure to invoke ire in any female on-looker. His lips were acutely shaped, striking through the lust of any being that would look at them. His eyes were actually the most phenomenal, carrying a dark hue to them so pure that it seemed to represent the eternal void of darkness itself.

His face suddenly turned solemn, in such a way that it would make the heart of any living creature to tremble! The air pulsed! With such force that the skies pulsed along with it. Not even the earth was spared. The pressure being emitted increased a hundredfold as an unfathomable silhouette appeared in the sky. The halo of light around it so bright that it even dazzled the sun.

The being's disposition was so calm. It was as if nothing in existence could obliterate its dominion. It stared at the dark transcendent and calmly uttered,

"Belshazaar!!"

"Your time against the heaven's will is depleted, accept your fate!"

The one called Belshazaar seemed to have been incited by these words as he angrily replied,

"Who are you to say so, Haroth? It's not like you yourself are going to survive in the end! Why kill me?"

"Because...you...are...too...evil! FOR THIS WORLD!!" Haroth blared

With no further ado, Haroth stretched his hands and all the light in the world seemed in awe of his might. Belshazaar was frightened, this was a world rendering move! Only the Celestial Emperor used this move and its results had been deemed no less fascinating. He had eliminated a quarter of the hordes of hell under Roath, Belshazaar's own foster father avec that move.

The light converged into a massive ball as it headed for Belshazaar. Various thoughts ran through his mind. Did he really deserve to die? He had kept a low profile. But still these guys had gotten him involved in Ragnarok. He kept on wondering if that was how he was going to die!? With countless unfinished dreams? Was this how despair felt like?

With a new sort of frenzy, Belshazaar opened his eyes and raced for the huge ball of light with his sanguine sword and the two clashed...

Everything was utterly obliterated. Haroth stood valiantly before suddenly dropping down and.... Belshazaar's body could not be traced- not even a hint of its existence could be detected. But when one looked closer, they would see... a dark glimmering hue... right above the place where the clash had just taken place.!