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A Story Called Destiny

What would happen if one day your life changed drastically? If everything you have for granted disappeared in just one moment? If you wanted to go back to the past and fix your mistakes, but you realize that it isn't possible? In that case, will you blame someone? Will you accept his demands on a good term and surrender to his omnipotent status? Or will you get up and face him with all your will? Welcome to one of those possibilities. This is my story... a story called destiny

SilverMigri · Ação
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Asriel vs Zeke (V)

"With this I was able to free Zeke and we both joined forces to escape. Inside there were some kind of golems that acted as guards, they were big, scary and slow, but he protected me from all of them! Despite the way he talks he is a good person"

What a surprise. It seems that the Zeke I encountered upon arriving in this city is not the real thing, but someone who is impersonating him. Assuming that's true, the fake must have some kind of Object capable of mimicking another human, including his appearance, voice, weapon and abilities. Now that's a dangerous opponent to face.

So the real one helped Maria and the 2 of them managed to escape from their prison. Can I trust his words and believe that he is actually a good person? I have to assume he's the same guy I met in the capital, right? That would mean that the last time I saw him he tried to kill me to steal my katana, although for some reason he didn't succeed.

I don't know, I still have my doubts.

"I see you can keep up your pace" said one of the 2 Zeke to the other, presumably the original. "However you are not able to use all my power at 100%, that's your limit imposter"

His attacks were considerably faster, it could be because he was the real one or because the impersonator is tired from our fight, I don't know.

Finally with a cut he tore the fake's back and a straw doll flew out of it, very reminiscent of a voodoo doll. The imposter began to look blurry distorting his appearance and ended up changing his shape completely.

"Y, you bastard!"

To my surprise a woman appeared in his place. Apparently that artifact could change sex, age and even height.

"Is that all you have to offer? Ha, you're just a cheap imitation"

As the Object moved away from the woman her copying ability disappeared as did the scythe, so even that weapon was a product of illusion. The cloak he had on his shoulder still remains there, apparently it's her.

"... I can't let it end here"

Then the imposter opened the cloak covering herself with it, as she did so her silhouette began to fade.

"You will not escape. Hollow Force!"

The blade of his weapon was bathed in a black cloud that was hurled towards her position.

A gravity-like effect began to swallow the air nearby and as it disappeared the imposter materialized again. She didn't manage to escape from that technique, although that Object seemed to protect her from harm.

"Damn! I have no choice but to resort to-" she said trying to get something out of her pocket.

To her surprise Zeke was already behind her pointing the tip of his scythe at her jugular.

"It's over you idiot" he stressed burying it quickly in her neck, where blood immediately began to gush out. She lost her life instantly. Her body fell to the floor inert, her head rolled to the opposite side.

Maria looked away and buried her face in my chest. Undoubtedly that way of acting is the same one I remember, the one that attacked me that day after my fight against Victor. That of a person who doesn't give importance to the life of a human outside himself.

"That...?"

From the woman's corpse her cloak was bathed in light and transformed into a sphere, just like the voodoo doll lying on the floor. Inside her clothes another one appeared.

The 3 spheres gathered over her corpse, as if confirming her death and 2 of them rose into the air and disappeared. The remaining one approached Zeke and he reached out to take it. This became the cloak he had seen before.

"Great, now it's mine"

Zeke placed it on his left shoulder, as if it was his trophy for his victory.

"Is it over now?" wondered Maria.

"I think so" I replied standing up leaning against her.