Chapter 2: Zero’s Revenge

Gadreel stood with a sinister smirk playing on his lips, his eyes narrowed as he looked down at his trembling hands. The shake wasn't from fear—it was pure anticipation. Power hummed within his soul, vibrating through every cell in his body. He felt alive, more than he'd felt in eons. 

After all, Gadreel wasn't just the second-ranked member of the Tainted Survivors, the most formidable guild in Earth's history—he was also one of the five strongest beings to walk the Earth.

"I hate having to keep my sins and virtues in check," Gadreel murmured, his voice barely more than a whisper against the thick, charged air around him. "And at times, I feel myself becoming something I am not… something I should not be. Trying to be neutral as a universal entity…" He chuckled, shaking his head. "It's like trying to contain a gamma ray burst. After all, the flow of time can never truly be stopped or tampered with. Good and evil? They are never truly balanced. One always outweighs the other, depending on the circumstance." His lips curled as he thought about Zero—his former guild leader, now just another obstacle in his path.

The irony made Gadreel snicker as he stretched out his hand, channeling light energy to counterbalance the overwhelming darkness festering within. 

The forbidden technique he was about to use was like tapping into the soul of the world itself—syncing his own life force with the raw, untamed energy that surrounded them. However, it was more than just synchronizing. He needed to conquer and tear down any natural blockages within his being, allowing energy to flow through him unrestrained.

Gadreel's aura crackled—light and dark intermingled as his senses became more sensitive. His wings—a combination of angelic and demonic feathers—flared out, casting a complex, swirling shadow across the ground.

"Finally," Gadreel whispered, the raw power from his soul threatened to burst through his body, straining to break free. His eyes glowed, one pure white, the other a dark void. His mind, body, and soul had aligned perfectly, granting him an energy signature unlike anything ever known—a force of creation and destruction merged into one.

However, before he could revel in it, his body convulsed. The right side of his torso began warping, bones snapped back into place with sickening cracks. Blood sprayed from his mouth as gray liquid painted the ground beneath him. He fell to one knee and a guttural scream came from his throat, echoing throughout the mountain range as if he was merely a wounded beast. 

"YAHHHHHHHH! I've finally attained it!" Gadreel roared, his voice raw, his throat tearing even further under the strain. 

Zero watched in silence, his gaze cold as the legendary steel armor he wore. The wind carried his silver hair across his helmet as his silver eyes watched the horrifying transformation. 

A white wing began to sprout from Gadreel's right shoulder blade, but it was anything but graceful. The sound of ripping flesh and cracking bone filled the air, the wing started protruding out of his body, leaving his feathers soaked in blood which ran down his shoulder blades.

Two beings at the pinnacle of power, staring each other down with a history as long as their lifetimes. 

Zero was no stranger to death, nor the sight of gore. Centuries of battles and betrayals had dulled whatever fear his nerves might have known. Yet, he took a single step back when he noticed the shadow forming over Gadreel—a second wing—this one darker than the void, pulsating as it emerged.

 The flesh on Gadreel's back tore completely, the sinew snapping like old ropes exposing his ribs and tendons, the smell of charred flesh immediately assaulted Zero's senses.

Zero's eyes widened for a moment. "Truly, the lone survivor of the Fallen… Gadreel," He murmured, the name rolling off his tongue as if invoking an ancient legend.

In an instant, Zero was gone—a blur of light as he teleported in front of Gadreel, not a single noise marking his movement. His divine sword, Genesis Singularity, moved faster than light, aiming at the fallen angel's wing.

A sharp crescent arc tore through the darkness, severing the wing clean off. Blood sprayed in a torrent and gray liquid gushed out like a fountain as the severed limb fell, landing with a sickening thud. But before it could disintegrate, it shimmered, and somehow as if time itself was reversed, the white essence from his angel wing was absorbed back into Gadreel's body. 

Zero rolled his eyes, a sigh escaping his lips as he watched the white wing reappear. His blade, Genesis Singularity, gleamed under the pale moonlight—its crescent blade reflecting the heavens above, now stained with Gadreel's silver blood.

"Enochian magic…" Zero remarked, ascending with a burst of light energy. 

The air shimmered as Zero propelled himself into the sky, Gadreel following, trailing tendrils of black and white energy in his wake. 

Gadreel smirked, raising his hand toward the heavens. "Spear of Perdition!" he roared, summoning forth a weapon from his pocket dimension—a black-and-white spear whose very presence warped the air around it, pulsating with infernal energy.

The handle of Perdition was wrapped in flesh, still pulsating, as if it were alive, and the blade dripped with a dark liquid that sizzled as it hit the ground.

The spear's creation was born out of his betrayal in the Garden of Eden, a pact with Lucifer himself. It was a weapon forged over epochs—forged within the cold fires of Gehenna, a place where even the concept of time was strange. It was a weapon designed to alter the cosmic balance of good and evil.

"Wall of God…" Gadreel whispered, and light rippled outward, enveloping the entire galaxy in a radiant shield.

The stars themselves seemed to bow beneath its protective glow, yet the blood that covered Gadreel's body gave a twisted contrast to the holy radiance.

Gadreel launched forward with force that broke the heavens, his spear aimed straight at Zero.

Their weapons clashed, black and white lightning sparked around them with each strike leaving behind a devastating mirage of light and darkness. 

The force of the clash sent tremors across entire galaxies—planets and stars exploded, leaving the entire universe trembling from the impact.

Blood spattered from both warriors all across the void, painting it with evidence of their legendary battle.

"You don't realize what you've gotten yourself into," Gadreel grinned, his voice echoing with a sinister undertone. His teeth were stained red as blood oozed out from his internal organs. "I've always held back. The sins, the virtues, everything I've been holding back—it's all being unleashed today! Nephilim Transcendence: Full Power Form!"

Zero watched without moving, his posture unwavering as Gadreel's transformation unfolded.

The once angelic form now warped and twisted into something from a nightmare, Gadreel's smile was stretched impossibly wide, and the dark veins in his neck pulsing with unholy light.

Zero didn't flinch. He simply continued to watch, his blade poised and ready.

Gadreel felt like he was being mocked. He felt more rage than ever before as his scream tore through the heavens, a grotesque chorus of agony and ecstasy intertwined

Zero could feel the universe itself recoil from the sound, stars shuddered, and planets trembled from his might. The very fabric of reality seemed to twist around them, bending under the weight of their power. And then, as swiftly as it had begun, the transformation ended.

Gadreel's form stilled, the darkness receding like a tide, leaving behind something that was once a fallen angel but now...something else entirely.

Zero's eyes narrowed, his sword gripped firmly in hand. This was it—the moment where the fate of the universe hung in the balance, a precipice upon which two titans stood, ready to plunge into the abyss.

"You think you can stop me, Zero?" Gadreel's voice rasped, a sinister grin on his face. "You can't even comprehend the power I wield now."

Zero said nothing. His actions would speak louder than any words ever could.

The heavens themselves seemed to tremble as the two warriors clashed once more—light against dark, good against evil, a battle that echoed the very birth of creation. 

Zero's sword hummed with cosmic energy, each swing reverberated throughout the universe, while Gadreel's spear, forged in the fires of damnation, seared through reality, leaving trails of chaos in its wake.

But as their battle continued, Zero noticed something—a glimmer of fear in Gadreel's eyes. It wasn't fear of him, no...It was fear of the beast he'd become, the abomination that now wore the skin of a fallen angel which was already seen as some of the worst entities in existence. 

Zero also saw the flickers of regret from his expression and knew that Gadreel was losing control, his own power seemed to be consuming him from within.

And in that moment, Zero saw his opportunity.

"Self-Sacrificial Continuum... Almighty Lesion!" Zero whispered as he felt the forbidden magic begin to charge. The power surged through every fiber of his being, a force that not even he could contain for long.

Zero's form began to shimmer, his body blurring at the edges. 

Gadreel's eyes widened, realizing too late the trap he had fallen into. 

With a scream that tore the heavens apart, Zero unleashed his power, channeling the energy into a singular point of annihilation. The universe itself seemed to warp as reality was being completely erased and re-written, a cosmic display that defied all logic.

The entire universe soon vanished without a trace, erasing even Zero and Gadreel from existence. Their names, their powers, their very beings—were wiped clean from the face of existence.

Zero felt bad for all the innocent beings he had killed by sacrificing himself, but they would soon live again. 

In the emptiness that followed, a new universe began to form. Born from the ashes of the old, it expanded outwards, birthing galaxies, stars, and planets anew. 

In this fresh reality, life began to flourish once more. Civilizations rose and fell, wars were waged, and heroes were born and lost. All of it unfolded under a new set of rules, a new balance of forces, an equilibrium that had never existed before.

As eons passed, legends and myths were woven around the ancient clash that had reset the cosmos. But as with all myths, they became distorted over time, morphed by the whims of storytellers and the vagaries of history. 

What was once true became legend, what was once legend became myth, and what was once myth became forgotten.

Yet, deep within the cosmic fabric, a whisper echoed—the faint memory of two warriors, one light and one dark, who had battled for the very soul of existence. And as the new universe continued to evolve, the echoes of their clash would never be forgotten, a silent reminder of the power that had once reset reality itself.

Zero and Gadreel—two names forever entwined in the annals of creation. Their only reward was a second chance at life.

The reincarnation cycle had begun anew. 

The next day, the stars and planets aligned in the vast, unfathomable expanse of space. 

A soul that looked like a neutron star was being held in the claws of a massive dragon that towered over the galaxies surrounding her. 

The primordial dragon god's eyes shimmered with an ancient wisdom, her gaze fixed upon the soul that she cradled with infinite care.

The soul itself was a brilliant ball of energy, swirling with every color imaginable and some that defied comprehension. It radiated an aura of infiniteness, a power so raw and primal that it dwarfed even the brightest stars.

Within the depths of this soul lay the remnants of two warriors—Zero and Gadreel—who had sacrificed themselves to reset the universe they had destroyed. Their essence had been distilled, refined into this single, transcendent entity—a being of limitless possibility.

As the dragon god gazed upon the soul, she knew this was no ordinary being. This was a being that could shape the very fabric of reality, rewrite the laws of creation, and forge a new destiny for the universe itself. But for now, it was just a soul, untainted by the burdens of memory or the weight of existence. It was an infinite canvas, waiting to be painted upon by the brush of fate.

With a solemn nod, the dragon god extended her wings, their span casting shadows across entire galaxies.

The stars themselves seemed to hold their breath as she took flight, soaring through the celestial expanse with the newborn soul in tow. Her destination was a distant planet, unremarkable and insignificant to the cosmic order, but chosen specifically for this purpose.

As the dragon god approached the planet slowly shrinking down to protect the planet, the atmosphere below rippled and parted, creating a path for her descent. She dove, cutting through layers of cloud and sky, until she reached the surface. There, in a lush forest, she found a serene glade—a place of peace and tranquility, untouched by the turmoil of time.

Gently, with a reverence that echoed the birth of the universe itself, the dragon god lowered the soul onto the soft grass. It pulsed with life, its radiance illuminating the glade and casting shadows that danced and shimmered.

The dragon goddess stood watch for a moment, her ancient eyes filled with a mix of sadness and hope. This soul, born from the ashes of destruction, carried the weight of an entire universe within it—an entire history, an entire future.

The dragon goddess, who also happened to be a primordial entity, decided to implant her dna and a fragment of her soul in order to create her child. And thus, her son was born; a being of pure light and darkness, of creation and destruction. The newborn wailed as he came into existence, his cries echoing across the vast expanse of space. The realm of Genesis itself seemed to tremble at the birth of such a powerful entity.

As he opened his heterochromia eyes for the first time — one a violet purple and the other a silvery-white— a smile crept across his maw. His silver scales glinted in the starlight, shimmering with an iridescent sheen that defied description. From his head sprouted four magnificent horns that curved backward like a crown.

The dragon goddess gazed down upon her child, pride swelling within her ancient heart. She had never expected to find herself a mother, yet here she was, cradling a being of unfathomable power and potential in her claws.

The cosmos seemed to shift and align in response to his very existence.

She named him Void Genesis—after his true nature and the realm in which he was born—hoping that his name would echo throughout the eons to come. She believed that Void Genesis would be the catalyst for a new era of existence.

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