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A Journey of Black and Red 224: Three parts Ascension
🕑 Added 2023-02-13 13:45:00 +0000 UTCLight. Pain. I am pushed back.
Not the sun. Too red and angry, like blood on warm sand. Too dim… for now. I still live.
Nirari rises in the air, laughing, arms spread in the beatitude of pure abandon. An incandescent red sphere has appeared on his back like a giant halo, the regalia of an ancient sky god. He is so joyful and relaxed. Gravity has lost its hold on him. He rises and his light spreads everywhere, ghastly yet so very powerful. His presence casts shadows on fallen trees, splintered rocks, and the wrecks of the conflict. The closest masters die before I can react. Far in the valley, a bird sings to greet the defective sunrise. It is the only noise to break the oppressive, numbing silence and pressure of his presence. No one challenges his ascent and no one strikes him. I cannot even consider doing it. He is a sun, bathing us with his merciless radiance to reveal our flaws and the inherent weakness of our nature. I can already taste ash at the back of my throat.
The last dawn of Babylon is upon us.
“Magna Arqa.”
A forest of thorns covers my allies before more can die, cover me as well. The light hurts me through the Aurora. It can stop fire but this is different. Nirari is our anathema and our hope at the same time, the hope that one day we can escape the vengeance of the sun purifier. I cannot face the light. No, I must. He cannot go uncontested.
Roots cover us, cover me. I am out of the rays.
Immediately, the awe and despair leave me, pushed back by my own outraged ego. Wow. He certainly has some gall presenting himself as a savior. My forest shivers now that the men inside have started to recover. I extend my protection to enemies as well, if only because it costs me no effort to offer a unified defense. The battle has stopped anyway. With my own power extended, I realize we were winning quite handily, not that numbers will make any difference now. Nirari steps on thin air towards me. The nearest roots recoil from the damage his very presence inflicts.
Cadiz did warn me that merely looking upon him would be difficult but I never expected this crushing might. I cannot even stand in front of him without losing my focus. Was the blood of the Old One truly not enough to bridge the abyss between us?
My only salvation will be in the ace I brought. If only I had not left it behind…
“Skipper, talk to me,” I whisper in my earring.
“This is Ollie, I’m acting as relay. The Fury is diving into the portal now. ETA one minute.”
Well, I need to hold on for a minute.
“WHO WILL OPPOSE THE KING? WHO WILL OPPOSE THE SON OF BABYLON?”
I have to do it. I have to stand up to him, now, or he will be unopposed. He cannot have the field. If he does, then all is lost. The ritual is gaining in intensity, I can tell. We only need to contain him for a little longer.
He is going to kill me.
He is going to kill me.
With the bloody SUN at his back. THE SUN. THE SUN. THE—
Quiet, my instincts. This is a ploy.
“I will,” I whisper, and yet, the words carry.
Nirari merely laughs.
“WHERE ARE YOU STANDING? I CANNOT SEE YOU.”
A mass crashes into the forest and only the strange effect I have on space allows me to be somewhere else as it lands. Roots are crushed, tendrils are burned. Shattered thorns return to dust. The first vampire only has to walk and all but my stoutest roots can’t even resist his presence. I try to bat at him a few times. He slaps the roots away. I call upon statues but they are instantly destroyed without accomplishing anything. I have to get out and—
“I will as well.”
I freeze in my tracks while Nirari turns with ponderous majesty. I feel the forest shift in answer to one I am protecting. Roots peel off to reveal the glittering form of Constantine’s golem.
“Hahaha, and what do you have to show me, Pyrenean child?”
A wave of power expands outward with the challenge. I can feel Constantine falter in my sphere, see the rictus of terror on his traits. I… I need time that he can buy. I must help him. A twitch of the roots wakes him up from his fright. Nirari waits, expectant. He is so certain of his victory.
“Well… Point fifty caliber?”
I distinctly see Nirari’s surprise turn to shock then annoyance when Constantine lifts his extremely hefty machine gun, which he proceeds to empty on his target. The first vampire raises a massive shield of blood to stop the onslaught and it works… to a degree. Nirari might be a pagan god but every bullet spat at him was carefully carved by a master enchanter and there are a lot of them. I can see when arrogance turns to doubt, then focus.
“Oh, and napalm as well.”
The armor golem’s second arm sputters, then spits a thick liquid. I can feel the heat from here, hundreds of yards away. Nirari’s shield expands, bubbles and hisses, poorly matched blood struggling to keep the fire at bay. Nevertheless, he is not without recourse.
I close roots over Constantine the moment I expect Nirari to move. His thrown glaive pierces through my strongest defense and reaches the cockpit… only to ping off Constantine’s own monstrous defenses. Chains whip out to join the double assault.
Nirari huffs and teleports to the side, his glaive returned.
“Insolence!”
The fire he left behind suddenly roars then rushes at him to our surprise.
“I will stand as well,” Melusine whispers as she steps from the edge of the forest in her fire form.
That harridan upstages me at my own final battle! Unbelievable.
“Insolence, insolence. You are NOTHING!”
Nirari gestures and a torrent of blood washes over the flame in a tidal wave, drowning them with a cacophonous hiss. He chuckles and gestures.
“Heartseeker.”
A field of crimson blades erupts in every direction, slamming into my forest with devastating effect. I attempt to shield the two and fail. Constantine’s golem loses the flamethrower arm. Melusine loses a leg. They are forced back.
“You are all children confronting their father, incapable of understanding the difference between us. You are gnats. I have walked this world for millennia! Each victory has made me stronger! Every kill has fed the sun at my back, and soon, the spheres will feed it until I am one with it, resplendent, the uncontested master of all creation. You cannot stop me any more than you can stop fate itself. I have allowed you to test your skills and I find you lacking. Now bow, or—”
Nirari flinches and moves his hand. I do not—
A loud bang spreads a shockwave that flattens the nearest tendrils. Nirari is pushed back, his feet digging a furrow in the ground. When he stops moving, we are boh surprised to see an arrow planted through his forearm, the obsidian vambrace shattered. I recognize that one. It belongs to Slava.
“You DARE, child?”
Something shifts. We have all resisted him little by little and the effects of our wakening auras are compounding to force his own back. Oh, I am still afraid as are the others but now we can at least function. The time was granted by Nirari himself. He could not resist gloating after all. The Myrddin is next to act. He activates a scepter with an amber stone at its tip.
THE SUN.
This time, true light hits a blood shield and pierces through it almost immediately. Nirari is forced to move and I use a tendril to guide the mage’s aim since he cannot follow by himself. I sadly fail but Nirari is forced to sacrifice many precious seconds. I close the roots around my ally just before Nirari strikes himit and he is now somewhere else.
“I find your existence frustrating, little princess. If you will not come out, I will find you… and kill you first.”
There was never a doubt in my mind that he would execute me. Others may be useful tools, I have grown too much to tolerate such a destiny. Fortunately, the distraction has lasted long enough. I hear the Ffury’s engines roaring overhead.
“Package away,” a voice says in my ear piece.
I perceive the Fury roaring at the edge of my spheres, all engines at maximum. A heavy silver box slams down at some distance without Nirari noticing or caring.
“Come on out! Face me!”
“Just one moment,” I reply.
With one step, the box appears next to me while Nirari destroys an entire copse with a swing of his glaive. I may have lost people here. I find focusing on both tasks a little difficult.
The box surrenders its content and I attach a second layer over the Aurora. Piece by piece, the armor lodges itself over the powerful set. I feel a pang of outrage and ignore it.
“I am already getting sass from my horse, not my armor set too. Please and thank you.”
Hoarfrost spreads as spider webs on the new addition. Pah. Temperamental garments, the bane of all ladies of the world.
With a last strap, I am ready.
“I apologize for the delay,” I pleasantly say as I exit the forest, just as Nirari faces me with renewed disbelief.
“A… mirror? You prepared a mirror armor?”
“Refurbished, to be precise. And yes. Now, where were we?”
I barely feel the pressure of his sun. My eyes are of no use under the thick faceplate and that is fine. I can feel Nirari in my sphere.
“We are at the point of me making an example out of you!”
I swing Rose. I feel… better. Back to being myself.
I deflect the first blow and am still sent like a puppet against the nearest tree. So… so very strong. I deflect the next one by cutting upward with my extended whip. It feels like hitting a wall, the kind I cannot break. Such stupid strength! The false sun at his back bubbles and in the recess of that disk, I perceive the emerging forms of screaming faces before they are subsumed under the surface once more. He is powered by death and there has been a lot of it. A short exchange ends with me slammed into the ground, forcing me to use my last Dragonslayer bullets to keep him at bay. I… am running out of options. Jumping up, I use the forest to impede his movement. It barely slows him down. The light burns my roots.
“Running again?”
Nirari lunges as I disappear under a hedge. His body just smashes roots aside and he finds himself nose to nose with the second item contained in the silver box: my own repeater gun.
The weapon vomits a torrent of enchanted silver. A few score more marks on his armor then most of them are blocked by yet another blood shield of immense power. Nevertheless, he is pushed back.
“Tch! Tricks and toys! When will you stop fighting like a woman?”
“I am a woman.”
“YOU MOUTH OFF AGAIN?”
“You sure whine a lot for a sovereign candidate.”
“I WILL CRUSH YOU.”
I dodge under a monstrous blow. He might, in fact, crush me. The follow up blow comes too fast for me to dodge. A mirage spell gives me a moment to recover my balance. I deflect another, jump over a third and catch the fourth with Rose before it caves my chest in. I am sent tumbling on a pillow of roots. The Aurora protects me for now but I can already hear creaks, weaknesses in the mirrors.
I cannot stop him at his full power. I can barely even slow him down.
Not good.
***
“We are losing,” Urchin whispered.
It hurt to admit. The bosswoman knew her business and she had prepared for a long time. Didn’t matter in the end. Power was power.
General Stiglitz stood by his side. The man had rushed here at the head of an armored column and was now busy placing bullets in his service pistol. He didn’t seem worried.
“I don’t think that will faze him. You might as well pray,” the Vanheim said with more bitterness than he expected. He wanted the boss woman to win. To prove the young and cunning could surpass the old and entrenched. It mattered to him a lot.
“Herr vampire, do you perhaps know the parable of the three ships and the drowning man?”
“Can’t say I do.”
“A drowning man prays for God to save him from the sea’s embrace. Three boats come, one after another, and offer him rescue but he says God will answer his call. He eventually dies and when he faces the pearly gates, he asks God, why did you not help me? And what does God answer?”
“I sent you three boats.”
The general nodded gravely while the tanks spread out around him. More soldiers, mages, and allied vampires were pouring in by the minute under the protective canopy of the thorn forest.
“Ja. When you pray to Him to deliver you from evil, do not expect an angel with a fiery sword. Expect to find a gun. And we already have that gun.”
“You are right,” Urchin replied.
He looked at the form-changing blade. It would not make much of a difference. He would certainly die.
He would fight anyway.
“Warten Sie einen Moment. Wait a moment, Herr vampire. You misunderstand. I will not throw us in the meat grinder. You said your mistress draws strength from the living while her sire draws strength from those who died by his hand, correct?”
“Yes?”
“And she drinks essence from her thorns?”
“... yes? Oh.”
Stiglitz smiled and calmly grabbed a nearby root. The thorns bit into his flesh. Crimson liquid dripped down his glove but he never lost his smile.
“Then we shall provide it.”
“I did not think of that.”
“And that is why, mein freund, I am the general. For the Queen of Thorn and Hunger.”
“For the Queen of Thorn and Hunger,” Urchin agreed.
He grabbed a tendril.
A shiver ran through the forest.
***
Naminata pulled her spear back and spared a glance at the Vanheim master a little further. Ariane’s man. He and a few others had grabbed roots and were now offering their blood to her little cupcake. The ritual aspect of the offering was turning it into a massive blood sacrifice of a proportion she had never seen before, while more and more creatures of all sorts joined.
“Oooh that is clever. Very well! If you can hear me, my little cookie, this is for you. Enjoy!”
***
The Cadiz line stopped and regrouped. The field was theirs as the last foe had surrendered. Ceron and Suarez felt the change overtaking the forest. They heard the call of the improvised ritual and its raw, primal power. It was almost ‘alive’.
“Do you remember when she was much weaker than us? Like a little puppy,” Suarez said.
“Oh she already had some teeth. There is no shame in being overtaken by the talented.”
The two exchanged a glance.
“It still stings a little, no?”
“We are like old complaining abuelos.”
They chuckled and grabbed the nearest branch, soon followed by the others.
***
“You know, we slept together, her and I.” Isaac mentioned.
He was not sure why he felt like mentioning that.
“Is this the right time to boast about your romantic life, sir?” the mercenary captain by his side asked.
“No better time.”
He grabbed the offered branch. The captain eyed the thorns with distrust.
“Must we really?”
“I cannot pay you if we are all dead.”
“A fair point, sir.”
***
“She saved my life by aiming a cannon at a lich, you know? Got it right in the ribs. I figure we are even,” Viktoriya of the Dvor explained as her blood pooled. “So, how did you meet her?”
Commenus of the Dvor winced.
“She collapsed a fortress wall on my face.”
“Oh?”
“With an unreasonable amount of explosives.”
The two pondered the similarities.
“She does love explosions a little too much, methinks.”
***
“Here is for you, my star,” Torran said.
Octave considered the branch. Torran stood at a distance, wounded but still very much a danger. The long wound down his own chest served as a reminder of the soul smith’s mastery of the blade.
The old knight looked at his feet. He felt… empty. Even revenge had lost its meaning. It had done so long ago.
“Come on, Octave.”
“I am not sure if I have the strength to accept the fate that is now mine.”
“You have always been about what is right. Do not let your mistakes change that.”
The two men stood on opposite sides of a clearing, unmoving. They did not speak for a while.
“Damn you for being right,” Octave finally agreed, and he kneeled to grab on a root. “Damn you both for being right.”
***
Constantine called for the liana. It snaked along his suit’s arm and then through the tiny hole in his cockpit. Thorns caressed his skin. He flexed his arm and they bit. It didn’t hurt as much as he expected.
“Nirari damaged my mark seven. As your Speaker, I kindly request that you make his night miserable, thank you.”
He wondered if the request was perhaps too formal.
***
The Myrddin glared. Ollie didn’t mind much. He’d been glared at before.
“Young man, you have no idea what you are getting yourself into. Vampires cannot be trusted. You are selling your soul to one who is undeserving. Her reign could be even worse than his own.”
Ollie grabbed the branch tighter and lifted it so the blood would trickle down his arm. He maintained eye contact with the old man.
“Pussy.”
The Myrddin seethed in silence for a good ten seconds, then he grabbed the damn liana.
***
“How many damn times do ah need to pull yer arse out of the damn fire with my red stuff, lass? I’m not a bloody dispensary!”
***
“I will do anything for family. You are my family now, little sister. Take my offering and… don’t miss.”
***
Jeffrey didn’t enjoy the hybrid form very much at this moment. He felt the urge to speak but his instincts insisted he should howl to signal the attack instead. It was a historical occasion too! He couldn’t wait to tell June.
In the meanwhile, had to help the boss woman win. His paw descended on an exposed root. He had to try and say at least something! Mark the occasion.
“Arf!”
For shame.
***
So.
Much.
POWER.
So much essence, so much life force. So much! I am going to explode!
I block Nirari’s strike. Not deflect. Block. My feet dig grooves on the ground but I arrest his momentum.
Our eyes meet.
“Oh?”
“My turn now.”
I punch him in the face.
I think he was not expecting that.
Nirari smashes into a tree, which I am now powerful enough to twist into another tree, and another three before energy explodes out, undoing them. They have regrown before he is fully standing. Nirari roars and the light blasts out.
“Nu Sharran.”
My first spell, the darkness one, surges forward like a bolt of shadow, fighting his light for dominance. Its power shields me and from this protective aegis, I strike… and so does Slava. Nirari blocks the arrow but not my blade, which smashes through the weakened armor on his flank and… stops.
Nirari is still pushed back by the violence of the blow and for one fugacious moment, I spot the ominous glint of old scale. Of course he would have made dragon armor for himself.
I will just have to dismember him then, and before my followers inevitably run out of energy. I rush ahead and unleash a flurry of blows. He blocks and parries, then counter-attacks. Our dance is one of finely tuned chaos. I clip him with the end of the whip, body so close to the ground I barely reach his knee. He slams the glaive down and the ground explodes out. I kick a stone. He uses a spell to fan the rest at me. We fight through a blur of dust, now used to each other’s style. Easy, when we almost mirror one another. He ignores a mirage spell and believes he catches me off guard. In the distance, the beat of a music begins. Nirari’s body jerks while I dance with it. I stab him in the leg in that brief instant before he understands.
“What manner of Magna Arqa is that!” he protests.
He must have never met Nami. I push him back in the path of Jarek’s titan arms which he has to block, giving me another opening. I score another gash on his arm. He is slowing down a little. He attacks and I hide behind the armor-clad form of a Roland lord. Nirari smirks, then slams his glaive into the armor.
It fails to pierce at all.
Another wound joins the others. Behind us, the lord swears with all his breath but I knew he would make it, after all, his Magna Arqa makes him temporarily invincible so long as he does not move.
As we weave through the forest, I coordinate with more and more people to overwhelm Nirari. Constantine’s chains, Melusine’s fires, other powers of European allies, I use them all. I even find one on the verge of blooming and I smile in anticipation.
***
Urchin watched the first of his kind fight and it frustrated him. He had worked really hard to overcome his nature and yet, despite his best efforts, there was a gap between him and the Babyonian royal that no effort would ever bridge. He was still, and would always be, an urchin.
And that was fine.
The right urchin only needed a single opportunity to make a kingdom fall.
“Magna Arqa.”
Urchin extended his arm forward. He flexed his finger and felt a weight settling in his palm.
It was damn heavy.
His eyes settled on the long, deadly form of Heartseeker, Nirari’s glaive.
“I’ll be taking that, thanks.”
The old monster would claim it back in a few seconds. It was still a symbolic victory.
***
“ENOUGH! I have had enough! Is this a circus or a battlefield? If you will draw strength and ruses from your followers then… I shall have to take them from you!”
Nirari jumps up and up and… just flies, out of the range of my sphere. The rays of his light now bathe the entire valley in blood-tinged colors.
“DESPAIR, WORMS. THIS FOREST WILL BE LEVELED. YOU HAVE NOWHERE TO HIDE.”
He glares at me, from his unattainable position.
“Now watch me weave your end. Fist of Anu!”
An orb forms over him, a dark red planetoid that grows with every second, gathering power. I can feel the hunger and power it gathers from down here and watch, shocked by the spell and the decision behind it.
“Wow,” I admit, “your anger has robbed you of your senses.”
And truly, he is too used to looking down on everybody.
Until that moment, Nirari had been a blur of unstoppable destruction so that the majority of my allies could do little but to support me with their offering. I suspect they might be feeling powerless, outmatched and at the mercy of forces beyond their ability to fight. I feel a lot of silent rage and fuming resentment from those who have joined their fate with mine, and until this moment, I could do nothing for them.
Nirari, however, has decided to parade like a peacock over a battlefield of tens of thousands of annoyed warriors.
And after that, he made the most peculiar decision he could come up with.
He made himself a stationary target.
There is no need for me to give any orders. They know what to do. Intents flow from their blood to the spines. The tendrils grasp and pull at machine guns, tilt cannons back, and lift the front of tanks. Soldiers find their arms supported, their aims adjusted. I enjoy watching doubt wipe the rictus off Nirari’s face the moment he faces tens of thousands of muzzles, arrows, spears, spells, shells, everything everyone can throw at him.
Everyone fires at once. The single, coordinated volley is absolutely cataclysmic. Since Nirari is far above us, I watch with fascination the tracers form a pyramid of light, a pyrotechnical show that only the earlier atomic bomb could have matched. The blast is deafening. After the relative silence, the single boom makes the ground shake under my feet, rattling my teeth. They all land on either Nirari, his hastily rising shield, or the expanding sphere of hungering blood above him in a fury of fire and steel. They disappear under the onslaught. I manage to find my own machine gun and bring it to me, joining my voice to the chorus. And it does not let up. Men only stop to slot fresh magazines or shove another shell in their cannons. For the first time since Nirari called his sun upon them, people can let go. And so, they do. The cumulative weight of all races unleash their pent up frustration on his still unmoving form. I know he could let go and return to fight me, possibly hold on until my support is exhausted… and I know he will not. He cannot. He might be shrewd but once provoked, he is as unbending as iron. And like iron, he is brittle.
Nirari’s insults are drowned under the torrent of detonations, he whose voice had silenced a whole army is in turn swallowed by a flood of defiance. I watch his shield crumble, the sphere scatter. Again, I feel this strange disconnect I experienced when facing the dragon. His adversaries were scattered and so he was a monolith. Now they are united in a single blade aimed at his heart and he cannot discount them anymore. Through me, they exist in the thread of destiny. We are but droplets but with enough droplets, one can swallow a continent.
“NO, you INSECTS!”
Nirari gives up. His roaring form descends on us like a falling star trailing the debris of his spell like the tail of a comet, still dangerous but broken. I… I could do anything, and I can see the perfect end. Of course, it could only be this way. With a monumental effort, the forest rises to form a bowl, a recess with the limits of my sphere as walls. He plunges into that waiting maw while still peppered by projectiles. I watch him, his purple eyes, his fury, his failing belief in his own invincibility and I smile at him just because I can, just because I am no longer that scared little girl he thought he could break a hundred years and an eternity ago. His maddened anger redoubles while the armor shatters, revealing the scales underneath. Wounds cover his arms and legs. He is still bleeding from his cheek.
“Gotcha.”
His glaive lands on Rose. My feet plunge into the ground from the titanic impact but I do not fall. Instead, I drop my sword and catch his hands. We are locked.
Nirari’s sun blazes. I am slowly, slowly pushed down. We stand face to face, him in the ruins of his helm, the crown broken, and me under the mirror patiently crafted by Loth.
“I. am still. THE STRONGEST!”
“And you have still lost.”
Behind us, a man screams and jumps at slow, human speed over a root, descending on Nirari’s back. I watch the utter confusion on the face of a monster who has always known his place in the world and the incomprehension in the face of the unexpected, because my ace is entirely human. At first glance.
Because he is human, the light of the false sun does not stop him and because he is human, Nirari still cannot believe this man would be a threat. I can see him very well in my sphere. He wears the uniform of the British forces. He wields the dragon tooth sword. On his chest, a single line reads his name.
Andrew Bingle.
I would have it no other way.
Nirari struggles to escape but it is too late. The sword bites into his back, shearing the scales and the flesh underneath like paper. I hear his gasp of pain and feel his strength failing so I allow the mirror to fall and bite down, blinded but victorious. At the last moment, there is a magical trigger of sorts but the dragon scale armor under my arms is still there and so, I taste Devourer essence.
***
The warm sun of Sicily. The sun burns my back under the thin linen. The ships are coming. I need to return to the village, tell them to run for the hills. The ships are fast and the village is far. I leave my herd behind because there is no time. I have to make it in time.
Wait a moment.
I have killed them all. I have killed them all and it felt good, it felt great, better than killing Turks on their ships. It felt like winning. It felt like having a choice back and their blood made me stronger!
No that… is impossible!
I am so angry all the time. I wish I could go mad. I wish I could die.
No!
I pull back, furious and confused into the face of Malakim. They… they swapped? Runes on the armor still shine from a remote activation. Malakim is heavily wounded. He is disintegrating into ash.
“Ah. Thank you, sister.”
No. No no no no no this cannot be.
The armor disappears from his body before it, too, is ruined. Urchin stands next to me with the set in his hands. He looks uncertain. They… they swapped places? The twinned armor allow them to swap places? Was it his plan from the beginning?
“He… he is in there?” Urchin asks.
By the Watcher, please no.
“Ariane!” a voice screams in my ear.
“Constance?”
“Ariane! Aintza is dead! She… she just died!”
Ah.
***
One minute earlier.
Jimena’s focus was absolute. Malakim was the most dangerous opponent she had ever faced and any mistake would spell disaster. Deflect low. Step back. Counter. Deflect right. Wait for Diego’s hit to distract to lunge. He was always just a little late. That was fine. They did not need to win.
Malakim pulled back once again this time without new wounds. They didn’t matter. Malakim was a bear trap of spite and mutual destruction. Committing against him meant death. He wanted it, wanted people to attack his protected heart. Ariane told her. Ariane trained her in his style. Jimena would not let up. Her focus was absolute.
Then, Diego made a mistake. He overextended. Jimena pulled the lord aside but their formation was in disarray. John was to her back. She had to hold him.
That was fine. She still had an ace.
“Magna Arqa.”
Behind them, Semiramis cried out. A burst of power distracted Malakim long enough to push him back but she still needed to fend him off. Semiramis was ascending right now. She was becoming a goddess. They had almost won.
Jimena pointed her sword, Justice, at Malakim.
“YOU ARE JUDGED GUILTY.”
Power, intoxicating and rightful filled her veins. She felt like living thunder as she rushed him. It was great to fight with the perfect knowledge that one’s cause was just.
Malakim smirked.
“Magna Arqa.”
He stole her thunder. He cut her wings. His sword aimed for her heart.
She lightly deflected it then stabbed him in the jaw. She almost beheaded him but he twisted away at the last moment, face a mangled wreck. His baleful gaze was still on her but it was clouded, confused. Thick black blood dripped down the dragon scale armor. She had hit something important. Diego and John were in position. She attacked. Malakim stumbled. She had him.
And then, the runes on his armor shone and Jimena was facing death itself.
There was no time to react. No time to curse her fate.
One strike.
“YOU ARE JUDGED GUILTY!”
Power like no other. One lunge, one perfect movement to close the distance. The red sun of Nirari’s might was already eating at her skin. Nirari was weakened, hurt. Still taking his bearings. Her gaze met his. He roared, an expression of rage, pain, and anguish. Jimena’s blade bit deeply into the flesh of his hand but he did stop her, the tip of Justice only a finger away from his eye. She saw terror, there.
She had shed the blood of the first.
Then he killed her.
With a series of furious strikes, Nirari cut down the entire squad before they could react just as his Magna Arqa failed, power buckling under the strain. He dragged himself forward to the circle. The cave’s enchantments turned his spilled blood to ash but it would not be enough. Even on his last leg, he was still the first.
Only John remain to watch the old queen’s last moments.
Nirari moved inside of the circle to the hovering form of his mother. Her dark eyes shone like magma as she glanced upward, lost in the felicity of apotheosis. She was blind to the world while the secrets of the universe were finally revealed, so she could not react when Nirari embraced her one last time.
“Even… even now, you cannot see me. We… always leave each other behind. I wish you had spoken.”
Nirari bit down. It took a while for the power to transfer to him, for the ritual to change direction but eventually, it did. It was his turn to ascend.
John pulled himself towards the side of the cavern.
The dying god had come. He had killed Diego and Jimena with a gesture. He had tried to kill John as well but Miss Ari’s chest protector had stopped the first blow and the helmet, most of the second one. He was still terribly hurt. Pain. That was a familiar companion.
He kept dragging himself forward.
In the center of the circle, the wounded god finished killing his mother. He was a broken thing. Miss Ari had done a good job.
Now it was his turn.
“Magna Arqa.”
Nothing changed at first glance, though the god turned to him. He was struggling with all that power he kept trying to grab. It fought with his broken frame, his defeated persona, refused him, and yet, he was still a god. Still immeasurably stronger than John. It wouldn’t change anything.
John never wanted to be the strongest. He only wanted to be strong enough to do what mattered to him. To do what must be done.
“Still alive, cockroach? Impressive.”
A moan of pain interrupted the wounded god. John stood, in agony but his body whole again. He grabbed for his massive duffle bag and pulled it open. Inside, there was a very large metal case. He opened the lid.
“Stop… stop what you are doing! Stay where you are.”
“I only answer to Miss Ari. No one else,” John replied.
There were keys to turn and codes to enter but John had memorized it and his hands went through the gesture with quiet competence. He did not spare the wounded god even a glance.
“Then DIE!”
Spells tore through John’s form and through the casing but they both returned to their original form after the spell was through. The damage was simply denied.
“You… How? Ah, I see, It delays the damage. Then you are already dead, fool! Accept your fate!”
“I already have. My name is John Doe. I was saved by Miss Ari in Marquette. I swore I would repay her and protect her, no matter the cost. That has always been my goal.”
John was finished. The countdown read five seconds, then four. It was done. He finally met the wounded god’s glare. They both shared the same purple gaze now but John knew his was serene. At peace.
“And so I have. She is going to kill you, you know? And I will be waiting.”
It had been, John decided, a very good life.
“Goodbye.”
The atomic bomb exploded.
***
The mountain has turned into a volcano. It roars, bathing us in the light of genuine fire this time. The explosion is much less than expected because, I suspect, it occurred in the Warrens. They are surely destroyed by now but whatever power leaked through now blazes with a rare intensity. The problem is that… I can still perceive Nirari’s new, godlike aura. It lacks the raw intensity of before but it still struggles… and I cannot get in there to finish him off.
John. Jimena…
“That is why I wanted some more advanced warning,” Slava stoically said by my side.
He walked to Urchin and grabbed the pilfered set of dragon armor, shedding his own to put it on with slow, deliberate movements. The runes engraved in the surface had cooled but now that Slava wore it, their intensity increased again.
“I meant what I said earlier. You are family. My one regret from my human life is that I did not get to die with them. You are the last one. This is only just, the only way this world makes sense to me. So… make it count.”
“What?”
Slava does not reply. With soft gestures, he embraces me, then places my mouth against his collarbone. I do not understand? Another hand on my neck forces me to open my mouth. My fangs touch his skin though they do not pierce yet. He wants me to… what?
The runes activate once again.
I am suddenly no longer hugging Slava. There is a void between my hands, an emptiness filled with nothing but raw power and the burning form of mangled dragon scales. The incredible heat fights against the Aurora which pushes back with a furious hiss of metal on ice. There is nothing under my fangs but superheated air, then ash, then flesh. Then power.
Nirari reforms, screaming under my fangs and I drink him just as he does. Power fills me in a burning wave but this time, I do not lose my senses as I did with the dragon blood. The energy fills me as if I were a receptacle meant to receive it. I am merely… being completed. The rush is still incredible. I let it swallow me.
***
The weave. The song of the world. The song of the other spheres in the distance. This sphere is mine. It is waiting to be claimed. It can be claimed now. To claim a sphere is to be the center and keep the music alive. I do so now. I have challenged and won. It is done.
I will mourn those I have lost later. For now, it is done.
Comments
karthi vasudevan
I have eagerly anticipated each chapter since the 20s! I have laughed, loved and rejoiced with the characters. Now this most satisfying of conclusions! Truly what an epic journey. Thanks for everything!
Anonymous
Hahaha curse you author god!
Mecanimus
Yis
Mecanimus
I was honestly very worried about how the ending would be perceived but so far people seem satisfied. Now I'm concerned about the epilogues hahaaaaaa,
Mecanimus
I'll write that part again. It's my mistake.
Mecanimus
I'll replace with Warten Sie einen Moment" as suggested.
Mecanimus
Sorry I'll make the correction.
Mecanimus
Haha I actually managed to steal your eloquence! I feel very proud.
Mecanimus
Sorry but the Bingle god... is ME!
Mecanimus
Yeah I will reflect on that in a special note at the end because it has been, no pun intended, a journey.
Mecanimus
Weeeeell there will be epilogues, yes.
Mecanimus
I'll write this part again, extend the scene so Jimena and Semi die in John's recollection. Sorry about that the entire series still lacks polish tbh.
Mecanimus
Yeah I think so too though I feel the need to wrap things up first.
Mecanimus
Will be weird to end this over the epilogues.
Mecanimus
All great deductions!
Mecanimus
Technically he did the takedown and Ari did the execute. ;)
Mecanimus
RIP
RonGAR
@Arlano Hmmm gonna have to disagree with you there buddy. He is crispy! Deep fried. He is Ash! There is no 'merely' teleporting into the epic center of a 13kiloton explosion and being able to walkway with a Tan. No matter what stage the explosion is in.
Arlano
We're not 100% sure that Slava is dead. He is "merely" teleported at the epicenter of the explosion after it blew. Radioactivty and the harsh wind after the explosion might very well not kill him.
Mythix
Would have been cool to have the Bingke kill the first. Still it was a great twist, thanks for the chapter
Gibborim
Nirari has no need to limit who can wear it, he can simply kill anyone foolish enough to trespass. Using it as a treat? The armor is Malakim's cage.
MrrC
The magic runes that light up.....we'd know Nirari is intelligent. By limiting who can use this and using it as treat for his most important tools --- he can control who has access to powerful protection...and that means limiting it to devourers. The swap is for his benefit not theirs.....the big question is how can Slava trigger it unless the one that Nirari was originally wearing was a master set -- and Slava knows how to trigger the master set vs the secondary set. Lots to imagine here - @mecanimus did a good job of giving us enough to imagine without building out every detail of canon.
Gibborim
The armor set is a contingency item that swaps the two people wearing it when the wearer of the master set is in peril. Urchin yoinks it and Slava puts it on, presumably expecting that he will be promptly swapped with Nirari who is suffering the peril of being in the middle of a nuclear blast moments after detonation. I see no reason to speculate that it is keyed specifically to Devourers.
Emily Gurnavage
Ahh, I must have lost my place and skipped bits. I did not have a lot of time to read it - I will have to give it a second read with time to really dedicate to it.
Oxylus
The armor is the one that Malakim was wearing. Urchin snatched it as he died. Slava took it and put it on which allowed him to swap. "The armor disappears from his body before it, too, is ruined. Urchin stands next to me with the set in his hands. He looks uncertain. They… they swapped places? The twinned armor allow them to swap places? Was it his plan from the beginning?" Slava: "He walked to Urchin and grabbed the pilfered set of dragon armor, shedding his own to put it on with slow, deliberate movements. The runes engraved in the surface had cooled but now that Slava wore it, their intensity increased again." I agree with the random person, I think it was keyed to a Devourer. My headcanon is that it's only keyed to male devourers just as an extra F U to Ariane.
RonGAR
Same!
JustARandomPerson
I'm not certain on this, but my guess is that the armor is "keyed" to allow Nirari to swap with any member of the Devourer bloodline who wears it, which is why Slava was able to use it.
Emily Gurnavage
Loved it. Got me all anxiety filled and twitchy, right before work lol. Typing this at the clock in clock. With Slava at the end though - am I supposed to know *how* he did the teleport swap? Malakim and Nirari had paired dragon scale armor with teleportation inscribed, so that.makes sense. But does Slava also have some? Was he still with Nirari during the dragon fight and got armor too? Nirari let him keep it? Or was the swap a spell of some sort that Nirari taught some of his spawns but not Ariane, since he threw her away so fast?
Albedo's Ahoge
Excellent! Great work with this chapter and ending. Very satisfied. Thank you so much!
RonGAR
Comparing to GOT Season 8? Yes, but only in the way that I fear something that started out great and well-paced will meet a poor watered-down, and tasteless ending due to the fact that the writers and executive producers were in a rush to end the project and turn their minds to other things. Will this story end? Yes of course, but it currently reads like a rapid-fire checklist of events, moving so fast you got no time to let it all seep in. Something is mentioned like Jimena, and Semiramis dying/being killed, something we can all agree was a big event with big consequences, yet it barely gets half a sentence before we are on to the next thing. You basically have to pause 'imagine' the details of that moment of those characters, and everything they might have said or tried to do before the end for yourself before moving on. That or reread the chapter a few times to make sure you didn't miss anything. But it goes to my point that big things are just being brushed over, and when things are so close to the possible end (still crossing my fingers that is not the case) then why the need to rush it, or brush over anything? There are ppl here who still don't even know who Constance is! 😂 Okay, okay, that's not Mec's writings fault 😂 that is some attention deficiency issues right there. 😂😂😂 ------- As for Nirari walking into a room. To that I would say, he was walking around with daylight as a weapon and all his inherit badassery, so there is that reason things could've ended pretty quickly for the trio. But I get your point. Given the 'pacing' of the chapter, slowing things down for 3 or 4 paragraphs to explain how Jimena and Semiramis died, would've thrown the pace off. Yes, That is true. But can we agree, that they deserved more than 'HALF a sentence' shared between them??? #justsaying
RonGAR
That is ONE 'opinion'. 😑
Tjolbin
Are you really comparing this to GoT? The deaths are exactly as they should be though, 'Nirari walks in to a room, everybody dies' (im sure there is a joke in there somewhere). Cant have a antagonist with undeniable, unstoppable power all series long just to nerf him in the final fight
RonGAR
Yea you're right. It sucks but, personally I was never really a big fan of letting ppl go, just so they could train up, and attack you again in a few decades. I understand the numbers of the community is low, but its clear that if most of the wars went the other way, Ariane would've been killed if they were the ones victorious. So why should she give the leeway to attack her repeatedly?
Deltoroid
Yeah, a sentence like Semiramis lay dead on the floor, but John didn't care. Or Semiramis slowly turned to ash, John was sad he failed to protect her despite miss Ari's command.
Deltoroid
I'm gonna say, this is the perfect place to end the series... Maybe one or two post end chapters. You have something amazing on your hands and forcing the story through more arcs will just lower the quality.
RonGAR
@Louis Nel That's easy... she was killed by Nirari. It was 'QUICKLY' mentioned by John. SMH. Wish there was more 'DETAILS' on that. Don't know why Mech feels he needs to rush at bullet speed through everything. 🤷🏽♂️
Robert Hinshaw
I think there will always be complaints about who dies, but some need to go otherwise the stakes (pun intended) aren't high enough. Even if the readers protest, at least in future battles we feel tension because we know things could legit go sideways.
Louis Nel
I also am not clear on what's happened to Semiramis.
RonGAR
Wait a minute Wait one minute.... Did I read and re-read those last few paragraphs right? Is it over? Did Nirari actually die when Slava sacrificed himself and brought Nirari out right under Ariane's fangs? Did she drain him completely and take over the power that was once going to Semiramis? Was that it? was that the end of it? --------------- One of the things that upset me in this chapter was the deaths. Not only the ppl who did die, (that we know about) but how quickly it happened. No Pageantry, just gone. John Doe and Slava being the only exceptions. Just wish I had more detail. Because if Journey of Blk and Red is going to end soon and for good, (Which I swore we had a few more years of posting to go. smh) then what's the point of rushing through it? Feels like Season 8 of Game of Thrones all over again. Trying to rush to the finish in 8 episodes when HBO would've gladly paid for 20 in order to do it right! #justsaying. ------------- Seems like Urchin has a big target of his own. Some big powerful being he is holding a grudge at. My guess is Vanhiem himself. For not giving him the necessary tools and training he needed to survive. I Think most of the Vanhiem dislike their flippant and flighty progenitor. ---------------- Octavo admitted he was wrong... SMH Like Duh bro. Duhhh. Hmmm: With Slava, Jimena, and Mannfred, gone. That means Phineas and Ariane are the last survivors of the Knight escape. .... .... and the Vanhiem wolf girl who ran away on her own. ----------------- Soooo Stiglitz was not part of the trio from a few chapters ago who ordered the bomb dropped on the vampires and themselves. And he turned out to be crucial to the war effort and getting everyone pointing in the same direction. His character came far. He and a lot of ppl are still radioactive as hell thou. And that FOURTH explosion in their face didn't help the situation. LOL ------------------- Anyway TY for what you've done so far.
RottenTangerine
Great chapter here. I can't wait for more. The loss of so many great side characters is a definite bummer though.
Cormac
I have been reading this story since there were fewer than twenty chapters on Royal Road. To see it all come to this is quite something. Thank you for all the hours of fantastic reading.
Anonymous
Is Ari going to get to have a conversation with the bingle’s god and maybe Vanheim will make another appearance?
RonGAR
I needed a moment. Even now, I type with numb fingers. What a heavy chapter. SMH I really thought for a second that if this situation worked out, then this was going to end with all her friends and allies walking out of this situation intact... but that can never be now. Im shaking over here. So many dead and dying... what will Ari have when its all said and done? What kind of victory is it to win, but to lose nearly all that matters? There is sooo much to write but... I can't right now. I need more time. Maybe a day to let this all settle in. What a chapter!!!
RonGAR
Oh shit.............
Flemmy
I don't usually write comments, i have been following this story since 2021 i think, each week waiting for a new chapter. I want to thank you Mecanimus for bringing this story to life, this was an amazing adventure to read. I remember some rough times, but you always managed to go through it and deliver quality. While i ignore if this marks the end of Journey, i can however picture a before and an after of this absolute beast of a chapter. I can't help but to feel sentimental about it, thank you for everything so far, it was a blast of a reading
Flover
Bravo.
Jeanean
What?
SunderGoldmane
I legit cried.
Joe ?
I can't believe we're finally here. I was dreading it because this story has been so consistently there for me for years now, but I feel like it ended exactly how it had to.
Nait02
Tftc... Some Mistakes (I believe): "I deflect the first blow and am still sending like a puppet against the nearest tree." -> "I deflect the first blow and am still sent like a puppet against the nearest tree." As well as “Wachte mal. Wait a moment, Herr vampire." -> “Warte mal. Wait a moment, Herr vampire."
Riprexe
Thank you Jiwa for what is now my favourite story!
Narogah
"Wachte mal" should be "Warte mal"
Lazy Lemon
He isn't but he has a dragon armor linked to malakim's one which made them switch places
Kristof Dohrmann
Great chapter. "Wachte mal" should be Warte mal", though I'd use "Warten sie", which is more formal and fits better with him addressing Urchin as Herr Vampire. Alternatively "Warten Sie einen Moment", which is a more literal translation of "wait a moment", or "Warte einen Moment", which is less formal.
Kyle Pemberton
Can anyone explain what happened there at the end? How can Nirari be in two places at once?
closeded
Seriously, before this one the dragon chapter was my favorite, now... You've litterally outdone yourself.
closeded
That was pretty great. The twists at the end were entirely unexpected, but you prepped them that they felt satisfying, rather than cheap. Poor Jimena... and pretty funny that the mother's death was so anticlimactic. And John and Bingle for the win! Seriously. I can't properly express how much I liked this chapter.
Andrew
Thank you!
Mai0e
Thanks for the Journey! Looking forward to the epilogue and future other stories you might come up with. I‘am hoping that some question marks get resolved in the epilogue. Is Cadiz dead? Is Ari now able to walk under the sun after consuming her sire and his mother?
Jo
This was actually a very good Climax to the story. Congratulations, many very good authors strugle with rhis and have done worse.
StarWolf
Great chapter… but I would like to see that last paragraph expanded on and the weave and the song expanded a bit more. I hope there are a number of epilogue chapters to follow… 1 day, 1 week or month, 1 year, 10 years, 100 years, 500 years, 1000 years, 3000 years and or whenever the spheres are aligned.
Karthic
HOLY SHIZ NIT
Jan Verner
Thanks for the story. I was afraid how you are going to finish it and how she is going to beat him. This was nice meaningful end. Sad about who gets killed, but I expected way worse.
Olof Karlsson
Thanks for the chapter!
LenoraeKB
Damn that swap got me. The build to her beating nirari outside was so fantastic that I didnt even consider an extension. Jimena and aintza dying offscreen hurts for sure though.
Necrotyr
No, Slava, Ari's brother in blood
Elaine
amazing chappie
Eric
So Constance got nuked ?:(
Eosus
This would make a great epilogue "So I can just order blood online now? How convenient!"
matt
Well fuck me. So she claimed Sovereignty?
Necrotyr
Aww... I still hope we get to see Ari use a computer
Jason Bryant
Noooo Jimena!!!!
Young Youghurt
This story belongs to absurd fiction becuase the saviour of the world was a British bloke Bingle. I didn't realise Ari's power was the same one as that naruto's milf goddes. Thank you for this incredible story.
Mecanimus
Sorry for sacrificing your Eponym.
John Doe
Oof, a lot of good characters died. I'm particularly saddened by Jimena and Doe.
Hayden Leech
I’m not crying you’re crying!
SDCard
Thanks for the chapter! Jimena... :(
Mecanimus
Note: this is not the end of Journey, however this is the last 'official' chapter. The next ones will be short epilogues.
