Dantega:Volume 4 Chapter 9
(PART 3)
The battle of Armageddon has been underway for hours now, Trojia has her eyes solely on Ubica but the sounds of agony and death reverberate through her ears as they hit from all around her.
Ubica has killed so many people she has lost the ability to fathom it once it got over her estimation of a hundred thousand, it most certainly surpassed that number tenfold by now.
Ubica is such a force that he is killing off Heavenly Beings without even clashing swords with them, it's as though his mere presence is enough to kill them in bulk. He viciously strikes down thousands of enemies at a time before they could even realize he was there.
He can do this because of the power that resides in him, the power that he is made of...
Evil.
As the human embodiment of all that is sin, he manipulates the evil and uses its energy as a weapon.
All of his attacks are manifested forms of energy from the evil of every human that has ever lived stored in Dantega.
And since there is more hate and ugliness than good in the history of humanity, it is only natural that evil reigns supreme.
None the less, watching the purest form of darkness in action is a sight to behold, he is unstoppable.
To get a proper grasp on this battle, one must know who the ones fighting are.
On the side of Hell, are demons fighting alongside humans that have been tempted by Ubica.
And on the side of Heaven, are humans that found the resolve to ally with God under the worst of times, past humans who died and are now fighting alongside the light, and lastly, Heavenly Beings.
There is a difference between past humans, Heavenly Beings, and Angels though. To put it simply, Heavenly Beings are in direct contrast to Hell's Demons. They hold many different forms of many different animals but are all a hybrid between humans, almost as if they were the first prototypes of man that were determined to be flawed and eventually paved the way for the final design. A horse with a man's body, a man who's arms are the wings of a dove, a man with a lamb's head, these are the type of beings that are the equivalent to Heaven as Demons are to Hell.
Just because the beings of such immense strength are fighting, it doesn't mean that the living humans hold no threat. They all have modern weapons such as guns and bombs, and in the sky are fighter jets and bombers the best human technology can offer.
Trojia has no clue what these things in the air are, she might as well be the Native-American that saw the first European ship and thought it was a god. The best way she can describe them is by comparing them to flying sharks made of metal. But the ruthless way these planes go about their killing shatters that innocent analogy to pieces.
The destruction the thousands of airplanes cause on the ground is something she could never have imagined, the lights and sounds of the blasts followed by the concussions they cause are deafening. The poor people below are being blown to nothing by ATGM missiles or brutally shot full of holes by 50 caliber bullets. On any battlefield that uses modern technology to fight, the sounds are as horrific and frightening as war can get, but when the numbers of people fighting are in the billions it turns into a scene in which the world has never seen.
Ubica leaves his army behind and runs through the crowd of ruin as he makes his way into the center of Heaven's Army, with simple swings of his sword his enemies turn to ash.
He's walking like a fire burning everything that is in his way until he reaches an area similar to an eye of a hurricane.
He is standing on bare land surrounded by a sea of white, the white being all of Heaven's Army, it is as though they all have spread out specifically for this moment. And it becomes obvious that this is the case once Ubica looks a few hundred meters in front of him and sees the sight of his opposite and 144,000 Angels standing atop of Mt. Zion.
The time for small fries is over, Ubica's battle now rests solely with the Son of God and his Angels, and this brings a wicked smile upon his face.
These Angels are the people who never swayed away from the lamb's path, the most righteous of man that avoided the temptations of evil.
In other words, these are the so called perfect beings.
Not every man who dies and goes to Heaven becomes an Angel, only the best of the best can be gifted with such an honor. These are the beings that Ubica despises with every last fiber of who he is. They all bear the name of Jesus and his God on their foreheads and are ready to fight for him, and the only enemy in their path is Ubica the Anti-Christ.
Amongst those Angels, are the ones that hold the title of Arch. Michael, Gabriel, and Raphael. The three strongest Angels fly above in the sky triumphantly as they stare down on the Anti-Christ.
Gabriel, is the angel that blew the trumpet blast that initiated the end of time and the general resurrection at the Last Judgment. He is the Angel who's job as the messenger to man succeeded in changing the world in many ways, and as an Archangel his words are absolute.
The wind of the sky blows his light blue hair and his white robe sways in unison as he blows his trumpet once more. He then preaches to all who live on the Earth, and to every nation and in every tongue, every man on the planet hears his voice as he says loudly,
“Fear God, and give him glory. Because the hour of his judgment has come. Worship him who made the heavens and the Earth, the sea and the springs of waters.”
Ubica scowls at Gabriel's voice, he speaks as though this is the moment of their victory. In the Book of Revelation, this same line was predicted to be said. Having it happen now before his eyes stirs up a deep resentment in his chest.
After Gabriel's words, the voice of another Archangel is heard, this one has long flowing black hair and bright turquoise eyes who goes by the name of Raphael.
He spreads his arms and declares, “Fallen is Babylon the Great! She who has made all the nations drink the wine of the passion of her immorality.”
When he says Babylon the Great, he means a certain person that Ubica knows very well. She is the great tempter of women and is known as the Idolatress. She is the one person who stands to the side of the Beast, and her name is Messor.
But what does Raphael mean when he says she has fallen?
The answer comes when a light shines from under Raphael's feet and the limp figure of a girl is seen floating from the mass of Angels up towards him.
It is Messor, Ubica can't tell if she is alive or not and watches in anger as Raphael cradles her limp body in his arms.
Ubica grits his teeth and a darkness spews from all around him.
“..."
His legs begin shaking as his hate causes his vision to become blurry at the mere sight of his Idol in that Archangel's arms.
But before he moves those legs to attack, Micheal finally speaks, both to Ubica and to everyone else in the world.
“Anyone who worshiped the Beast and his Idol, and received the Mark on his forehead or his hand... Will also drink the wine of the 'Wrath of God', which is mixed in full strength in the cup of his 'Anger'. And he will also be tormented with fire and brimstone in the presence of the Holy Angels and in the presence of the Lamb.”
Micheal stops and looks to Jesus, he then points out in the distance at a massive crater in which a certain Angel named Abbadon created at the beginning of the battle.
Micheal holds a spear in his hand in which its blade is in the form of a cross about a meter high and a half meter across with a red ribbon tied across the middle of it.
He points his spear out at the crater and sends a flame that lights up the already crimson sky in its direction. The flame enters the crater and expands violently as if the air in the abyss was combustible, the fire burns so hot that the heat is felt on Ubica's face from almost a mile away.
“And the smoke of their torment goes up forever and ever.” Micheal continues, “They have no rest, day or night, this is the punishment of those who received the Mark of his name.”
“ENOUGH OF THIS!” Ubica shouts as he swings his sword, he stabs it into the ground and addresses all who stands before him. “You people warn my followers of their fate under false pretenses, your God has fooled you all into arrogance. I will destroy that arrogance with my own hands!”
The Angels look at him with pity in their eyes as if he is some kind of cornered animal baring its fangs, feigning strength to keep itself from being devoured.
These looks cause Ubica to smile, not a smile that says he enjoys being looked down upon, but a smile that says he can't wait to wipe those Angels off the face of the planet.
“Hahahahahaha you're looking at me all wrong! There's no fear in your eyes, but I'll change that, I'll make you look at me the way I want you to!!!”
He slams his hand down on the but end of his sword that sticks into the ground and in an instant the sky is blotted out and the entirety of Mt. Zion is engulfed in a pitch black sphere. The light that shined from the Angels is no more, they are all stuck in an individual state of isolation. The only thing they can see are themselves, all others have disappeared from sight.
Just like how Gabriel, Raphael, and Michael addressed everyone in the world with their voices, Ubica does the same to everyone in this large sphere that spreads miles wide.
“Have you people ever seen true evil? You are all so arrogant because your God has never shown you the darkness, he has sheltered you from it so you never find out how truly fearsome it is. So how does he expect you to fight the darkness if you have never witnessed it with your own eyes? Well then, allow me to show you what it looks like...”
Back in the second level of Purgatory, on a certain island, in a certain port city home, there is the sound meat being cleaved violently.
That sickening thick noise could be heard in every room, in every corner of the house, behind every door, and the sound comes from within the dining room.
There in the room that is supposed to hold happy moments between a family, lies the source of the noise. It is a certain girl swinging a foot long blade downwards in a stabbing motion repeatedly. With each swing blood sprays into the air sending the red fluid onto the wall as if using it as a canvas for creating a horrid painting.
The artist behind this is Amber, and the ink used at this moment is her mother. Her father Albert is already slumped over dead on the dinner table with a slit throat.
Amber is crying as she keeps stabbing into the lifeless body of her mother, she wants to close her eyes to not look at this terrible sight, but just like how she can't control her body, her eyelids refuse to shut as well.
But she can still control her mouth, it moves as her voice lets out a ghastly scream of agony.
“UUUAAAAAHHHHHH!!!!!”
The point of begging herself to stop has long since passed, no matter how many times she pleaded to her body it never listened, her merciless assault on the parents who gave her life relentlessly continued.
After one final strike, her body finally stops. With eyes glued open she finally gets a good look at what she's done, Melissa almost has her head decapitated as most of Amber's attacks were focused on the head area. It is so bad that she cannot even recognize that the dead woman under her feet is actually her mother.
“T-This can't be happening...” Amber mutters, wet all over with the blood of her parents. “THIS CAN'T BE HAPPENING!!!”
Then, her body begins to move by itself once again, this time toward the exit, the machete like blade still in her hand as she exits her house.
Walking along the streets of the city at night she seemingly goes unnoticed.
It is an exceptionally dark night because the usual three moons that shine brightly in the sky aren't apparent. Even with three moons it seems that Purgatory has its own lunar activity, this one in particular being its version of a new moon.
This is somewhat fortunate for her, because if someone got a good look at her they'd certainly call the authorities due to all the blood on her clothes and face.
She has been walking in a zombie like motion for a few minutes when she reaches a building that she recognizes, it is a small medical clinic that doubles as a house.
It is her brother Nicklaus' home.
Amber walks up the stairs of the stoop and knocks on his door rather loudly, she knows exactly what is going to happen once that door opens.
The pressure in the hand holding the knife tightens and begins to shake in angst for the upcoming attack.
“No...” she begs as tears flow from her eyes and mix with the blood on her cheeks.
Amber happens to glance at the window to the right of the door and sees Nicklaus walking from the innards of his home towards her. He looks through the window from inside to see his sister covered in blood knocking on his door, suspecting the worst, his face turns frantic as he hurriedly opens his door.
Sensing the moment speed up in almost a blur, her blade is thrust forward in perfect unison with the opening of the door.
Amber's agony is heard through her throat as she yells,
“NOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!”
“You... Piece of shit.” Ubica says as he drops to his knees.
He had just witnessed Amber commit the murder of her parents because of Leviathan's manipulation of the water in her body. This is sending him into a blurring state of many different emotions.
Anger at Leviathan for doing such a thing.
Sadness at the fact that Amber's parents had to be killed by their own daughter in cold blood.
But one that is steadily sending him into despair is guilt, this is the main feeling brewing in his chest.
It is his fault that Amber has to experience the emptiness of taking a life, especially the lives of her loved ones in such a gruesome way. If it wasn't for his carelessness, this would never have happened, he could have protected her and her family at all costs if he had just used his head. And thinking back further than that, he is overwhelmed with guilt because if it wasn't for him developing a relationship with her in the first place, this whole situation would never have unfolded.
When Ubica is overwhelmed with negative feelings, he instinctively uses a defense mechanism that discards anything that hurts him by replacing it with hate. Hate in turn becomes darkness, and that in turn becomes evil. The pain of regret in his chest goes away when he is consumed by this evil and he knows it.
However...
He's fighting it, it isn't too late for him to fight it with all he has and try to save her.
Ubica stands to his feet and rushes toward the city as fast as his legs can move.
Leviathan takes pleasure in such a pitiful effort and says, “I wont let you do that.”
He molds into a mass of water and shoots at the speed of sound right in front of Ubica, he forms back into his normal self and stands as a blockade to Ubica's advancement.
“Get out of the way!” Ubica shouts.
He pulls out his sword and swings it violently at Leviathan with enough force to rip anything in half.
The Demon of Envy holds his hand out and smiles, as soon as Ubica's blade touches his hand, all of the force that went along with its movement halts abruptly.
This should be impossible, a flesh and bone hand stopping a fast moving razor sharp sword should never occur, but much to Ubica's dismay it has been done.
“!?”
Not even having a moment to configure what had just transpired, Ubica is sent flying backwards in an immense shock-wave. He skims across the beach sand and like a rock being skipped he takes a few bone breaking bounces on the ocean surface before sinking into it with a giant splash.
Hitting water at such a speed is the equivalent of hitting asphalt and no doubt it certainly felt like it as well, to get out of this collision without major injury would be a minor miracle.
“Think about this Ubica.” Leviathan says as Ubica struggles out get out of the water and stand atop of it. “Do you honestly think you can save her?”
While coughing and pulling his dislocated shoulder back into place he replies, “Of course I do!”
“Why is that? What makes you think that girl isn't beyond saving? She has just murdered her parents and is in the process of slaughtering her brother as well. After this, she wouldn't even want to be saved.”
“It's not her fault! It's yours!”
“You're right about her not being at fault, but you're wrong about placing the blame on me.”
Ubica knows where he is going with this, it only clarifies the feelings of guilt already spreading in his body like a poison.
“SHUT UP!!” he yells to shake that off.
“So you get it? If you'd have just left that girl alone, where do you think she'd be in her life right now?”
She'd be happy...
“Damn it I said shut the fuck up!”
“Do you understand that the person you are now is better off being alone? Unless you are strong enough to protect the people who are unfortunate enough to meet you, being alone is the only way to keep them safe. That, or...”
Leviathan again sends his form into water and in an instant he reforms right behind Ubica.
He whispers in his ear, finishing off his statement,
“Become stronger.”
Ubica twists his body and swings his sword wildly, completely missing his target. But frustration overwhelms him and he continues to swing in a blind rage.
Leviathan stutter steps backwards, speaking while avoiding Ubica's wide array of attacks. “You said you've been training to be able to defeat me... But what I noticed is that no matter how strong you think you are, if I impose certain circumstances that send you into despair, the weak side of you shows its desperation and throws all strength gained out the window. You are at a stalemate with your own body.”
“What weak side are you talking about!?” Ubica inquires, a hint a desperation escaped his tone.
“You know what I'm saying, don't play the fool now. It's your kindness. Your kindness is sending your comrades on a fast track towards death, everyone you know and care about will die unless you change the way you are.”
“That's ridiculous!”
“Is it really? Look at what's happening before your very eyes, that girl is picking off her own family one by one because of your kindness. You told me a couple of days ago that the person you are now is much stronger than the you of the past. I'm doing this to test that claim.”
Ubica is trying everything he can to even lay a scratch on Leviathan as they speak, but no matter what attack he uses, Leviathan comes out unscathed.
His attacks become more desperate as Leviathan continues to speak.
“I recall a time in the past where you saved the life of Messor, your Idol, but not out of this pathetic kindness. It was out of hate!”
Ubica remembers this as well, sadly though, that was a situation that has brought him nothing but pain ever since. He can't conjure up strength from such an accomplishment because the strength he used then is the opposite of what he is trying to use now.
“You see Ubica!” Leviathan says as he reveals an unusual frown. “I have given you a test! To see whether or not your words are true, and guess what? YOU FAILED!!”
Leviathan avoids another one of Ubica's attacks and leaps backwards, he lifts his leg up and says, “As punishment!”
He then slams his foot into the ocean and a solid wall of water rises ten meters high and ten meters wide.
“I'll force you to watch how your weakness affects those around you!!”
On that wall is the projection of Amber reaching yet another house, she opens the door and her elder sister Alison happens to be the first person she sees.
Alison gasps in horror at the bloodied state Amber is in and rushes to her aid.
But while doing so, she is met face first with the now dull dagger being thrust forward by Amber.
The blade enters Alison's eye socket and exits out the back of her head, blood sprays as the force of the attack is like a sledgehammer to a watermelon.
Because of Leviathan's water controlling her body, she is likely twenty times as strong as any human could be.
Amber is in such a state of shock that her brain has pretty much shut down, she can't even mutter any words as her body pulls the blade out of her sister's skull and proceeds to walk up a flight of stairs.
Once on the second story she turns to the first door on the right and opens it. In the room are two twins at the age of ten, one a boy named Jeremy, the other a girl named Alice playing happily with toys and teasing each other in the process.
Amber holds her knife out and the attention of the two twins finally shifts in her direction.
What comes next are two innocent looks of horror followed by two high pitch screams...
The Archangel Raphael is holding an unconscious Messor in his arms, just a few moments ago he was holding her like a prized trophy to show the world that the Anti-Christ's Idol has fallen.
But now he holds her close to his body as if protecting himself from something.
“Do you know what you are holding Raphael?”
The unmistakable voice of Ubica rings in his ears but no matter where he looks, he can't find him in the pitch black darkness. He stays silent and keeps his guard up wearily.
Out of the three Archangels, Raphael is undoubtedly the most soft spoken of the three. Throughout history he has been known as the great healer of man, and he has never found a need to speak while doing so. This has caused him to be almost robotic in his role as a servant of God, and this adds to his aura as a prominent figure, so when he does speak, it is certain that everyone will listen.
“I see you aren't much of a talker. Very well then, I'll do the talking. I'd like to tell you a little about myself.” Ubica said when he didn't get an immediate reply.
"...”
“As you know I am a man of every sin. However, there are two sins that more define me as a person than any other.”
Ubica's voice starts to surround Raphael and seemingly hits every corner of his brain as the embodiment of evil continues.
“My possessions is one, in turn that is my greed. Everything I own is mine and I won't let anybody or anything take even one item away from me. What you are holding is something that I own.”
This is only natural, greed is a human emotion that is felt without even realizing it, Raphael assumed that would be his reasoning for wanting Messor back.
“But.” Ubica added, “That isn't even half the meaning of what you are holding...”
“...?”
Raphael is a little confused as to where he is going with this, but lets him speak instead of interrupting.
“I want you to think about this. A person who has all of his possessions stolen from him has nothing material left to call his own... But with everything gone, what is the one thing that a person would cling to at all cost?”
Suddenly, Raphael is struck with a dull yet numb felling in his upper arms. He looks down and sees an odd black wire of darkness constricting them like a snake. It squeezes harder and he loses all feeling in the hands planted on Messor's back.
Looking down at them, it takes him a moment to realize that there is a presence breathing sharply against the back of his neck.
He knows this presence, the Anti-Christ is right behind him and with his arms bound and his hands on Messor, he is defenseless.
With each hand Ubica grabs onto each of Raphael's wings.
Ubica's face turns contorted with anger and says with a mighty roar,
“What you are holding... IS MY PRIDE!!!”
He pulls on Raphael's wings and the tendons and joints connecting them to his body begin to rip apart with each ounce of pressure on them.
Raphael grunts in pain and decides to abandon the thought that holding Messor hostage is the right idea. He tosses her aside and notices that the binding feeling from the string of darkness dissipates as well.
He readies to use his hands to pry Ubica's grip from his wings, he moves his arms that are now incredibly light with the weight of Messor off them towards his back when...
Something is odd.
His arms are too light, it's a feeling of weightless that cannot be described unless...
He looks down in confusion and his face writhes in horror as the answer becomes evident.
His arms below his triceps are gone, cut so cleanly he doesn't even feel the pain.
“WWHHAAA!?!?”
“So this is what it took for you to speak.” Ubica said upon hearing the angel's voice for the first time.
Instead of behind him, his voice comes from in front of Raphael, he looks toward the source and sees Ubica holding his pride in his arms as if this was happening the entire time.
“H-How!?” Raphael queries in shock.
“Look around you.” Ubica replies as he moves one of his hands free and grabs the lower arms of Raphael still clinching to Messor's back. “This is me... This is the darkness that your God has neglected to show you, in here, your light wont shine.”
He tosses Raphael's arms into the air and they are instantly engulfed in a black flame and disintegrated.
Watching his limbs burn into nothing sends his body into an incredible pain, Raphael grunts as the horrid feeling sends shock-waves of misery down every inch of his body.
“Oh yeah that's right.” Ubica smiles. “Your God has never shown you pain has he? Being in Heaven since your birth, you have yet to feel it. Here on the other hand, a being like you will be consumed by it... So, what do you think? Is it what you always thought it'd be?”
“Grrraahhhhhh!!!!? Why is this happening!?” Raphael shouts as his attempts at healing himself go unfulfilled because he needed his hands to do so.
By now blood is streaming like a fountain out of the perfectly cut veins that still think they need to send blood to the hands.
“It's happening because of your belief in God. He has lied to you all, forsaken you all. And I am the one who must act upon his negligence."
With his free hand, he points his index finger at Raphael's severed arms and the blood squirting from them forms into a little river and flows towards Ubica's fingertip. At the tip of Ubica's finger, a little ball of what looks to be black water forms, and when Raphael's blood and his finger tip make contact at its point, the blood becomes black as well.
“I will show you Dantega, I'll show you how you were fooled into believing I could possibly be defeated.”
The black water-like liquid from Ubica's finger tip flows upstream in Raphael's blood and slowly takes it over, it reaches the wide open insides of the angel's arms and shoots in as if being injected by a giant syringe.
“AAAAAGGHGGHHHHHUURRRAAAGGGGGHHHH!!!!!”
Raphael screams in agony as every vein has its blood turned black with Ubica's evil, a benevolent being such as an Archangel being violated by such darkness is more painful than any torture known in existence.
Ubica is taking pleasure in this sight, this is what he deserves for attempting to steal away a possession of his, this is what he deserves for attempting to harm his pride.
His presence grows ever more sinister as his eyebrows become steep in order to form a hate-filled frown while holding Messor tightly.
“SO TAKE A GOOD LOOK AT ME, ANGEL OF GOD!!! WATCH CAREFULLY AS DANTEGA EATS YOU ALIVE!!!!”
“Where is he!?” Gabriel shouts in confusion as he scours around the darkness for any sign of life.
The Archangel's question is answered by the voice of Ubica, “Is that the depth of comradery toward your fellow Angels? I think you should be more worried about them than me.”
With eyes still wary of Ubica's presence, Gabriel answers, “My comradery is immeasurable, because I'm more worried about where you are shows how much I trust them.”
“Hahahahaha how stupid. You have wasted your affection on worthless cattle, they are being slaughtered one by one as we speak.”
“I would only be considered foolish if I actually believed you.” Gabriel replies sharply.
“Is that so..? Then shall I show you a little collection of mine? I'd prefer to reveal the masterpiece once it's complete but I tend to pity ignorant idiots.”
Ubica appears in front of Gabriel and snaps his finger.
Gabriel instantly moves on guard and backs off a little to be safe.
“No need to be so cautious.” Ubica says as the darkness around him begins to brighten and what lies behind him can be seen. “Take a look Gabriel, tell me what you think.”
A bright flash of white temporarily blinds Gabriel and whilst in this state of immobility, he feels the gentle touch of something soft float across his face. A similar feeling follows but this time it is felt on his shoulder, and then that feeling multiplies by the hundreds and the tickles surface all over his body.
“What is this?” he asks himself as he grabs whatever it is that is touching him.
Even without being able to see, he instantly recognizes what it is he's holding. Not caring about the sting still present in his eyes he forcefully opens them anyway, and through a blurry haze he finds that what he's holding is something white with red stains all over it.
It is a bloodied feather...
Falling all around him as if raining from the sky are bloodied feathers.
“Don't get mesmerized by something as simple as feathers... Look behind me.”
Shifting his gaze to the area behind Ubica, he sees a sight that his eyes have never seen. Thousands upon thousands of of dead bodies stacked on top of each other. The bodies packed so close together it's as though it is a mountain of flesh climbing hundreds of feet high.
The dead bodies are all people that Gabriel knows very well, they are his Angel comrades that were supposed to valiantly join the battle of Armageddon and put a stop to the Anti-Christ's reign of terror. Yet here they are, lying dead and wingless in a pile as if they were trash waiting to be burned.
“!?!?”
Gabriel is speechless and in shock, seeing something that was previously so far from his mind causes a paralytic affect.
“Didn't I tell you? One by one, all of your comrades are being slaughtered.”
Gabriel still looks at him quizzically and Ubica answers, “You want to know how? It's happening all around you as we speak.”
Ubica points towards an Angel holding his head and screaming in agony as foam comes gushing out of his mouth. There is nothing anywhere near him, but it seems that something is attacking him, the way he writhes makes it look as though he's gone mad. The white foam spewing from his mouth becomes red with blood and his whole body turns limp. He floats motionlessly until his wings twitch unnaturally and move as if they are being pulled by something.
The skin of his back stretches until it can no longer withstand the pressure and his wings rip off. Right after that, his body is discarded and joins in the construction of the mountain filled with dead Angels. The wings that once graced his back float for a moment until they are enveloped by a black circle and sucked into it, disappearing from sight.
“Wha..?” Gabriel mutters.
“If you are wondering where the wings of all the Angels are, I'm saving them up to fulfill a little declaration I made to the Son of God. With that in mind, your wings are needed as well.”
Ubica rushes Gabriel and swings at him with his sword.
Although the attack surprised the Archangel, he still had time to parry and block Ubica's attack with a shield of water he formed in front of him.
“Interesting. I had heard you are the Angel of the water element.” Ubica says as he sheaths his sword. He then spreads his arms and two balls of black liquid form around his hands. “You know, I was birthed from the deepest darkest depths of the sea. Water is the perfect container for evil don't you think? So let's see which type of water holds the most strength."
The water grows into large spheres around his hands when he finishes,
"You, the water that gives life... Or me, the water that takes it away.”
The Archangel Michael is breathing hard and has been avoiding numerous attacks from beams of green light coming from the darkness all around him.
“This isn't going to work Anti-Christ! Show yourself!” he demands.
“I figured that would be the case, I just wanted to keep you occupied as I took care of a couple little pests.” Ubica replies as he reveals himself in front of Michael.
“Pests?”
“That's right.”
Michael frowns because he wanted more of an explanation than that, but frankly, he already knows the answer, and this makes him quite angry.
“If you even lay a finger on any of them, I'll turn you to ashes.”
Ubica leans his head back and laughs loudly, “Hahahahahaha! Too late Michael, they're all dead.”
“What?”
“Well actually that would be an exaggeration to some extent, there are a couple I left alive specifically for you.”
Michael swings his spear and grits his teeth. “Lies, you are nothing but a scheming liar.”
Ubica shrugs his shoulders, “I can't say that your assessment in me is wrong, lying is one of my best traits. But I am just as much of a liar as I am honest, how about I show you proof of my honesty?”
Ubica spreads his arms and out of the darkness behind them come two women that are bound and seemingly unconscious. Their whole bodies are wrapped in a barbed wire of darkness that is ripping their skin apart causing blood to stain their white gowns and white wings.
Both women are strikingly beautiful, one with blonde hair and the other is a brunette, the fair skin that isn't stained with blood lights the darkness around them.
These two women aren't just any average Angels, these two are the main companions of Michael and very powerful in their own right. The blonde goes by the name of Catherine and the brunette is known as Margaret. Throughout time these two have been at each side of the strongest Archangel, it is even said that the two of them share a romantic relationship with Michael, so Ubica has decided to see for himself if that is true.
Michael's face drops in shock when he sees his two closest companions in such a state, this look of his proves to Ubica that the rumors were true. He laughs softly and backs away from the two captive Angels, disappearing in the darkness.
His voice still echoes from all around Michael as he says, “Are you surprised Michael? Of course I'd target them, your relationship with them hasn't ever been a secret.”
Ignoring Ubica's provocation, Michael demands, “Let them go!”
“I just might do that, partially that is. All you need to do is answer me this... Which one?”
“...?”
“Which one is it? Who is the woman you desire most? Pick one and I'll release her... But the other one dies. You can't have both.”
“That's ridiculous! Your fight is with me! Just leave them out of this!”
Ubica's chuckle echoes all around the darkness as he says, “You're wrong, my battle is with all of Heaven. No being is more or less important than the other. In other words, I decide who lives or dies. However, this situation is different, I'm letting you make the decision, if you don't do it soon I'll kill them both.”
Michael, who is usually so calm and collected, is losing his cool with each breath.
Squeezing the handle of his spear with all his might he replies, “I can't do that, I love them both the same. I'll never choose one over the other.”
"Isn't polygamy against the teachings of God?” Ubica asks mockingly.
“In Heaven there are no boundaries when it comes to love, that is the gift he has given us.”
“Hahahaha a gift you say? Caring for more than one girl seems to be more trouble than it's worth. Given your circumstance now, it's going to result in the death of both the women you love.”
Michael becomes disgusted and it is written all over his face when he says, “I don't want to hear that from someone who doesn't even know what love is. If you did you'd be able to see why I can't choose between the two people I care about most.”
Ubica's voice halts for a few moments, and an eerie silence falls upon them until Ubica's voice resounds louder than before.
“The Archangel saying he can't do something!? The Archangel that defeated Satan with that right hand is admitting he can't even make a simple choice!? By this you are admitting defeat, are you willing to say that you've lost to me!?”
Michael swings his spear and thrusts the cross shaped blade under his arm as if trying to attack something behind him. And when a 'thunk' sound followed by the noise of a liquid spilling from a container, it becomes obvious that he had hit something.
“Love will never be defeated by evil. I used it during the war in Heaven to defeat Satan, and I'll use it again to defeat a weaker being such as yourself.”
As soon as Michael stops speaking, Ubica appears behind him with blood flowing from his mouth. Michael had somehow found out that Ubica was behind him and sent the holy tip of his spear directly into the gut of the Anti-Christ.
Ubica looks shocked as the blade of the spear goes from his stomach above his naval all the way through his torso and out of his back.
“How?” Ubica asks in a weak way.
Michael is about to explain how it was he defeated the Anti-Christ so easily but he is interrupted by the sharp laugh of Ubica.
As if he feels nothing, he takes a slight breath in and says,
"I'm kidding."
“Huh?”
“Hahahahahaha did you think you've won? You fucking idiot! I can never be defeated! Not by Satan, and most certainly not by love! This is what I think of that statement!”
Ubica vanishes from the tip of Michael's spear and leaves him wondering just where he went. He looks back toward Margaret and Catherine and sees two Ubica's directly behind the two.
“An illusion??”
Both Ubica's speak in unison, “This is no simple trick Michael.”
All throughout the darkness, dozens of forms of Ubica appear, all wearing a wide grin. As his numbers grow he speaks through all of their mouths and the multiple voices beat at Michael's ears.
“I am everywhere Michael, I watch everything, I am everything. You cannot escape me, and due to your poor decision, neither will your lovers!”
The barbed wire of darkness that wraps Margaret and Catherine constrict and their bones crack, their delicate bodies are slowly ripped to shreds as the barbs sink into their flesh.
“STOP IT!!”
“It's far too late! You've made your decision!”
The two Ubica's snap their fingers and both Margaret and Catherine are ripped into little pieces. Their body parts fall into the darkness and are engulfed in the pitch black.
The two women that Michael has been sharing his love with for so many years have been murdered right before his eyes and he couldn't do anything about it.
He was helpless.
But why is that? It wasn't supposed to be that way, it was said that the Angels will come out of this unscathed as the Anti-Christ was easily defeated.
Yet here, right in front of him, two of the strongest Angels were torn apart right before his eyes, and as the strongest Angel in Heaven he didn't even come close to stopping it.
Was this the arrogance Ubica spoke of?
Was this an underestimation?
No matter what it was, the fact is that they are dead, and the person who committed this heinous act is standing in front of him smiling in pleasure. The only thought now rolling through his head, is how much he wants to burn that wicked smile into nothing. His vision goes blurry and he only focuses his eyes on the two Ubica's that slaughtered his lovers with a snap of a finger.
With a roar befitting of a cry, the spear in his right hand bursts into an intense flame.
“OOOOOAAAAAHHHHHHHHH!!!!!”
He swings his flame spear and sends a towering wall of inferno directly towards his targets.
This is the fire of the Archangel, this is a fire that will never wither nor fade until his target is reduced to ashes. His flames are the absolute purest of any kind and are supposed to be used as the final resting place for the Anti-Christ in the eternal lake.
However, the purity of this fire is replaced by the newly formed hate brewing in his soul, the malice filled attack no longer has any meaning behind it.
It is only there to destroy, to burn, to kill.
The great wall of flame hits the two Ubicas and they are instantly torched, but through the inferno Ubica is still seen smiling menacingly.
He laughs and says his final words, “Foolish man. Your righteous flame has now been forsaken... Look closely Archangel, look very close and see where you had just placed your anger.”
The flames become so bright that only the silhouettes of the two Ubicas can be seen, and the two silhouettes let out a ghastly scream.
But these are not the screams of a man, rather, they are two obvious screams of women burning to death painfully.
“AAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH!!!!”
“UUUUWWWAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHH!!!”
With their screams, the darkness disappears as quickly as it formed, and Ubica is standing without a scratch on him atop a mountain dead bodies.
Michael happens to catch sight of this and wonders in shock just what in the world he is burning, he quickly turns his head to the two people he thought was Ubica and finds something that turns him bug eyed in horror.
The two people being burnt to death in Michael's hate-filled attack are his two lovers, Margaret and Catherine.
Their flesh is literally being cooked, their once beautiful hair begins to char and their eyes start melting in the intense heat. They continue their screams and beg for Michael to stop his assault but this is the flame that won't ever stop burning until his target is turned to ash.
There is nothing he can do to save them.
“Hahahahahahahha! You were right about the illusion Michael.” Ubica says as he kicks his feet in humor. He then says something that was mentioned in an earlier conversation with the Archangel. “Although I consider myself to be an honest person... I am just as much of a liar!!”
Ubica had lied to Michael about the use of illusions from the very beginning. Because Ubica used illusions in his darkness, he made it seem as though Margaret and Catherine were killed by his two clones. When in actuality he was never really there to begin with, his two clones were just images of himself painted on the two Angels.
This was all apart of his sick plan to trick Michael into killing the two most important people in his life. A ruthless tactic to say the least, especially considering that Ubica is strong enough to kill them all off with his own hands, this was just for the fun of tormenting them before they died.
“NOOOOOOO!!!” Michael shouts, but it is far too late.
Both Margaret and Catherine have already breathed their last breaths, the only thing left now is to watch the dust of their former bodies blow away in the wind. Michael falls to the Earth's ground and sits on his knees as the ashes of his lovers slowly fade away.
Ubica jumps off the mountain of dead Angels and lands in front of Michael, who in his shocked state doesn't even look his way.
Ubica pulls out his sword and holds it to Michael's vulnerable neck. “Don't think that you're special, almost everyone else died in a similar fashion. None of you Angels could handle the true form of Dantega, you all were as easy to kill as foxes caught in a bear trap. It's a shame really, considering it was your God that locked your poor little fox legs in the bear trap in the first place.”
Ubica raises his sword and readies to lop off Michael's head when...
“Uaaaaaaahhhh!!!!”
A scream is heard behind him, he glances over and notices that the voice belongs to the Son of God on who is currently on his knees covering his face with his hands.
“Not even the Messiah could handle it.” Ubica says.
He turns back to inflict the final blow on Michael but is shocked to find that he is gone. In that moment of distraction, Michael had slipped away from right under Ubica's nose.
He clicks his tongue in annoyance and says, “Running from the inevitable is just cowardly Michael. I'll be sure to come after you once this is all finished.”
Ubica turns around and walks in the direction of Christ...
After Ubica gave the Son of God his 'Offer of Nothing', he is attacked from behind the mountain of wings he created by ripping them off from the Angel's backs.
He turns around to the source of the attack and sees that there are eight people looking up at him from the ground.
Eight people he knows all too well. The group consists of Belphegor. An older looking Mammon. Asmodeus, the woman Demon that represents the Original Sin of Lust. Amon, Beelzebub, Leviathan, and Satan. Joining the fearsome 7 Demons of Hell to their front is none other than Damien.
“Well if it isn't Damien and the Seven Demons of Hell all standing together and looking at me with such invidious eyes."
He stays silent for a few seconds, and then a green and black glow starts to shine around him, a huge smile surfaces on his face and he says, "HEY HEY! IS THIS WHAT THEY CALL A BETRAYAL!!!??"
The eight Demons all disperse and a battle commences as they all simultaneously attack Ubica.
Narrowly avoiding multiple attacks of insurmountable strength he somehow manages to build up a laugh. “Hahahahaha this is good! Great! This saves me the trouble of killing each of you one by one when this war is over.”
Satan frowns and speaks to him while they fight, “This is exactly why we're doing this, you planned on betraying me from the start!”
“What did you think would happen? I was going to serve you? I was going to give you all that I've obtained!? Go fuck yourself! You can see that this is my world now right?? I'll never hand it over!”
Satan becomes angry and charges Ubica, he holds a long sword and thrusts in toward Ubica's stomach. Ubica easily brushes the attack to the side with his katana and sends a fierce kick directly onto Satan's face, sending him flying off at an incredible speed.
Whilst flying back, Satan does some kind of hand signal and shouts, “DO IT NOW!!!”
Damien appears behind Ubica and with an open palm strikes him on the back, Ubica loses his breath momentarily and attempts to turn to strike back when...
“!?”
He can't move, his body is frozen, he scours the area with his eyes and sees the other 6 Demons, including Satan, floating around him in a perfect circle whilst holding different hand gestures. A bright purple light shines under his feet and Damien backs away from it, soon after he also joins the others in a distinct hand gesture.
The purple light turns into a hundred meter wide pentagram seal with an outstanding number of designs, the outskirts spin clockwise while the innards of the seal swirl counterclockwise. The intricate circle that binds Ubica is standing still.
Ubica knows what this is and is instantly angered, “You weak pieces of shit couldn't defeat me so you decided to place a seal on me! It's not going to work, doing this also seals your movements, none of you can attack me in this situation.”
This is a special seal that uses all the power of the casters, the fact that it has taken all eight of the most powerful Demons that have ever lived to simply stall Ubica's movements is amazing.
“You are right about us not being able to move.” Damien says with a confident smile, “But it doesn't mean that we aren't able to move you.”
The seal under Ubica's feet moves and with it so does all the others, they all float over the death-filled battlefield until it halts atop the eternal lake of hell-fire created by both Abaddon and the Archangel Michael.
The seal lowers and it becomes obvious what Damien and the other Demon's intend to do.
His paralyzed body is to be dropped into a place where there is no escape.
Ubica grits his teeth and his face turns contorted with hate. “You people... You conniving fucks.”
Damien laughs as he says, “I'd have to be foolish to not have thought that this would happen. In fact, I created this seal before you were even born Ubica.”
“So this is your idea.” Ubica hisses.
“Enough talking.” Satan demands, “Let's get this over with, it is finally time to destroy Dantega.”
Satan then looks down to the edge of the crater that the seal is dropping towards and sees Abaddon standing at the edge. He then orders, “Abaddon, the key holder to the endless pit, our new ally, prepare to lock this wretched man away forever.”
Abaddon smiles and replies, “Ts'all ready for ya boss.”
Ubica scowls and looks all of them in the eyes, before he is dropped into the fire, he declares, “I'm going to be back... And when I do, I'm going to kill you all.”
They all laugh at him as if saying 'good luck', and Ubica reveals the same kind of condescending smile and speaks once more.
“I must wish you luck in taking control of my army. Everyone who bears my mark will not serve under anyone but me. Even if they were to follow you, my mark will stop their hearts as punishment for betrayal. They wont escape that curse until this battle is over, even I made preparations in case of betrayal. So enjoy your miserable defeat Satan... There will be many more to come.”
“DROP HIM IN!!” Satan shouts angrily.
The seal shrinks and is now only seen under Ubica's feet, it lowers slowly as Ubica looks up at them all with a bitter frown.
On his way down he hears a familiar voice call his name, he shifts his gaze in that direction and finds Messor staring at him in shock with her bright gold eyes.
A comforting sight to say the least, his frown forms into a soft smile as the heat from Michael's flames hit his legs. He doesn't say a word, he just stares at his Idol while his descent continues. This is the moment the two are separated forever, but he feels that there really isn't much to say.
The same smile remains on his face until he is engulfed in the flames and he can no longer be seen. He is gone, and the eternal lake begins to close up rapidly as Abaddon turns a gold key he holds in his hand.
Inch by inch Ubica is moving away from her, not knowing what to do she glares at the great betrayers of her master.
Soon after they all disperse to go fight the rest of the battle and even Abaddon leaves after he puts his key into his pocket.
The lake has shrunk to such a size it couldn't even be called a small pool, once this closes all the way, it truly is over, she'll never see him again.
“Fuck that!” Messor yells, building her resolve. She takes a step toward the flame and says gently, “I'll never leave you, Ubica.”
With one final step, she falls into the lake just in time before it closes up for good.
The hate and evil that is Ubica is once and for all confined in a place where he can no longer harm anyone.
With that, the world can at long last, be at peace...
The current Ubica lays motionless on the beach sand as Leviathan stands over him. The two have been fighting for a while now and the winner is obvious, Ubica was once again easily defeated by his fellow Demon of the sea.
“Stand up Ubica, the exciting part is just about to begin.”
“.....”
Ubica doesn't move nor say a word.
Leviathan sighs and picks him up out of the sand by pulling the back of his collar, he tries to set him back onto his feet but Ubica's legs go limp and he drops right back to the ground.
“Is this all you have?” Leviathan asks in way that seems bitter and disappointed.
He hasn't used much effort at all in his fight, and yet here lies Ubica, the one person most feared in all of existence is collapsed in such a pathetic manner.
“Fine then, if I can't talk you into standing, maybe 'she' can.”
“U-Ubica...”
A frail voice of a girl is heard behind him and Ubica instantly opens his eyes and attempts to stand, but he can only manage to sit up. He looks behind him and discovers Amber walking toward him with a look of despair on her face. The blood that she was once soaked with is no longer there, it would seem that Leviathan has cleaned her up specifically for this moment.
“Amber...” Ubica says in a broken tone.
He had just watched her kill her ten year old niece and nephew, the last of her family with a dull machete like knife, he can't imagine how she is feeling at this moment in time. He can only look at her pitifully as his feelings are genuinely hurting for her.
“I've done something terrible Ubica... I've done something terrible.” she said as tears flow from her eyes.
“No! It wasn't you!”
“With my own hands... Mom, dad, Nicklaus, Allison and the twins... I killed them all.”
Ubica shakily gets to his feet and walks to her slowly, and when he gets within arms length she shouts,
“Don't touch me!!”
“??”
“I don't want to hurt you too! Please get away!”
Ubica halts but doesn't move back, and Amber swings her dagger at his face as a result. He barely avoids it in time and some of his silver hair is cut off in the process of dodging it, her calculated swings continue as Ubica maneuvers his body to keep himself from getting cut.
“Damn it Leviathan leave her alone!”
“No no, this is far too amusing. Why don't you stop her yourself?”
“How!?” he queries as Amber's blade skims across his cheek, causing him to bleed.
“It's simple, kill her.”
This situation is almost predictable in Ubica's mind, there is no way that Leviathan would just let her go after all this. The goal is and has always been to send Ubica into despair, by using a tactic as brutal as forcing him to kill his own friend, this can easily be attained.
“Don't look so disgusted Ubica, you have done something similar to this in the past haven't you?”
He is right, as the Anti-Christ he has thrown the weight of such an unreasonable ultimatum on a certain Archangel; it is only natural that what goes around comes around. Although killing off someone that he has only known for a couple of weeks isn't near as harsh as murdering two lovers blindly, this is still something he cannot do no matter what.
“What is he talking about Ubica!? Just who are you guys anyways!?” Amber asks as she swings the blade that is already soaked with the blood of her family.
“He is a bad man.” Leviathan answers in pleasure, “The kind of person that walks like a fire burning everything that's in his way. And you young lady, were caught in his path.”
Even though what Leviathan said is exactly how Ubica feels about himself, he still yells, “Don't listen to him Amber! This bastard is the one controlling your body right now, he poisoned you when you two met earlier.”
Amber instantly believes what he said, even though all of this is still happening, she still trusts him completely.
“So that's why you were so angry at me for bringing him in..?”
“That's right, although this never would have happened if I weren't around, at least let me explain all this once it's over.”
He tries to reassure her, to keep her fighting spirit alive, but Amber is too far away from ever being saved, and she knows it.
“There's no need... I don't want to live after this. How can I move along with any kind of normal life after all this!?”
Just as Leviathan predicted, she wouldn't want to live after witnessing and committing such atrocities.
“Don't talk like that!”
“Shut up Ubica!” Amber yells as tears fly from her eyes with each swing of her blade. “Please just kill me... I know you are strong enough to do it, I've seen it firsthand. Just do me this one favor.”
“What are you saying!? I'll never do such a thing!”
Leviathan chuckles as he watches the two fight over Amber's life, although this isn't quite what he wanted, to him this certainly makes for a good show.
He decides to interrupt their argument by urging them on, “You have to. If you don't, I'll make sure she goes on a killing spree the likes this island has never seen. I wonder how long it would be until she is stopped? My water blesses her with inhuman strength you know? She could hold out for weeks until the villagers finally catch her. Or perhaps I'll take away her strength at the last minute instead, I'm sure the villagers would be so angry that she'd be tortured and her mangled body would be paraded along the city streets.”
“Damn it Leviathan shut your fucking mouth!!”
“Do it Ubica! I don't want to hurt anymore people! Please!!” Amber begs as the thought of Leviathan's prediction runs through her head.
This is a dead end, Ubica has nowhere left to turn as his back is pinned between one unreasonable situation and another. The question now is what is truly best for Amber? Is it really okay to selfishly keep her alive and let her bear the pain of killing her whole family in cold blood? Or is it really alright to just kill her himself all because of Leviathan's temptations?
Just what is he supposed to do?
He avoids one final attack and grabs onto Amber's arms, he presses them against her body and squeezes her as tight as possible, keeping her from being able to move.
In this position he speaks intently into her ear, “I will never do anything to hurt you.”
He pushes her to the ground and turns to address Leviathan, “This is the only way to stop this. The only person I have to kill is you.”
“Oh? And how do you intend to do that?” Leviathan asks smugly.
“Dantega.”
“!?”
“That's right, all the training I've been doing has specifically been directed towards being able to control the power of Dantega to a certain extent.”
“Control Dantega?”
“This is what you wanted right? This is the corner you've backed me into! All I need to do is kill you and help Amber shoulder the burden of what has happened here tonight! My friends have helped me cope with everything I've done, I know I can help her through this as well!”
Ubica holds his hand out and his sword flies right into his palm from the beach sand, with his left hand he presses it against his chest and a thick black smoke forms around it and grows all over his body.
Leviathan can sense the strength growing within him, it is something he hasn't felt in a long time. But something is off, it still isn't the same as before, because Ubica is still the same frail person he has been since escaping the eternal lake.
Leviathan sighs at this and speaks, “That's not what I wanted, I'd hoped for you to resort to letting Dantega control you, not the other way around. This is disappointing, this is not the way I wanted to go about this, but I guess in the end it'll still have the same result.”
He moves his eyes from Ubica and looks towards Amber who is right behind him.
Ubica catches that and what follows immediately after is a 'thud' sound and a groan.
He abandons all thoughts of attacking Leviathan and turns around quickly.
Amber is on her knees with her hands on the hilt of the dagger impaling her stomach.
Leviathan has controlled the water in her body and forced her to stab herself.
Her blood falls onto the ground rapidly and the puddle that would normally form at her feet soaks into the sand adding intensity to the scene.
“Amber!!” Ubica shouts as he rushes to her aid and stops her from keeling over.
He holds her in his arms as her blood stains his white v-neck shirt, the warmth from it makes his body hot with angst as he watches the skin of her face grow extremely pale. He doesn't know what to do or how to treat her, the only thing he could possibly think of is pulling the knife out of her and applying pressure to the wound.
When he attempts to do this he is stopped by the gentle yet shaking hand of Amber, she looks up at him and smiles as blood drips from the edges of her mouth.
“Don't bother...” It would seem she now has control of her body since she was able to touch him. “It's all over now...”
“No I can do something! There's definitely something I can do!” he speaks frantically as he looks around desperately trying to find something that can help her.
“There's nothing.” Leviathan says, “I made sure of it.”
“SHUT UP!!”
“Come now don't be rude, this is all your fault after all. You could have stopped this, if only you had changed. This unfortunate fate will continue to be cast on all the people around you unless you forfeit the kindness that you are allowing to control your life.”
His words hit Ubica hard as he zones out on Amber's broken body.
Through a cracked voice he mutters,
“C-Change..?”
“You must change Ubica, look at what has happened here. That girl, and her whole family are gone. If you truly had the strength that you spoke of they would still be alive. So let go of that weakness! Save the people you care about! Change who you are!”
Ubica's face is clouded with distraught, it's as though he is in the process of giving up. Although he likes who he is now, the lives of the people he cares about most are far more important. If he has the ability to protect them, and he doesn't use that ability for selfish reasons, wouldn't that make him the worst kind of man?
With thoughts like these running through his head, Amber's hand is felt on the side of his face, he doesn't notice the blood transferred from her palm to his cheek when he looks down and sees her glaring at him with a serious look.
She uses the last of her energy to tell him the words he needs to hear in order to break him out of his broken mindset.
“Don't you dare change...”
Even though her life is fading fast, she still found it necessary to tell him her thoughts on what Leviathan said.
Looking back, she had never met anyone like him, he was easy to talk to, he made her laugh, she genuinely enjoyed every moment spent with him. If the person that made her so happy would give in and become someone he isn't, it would just make the tragic events of the night all the more sad.
Through her fleeting breath, she reiterates her statement,
“Don't... Ever... Change...”
With a long exhale, Amber loses the shine in her eyes and stares lifelessly up at Ubica.
This poor girl, who has suffered horribly for no reason other than the fact that she was in way, is dead.
He loses himself in her lifeless eyes as his body goes stiff with disbelief, the world around him has come to a halt and this moment in time is all that he cares about.
Leviathan laughs slightly, “What a shame. I bet you want to kill me right now don't you?”
Just hearing Leviathan's voice releases a trigger inside of Ubica, his head begins to ring as an odd pulsating noise similar to a heartbeat pounds in his chest. Each pump is pouring hate into every part of his body, the white of his eyes begin to grow black and the ground below him starts to shake.
“Now this is more of what I wanted.”
Ubica doesn't answer, he just shoots a glare that is filled with the overwhelming feeling of hate. It is apparent that Ubica is losing himself to Dantega but is doing whatever he can to stop it, on his neck the curse mark from Beelzebub is sending sharp pains coursing through every part of his body and is making his fight all the more difficult.
“This is what Dantega does, as its container you can never escape it. Any negative emotions or pains that you feel are fuel for Dantega's fire, it feeds off your hate and pain and you feed off its evil. It is a non stop cycle that can never be avoided, as long as you carry disdain inside of you, you will never escape it!”
This throws Ubica into twice as much anger, so much so that Leviathan feels it beating on his temples.
But this doesn't stop him from pressing forward, “But it is not enough! Like a fruit you are not ripe enough yet. What can I possibly do now to send you into the deepest depths of despair? Now that I have ensured that everything you built up slowly crumbled down around your feet, what is left for me to take from you?”
Leviathan raises his arms and from the ocean behind him comes his massive blue sea serpent. “Having said that, the one thing in this situation that will throw you over the edge... IS FOR ME TO TAKE AWAY YOUR REVENGE!!”
The dragon's mouth opens wide and Leviathan hops in, as it fleas back into the ocean, Leviathan lets out a laugh of victory. “Hahahahaha so let Dantega relieve its thirst for revenge on your own body. And once you do, you will be just like the person you were in the past. Except now, you and your power will finally be tamed.”
The mouth of the serpent closes and disappears into the dark of the sea, Leviathan is gone, and he took Ubica's revenge with him.
Paying the price for it is Ubica himself, his body writhes in pain as the thought of giving in to the desire to not care clouds whatever minute amount of judgment he has left.
His arms shake and Amber's limp frame convulses with them as he lets out a scream of anger,
“UUURRRRAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHH!!!”
He drops his head and stays silent, the sounds of the waves breaking signals the calm after the storm that had just occurred. It's an eerie silence that stings because even after all of this, the world still moves on as though nothing had happened.
The silence of the night is broken by the frightened voice of a man at the bottom of the stairs that lead back up to the city.
“I-It was you..!”
Moving his head slowly to see who is speaking to him, his eyes finally land on Tuscany, Amber's fiance.
Tuscany walks shakily toward the two, “I knew it... I had an argument with Amber back at her house and left.” Tears begin to fall down his face as he continues. “But I came back to make up and I found her parents there. Fearing the worst, I went to Nicklaus' house, and he was dead! After that I went to Alison's place, and found her along with her two kids murdered as well!!!”
Tuscany had just happened to walk down the stairs of the lagoon in perfect time to misunderstand what had actually happened. All he knows is that in front of him is Ubica holding the dead body of who is supposed to be his future wife with a dagger sticking out of her stomach.
Ubica just stares at him blankly in a state of incoherence; his eyes still have traces of black in them as his fight for control still continues. This is a volatile time for him, his mind is blank with the desire to release his hate on someone, at this point anyone would do.
“I knew it! The only person who could have done such a thing is you! How could you!? Even Amber... How could you do this to her?? “
Tuscany falls to his knees and weeps as he sends blame toward the innocent Ubica.
“You took everything away from me. Earlier today she called off our marriage, she said that her feelings had changed. Even though she wouldn't tell me why or how, I knew it was you! She left me because of you! Do you know how long I've waited to be with her!? Since we were kids I always tried to act like the cool guy just for her, just so she'd notice me. I tried so hard and I was so happy when it finally worked out... BUT YOU TOOK HER FROM ME!!!”
By now, Tuscany is in such a state of anguish the words he had spoken were slightly slurred, he wobbly stands to his feet and pulls a small pocket knife out of his pocket.
He grunts like a madman and rushes at Ubica while shouting, “I'LL KILL YOU!!!”
Ubica doesn't even bother to move, with Amber still in his arms he holds his position as Tuscany lunges the knife at him.
However, before the knife can reach him, Tuscany hits some kind of barrier around Ubica's body. Tuscany's movement grinds to a halt and the blade in his hand shatters, the wave of energy that broke the metal weapon to pieces slide up his arm and in turn breaks his bones in a few different directions.
Tuscany instantly passes out from shock and is sent flying away into the sandy side of the cliff.
Ubica gently lets go of Amber and walks toward the grounded Tuscany, each step of his seemingly shakes the ground below him. The killing intent spewing from him is enough to blot out the shine from the stars above him; it is becoming increasingly obvious what he intends to do to Tuscany as he holds his hand out to touch the downed man.
One simple touch is enough to rip Tuscany to shreds and such a cruel fate is only a few inches away as Ubica's fingertip gets closer.
The unconscious man before him is the perfect person to release a fraction of the pain and anger being spread through his body by the power of Dantega. Like an addict, he feels that just one will suffice. All it will take is just one person and he'll be relieved.
But Ubica stops, he retreats his hand and walks silently toward the ocean, this is such a struggle for him to do as his body twitches unnaturally as he tries to fight his urge to kill.
With his body half in the ocean, the water suddenly splits and gives him space as if opening a passageway for him to walk.
His head slowly turns back so the sight of the injured Tuscany and the dead Amber reaches his eyes. It seems as though he is holding back tears as he looks at the scene of his regret.
“Don't ever change huh..?” he says to himself. He turns back towards the wall of ocean and once again speaks in a saddened voice, “...It's not working.”
The wall of water closes in on him and the dark of the ocean engulfs his presence, he finally departs the island, leaving a trail of tragedy in his wake.
Trojia opens her eyes and finds herself on a bed being pounded by the sun shining through a window to the left of her. The brightness stings her eyes momentarily and she slowly recollects where she is when she glances down to her hand and it's actually visible.
She is back on the boat, and in one of the rooms in the barracks for that matter.
Her terrible nightmare is now over and what's left is to contemplate just what she saw in her sleep.
She sits her stiff body up and notices a certain girl sitting on a chair staring out the window at the foot of her bed. The sunlight reflects off her white hair and sends her skin into even more of a gorgeous tint than usual, it's as though she is looking at a doll with glowing gold eyes that are there to captivate people.
This is a girl that she has gotten to know quite well without even speaking so much as a word to her. This astonishingly beautiful person sitting just a few feet away from her is none other than the False Prophet Messor.
“Oh, you're finally awake?” Messor asks as she feels Trojia's glare beat on her cheek.
Trojia rubs her eyes and asks softly, “How long was I out for?”
“It's been a couple days. That Captain said we're only one day away from the second Gate.”
The young Princess's expression almost looks displeased.
“I see...”
She then takes a deep breath and asks, “Has he come back?”
“You mean Ubica? No... There's been no sign of him.”
“I see.” she says again.
The two sit in an ominous silence until Messor speaks, “Don't you want to ask me anything else?”
Trojia's shoulders twitch and her gaze shifts away to the wooden wall of the room.
“Are you expecting me to ask you?”
“Kind of.” Messor replies, “You saw everything right?"
"I did."
"Don't you want to know more about it? Or hear my side of the story?”
“I'd have to be stupid to ask you anything more about your relationship with Ubica. What I saw was more than enough.”
Messor chuckles a little, “I'm glad you understand, but I must ask you something.”
“What is it?”
The slight smile Messor had fades away and a serious face takes its place when she asks, “Now after seeing all of Ubica's past... What do you think of him?”
Trojia is somewhat surprised at this sudden question, it takes her a few seconds to even think of how to answer it, and in that time frame all of the horrific images that were streamed into her mind play before her eyes like a projection screen.
She starts crying and throws her wet face into her palms.
“H-He's...”
Trojia struggles to speak as the only sound escaping her mouth is that of a sharp moan that goes along with crying uncontrollably. The image of the kind and smiling Ubica is overrun by the images of his atrocities as the Anti-Christ. The Ubica she thought she knew fades into the deepest corner of her mind and can no longer be seen.
With these emotions running through her head, she answers with words she had never thought she'd say...
“He's awful.”
666 The Mark of the Beast: (END)
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