Dantega:Volume 4 Chapter 7
Chapter 38: 666 The Mark of the Beast
(PART 1)
Messor is watching Abaddon socialize with the men on Ernest's ship. Her eyes shine bright gold and a disgusted frown that doesn't match her usual demeanor resides on her face. The reason for this, is that the person who helped create the lake of eternal hell-fire for her and Ubica to burn in is right in front of her.
“You guys stay here...” Messor demands through her teeth.
The others try to plea her into staying but she has already opened the door and walked out on to the deck.
She shoves through a couple of men to get closer to Abaddon and when she gets a proper sight of him, she raises her index finger.
A little black ball of energy floats above her finger until it takes the form of what looks to be a monarch butterfly.
She gently pushes it off and it flies directly toward him.
The little black butterfly lands on his chest, and as soon as he notices it, he is propelled backwards at such a speed he viciously flies through the thick oak guard of the ship and is sent skidding across the water hundreds of meters away.
It all happened so fast that it took the crew a couple seconds to process what had just occurred.
They turn to Messor and glare at her in shock.
Napoleon comes rushing out of the room to see exactly what is going on. He had heard the noise and immediately ran to the deck. And after seeing the destruction firsthand, he'd have to be dumb not to know what happened.
“What are you doing!?” Napoleon yells toward the back of who he thinks to be a Harvest God.
She doesn't turn when she replies in a mumble, “I'm going to kill him...”
Ernest is angered about the sudden attack on a helpless man, he grabs her shoulder to turn her towards him so he can give her a scolding. However, when he pulled on her with all of his might, she didn't even budge, it is like she is a solid pillar of stone that has been planted in the ground.
Messor moves her eyes to him and gives him a look that screams for him to let go of her.
A cold feeling rushes down his spine and causes his knees to instantly quiver like a scared child. Ernest doesn't even say a word and backs off.
“That guy is a monster! We need to come up with a strategy to somehow defeat him, we can't just attack him head on!” Napoleon tries to urge her back into the barracks.
“I know exactly who he is... “ she says as she takes off her trucker's cap and lets her silky white hair flow in the wind.
She then takes off her button up plaid shirt and tosses it aside as well.
Shedding these extra layers of clothing gives her body room to reveal her true self.
Messor shines in a gold light, and that light moves from around her body and forms into a mass above her head, and that mass of light in turn forms into a brilliant halo. From the white of her half bare back comes two white wings that shine in a gold tint, each of them are each at least ten feet long, giving her a twenty foot wingspan.
“Wha?” Napoleon mutters in surprise.
What he is seeing is an image that belongs in the color pages of the Bible, in front of him stands the perfect image of an Angel.
Messor flaps her wings and flies fifty meters up into the air to look down on her target.
Coming out of the water and standing to his feet on the ocean surface is Abaddon.
Surprisingly, he has a wide grin on his face, and without batting an eye he speaks, “Well well, if it ain't the slut of the Anti-Christ! Damien did mention to me that you were here in Purgatory, I shoulda known you'd go rushing to Ubica.”
Even though the distance between them is rather far, Messor heard his words perfectly, that accent of his is unmistakable. Just hearing it causes her to grit her teeth in anger.
Without an ounce of hesitation she waves her white wings in his direction and hundreds of black butterflies come from the wind it created.
The butterflies zoom at the speed of sound and land in the water all around Abaddon, every last one of those butterflies explode violently and send multiple plumes of water stretching hundreds of meters into the sky.
The blasts are so intense and so loud that the crew on the deck of the ship are put in a hazy state where all they hear is an intense ringing noise in their ears much like someone is blowing a high pitched whistle right in front of their face. The hundreds of blasts seemingly block out the sunlight and replace it with the white of the water. An occurrence this outstanding is so surreal that they literally think they might have died.
In actuality, this is the power of the False Prophet, the one person who could stand beside the Anti-Christ on equal ground.
Messor smiles devilishly, “I've wanted to kill you for a long time now... This is revenge for creating that wretched lake. If it wasn't for you, Ubica and I would still be living the way we once were!”
As if responding to her words, a fierce wind brews from the center of the explosions and each blast that had sent the water upwards into the sky begins twirling in the form of numerous tornadoes.
The swirling masses of water go rushing toward Messor and the ship, and out of the center of that tornado comes Abaddon with two swirling forms of water under his feet propelling him into the air.
“Hahahaha how cute of you to hold a grudge! Too bad that without the Anti-Christ you are nothing!”
Abaddon keeps his laugh as loud as possible while he takes a marble out of the pouch he holds on his waist. He flicks it from his hand and the marble flies faster than a bullet towards the face of Messor, but this isn't just any kind of attack, the marble has a bright orange light trailing behind as though it were a comet.
“!!”
The destructive power in this attack is felt in the trembling air, Messor knows that she will likely be blown into oblivion along with the ship once his attack hit. But not having time to counter attack, she covers herself with her wings and hopes to somehow get out of this without losing all of her limbs.
Abaddon uses the destruction point of any object, living or not, to manipulate it into doing what he wants.
He can literally control the flow of normality in an object or person and bend it in any direction he'd like.
With this ability he can turn water into a tornado, fire into a solid, and a marble into a projectile with as much destructive force as a comet falling from space. If any of those don't happen to work, all he'd need to do is touch a person and reverse their blood stream or expand their organs to turn them into a ball of flesh.
This is why he was able to rise the ranks from a disgraced Angel of Heaven all the way to the top 7 Demons of the Hierarchy. Other demons don't like his personality, but it is more than likely they are intimidated by this seemingly unstoppable ability.
The marble is only a few feet away from tearing both Messor and the ship apart when it is suddenly intercepted and sent flying off in a random direction before exploding out in the distance over the ocean.
“What!?” Abaddon shouts as the momentum of the tornadoes under his feet behind him send him zooming uncontrollably towards Messor's direction.
Then, through the white wash of the ocean he feels a hand grip his face and the next thing he knew he is blown through the tornadoes and skipped across the ocean and an incredible speed.
Messor still has her wings shut so she couldn't see what had just happened, but all the danger that she had just felt from Abaddon's looming attack disappeared in a flash.
She realizes that she has just been saved, and the one person who would come to her aid and had the ability to deflect that powerful of an attack is someone she has been longing to see.
“Could it be??” she asked to herself as she opens her wings. A slight smile of excitement forms on her face as the light of the sun again reaches her eyes.
Fully expecting who to see, she finds herself absolutely devastated when the person standing in front of her is not who she wants it to be.
The sight of the man's black hair cascading over his red eyes and white pupils puts her in a slight state of shock.
Even though her throat was instantly dried by his presence, she mutters his name.
“Damien..?”
The confident grin that normally resides on Damien's face is not there, he exudes such an air of seriousness that it makes Messor's body feel like it weighs a ton.
“I can't have you being killed just quite yet Messor... Don't let your foolish attempt on payback cost you your life.”
“Why are you here?” Messor asks hoarsely.
“You don't actually think I owe you an explanation do you?”
“I'd like to know if it somehow involves me. I still haven't done anything contrary to our deal that would bring about a reason for you to show up.”
Damien begins to float down toward the ship as he says, “I know you haven't.”
That's all he needed to say in order to show her that he isn't here to harm her in anyway. As far as she knows, it is his time to personally kill off the rest of the humans, and she has no intentions of stopping him if that turns out to be the case.
On his way down from the sky, he is pelted by the frightened glares of the crewmen.
He get's ready to land when the voice of Abaddon is heard just to the right of him.
“What the fuck was that for!?”
Damien's eyebrows twitch at Abaddon's tone. “If I recall correctly, I believe that Leviathan told you not to touch the False Prophet right?”
Abaddon shrugs his shoulders as if he doesn't care, “Tch, she attacked me first. None the less, she's still alive ain't she? At least lemme finish my job in killing those humans, I haven't even started havin' fun yet.”
“There's been a change of plan.”
“Hah?”
“None of those humans will be dying today... So I'll need you to head back to Hell until further notice.”
Abaddon frowns and voices his displeasure, “Fuck that! I already got fucked outta havin' fun last time when Beelzebub got in my way!”
Damien takes his index finger, points it to the sky and replies, “Tell me something Abaddon... When I gave you a seat in the Hierarchy, what was the one condition?”
Abaddon clicks his tongue and looks away, signifying that he knows exactly what it is.
Damien smiles and then points that finger at his underling before saying, "Obey me.”
Out of nowhere, Abaddon is engulfed in flame and disappears into the sky.
This is apparently some kind of transportation spell that sent Abaddon straight back to Hell.
Now having no one between him and the ship, Damien floats down to the deck and scours the faces of the people with his eyes.
“Oh? I recognize you.” he said when he spots Napoleon glaring at him with a face full of caution.
“Y-You...“
Napoleon pulls out his sword and readies to test his new found abilities out on Damien in order to defend his comrades and the crewmen.
Finding this all too funny, Damien decides to get straight down to business.
“Don't waste your energy, I'm not here to kill anybody, but if you so much as lift a finger against me... I'll rip you apart.”
This threat hits Napoleon like a fast moving car crash, he had just seen Damien repel the ferocious attack of Abaddon like it was nothing. No matter what kind of ability he possesses now, Damien would be able to kill him as easily as stepping on an ant.
Seeing that he isn't going to do anything, Damien shifts his attention to the door to the hallway that leads down to the barracks.
His red eyes glow and he says, “My real target is in there.”
In a flash, the entire hallway is blown into pieces and are sent flying off in the distance, if one blinked, they would've missed the entirety of what just happened.
Standing where the hallway once was is Trojia, Strauphius, Daey, and Tsubiri. They each look at him in shock and wonder why he is here and not Abaddon.
“Who is this guy??” asks Strauphius.
He has yet to see Damien in person so as far as he knows, the man standing before him could potentially be an ally.
But that is so far from the truth it's comical, the person on the ship deck is the puppet master behind every single event plagued upon the group thus far. Not only them, but all of Earth, Heaven, and even Hell are being held ransom at the whim of his will.
Damien walks towards the four and Strauphius can feel the fear emanating from the girls behind him, his natural instincts is to protect them so he gets into a guarding posture.
"Don't take another step.” he orders.
But Damien doesn't stop, instead he keeps walking and points his index finger upwards.
“You're in the way.”
He simply motions his finger to the left and Strauphius is sent screaming across the wooden deck and into the ledge. He was moving at such a speed his body almost plowed right through it, without a doubt a few of his bones have been broken.
The three girls don't even have a chance to look his way to see if he is alright because Damien is right in front of them staring at them with those frightening red eyes. Because the three of them are standing on the stairs that lead down to the barracks, they are looking up at him, which adds to tension of this situation. It's as though they are small animals that have been cornered by a large predator.
Damien leans down to their level and speaks, “Would you ladies like to know why I'm here?”
Before he can continue speaking, Messor lands to the side of him and says, “I'd like to know the same thing.”
Damien ignores her presence and speaks like he would as though she wasn't there at all. “What if I told you that Ubica has abandoned you so he could protect a family he has met on the way to the Gate?”
“Abandoned?"
“I'm telling you that Leviathan gave Ubica an ultimatum earlier... He knew that Abaddon was coming here to attack the ship, but chose to stay on the island that family lives on instead of returning to help you.”
Messor frowns, “Let me guess, if he left, Leviathan was going to kill them right?”
“That's right... He had to choose between the lives of you and the others and the lives of that family. He had to decide which was more important to him. And he isn't here right now is he?”
“There has to be more of a reason behind it than that. I'm not stupid enough to believe that it's that simple.” Tsubiri said with no doubt in her voice.
“Well I suppose he could have thought that you were all strong enough to fend for yourselves... But that's besides the point of why I'm here.”
Damien takes something out of his pocket and holds it in the palm of his hand. It looks like it is a black diamond and it spirals in his hand as if there is some kind of magnetic force moving it clockwise.
“I would like to give one of you a gift... The problem is, I don't know which one of you three I should give it to.”
Damien moves his frightening red eyes to the right and begins to speak to Daey, “You... You act strong but you are willing to bend to his will if he wished it so... Being swept into his world is something you'd allow yourself to do without so much as an ounce of effort to avoid it, in fact, you wouldn't want it any other way. In the future I see you as someone who'd become desperate for his attention. With that in mind, even if you knew, I'd doubt your feelings would change much. You'd accept him, and you'd want to be apart of it because you think you'd be able to help.”
“Huh? What are you talking about?” asked Daey warily in response.
Damien ignores her words and turns to Tsubiri. “You on the other hand, are a different story... At this moment his attention is solely resting on you, which makes you a good candidate for my gift. But there's something more to your relationship with each other, and I've yet to figure out how your feelings would effect him if they were to suddenly disappear and be replaced by the 'truth'. I fear that he'd be determined to find a way to get you to forgive him, I don't even think he'd have to try to accomplish that actually. I'd rather not risk the possibility of that happening if I can avoid it. You'd be more of a trigger for him if you were to just die.”
Tsubiri wears confusion all over her face as she also wonders just what in the world he is talking about. Still, hearing him say that she'd be better off dead frightens her.
Not to be left out, Trojia takes the next glare from Damien as he says, “Hmmm, it's you... To him, you are everything. You are the first person he has ever had to protect, you are the first sign of light in his life. If that light were to leave him he'd succumb to his darkness." Damien slightly smiles and continues. "If you are anything like your mother, your feelings would change with a huge dose of common sense. You are too smart to foolishly follow the wrong path, all you'll need to do is guess what destination it leads to and you'd turn around. You may try to follow that path because it's easier than the dirt road through the woods leading you to an unknown location, but deep down inside you know that way of life can only lead you so far before you reach the dead end that leaves you trapped in a cruel world. Once you see the 'truth', you'll feel that approaching fate and cut your losses. Not only that, you'll have the urge to destroy the path that lead to that ugly world.”
By now, the three of them know that he is talking about Ubica, they just don't know how he knows all these things about them.
Trojia can't help but want to ask that same question, and Damien answers it before she could ask when he looks to Messor and then back to her.
“A spy?” Trojia asks with eyes widened.
Messor shrugs her shoulders, “I wouldn't go so far as to say that, I'm merely working to make Ubica happy. I'll never do anything that doesn't benefit him.”
“How can you say that working with Damien is benefiting Ubica!? Just who are you anyways!?” Trojia inquires.
Her question is met by more words from Damien, “You'll know soon enough.”
Damien then takes the hand opposite of the one holding the diamond and grabs her by the neck, he pulls her from the stairs leading down to the barracks to his level on the deck.
“Trojia!!”
Both Tsubiri and Daey shout and they each head up the stairs to attempt to retrieve her, but before they can get any closer they are stopped by the wings of Messor.
“Don't be stupid, if you try to stop him you'll just be killed”
“B-But!”
“He's not going to hurt her, you heard him right? He isn't here to kill anybody.”
The only thing the two of them can do is watch in horror as he holds her up above his head as if he his hoisting a prized trophy. None of the crew members interfere either because they are either in a state of shock due to the pressure of his presence, or they were told not to move by Napoleon, who is also standing there watching.
While holding Trojia up by the throat he looks her square in the eye as he says, “You've told Ubica that you would help him live for the future and destroy the past that is holding him back... But could you really agree to that if you knew every last detail of that past of his? Could you honestly say that you'd follow him after witnessing his atrocities first hand? This is something I'm quite interested to find out, so I'm going to give you this gift.”
He tosses the black diamond from his palm up in the air and points his index finger up, the diamond falls on his finger tip and swirls just above it.
“You are going to experience the true form of evil with your very eyes... This is my gift to you.”
With the index finger holding the diamond, he thrusts hit into her mouth and sticks it as far down her throat as possible.
Trojia can feel the warmth of his finger and she can't help but feel violated to a certain extent. However, the feeling of being violated is overrun by the sharp feeling of pain falling from the back of her throat all the way to her chest. It's as though her heart is about to explode as each beat is more forceful than the last.
The pain keeps getting more and more intense until...
There's nothing.
Trojia blacks out and falls limp in Damien's hands, he tosses her on the ground and addresses the crew like nothing has happened.
“Well then, I shall be on my way..”
He takes a step off the ledge of the ship and levitates in the air, he bursts into flames like Abaddon did and disappears into the sky.
The crew and the rest all take a collective sigh in relief and rush to Trojia's aid.
Napoleon is the first to get there and he immediately checks her pulse. From his point of view, it looked like she was being strangled and may need some form of resuscitation to at least get air through her potentially block airways.
But to his relief he finds that she is breathing fine and the rest of her vitals are in check.
"What did he do to her!?” Daey shouts while running to their side.
Napoleon has no clue how to answer that but tries anyways, “She's passed out, I don't quite know what happened but it looks like she'll be fine.”
Daey shifts her attention to Straphius and finds that there are a few crewmen including Ernest tending to him.
After that, she turns to Messor, who's wings and halo are now gone and frowns, “Just who's side are you on anyhow? Why didn't you even try to stop him? How are you so familiar with those guys from Hell??”
Messor folds her arms and replies, “Having every question answered doesn't help when you're not supposed to know... That girl on the other hand, is going to wake up with a head so full of answers she might fall into insanity.”
“Where am I?” Trojia asks.
She found herself floating weightlessly in a black world that holds no light nor sound.
Yelling out the names of the others she was just with a few moments ago does no good, and when she gets the response of her own echo she becomes frightened.
That is until she hears a familiar voice saying,
“There is a big difference between him and I...”
“Ubica!?”
There is no doubt in her head that the voice that had just spoken is his, she turns to its source and a flash of light hits her. It was so bright that it takes a moment to adjust to the proper setting, it's almost like camera lens that was fully zoomed in had been panned back out too quickly.
Once the fuzzy surrounding slowly reach a solid form, she finds herself in a room looking in on two people.
In this room that is ridiculously large and has an incredible view of skyscrapers from a massive city is two people that she recognizes.
One is Messor, who's dressed beautifully in a white dress and is standing behind a bar in the corner of the room while pouring red wine into a couple of glasses.
The other is Ubica, who is dressed sharply in a black suit and is sitting on a small couch overlooking the city view through the window.
There is something different about him though, and even Messor for that matter, their eyes aren't the way they usually are. Messor's eyes are still gold but her pupils are like that of a human, and Ubica's eyes are just like a regular human's as well, just by having their pupils different really changes their look completely.
Trojia tries to pinch herself to see if this is real, but when she tries she finds that she has no hands. In fact, her entire body is gone, she can see everything in this room, but anything connected to her body is invisible.
“What it this!?” she shouts, and her voice isn't heard by either Messor or Ubica.
The two of them continue their conversation like they are the only two people in the world.
Messor takes the cups she just filled with wine and walks to the couch to take a seat, she hands Ubica one of them and sarcastically asks, “Is it your stunning good looks?”
Ubica gives her a laugh as if saying that was a bad joke and takes a sip of his wine.
“No, it is the difference in our feelings towards humans.” Looking out of the window, a slight smile forms on his face. “You see, he wants them to worship him so badly, he's like a child who does mischievous things to get attention. Or a child who locks himself in a room and studies all day so he can get perfect grades and gain his parent's approval... It's that attitude that makes him vulnerable and weak.”
“Then what are your feelings?”
“It's simple, I hate them.”
“Why's that?” she asks while having half of her face in the wine glass.
“I don't need a reason really. It was just something I was born with.”
“It's for that reason alone that you intend to defy the person who gave you life?”
Ubica smiles devilishly and reveals his overly long canines, “I refuse to obey someone I feel is weaker than me. And that man wasn't the one who gave me life.” He downs the rest of his wine and changes the subject. “Take a look at this city... Just by looking at it there is no way one could tell that we are in the middle of World War 3. Those people down there can only move freely because of you and I, they rely on us so heavily that they have come to expect our help as if they deserve it.”
At this point in time, the world is fighting its history's largest war, of course this is thanks to Ubica.
Once he rose to leadership in a certain powerful country, he changed the political system of that country into a dictatorship, and thanks to the miracles of Messor, it was easy to do so and gain the people's trust. With that trust, he gathered some allied nations and declared war on the rest of the world whilst claiming it was for world peace. And the people backing him believed that because in their respective countries, a blissful life was bestowed upon them whilst the enemy countries lay in ruin and despair.
The world's death toll so far in this war almost tripled the first two world wars combined count, well over 150 million people have lost their lives due to the violent fighting, starvation and disease. And this war is only a prelim to the final battle in which the majority of the human race will be wiped out.
“That was to be expected, humans are naturally reliant creatures. Between your political achievements and my 'miracles', the majority of the world is in your hands.”
By political achievements, a few can be stated, he had enforced much stricter laws on small offenses. Things like drug abuse, theft, minor assault, and other small crimes to that ilk were punished by death. Naturally, he didn't even give them a chance to a fair trial, they were executed right on the spot if even suspected of being guilty.
The use of fear in turn swayed the moderate criminals from ever going near that kind of life again. But the severe criminals and addicts were virtually wiped out in a relatively short time-frame.
At first there were objections, but they were 'dealt with' accordingly and now the countries under his reign seem to enjoy a home where there is minimal crime.
Little do they know that the peace they are enjoying is about to end in the most horrific way.
Ubica polishes off his wine and stands to his feet. “Well it's about time I test their faith in me... God's anger is about to start.”
Messor does the same and asks, “Should I start with the preparations?”
“No, they aren't in enough peril to be so desperate quite yet. I'll be the one to provide that despair.”
“What do you intend to do?”
Ubica smiles and walks to her, “You'll see... But first.”
He takes his hands and puts them on her shoulders.
With a flick of a finger Messor's white dress falls off her body and on to the floor, she isn't wearing a bra nor any kind of underwear and looks astonishing in her natural form.
Her lips faintly rise as she starts undoing his tie and taking off his suit.
“You always pick the most random times to do this Ubica.”
With his shirt off he pulls her close so the bare skin of their upper bodies touch, the sight of these two people holding each other feels as though it should be in a painting because of their stunning beauty. But there is one person who finds this scene to be as ugly as sin, Trojia can't close her eyes because she is looking at all this through an odd third person view without a body.
“S-Stop it!” she shouts.
Ubica brings Messor down on the couch and thankfully for Trojia, out of her view. Sadly enough, the sounds still continue and pound on her ears.
“I can't stand this.”
And then, the sound stops, and what she sees swirls as if the colors of the room and city skyline were put in a blender.
She feels herself churning along with it until it suddenly halts and she finds herself staring at Ubica walking alone towards another massive city.
Trying to shake off the nauseous feeling she focuses in on his face, he is wearing an odd mask that covers half of his face with three horns on it and his visible eye's sclera is as black as night, and a black line seemingly falls down his cheek. He is wearing a black robe that sways in the wind with each step, and a dark aura spews from his back like ash from a burnt tree after a strong gust of wind.
This person is nothing like the Ubica Trojia knows, she almost didn't recognize him even after analyzing him from head to toe.
She follows him toward the city until out in the distance on the bare road in which he walks comes a little girl.
The girl is dressed in tattered brown clothes and looks to be a homeless child of around eight or nine years old.
The two of them are on a collision course and eventually stop just feet away from each other.
Ubica takes his mask off and drops it into the darkness behind him, he then pulls out his sword from his cloak and points it at the little girl's neck.
Trojia is shocked that he'd even wield his weapon towards an innocent girl like this and her heart pounds when he gives off the feeling that he actually intends to kill her.
“Ubica don't!” she shouts.
But both him and the girl don't hear her just like before, she is a phantom onlooker as she waits in fear for the worst.
Until, Ubica speaks...
“Well look who it is. Are you here to stop me?”
The little girl closes her eyes and above the top of her head a bright gold halo forms, she reopens her eyes and they went from a depressing and weak black to a bright gold.
She folds her arms in a combative manner and replies, “Actually, I'm not.”
“Then why have you graced me with your presence today? You have yet to show up even once since my birth, you haven't even shown up on Earth since you created it for the matter. Is that a problem of yours? To create something and abandon it? To let it be destroyed? To run amok? You have an interesting way in doing things.”
The girl smiles genuinely, “I'm not one who can be tempted or swayed by reverse psychology, so don't even bother Ubica.”
“Oh? That wasn't my intention at all, I was merely pointing out your flaws as a creator.”
“Flaws huh?" The girl shrugs her shoulders an drops her arms to her sides. "I don't want to sound conceded in anyway, but I must say I am a flawless being.”
The two of them give off similar airs, this mysterious young girl is glowing with a glorious confidence that shines brightly in a warm light.
Whilst Ubica's darkness leaves a trail of devastation behind him, and this darkness gives him the same kind of confidence as the girl.
“I beg to differ, but arguing with you over something so petty would just be a waste of my time. If you aren't here to stop me, I suggest you move.”
The girl gestures him to pass her as she takes a step aside.
“Very well then.”
Ubica's eyebrow twitches when he asks, “Are you really just going to let me do this?”
“Of course I am, it is needed after all right? You wouldn't be able to raise Satan's army without this.”
“This is another one of your flaws. People who believe in your mercy are as foolish as a dog doing a trick for a treat that will never come.”
“Oh the treat is there Ubica, they just need to believe in me it at all costs.”
“That's a lot to ask of someone who has never seen you or experienced your 'treat'. That is why they are following me, that is why they bear the Mark of the Beast. They can see me, they know of my strength and have seen first hand the miracles of my Idol.”
The girl faintly laughs and the halo on the top of her head spins.
“Yet you wish to destroy them?”
Ubica almost mimics the laugh the girl had just let out and sharply replies, “No... That's what you're for.”
The girl takes a deep breath and exhales in resignation, “I won't deny that I will be the death bringer to your followers, but one day I will allow them to see the light.”
“Tch, nonsense. You do realize that the way you planned this battle through John of Patmos' senile eyes isn't going to go your way right?”
John of Patmos is the man who wrote the book of Revelation through visions that were bestowed on him by God during an exile in a cave. For hundreds of years people have given him no credit for this, claiming he was hallucinating while stuck in that state for years.
Ubica doesn't believe it because in that book, it said that the armies of Heaven were victorious over the army of Hell, and the Anti-Christ was defeated by God's son.
In Ubica's mind, that is an impossibility.
“I know.”
“...?”
“Hmm, you don't like to be confused do you Ubica? Then allow me to explain... I know my son's army is going to lose to yours. But that is the way it is supposed to be, I may lose the battle, but not because I wanted it to go differently. So even with this, the war is still, and will always be going just as I planned it to.”
"..."
Ubica stays silent and frowns at her.
The girl can see that he is still confused and in an almost mocking tone she says, “Think about why you are called the Anti-Christ. I'm sure you know what Anti means right? You are the antithesis of my son, and that is the reason for your existence.”
“I already know that.”
“No you don't, at least not yet. Perhaps I will present the answer to you far in the future. But until then, you need to do your job as his opposite.”
The girl's eyes turn back to black and the halo above her head fades away, the girl looks like she is almost in a trance and ignores Ubica as she turns and walks back toward the large city.
On her way she rises her arms and drops to her knees in the middle of the bare road.
She points her hands to the sky as if trying to grab the light and yells, “I'm free! Oh God, thank you! Thank you!”
The girl weeps and lets her weak body rest on the asphalt. But she isn't in pain, rather it would seem that all the pain of her miserable existence brought upon her by the war had been lifted.
Ubica takes a look at the rejoicing girl and frowns as he says to himself, “So you want me to do my job as his opposite huh?”
The sword that he once held toward the neck of the girl is now pointed at the center of the city.
Trojia is watching this whole thing unfold and almost has no clue what that conversation meant and who in the world Ubica was talking to.
The thing she does know, is the evil shining in Ubica's eyes at this very moment as he points his sword at the city.
It is just like when he fought Nero a couple months back, the look of enjoyment at other people's suffering resounds through his aura.
She wants to stop him somehow, but no matter what she says her words won't reach him. She begins to get a sickening feeling in her chest as she almost knows what is about to happen.
“...Please don't do this Ubica.” she begs to the only one that can hear her plea. Herself.
The edges of Ubica's lips rise to form a thin crescent moon like smile as he says,
“I'll go along with that.”
He turns his wrist and the sharp end of the blade turns up toward the sky.
It is that simple motion which signals an attack so loud that it takes a couple seconds for it to ring.
A massive shock resonates from within the city and a blast of intense heat rushes outwards in a giant circle. The city skyline disintegrates and sends millions of shards of glass and debris blowing into the air as if it was a water balloon popping. The buildings split in half and break apart on their way to the ground.
And then...
BBBBOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOMMMMMMMMM!!!!!!
A light that shines brighter than a thousand suns turns everything visible into a hot white, the noise is so loud that it could destroy the eardrums if a person was within a hundred miles of the explosion.
The light and noise spreads towards Ubica and the girl, and it hits the little child first.
She looks toward Ubica and smiles as contentedly; and an instant after, the heat along with the shock-wave disintegrates her to dust.
The trail of destruction hits Ubica but flows around him as if it was afraid of touching him and avoids inflicting any harm upon its owner.
This is the power of Ubica, this is the power of Dantega, this is the power of evil.
Nothing and no one can stop him, and as of now, this is the most powerful being in all of existence, this mass murder proves it. Men, women, and children are all decimated with a flick of his wrist, by simply imposing his will, millions of people die in one instant.
But why is this? Why did he kill all these people?
The answer comes once the blast finally ends and the mushroom shaped cloud above the once vibrant city begins to fade away and the aftermath is seen. There is a massive crater that looks as though a huge asteroid has hit there, and the dust and debris ominously looms over the top of it.
Ubica takes a bite out of his finger and draws blood, he takes his thumb and wipes the blood from the hilt all the way to the tip of his sword. After that he draws it back and swings his sword toward the crater, this sends a red gust of wind that pierces through the dust like a knife through butter.
Once the light flies over the the crater, Ubica puts his sword back in his scabbard and holds his arms out, he smiles and raises his voice.
“My new army! RISE!!”
His voice is used like a trigger, and reacting to that pull of the trigger comes a large hand from the crater.
It rises up and reveals its disgusting figure.
A bloodied red demon the size of the skyscrapers that were just destroyed comes walking out of the crater, its freakishly deformed yellow eyes scour the area until they land on the Anti-Christ. It opens its mouth and its jaw drops to its chest, then from the back of his throat come thousands of demons, flying, falling, climbing down as if being poured from a milk carton.
From behind the massive demon, the silhouettes of many others begin to appear, and from the edge of the crater, hundreds of more demons climb from the rubble of the city.
The numbers grow by the thousands with each passing second and after a minute or so it becomes obvious that an army has appeared before him.
Although the demons carry many different forms, some being human, some being a sort of chimera, they all have one thing in common.
666 the Mark of the Beast.
Somewhere on their bodies is the mark of being loyal to the most evil being, to the strongest being. They are part of his fighting force and are the chosen ones to fight the army of Heaven. In their own way they all bow to their leader to show their loyalty.
Ubica gestures to them and speaks in a tone of address like a natural born leader, “All of you have come to join me in defeating God. If this is your true desire... Follow me!”
He turns around and throws the mask back on his face.
Each stride he takes on what's left of the road in which he walks on gives off the feeling of absolute strength; the army of millions follow this strength and look forward to the upcoming battle. The last step is to get the desperate humans to fight alongside him and his army will be complete, they will be unstoppable.
The smile brimming with confidence in this fact is evident on his face.
Under his breath, Ubica mutters, “Oh God... I'm going to destroy whatever it is you're scheming with my own hands.”
Trojia watches him lead his army towards the next massacre, to say that she is in shock from his mass murder is an understatement. She can't believe that the person she cares about so much was at one point capable of killing millions of people; her mind is in genuine turmoil as the sight of the person she is looking at now overruns the sight of the Ubica she knows.
“I-I see... This is the past that everyone warned me about. All of those poor people, he didn't even bat an eye at their deaths... How? How could he do that!?”
Trojia knows that this is only the beginning of his sins, his evil will shine brightly on the battlefield in a couple days time and she will be forced to watch every detail unfold.
She now sees what Ubica has felt so guilty about all this time, she sees why he is so desperate for repentance that he'd starve himself of any kind of happiness as punishment.
Although she at first told him to throw away his past and strive for the future, she now reneges that statement wholeheartedly.
After witnessing the carnage of the Anti-Christ, and fully expecting to see more of it in the near future, when it comes to what Ubica has said about himself, and the others who said he doesn't deserve any kind of happiness after what he's done...
Trojia now can't help but agree.
The current Ubica is standing in the rain at the doorstep of a certain girl who has been pestering him to come to her house for days now. And due to certain circumstances he has brought her and her family into a dangerous situation in which their lives are in jeopardy depending on what his actions are.
After thinking about what Leviathan said, he has come to the decision that abandoning the helpless girl and her family to protect his able comrades is the wrong thing to do.
He knocks three times on the door and the sound of footsteps rushing from the inside reaches his ears along with the falling rain.
The door opens and Amber's relief filled face is the first thing he noticed.
“I was hoping you weren't going to be stubborn once it started raining. Come in so you can dry off.”
Ubica shows her a strained smile and his eyes are filled with a certain look of despair that only a few people would be able to catch.
But this doesn't get past the sharp eye of Amber.
“What's wrong?” she asks.
He would like to tell her, but he fears that she'd begin to panic and inquire as to why this is happening.
With these thoughts in mind he holds back his explanation and passively replies, “It's nothing.”
She raises her eyebrow, “It doesn't look like nothing, you look afraid.”
Ubica hides his eyes under his wet silver hair and leans his shoulder against the door. What she said is spot on, he is afraid that his comrades could be getting slaughtered at this very moment and this is weighing on his conscience like an anvil. What's even worse is that he can't lift a finger to stop it, if he does, the girl standing in front of him and her happy life will horribly end.
All of this because of what he's done in the past.
No matter what he does he can never escape it, instead he'll just bring this burden onto everyone he meets and cares about until they break under its weight.
He was foolish to think that he'd be rid of it so easily, and this is resulting in the hopeless desperation that Leviathan is pushing him towards.
He clinches his fist and squeezes his jaw tightly as he realizes that this is all going the way Leviathan wants it.
With that in mind there is only one thing he can do.
“You're right.” he says as he takes his first step into Amber's house since the awkward dinner. “But I'm going to do the best I can to fight it.”
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