(So before my leave I wanted to post my third grand chapter here, unlike fan fiction of naruto and other animes this is based off my own fellow structure and I want to keep it that way. For those who have not read the others go ahead and do so to catch up.)
''Just as the Darkness spawned off incorporeal, the darkness too spawned off another breed called Invictus.''
Creature of infinite evil, spawned of the depths of creation. Weaver of fury, writer of the end. Harbinger spake and they came, guided by his words. Promises of battle, promises of victory. Promises of death. And they came. They came as the Harbinger did, from every reach of space, to a single temporal way point, less insignificant than any of it's neighbors. And whence it was that this covenant of hate set foot upon the red soils of the earth, they came to a wordless agreement over the state of affairs: It must all be razed.
Worlds stood against them, and self-appointed champions rose to slay the beast, yet none were able to prevail. In time, they left worlds, solar systems, and even galaxies as tombs, lined to the brim with the corpses of the righteous. Only then did the vile covenant gain a name, one that would stain history until it's end. Invictus.
Sitting back within the distant darkness a being had spoke. His tone smooth and metallic. ''Philosophers state that -- with indefinite cognizance, anything that is conjured from the figment of imagination, cannot exist within the vicinity of reality. Such bigoted allegations fall under ridicule and asininity. We are the congregation of those who cannot be defined or understood. Such surreal accolade for something that has been deemed unachievable."
Another voice Echoed from afar. ''Our lives are not too much different than a lit candle. They begin in a flash, fill of such vigor and promise...and are put out just as quickly. But this is exactly why I find life so exhilarating! None of us know how long we have before our flame is extinguished. So while it endures, let us see who can burn the brightest
May our Passions illuminate this entire ****ing planet.''
The rest of the shadows stayed silent. For silence was the essence of freedom, no ignorance, no war. Just the endless void of creation. Each lingering substance of darkness had moved swiftly towards the light that had shown a way to the world up ahead, and with it rose a chance. A chance to claim the universe and its vast knowledge. A chance to challenge the absolute being known and feared as ''God''.
''Just as the Darkness spawned off incorporeal, the darkness too spawned off another breed called Invictus.''
Creature of infinite evil, spawned of the depths of creation. Weaver of fury, writer of the end. Harbinger spake and they came, guided by his words. Promises of battle, promises of victory. Promises of death. And they came. They came as the Harbinger did, from every reach of space, to a single temporal way point, less insignificant than any of it's neighbors. And whence it was that this covenant of hate set foot upon the red soils of the earth, they came to a wordless agreement over the state of affairs: It must all be razed.
Worlds stood against them, and self-appointed champions rose to slay the beast, yet none were able to prevail. In time, they left worlds, solar systems, and even galaxies as tombs, lined to the brim with the corpses of the righteous. Only then did the vile covenant gain a name, one that would stain history until it's end. Invictus.
Sitting back within the distant darkness a being had spoke. His tone smooth and metallic. ''Philosophers state that -- with indefinite cognizance, anything that is conjured from the figment of imagination, cannot exist within the vicinity of reality. Such bigoted allegations fall under ridicule and asininity. We are the congregation of those who cannot be defined or understood. Such surreal accolade for something that has been deemed unachievable."
Another voice Echoed from afar. ''Our lives are not too much different than a lit candle. They begin in a flash, fill of such vigor and promise...and are put out just as quickly. But this is exactly why I find life so exhilarating! None of us know how long we have before our flame is extinguished. So while it endures, let us see who can burn the brightest
May our Passions illuminate this entire ****ing planet.''
The rest of the shadows stayed silent. For silence was the essence of freedom, no ignorance, no war. Just the endless void of creation. Each lingering substance of darkness had moved swiftly towards the light that had shown a way to the world up ahead, and with it rose a chance. A chance to claim the universe and its vast knowledge. A chance to challenge the absolute being known and feared as ''God''.
