Fate stood on a desolated planet, staring at the heavens with anger visible on his face. He was holding a silver longsword that radiated a fierce silver aura enough to both scare anyone who saw it and put then in awe.
His dark clothes fluttered in the harsh wind but he paid no need, still staring at the sky with a calm yet fearful gaze. His pitch black eyes and yellow pupils made him look like demon from hell but his Jade skin without any callouses or bruises or scars made him look like a fine young master at the same time.
His grip on the hilt of the sword tightened and suddenly, a large figure fell from the sky in what looked like burning red flames.
The ground beneath his feet quaked and a crater appeared under the figure. His face could not be seen and the aura of a majestic being filled the planet. Marking it as a holy place when the figure came down. The planet trembled greatly like it would shatter before the feet of this figure.
A dark expression appeared on Fate's handsome face yet he did not flinch or fall fearful, instead he rushed out to the figure and made the first move. The silver sword let out a glint of silver light before turning purple. He swung the sword at the figure but he blocked with a fiery halberd that screamed power in the highest order. The planet trembled again. The floor opened and magma flowed out. The rocky terrain was reduced to rubble when their weapons both clashed. The universe seemed to roar.
There was a loud ting of metal clashing against metal but Fate did not fall back instead, the fiery figure took a small step back. There was a shocked expression on his face before it turned into a weird smile.
"Shivo has fallen Fate, you cannot defeat us. Very soon all the primordial beings will fall and only gods will remain". He said in hopes to distract him but Fate's expression did not change but still continued to push the figure back the fiery figure.
His anger had reached a tipping point but his head was still calm. After unleashing countless attacks at the figure, he was covered in wounds and his blood was flowing like a river, yet, they both did not stop. At last, when Fate had finally incapacitated the figure.
The bright flames started to go extinguished and the figures face could now be seen. He was a middle aged man who was for sure, very handsome when he was younger.
Fate did not spare him a second glance and continued to walk towards him, the now purple sword was painted in blood. He walked slowly to the figure who was on his dying breath.
" You might have killed me . . . but there are more of us who are still coming and eventually, we will wipe out of the primordials". There was a wicked smile plastered on his face before his head was separated from his body by Fate who didn't even care about what he said. The planets surface gradually healed and before long, it was once again to its prime state.
He cleaned the small blood that was rolling down the side of his face and waited again for the next opponent to come, but after waiting for several weeks, instead of one person to come as he had expected, he saw a whole army of countless looking figures both male and female on horses of golden flames and in the lead was a man who was bathed in golden light.
He was completely golden, even his clothes and the crown that rested in his head. His horse neighed loudly and breath out golden flames from its nostrils.
"Shivo has fallen Fate, why are you still fighting. You can never win". The golden figure spoke with a loud voice that seemed to echo in the universe and the planet seemed to go through a change. It's rocky surface now changed and grass began to grow, water appeared and before long it changed to a planet brimming with life.
There was a frown on Fate's face but he still Did not show fear. When going up against so many people, there was no way he could ever possible win but he still chose to die fighting. Die fighting for what he believed was taken from him. He would lose . . . but he would lose in a satisfying way.
He made no sound yet charged at the countl number of celestial beings who were waiting for him. They also charged when they saw him charging and Fate clashed with the Golden figure. Suddenly several thousands copies of Fate appeared behind him and they also charged at the figures with unwillingness in their eyes.
He raised his sword and slash horizontally but the Golden figure raised his sword and slashed as well.
The result of such clash was the evisceration of the planet. It fell in on itself and exploded in hot flames but it did nothing against the figures fighting against Fate.
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Several months later
Floating in the vast emptiness of space was a being. The being kept floating endlessly through space. Passing by several planets and dimensioms but he didn't even turn his head to look. He just kept on stating in one particular direction. The being had dark grey hair and wore torn, battered dark clothes. This eyes were black and his pupils were yellow, while the egdes of his eyes were red.
The red on the edges were blood tears. The being did not cry real tears but was able to cry blood.
The being was without limbs. There was a bloody hole in the beings chest were his heart was supposed to be. Blood was gushing out but the being seemed to not care as he just looked at the endless space.
The name of that being was Fate . . . and he was the same fate that was besieged by countless gods at the same time. He fought with everything he had but in the end, he still lost.
All his limbs were ripped off from his body by the gods but the being didn't care. He didn't feel pain so he didn't know the severe damage and condition he was in and continued to float silently through space.
Then a figure appeared. The figure was bathed in blue light that seemed to shine from his forehead and was holding a halberd in his hand but the being seemed to take no notice of him and continued to stare into space.
"Do not take offense Fate, but I have come to take your finger". The figure said and took the finger that was also floating endlessly in space. The finger held remarkable power and was able to shake the figure.
As the figure left, a red line came out from the side of his eye and flowed unto his cheek. The figure was crying blood again. At the feeling of losing another body part.
The being could not see the figure, neither could he hear him. But he knew that another part of him had been stolen again when the faint connection he felt suddenly disappeared.
Red lines in form of tears continued to flow from his face. Then he started shaking. Slowly at first, then violently. " Hahahahahaha". The being was laughing. Laughing very hard after several months of floating in the vast space and several months of continuous battle, he finally uttered a word and laughed.
His voice was hoarse because he had not used it for a long time but you could tell that it was a beautiful voice that had been destroyed by countless roars and shouts.
"Finally. They have taken everything. They have taken it all away". His body shoke in laughter more blood spilled out he he didn't notice and he didn't care.
Just then, another figure appeared again and looked at Fate but when he heard the laughter, he had a complicated look on his face. He shook his head and went ahead to pull off both ears of fate.
Fate laughed even harder when he felt the connection to his already deaf ears gone and all that he could hear was the silent cries of the universe along with him.
Tears continued to stream down his face and then he stopped laughing. "They think they've won. Or have they? How far would the gods sink just to posses power?" He stopped then said in a serious tone." I will recover my body and make sure i put to end the Divine entities called gods. I will shake the universe once more. You gods may have divided my soul and parts of my body among yourselves but I will make sure you all regret it, even if I have to turn into a god slayer to do it". He said one last time before his life force extinguished and then countless gods suddenly appeared all around him.
They fought for his corpse over themselves, paying no heed to his last words. As gods, nothing more was interesting to them other than power and since ganging up and fighting for several centuries seemed like a way to gain more power, they would happily do it.