Perseverence [A. Trisyien]

[in.darkness]

With haste she moved to intercept but Adrial's foot came to her abdomen stopping her in her tracks before the net force pushed from his extending leg could fling her back.

"Errugh..! Bitch!"

She fell into the chest high wall she had earlier created with her flaming sword, her look was dazed, trying to gain focus on the legs of Trisyien walking casually to her slumped body.

::crrcck::

Adrial butted her with the hilt of his sword to the skull. Knocking her out cold. Then with rolling thunder's volume and height, trembling the foundation and structure of what was left, a god's voice was heard.

"Enough! I see Poseidon has left me with one of his dogs. I knew his exile was far too simple, to not have some..catch."

There he was, as if he was watching the whole time. How disturbingly awkward.

"Yahweh.."

Adrial's eyes snap towards his, Voicing his name came out in a way the fallen would have not dared. His teeth locked tight in grit, so much rage, the feeling of not being able to breathe, this was the moment and purpose of his immortality. Without a second thought or a moment to size the Almighty, he lunge toward him sneering , baring pearly whites and a fang.

"Look! Look what've your creations caused!"

Angrily slashing his blade at Yahweh. Yahweh only needing to lift one hand, stopping Adrial's offensive attack in his palm above their heads. The Holy lord seemed saddened. Holding Adrial's sword in place against Trisyien's force, he took in the surroundings of the kingdom's destruction and the slayed, including the floating lifeless which had come due to this one man's fury.

[in.darkness]

The eyes of Light looked to his palm - at a gradual decent from his hand, the blood of the divine dripped. All fell silent to listen for the first droplet to clash with the ground. None said anything. Then another Seraph had appeared, rushing to the aid of Solieli. "Seyestin..return her." Seyestin kneeled to grasp Solieli. She woke up in disarray, barely making focus on the holy blood that splashed like running paint from a wet brush onto the floor. "M'lord..", She gaped.

Now it was the eyes of the seraphs that gazed onto Yahweh, as well as the eyes of Adrial that depicted nothing short but of red orange oceans of wild rage. For this moment, it looked as though Yahweh and Trisyien Fell into a still frame, the blade still held above them.

"Who crafted you this blade, Erkhan..?"

Solieli interjected, "Erkhan?! You mean the Atlantians were..Erkhans?!" A light bulb went off from the depths of her mind, connecting broken past events of early earthen worlds.

Erkhans were beings from another Atrium, colonizing in other multiverses along the way. Blessing their influences and study of technology upon lifeforms that welded capability of understanding and using logic, granting them some sort of jump-start. Examples would be the early Roman Empire, and the Greeks not to exclude some of the Mayan and Aztec civilizations.

Adrial growled pulling back on the hilt, sliding the edge clean across Yahweh's hand. Yahweh expressed no pain, instead, he merely closed his empty hand in the air as it was. The icyness of his eyes glared onto Trisyien, upon reopening his hand, there was no longer a wound. "Surely, with a weapon such as that, you'd plan to try harder.."

"Do you enjoy the decimation between your images? You murderous god."

"Don't throw rocks at one's window, when your house is made of glass, Atrium plague."

[in.darkness]

Adrial rushed back in with his unique sword parallel to the ground, a running joust. Predicting Yahweh's next move, Adrial side stepped by springing off his leading foot while Yahweh shifted to his right. It was a direct hit. Like a hot knife through butter, the sword passed into Yahweh. Divinity sprayed from the front and back side. The first time the Holy creator showed any expression of being startled. But Quickly, that expression left. Large hands grasped the blade as the violent spray died down on both chest and back. "Your processing is uncanny Erkhan."

Yahweh removed the blade from his being with a smirk.
"But your aim can't be off with this Rhazekan weapon."

The next sequence was almost theatrical, Yahweh was one step ahead of Trisyien's quick thinking. Every slash or swing delivered, Yahweh worked in its cadence, deflecting with mere wrists and forearms. Though each attack left its mark and bled, it sounded like steel on steel. Yahweh's hair began falling loose from underneath his head garment, draping over his eyes, only revealing to Trisyien a slight smirk.

The Lord of Holy Light allowed frustration to manifest into Trisyien's rage. Patiently waiting for an opening. "The lives lost! The Kingdoms that have fallen!" ::schink:: "From the end to Atlantis and now!" ::clink:: "And why her?!" His left eye released a single tear, a gleam which caught Yahweh's attention briefly.

But now Adrial had grown tired, his guard dropped for just a second and within that instant Yahweh stepped in grabbing a hold of Adrial's forearm with one hand while the other hand ignited to a flaming white light that pressed roughly on to Adrial's chest, exploding into rays exiting out his back with the last blood of Atlantis, the flesh of his forearm became consumed by a blinding fire that wouldn't go out. Burning its way through muscle tissue like a heavy acid.

Trisyien staggered back, what ran through his veins gushed like an open fossit from his mouth, dark pools of velvet came as falls from his open chest while the flesh on his arm dripped to the floor like hot wax. The pain was unbearable but so much rage wouldn't allow him to cry out. He clutched his arm as he fell to one knee, eying the Divine before him with grinding teeth.

Yahweh stared to the Erkhan's open chest wound that bared his raw sternum, serrated muscle fibers and a broken collar bone protruding from the skin. "Interesting..Since whenever does a Creator of your like grant a lesser with immortality?" The Atlantian warrior heaved without reply to Yahweh's curiosity. Adrial struggled to keep air in only just one of his lungs. "Maybe it wasn't a gift after all, considering it doesn't come with the dismissal of pain..depressing." Even through out the madness it seemed this God still held some sort of foul compassion.

[in.darkness]

Yahweh looked around once more at all the lifeless caused by both ends. If there was any suffering to be felt by the omnigod, it was the sight of all his fallen creations. The liveliness in his eyes had died and what buried the sorrow from revealing itself was the act of appearing emotionless and the thought of his souls entering eternal life.

Before Yahweh could regain focus of the situation at hand, Adrial's sword came lunging for the Superior's Core. The center of resonance energy that allowed beings like him to create, exist, and manifest from the existence of nothing. Just in time, Yahweh swiftly evaded with a backwards pivot only loosing a few strands of hair. The blade passed along in front of his face giving him plain sight of its engravings in a slow synopsis.

"Prince? Prince of what..?"

The strands of hair, that didn't succeed in evading its path, fell into the cracks of broken foundation and within an instant green blades of grass grew rapidly where it landed. Then, the life that came up immediately withered to a fragile yellow.

"Hmph.."

Yahweh had now acknowledge the seriousness in this man's eyes. In silence they watched each other. Neither of them moving. The breathing of Adrial becoming more and more difficult as he held his weapon out at the end of its course.

"Even at the end of all this, there truly isn't much I can do with you, hound."

[in.darkness]

"Why does that matter.. if its you, that becomes non existent?" Trisyien struggled to get his words out. Yahweh smiled drenched in each others blood, dripping from his arms and splatter adorned on his white robes. "Do you really find yourself capable of such a task?" Yahweh uttered, the curls at the corners of his mouth had flattened. Adrial tilted his head as if reminded something. but drowning in this past, he couldn't put a finger on it.

"Wait..what?"

Before giving Adrial time to think. the back of Yahweh's fist met his nose, knocking Adrial off step. Instantly blood spurt from his face, like water from a spilled bucket. It ran rivers between the knuckles and fingers of the almighty, which remained unmoving from it's location of contact. Adrial's free hand came to cover the lower portion of his face as blood ran from underneath it. His eyes narrowed above his index finger, and right before he could be synced on the offensive, or so he thought, he spun 360 degrees. It was to cleave the lord in two. But Yahweh was gone.

"Errughh. I'm sick of this!"

At the peak of his rage, Adrial surged violently like a lightning rod in the eye of Jupiter's storm. Four solid prisms risen at distant corners, vibrating and resonating even that Rhazekan sword seemed to ignite with some outlandish form of power. The fury of Atlantis roared with him as if a thousand lions overdubbed his voice. By sheer luck and a gust by his ear, he performed a random back kick which connected with Yahweh and in combination, overhead came Trisyien's omnipotent weapon. This time around the weapon seemed strangely larger and wider than earlier.

"DIE!"

Crushing into the cavity of the Holy One bringing up shattered earth and a geyser of creation's blood. Solieli and Seyestin shouted in horror. Did this Erkhan being unbalance the realm of influence? Did he just unravel it to nothingness? For just now, all that was life and living cried out.

[in.darkness]

In vengeance of his god, Seyestin rushed Adrial, crying in rage, engulfed in his own light of fire. Quickly Trisyien Caught attention of his advance and drop to the ground immediately with open palms. A black crystal, embedded with a charge of what looked to be rolling storms of dark clouds within, shot 45 degrees from the ground against the grain of Seyestin's travel. Inevitably impaling him. His blood sprayed from his back, and what came from the front - ran down to the base of the crystal, watering its foundation.

"NOOOO!" Solieli's eyes swelled up pouring rivers as she struggled to hurry and pull Seyestin off before he bled out on Trisyien's nearly instant deliverance of death. The Atlantian warrior only watched in Silence. What was a black crystal began absorbing what Seyestin was made of, fading from a black to a vibrant orange. The light of Seyestin, leaving the Seraph bare..

::shrrrck::

Adrial looked down to his own weapon passing out of his stomach, his mouth quivered, unable to take in or release a breath. He didn't have much left to bleed anymore. His battle had taken its turn for the worst. Adrial realizing this, watched the tip of his sword drip as Yahweh held the hilt tight, pushing it further into Adrial's back. Prying up, he had lifted Adrial off the ground by a foot.

"Agguhh!" there was nothing that could numb himself of this pain.

"I understand now.." Yahweh whispered into his ear. "Your amazing processing, your constant draw of power...The omnipotency that only Gods should posses. I Understand now..You've come close, but not even the rage of an omnipotent Erkhan is enough...dog"

Onlooking, shockingly, Solieli made effort to heal Seyestin, who undoubtedly felt stupid for his under estimated judgment. They have never dealt with such a being first hand like this before.

[in.darkness]

"Ehh..guh."

Adrial passed out on his blade. The foot of Yahweh came up from his robes and pushed the body of Trisyien off the tip. Face planting in rubble as streams dripped from his mouth, creating art in crimson red through the crevices of the torn ground. Yahweh's image shifted.. He appeared younger, but still even with the clean black suit, his face and hands were drenched in each others blood.

Solieli and Seyestin came to stand behind Yahweh with golden silence. Seyestin, not entirely healed from his wound, coughed and spat blood to the floor. Yahweh turned his head without taking his focus off Adrial, addressing Seyestin.

"How do you fare?"

Seyestin hacked, clearing his throat. He was having difficulties speaking, experiencing the sensation of a near death that was dealt with pain.

"I'm" he coughed again "I'm perfectly fine, M'lord", hacking now.

"Solieli?" She didn't answer..Asking again, "Solieli?" Yahweh turned around to face her, "Are you alright?" She couldn't take her gaze off Trisyien, too much had transpired in so little time, breaking her silence her head tilted to Yahweh with curiosity. "So..where does he go from here?"

"I care not, Solieli.. But he is not of my creation.. therefore he can not enter the cold fires and tar soaked dungeons in the Realm of Influence." Looking back over his shoulder, he could see Adrial's hand twitching next to his blade. "And neither can I allow his blood to stain my Earth.." With that said he pivoted then knelt down to him, his large hand palming the back of Adrial's skull. Adrial's hair finding its way out between the gaps of blood worn fingers of God. Yahweh would release his grip and levitate his body before them, turning him around weightlessly a couple feet from the ground.

Adrial's eyes were barely open to witness what would occur next. A shining hand came from the sleeve of Yahweh as Yahweh came to float to Adrial's level. Dust and debris swirled around their ruffling layered exteriors while the others looked on patiently. Soleili made her whisper to Seyestin.. "What will happen?.." It was quiet before there was a response. The hand of God clamped onto the face of Trisyien, prince of the Erkhan's universe. "Its been sometime since we encountered beings outside our Attrium.. We'll probably prep him for something useful.."

"Useful?.." She questioned, unlike Seyestin, she only peered out as far as her given position allowed her. Having much knowledge for anything outside her work seemed pointless, Opposed to Seyestin who felt working alongside his creator meant knowing as much as his creator.

"Yes, by clearing his soul's memory from the core of his resonance.."

"For every end in existence itself, there is a Beginning. A cycle in infinity." Yahweh concluded, without loss of concentration.

Adrial's open eye was still lit with fury, gazing through the open space of Yahweh's index and middle finger. The fire with in his iris, his rage could not be calmed. Yet he couldnt move. Flashes of all that he known was fading. All except his rage. The more his heart raced with anguish, the more his blood flowed from his open chest wound. Raining down a reflective color of a rose's shade.. "Hmph.."

"Whats wrong, M'lord?"

"This being's rage, its fury, it cannot be decrypted. Any idea of finding use for his existence is now diminished." Yahweh spoke in a disappointed manner. What was his original plan? And why did Trisyien's anger render him useless? or seemed feared by this God? "New Arrangements will be made for this empty vessel, I cannot relinquish this immortal's madness." But now it seemed Yahweh had questioned the universe itself.

"How does such a murderous being carry the same beliefs and views of tranquility as I...?"

After Adrial heard Yahweh's curiosity, his vision blurred and became black. It would be his only memory before ever waking up. Whenever he may wake up.

[to be continued...some more]