Chosen( TheOne) Rise Of An Apocalypse
Prologue
Some believe this World came by chance. Really, but there are supernatural beings that existed before the Earth became alive. These beings came from one source called The Light but.... Evil arose disobeying order and called himself darkness.
On a hot, sunny day in the kingdom of Megladon- a land nestled between realms - a cool breeze whispered through the ranch. The only sounds were the rustling of ripe, golden wheat and the distant call of meadowlark.
A young vibrant man with cool black hair, golden eyes, six feet tall, a striking sharp muscle like body and a lotus flower tattooed on his hand. One, people called an incarnation of an angel. Persie wiped sweat from his brow, the sun warming his back as he surveyed the ripe, golden fields.
She turned to her husband and said, " hum....I can feel people heading this way with a chariot." Persie looked carefully and saw them approaching.
Penelope- a pale looking lady with eyes brown like a thick forest wood, blonde hair and cute curves came closer to Persie and said. " So this is where you guys are hiding, a shity ranch in Megladon."
" Abigail," Ethan shouted, as he got down from the chariot. Walked closer to her and politely asked, " How are you doing?" With eyes fixed on Ethan, she replied. " Great." She paused for a moment, and then asked, "What about you?"
" Fine." Ethan replied, with a heavy breath out.
Ethan - a strong built man, honing a striking physique of a greek god.
" Pure strength, I once saw him go berserk, when he destroyed Euphemia with his bare fists." Cid said silently to Delvin, as they got down from the chariot. Cid- a young six feet tall vibrant man with black hair and hazel eyes.
With a sharp cute face, grey eyes, a calm relaxing spiky grey hair. The young pale teenager who is now learning to be awakened complimented. " Who is this very beautiful young lady with a pale appearance, green eyes, long golden curly hair and a curvy hips. A beauty that describes nature herself." Delvin said, with his gaze scanning Abigail.
" That is your aunt Abigail. Show some respect." Penelope said, after a heavy knock on Delvin's head.
" What brings you here?" Persie asked.
" King Fritz is recruiting us the seven nature courses." Penelope said, cutting through Persie's question. " Why?" He asked, " To stop the coming Apocalypse? I had a vision last night and I wanted to talk to King Fritz about it but He came for me, hmm this is fate." He added.
" The seven nature courses, we are the very essence of nature rules, that is, strength, preservation, chaos, Air, destruction, water and necromancy." Cid explains it to Delvin.
" Ok, but Penelope doesn't have any of those things you said," " Hmm really...", Penelope said with a devious voice. " Argh "! Delvin shouted. Turning pale white, with eyes rolling. " Show off," Ethan said tapping Penelope.
" N... Ah thank you Ethan for saving me,( rubs his neck) the ability to bend liquid and fluids, water...." Delvin concluded.
" I can even hypnotize with just looking at you, because of the liquid in you.A strong water spirit I am." Penelope said. Meanwhile Abigail uses her nature green powers to track the other two.
" Found them, they are in paragon ", she said.
" There's no time to loose ", persie said packing some small bits of supplies as he mounts the chariot. The others joined," paragon, the kingdom of the Aerians people of the skies," Cid said.
" Qui...et"! Ethan shouted," Alright, alright ", Cid responded. Everybody laughs as they start the journey from Megladon to Paragon.
" Fasten your seat belt young man. The journey as now started." Cid said, calmly tapping Delvin as the chariot moved. Through the ranch of the kingdom to its outskirts. The chariot was filled with laughter and series of questions.
" After so many years why choose a ranch in Megladon? Penelope asked Persie, who was sitting next to his wife, Abigail.
" We wanted to have a tranquil life, where we can interact with nature." Persie said, holding Abigail with a tight grip. His gaze shifted to the window on the left and he said. " And Megladon holds a perfect prefecture."
" What about you,after all this years?" Persie asked. " Doing princess stuffs. Running political affairs." She replied.
" Where were you, Ethan?" Abigail asked, her eyes clearly fixed on him reading every movement.
" I was helping people, giving them a better life." He paused, as his gaze shifted to his lower side. " Haven't returned home yet. Missed the cries and laughter of little Johnny." Ethan said, softly.
" Sorry to hit a nerve," Abigail replied.
" No you just gave me a hope to keep fighting." Ethan said.
" I was doing my personal stuffs in the human realm. Before I met Delvin. A lonely boy who needed guidance." Cid said, barging in without a question.
The mist forest of Selpa swallowed them whole. Ancient trees, their bark weeping with moisture, formed a corridor that seemed to lean inward.
The cheerful banter died in their throats as an unnatural chill settled over the chariot . Persie's hand went to the hilt of his sword; his golden eyes scanned the shifting grey. " Something's wrong," Abigail whispered, her green eyes wide. They appeared not from the trees, but from the mist itself - twisted forms of claw and shadow, their eyes glowing like dying embers.
At their forefront stood a figure of impossible contrast. She was beauty incarnate, with hair like spilled wine and eyes of a predatory cat, yet her smile promised exquisite pain. This was Diabolos, commander of Beelzebub's get.
" We're being hunted," Cid breathed, his usual bravado gone. Chaos erupted. Cid's warning was cut short as a demon lunged for the horses. Penelope didn't speak so much as hiss the word: " Drain." Her hands glowed with an eerie blue light. The nearest demons didn't scream - they crumpled, their forms desiccating as the very liquid was pulled from their bodies, leaving husks that blew away like ash. Persie moved with a calm that was more terrifying than any rage.
" Burn." No flame erupted from his hands. Instead, the remaining demons simply ignited from within becoming shrieking torches that lit the mist in hellish orange before vanishing. Ethan, seeing their commander untouched, clenched his fist. " Pull." The air around Diabolos warped, the very ground tearing up as an invisible vortex sought to drag her toward him.
She merely chuckled, a sound like breaking glass, and didn't budge an inch. On the other hand, the seven princes of darkness were trying to meet on the topic of planning to free their long sealed lord from bondage.
However, Luminous, The Light; seated on His throne with legions of angels each at His sides, summoned Micha-el, strongest being after Luminous. Luminous then tells him about how He planned to take birth and descend to the spirit realm, to cleanse the world off darkness, and to stop the coming Apocalypse. He chose Persie and Abigail as His parents. On the mist- shrouded ground, Persie's eyes snapped open.
The golden irises glowed and the lotus on his hand bloomed with light as he stood before Diabolos. Her hands became a blur, striking at where he had been. Persie was already elsewhere, flowing like water. A heavy punch landed in her stomach. Another cracked against her cheek. Before she could register the pain, a rush of blows hammered her back, smashing her into the trunk of an ancient tree.
Trying to stand from this heavy damage, blood oozed profusely out of her nose, admitting defeat, she tried to retreat but said," I will surely come back again with stronger hands." " Daddy's waiting," Persie deviously replied. The forest was silent again, save for the heavy breathing of the horses and the pounding of Delvin's heart. He stared at his hands, which were trembling. He had done nothing. He had been useless. " How...." he began, his voice small. " How do you do that? How do you just end them?"
Persie didn't answer immediately. He wiped a smudge of soot from his cheek, his expression unreadable. When he finally spoke, his voice was gentle but heavy, " it's not about ending, Delvin. It's about protecting. Remember that. Burn' isn't a weapon of anger. It's the final, merciful release for something that has chosen to become pure corruption. We don't wield these gifts lightly." He turned to the group, took in their devastated and exhausted faces, and sighed." Right. Let's go to Dwargon. We'll need proper arms for what's coming."