Chapter 12: The Shadow of Supreme Lucifer
While Donald and Micheal navigated the crystalline ruins of the afterlife, the world of P247 was falling into a nightmare. In the obsidian heart of his palace, the Evil Supreme God stood before a massive, pulsating prison cell.
"The time has come," he hissed, his voice echoing through the damp stone. "Call for Lucifer."
A soldier trembled beside him. "The... the Demon? My Lord, the prophecies say he will consume everything."
"He will conquer ILTAW!" the God roared.
Robert stood in the shadows, his ice-white eyes narrowing. "Wait. Our mission was to destroy the corruption of Technopia, not to conquer the universe. I didn't sign up for this."
The Evil Supreme God turned, a jagged, cruel smile crossing his face. "You are a kid, Robert. Conquering is the only aim that matters. Do you really think Donald called you a waste because he hated you? No. I entered his mind. I planted the thought. I made him say it."
Robert's breath hitched, the air around him freezing into jagged spikes. "You... you cheated me. You tore my brotherhood apart for a lie?"
"For your blood," the God replied, holding up five glowing vials. "Elemental blood is the key. By combining your essence with the others I collected from the battlegrounds, I can reactivate the ancient terror. We will become Supreme Lucifer."
Before Robert could strike, a surge of dark magic pinned him to the wall. The Evil Supreme God stepped into the prison cell, merging his divine form with the demonic entity. A pillar of black fire erupted, tearing through the roof of the palace.
From the smoke emerged a titan of horror. Supreme Lucifer stood 2,000 feet high, a fusion of god and demon, his skin humming with the stolen power of fire, earth, thunder, wind, and water.
At the base, Erif and Tom watched the horizon darken. A massive silhouette blotted out the sun.
"Tom, look," Erif whispered, his hand trembling. "Robert is coming. Get ready to fight."
Tom raised his hand, lightning sparking between his fingers. "I'll drop him before he reaches the gate."
"No, wait!" Erif shouted. "He's running. He's... he's not attacking."
Robert skidded into the hangar, his armor cracked and his face pale. "Erif! Tom! He is coming! Supreme Lucifer!"
"Let him come," Tom joked weakly, though his eyes were wide with fear. "We'll welcome him with coffee."
"Don't joke!" Robert screamed. "He has our blood! He has the elements! He's going to erase Technopia!"
The ground began to heave. The buildings of the city swayed like grass in a storm. The three heroes stepped outside and looked up. A foot the size of a city block descended, crushing the industrial district. The army of demons poured into the streets, led by fallen minor gods who had sensed the change in power.
The Third Great Elemental War had begun.
"We can't hold him!" Erif yelled, his solar flares washing harmlessly against the demon's shins. "We need more power!"
"What if Micheal and Donald came back in a magical way?" Tom shouted over the thunder.
"Are you mad?" Robert cried. "They're dead!"
Suddenly, a violet tear appeared in the fabric of reality. Two figures stepped out, their feet hitting the ground with the weight of the mountains.
"Did someone call us?" Donald asked, his voice a tectonic rumble.
"We are back!" Micheal cheered, his wind-cloak glowing with the silver light of Terra Mortis.
There was no time for reunions. A glowing tattoo of Duel Mortis's face appeared on their arms—a ticking clock of their borrowed lives.
"The Great Titans," Micheal shouted, looking at the lockets around their necks. "The Supreme God gave us the keys! We have to wake them!"
In a synchronized roar of defiance, the five heroes held their lockets to their gauntlets.
"PHOENIX, I need help!" Erif screamed toward the sun.
"BEHEMOTH, I need help!" Donald punched the earth.
"ZIZ, I need help!" Tom pointed to the clouds.
"LIVEATHAN, I need help!" Robert called to the deep.
"ARCTIC ALA, I need help!" Micheal whistled to the gale.
The world responded. From the sun, a bird of living flame descended. From the mantle, a mountain-sized beast tore through the crust. From the ocean, a leviathan rose, its roar shaking the coast.
The five heroes mounted their Titans, charging toward the 2,000-foot demon. But even with the Titans, Supreme Lucifer was invincible.
"The sword!" Micheal remembered. "The one from the wise man! It needs the demon's blood to activate!"
Tom grabbed the mythology sword and flew with the speed of a lightning strike. He dove toward the demon's leg, swiping the blade through a trail of bleeding ichor. But Supreme Lucifer was too fast. A massive hand swatted Tom out of the sky. He flew backward, striking a sharp-edged rock in the ruins of Technopia.
Tom fell silent. The God of Lightning was gone.
"NO!" Erif roared.
In that moment of absolute despair, the Supreme God himself descended from the heavens. He took the activated sword from the ground and, with one clean stroke, severed the horns of Supreme Lucifer—the demon's only weakness.
The giant collapsed, his body dissolving into ash. The Evil Supreme God tumbled out of the remains, gasping for air. Robert, fueled by the memory of his fallen friend, lunged forward. "You killed Tom!"
But the dark god was faster. A final, desperate blast of magic struck Robert in the chest. He fell beside Donald.
"I'm... sorry, Donald," Robert whispered, his eyes finally clearing of the frost.
"I forgot it long ago, brother," Donald replied, holding Robert's hand until it went cold.
Rage gave Donald the strength of a god. He fashioned massive rock gloves and shattered the Evil Supreme God's face with a single punch. He ran for the mythology sword to end it, but the tattoo on his arm stretched to his shoulder. He vanished into thin air, his three days ended.
Micheal caught the sword mid-flight, slicing the Evil Supreme God's arm before he, too, vanished into the mists of death.
Erif was the last one standing. He picked up the sword, his eyes burning with a fire that would never go out. He swung. The head of the Evil Supreme God fell, and the armies of darkness turned to dust.
The Aftermath
The war was over. The Supreme God used his remaining light to heal the world, erasing the memory of the horror from the minds of the citizens. The Titans returned to their slumber—Behemoth becoming a mountain, Liveathan sinking into the trench.
Erif stood alone in a quiet cave near the Behemoth mountain. He sat in the dirt, closed his eyes, and began to meditate, guarding the peace his friends had died for.
In the halls of Terra Mortis, Donald, Tom, and Micheal walked into the golden gates of Heaven. Robert, however, stood before Duel Mortis. "Twenty years in the dark," the God of Death decreed. "To pay for the blood you spilled while evolved."
But far away, in a palace beyond the stars, a servant whispered to a new, shadowed master. "Lucifer is dead. The Evil Supreme God is gone."
The Master turned, his eyes glowing with a hunger that surpassed them all. "Assign a new commander. The real game begins now."
GODS OF ELEMENTS – NEW ERA
TO BE CONTINUED...
WRITTEN BY :-
- P.E.N.S
P. NADISH
D SENTHIL
D.K SANJAY KRISHNA
S . RITHIK
E.J. PRADHANJAN