Chapter 216
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Chapter 216:
Susanoo's surprised expression as the invisible force ripped apart the space between us and flung him back into his house brought a smile to my face.
The shabby walls that supported it were utterly demolished and everything collapsed onto itself.
Though I couldn't admire my handy work much longer.
"Reinforcement. Ebony Flesh. Lightning Armor." I called out my main enhancement abilities.
Reinforcement filled my body, filling in the gaps and conceptually enhancing the existence of my body parts. Ebony Flesh was cast over me physically, like an invisible armor. Lightning Armor, what I had named the application of my Lightning Skills that Sir Wiggles had managed to deduce before me. My limbs had a thin layer of lightning crackling over them.
I flexed my fingers, feeling the Ring of Khajiit that Meridia had given me. Avalon had the tiniest bit of Magical Energy remaining within it as it slept within my body, yet the feeling of it was still warm.
The rubble of the house moved, the God's towering form pushing through the rubble. He had a look of sadness on his face as he held the broken bottle of Sake that he was drinking from earlier. He crushed it in his hand with a small flicker of anger before settling down again and turned back towards me.
"An Authority?" He stared at me. "No, it was much too weak but it felt similar." He shook his head, glancing around. "The Netherworld can't handle much punishment." This chapter was first shared on the Ñøv€lß1n platform.
"The Netherworld? Is that were we are?" I questioned.
He looked at me in disbelief. "You came here not knowing?" The corners of his lips curled up. "I regret that that I must kill you. I'm sure I would have enjoyed your company." He straightened his back. Even with a large gut sticking out, there were still visible muscles bulging over his body. "A God's word is absolute. A God's dignity cannot be trampled on. I will wash away your sins with your death and you will be forgiven."
[Arrogant ass.]
Says the Dragon.
[Yeah, should tell you something.]
Susanoo waived his hand. The fluctuating space that had been all disjointed by my shout started mending. "The realm that exists between Life and Immortality. Squeezed between the realms of Myth, and the Mortal world. There is a reason many of us don't wish to fight here."
Yeah, this place felt flimsy compared to earth.
"So die quickly." He moved with a crack of thunder and a fist filled my vision.
I summoned the Boosted Gear and blocked it, but my feet were lifted off the ground and I was sent tumbling backwards before I regained some manner of footing. I quickly looked up to see the Storm God in the air, lightning gathered around him as he plummeted towards the earth at insane speeds.
"BOOST!" I called out.
The Staff of Magnus appeared in my other hand as I held it up. "Shield of Asgard!" The Runes formed and actualized the spell nearly instantly.
A muscular leg slammed down from the heavens, engulfed in a massive bolt of lightning. "That's not going to work, Mortal!" Susanoo shouted as my shield cracked and he burst through it.
The ground beneath me sundered in every direction for dozens of yards. I held my Gauntlet-clad arm up, with the Staff also acting as support, but even so, I was forced to a knee.
"A Divine weapon?" He sounded surprised. "And something that feels like a Dragon."
"BOOST!" I called out as soon as the time limit was up, and my strength doubled once more. I pushed his leg away, and he laughed as he jumped back.
Almost lazily, he hopped back. "Are you really human?" He questioned with a wide grin. "Now that I take a proper look, you are really a strange one." He said almost mockingly as he put his hands behind his back. "Already winded there? Where's that bravado you showed earlier. What did you say again – 'I don't fear you'?" He laughed before his expression darkened and the amusement was wiped from his face. "A mortal dares speak something so absurd to my face?"
Wow...
[Are you surprised? This is how most Gods are. They are very easy to anger. Even if he's laughing about it, you pissed him off and no words will calm him down.]
I stood up fully, straightening my back and put my staff away. With a flick of my hand Mirage reappeared.
"Wuld Nah Kest." It was barely more than a whisper, yet the words reverberated. I took a single step and like a whirlwind, I moved.
"Hmm?" Susanoo's eyes widened as I was already in his face, sword swinging down. He raised a finger, and flicked the edge away, deflecting my sword.
I didn't dwell on it for even a single second. My hand covered in the Boosted Gear swung towards his face.
He lazily looked at it and went to raise his hand up to block.
"Boost!" I called out once more and my speed accelerated. The air exploded at the sudden burst, my first buried into the side of his face. He stuttered in place, almost falling over.
Slowly, he turned his head back towards me, spitting out a mouthful of blood.
"What kind of Dragon exists in that thing?" He mumbled, eyes moving towards my Gauntlet still pressed against him. "I'll take a look later."
With a thought, I summoned my other swords out and had them all shot right at him.
"Pointless." He waived his hand, a burst of lightning pulsed out, overtaking the swords and forcing them to the ground.
With another thought, Whisper regained its altitude and shot into the air.
He reached out and grabbed ahold of the Boosted Gear and I could feel the force of his grip as my hand was forcefully pulled away.
"Interesting. Very interesting." He muttered again, as if this was a game.
I opened my palm towards him. "Dragon Shot." The Draconic power accumulated and burst out right in his face.
"Hmm." He muttered completely okay after taking that hit, his beard not even the slightest bit singed.
So this is a God.
"He did say something about the Netherworld not being able to handle too much strain." I just didn't think it was that bad, to the point where we literally tore apart the points that connected the Netherworld and the Earth.
"Ddraig."
[What?]
"He put me on my back twice."
[He did.] Ddraig confirmed. [What are you going to do about it?]
I closed my eyes for a brief moment and steadied my breathing.
"Welsh Dragon Balance Breaker."
***
Susanoo, God of Storms POV
"My Lord, you are harmed."
"I am aware." I glanced down at my old friend, the blade that had accompanied me for much of my immortal existence.
My sword which gained its own Godhood after being filled with my power for so long.
"Did that mortal....?" Ama no Murakumo no Tsurugi spoke.
"He did." I glanced at the tear in the fabric of the world, connecting back to the mortal realm. "He has some strange abilities that I had never seen before. Authorities that are not Authorities. Destruction that does not belong to a God. Mortal spells that could even leave a mark on me...Divine weaponry I don't know the origin of." I shook my head with a wistful smile. "A human that is not human."
What a strange thing he was.
Fun.
I hesitated to walk through and follow him. I had not forgotten why I was hiding in the Netherworld. And if I left, I would be throwing away many things I had hid there for. Yet....I could not leave matters as they were.
When was the last time I had fun like this?
What was the point in being a God if I couldn't do the things that I wanted?
"That last spell would have been dangerous had you not cut it, my old friend."
"To praise a mortal in such a way...."
"Deserved praise is deserved praise. Even if I must cut him down, I will acknowledge his abilities."
I am a warrior, and thus as a warrior I will meet him as such. It was time to stop playing around and fight truly.
Without a second thought, I descended upon the mortal world and the familiar laws encircled me. I paid them no heed as the object of my desire was in the distance. Looking around, I could see that we were off the Coast of Japan.
A wonderful place for our final exchange.
"Where is –" I paused as a large amount of magic gathered to the side.
And to my confusion, a massive Tree began to appear. Growing on top of the waves. A hint of uncertainly appeared in my heart as I recognize the origin, but refused to believe it.
My confusion turned into shock as I felt the power pulsing off the newly grown foliage.
"Master, that is not a normal tree."
"Yes, I can feel it too." But it's impossible for that thing to appear in the mortal world like this, especially at behest of a mortal.
A golden light shimmered infront of it and I quickly brought up my blade. The clash of steel meeting steel, the scraping of the metals as I stopped myself from being knocked back.
A large golden spear was pressed against my blade.
"ODIN!?" I roared in fury as I could recognize the Old God's signature weapon. "YOU OLD FOOL, HOW DARE YOU?" I continued to shout, looking for the fool who dared interrupt my fight.
It flew away just as quickly as it appeared, streaking across the sky before stopping, hovering nearby a person I recognized.
Donned in a red armor that looked similar to the Gauntlet he wielded before. But the stench of a Dragon was much stronger. And his power had taken a qualitive and quantitive increase.
Wings sprout from his back as he floated above the waves.
"Ready for round two?" He beckoned me with a renewed confidence.
I had no clue as to what was going on, more strange things had appeared around me, but I felt a flicker of excitement in my heart.
"This God will give you a quick death." I grinned in response.
***
Fight wraps up next chapter. Sorry for the late post, but the Pat.reon chapter is like 7k words and took me a long time to write. It's an interlude with four different POVS that i havn't found a place to put them until now.
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Chapter 216:
Susanoo's surprised expression as the invisible force ripped apart the space between us and flung him back into his house brought a smile to my face.
The shabby walls that supported it were utterly demolished and everything collapsed onto itself.
Though I couldn't admire my handy work much longer.
"Reinforcement. Ebony Flesh. Lightning Armor." I called out my main enhancement abilities.
Reinforcement filled my body, filling in the gaps and conceptually enhancing the existence of my body parts. Ebony Flesh was cast over me physically, like an invisible armor. Lightning Armor, what I had named the application of my Lightning Skills that Sir Wiggles had managed to deduce before me. My limbs had a thin layer of lightning crackling over them.
I flexed my fingers, feeling the Ring of Khajiit that Meridia had given me. Avalon had the tiniest bit of Magical Energy remaining within it as it slept within my body, yet the feeling of it was still warm.
The rubble of the house moved, the God's towering form pushing through the rubble. He had a look of sadness on his face as he held the broken bottle of Sake that he was drinking from earlier. He crushed it in his hand with a small flicker of anger before settling down again and turned back towards me.
"An Authority?" He stared at me. "No, it was much too weak but it felt similar." He shook his head, glancing around. "The Netherworld can't handle much punishment." This chapter was first shared on the Ñøv€lß1n platform.
"The Netherworld? Is that were we are?" I questioned.
He looked at me in disbelief. "You came here not knowing?" The corners of his lips curled up. "I regret that that I must kill you. I'm sure I would have enjoyed your company." He straightened his back. Even with a large gut sticking out, there were still visible muscles bulging over his body. "A God's word is absolute. A God's dignity cannot be trampled on. I will wash away your sins with your death and you will be forgiven."
[Arrogant ass.]
Says the Dragon.
[Yeah, should tell you something.]
Susanoo waived his hand. The fluctuating space that had been all disjointed by my shout started mending. "The realm that exists between Life and Immortality. Squeezed between the realms of Myth, and the Mortal world. There is a reason many of us don't wish to fight here."
Yeah, this place felt flimsy compared to earth.
"So die quickly." He moved with a crack of thunder and a fist filled my vision.
I summoned the Boosted Gear and blocked it, but my feet were lifted off the ground and I was sent tumbling backwards before I regained some manner of footing. I quickly looked up to see the Storm God in the air, lightning gathered around him as he plummeted towards the earth at insane speeds.
"BOOST!" I called out.
The Staff of Magnus appeared in my other hand as I held it up. "Shield of Asgard!" The Runes formed and actualized the spell nearly instantly.
A muscular leg slammed down from the heavens, engulfed in a massive bolt of lightning. "That's not going to work, Mortal!" Susanoo shouted as my shield cracked and he burst through it.
The ground beneath me sundered in every direction for dozens of yards. I held my Gauntlet-clad arm up, with the Staff also acting as support, but even so, I was forced to a knee.
"A Divine weapon?" He sounded surprised. "And something that feels like a Dragon."
"BOOST!" I called out as soon as the time limit was up, and my strength doubled once more. I pushed his leg away, and he laughed as he jumped back.
Almost lazily, he hopped back. "Are you really human?" He questioned with a wide grin. "Now that I take a proper look, you are really a strange one." He said almost mockingly as he put his hands behind his back. "Already winded there? Where's that bravado you showed earlier. What did you say again – 'I don't fear you'?" He laughed before his expression darkened and the amusement was wiped from his face. "A mortal dares speak something so absurd to my face?"
Wow...
[Are you surprised? This is how most Gods are. They are very easy to anger. Even if he's laughing about it, you pissed him off and no words will calm him down.]
I stood up fully, straightening my back and put my staff away. With a flick of my hand Mirage reappeared.
"Wuld Nah Kest." It was barely more than a whisper, yet the words reverberated. I took a single step and like a whirlwind, I moved.
"Hmm?" Susanoo's eyes widened as I was already in his face, sword swinging down. He raised a finger, and flicked the edge away, deflecting my sword.
I didn't dwell on it for even a single second. My hand covered in the Boosted Gear swung towards his face.
He lazily looked at it and went to raise his hand up to block.
"Boost!" I called out once more and my speed accelerated. The air exploded at the sudden burst, my first buried into the side of his face. He stuttered in place, almost falling over.
Slowly, he turned his head back towards me, spitting out a mouthful of blood.
"What kind of Dragon exists in that thing?" He mumbled, eyes moving towards my Gauntlet still pressed against him. "I'll take a look later."
With a thought, I summoned my other swords out and had them all shot right at him.
"Pointless." He waived his hand, a burst of lightning pulsed out, overtaking the swords and forcing them to the ground.
With another thought, Whisper regained its altitude and shot into the air.
He reached out and grabbed ahold of the Boosted Gear and I could feel the force of his grip as my hand was forcefully pulled away.
"Interesting. Very interesting." He muttered again, as if this was a game.
I opened my palm towards him. "Dragon Shot." The Draconic power accumulated and burst out right in his face.
"Hmm." He muttered completely okay after taking that hit, his beard not even the slightest bit singed.
So this is a God.
"He did say something about the Netherworld not being able to handle too much strain." I just didn't think it was that bad, to the point where we literally tore apart the points that connected the Netherworld and the Earth.
"Ddraig."
[What?]
"He put me on my back twice."
[He did.] Ddraig confirmed. [What are you going to do about it?]
I closed my eyes for a brief moment and steadied my breathing.
"Welsh Dragon Balance Breaker."
***
Susanoo, God of Storms POV
"My Lord, you are harmed."
"I am aware." I glanced down at my old friend, the blade that had accompanied me for much of my immortal existence.
My sword which gained its own Godhood after being filled with my power for so long.
"Did that mortal....?" Ama no Murakumo no Tsurugi spoke.
"He did." I glanced at the tear in the fabric of the world, connecting back to the mortal realm. "He has some strange abilities that I had never seen before. Authorities that are not Authorities. Destruction that does not belong to a God. Mortal spells that could even leave a mark on me...Divine weaponry I don't know the origin of." I shook my head with a wistful smile. "A human that is not human."
What a strange thing he was.
Fun.
I hesitated to walk through and follow him. I had not forgotten why I was hiding in the Netherworld. And if I left, I would be throwing away many things I had hid there for. Yet....I could not leave matters as they were.
When was the last time I had fun like this?
What was the point in being a God if I couldn't do the things that I wanted?
"That last spell would have been dangerous had you not cut it, my old friend."
"To praise a mortal in such a way...."
"Deserved praise is deserved praise. Even if I must cut him down, I will acknowledge his abilities."
I am a warrior, and thus as a warrior I will meet him as such. It was time to stop playing around and fight truly.
Without a second thought, I descended upon the mortal world and the familiar laws encircled me. I paid them no heed as the object of my desire was in the distance. Looking around, I could see that we were off the Coast of Japan.
A wonderful place for our final exchange.
"Where is –" I paused as a large amount of magic gathered to the side.
And to my confusion, a massive Tree began to appear. Growing on top of the waves. A hint of uncertainly appeared in my heart as I recognize the origin, but refused to believe it.
My confusion turned into shock as I felt the power pulsing off the newly grown foliage.
"Master, that is not a normal tree."
"Yes, I can feel it too." But it's impossible for that thing to appear in the mortal world like this, especially at behest of a mortal.
A golden light shimmered infront of it and I quickly brought up my blade. The clash of steel meeting steel, the scraping of the metals as I stopped myself from being knocked back.
A large golden spear was pressed against my blade.
"ODIN!?" I roared in fury as I could recognize the Old God's signature weapon. "YOU OLD FOOL, HOW DARE YOU?" I continued to shout, looking for the fool who dared interrupt my fight.
It flew away just as quickly as it appeared, streaking across the sky before stopping, hovering nearby a person I recognized.
Donned in a red armor that looked similar to the Gauntlet he wielded before. But the stench of a Dragon was much stronger. And his power had taken a qualitive and quantitive increase.
Wings sprout from his back as he floated above the waves.
"Ready for round two?" He beckoned me with a renewed confidence.
I had no clue as to what was going on, more strange things had appeared around me, but I felt a flicker of excitement in my heart.
"This God will give you a quick death." I grinned in response.
***
Fight wraps up next chapter. Sorry for the late post, but the Pat.reon chapter is like 7k words and took me a long time to write. It's an interlude with four different POVS that i havn't found a place to put them until now.
If you want to read 7 chapters ahead or support me, visit my /storyforone
Chapter 216:Susanoo's surprised expression as the invisible force ripped apart the space between us and flung him back into his house brought a smile to my face. The shabby walls that supported it were utterly demolished and everything collapsed onto itself. Though I couldn't admire my handy work much longer. "Reinforcement. Ebony Flesh. Lightning Armor." I called out my main enhancement abilities. Reinforcement filled my body, filling in the gaps and conceptually enhancing the existence of my body parts. Ebony Flesh was cast over me physically, like an invisible armor. Lightning Armor, what I had named the application of my Lightning Skills that Sir Wiggles had managed to deduce before me. My limbs had a thin layer of lightning crackling over them. I flexed my fingers, feeling the Ring of Khajiit that Meridia had given me. Avalon had the tiniest bit of Magical Energy remaining within it as it slept within my body, yet the feeling of it was still warm. The rubble of the house moved, the God's towering form pushing through the rubble. He had a look of sadness on his face as he held the broken bottle of Sake that he was drinking from earlier. He crushed it in his hand with a small flicker of anger before settling down again and turned back towards me. "An Authority?" He stared at me. "No, it was much too weak but it felt similar." He shook his head, glancing around. "The Netherworld can't handle much punishment." This chapter was first shared on the Nvl1n platform."The Netherworld? Is that were we are?" I questioned. He looked at me in disbelief. "You came here not knowing?" The corners of his lips curled up. "I regret that that I must kill you. I'm sure I would have enjoyed your company." He straightened his back. Even with a large gut sticking out, there were still visible muscles bulging over his body. "A God's word is absolute. A God's dignity cannot be trampled on. I will wash away your sins with your death and you will be forgiven." Arrogant ass. Says the Dragon. Yeah, should tell you something. Susanoo waived his hand. The fluctuating space that had been all disjointed by my shout started mending. "The realm that exists between Life and Immortality. Squeezed between the realms of Myth, and the Mortal world. There is a reason many of us don't wish to fight here." Yeah, this place felt flimsy compared to earth. "So die quickly." He moved with a crack of thunder and a fist filled my vision. I summoned the Boosted Gear and blocked it, but my feet were lifted off the ground and I was sent tumbling backwards before I regained some manner of footing. I quickly looked up to see the Storm God in the air, lightning gathered around him as he plummeted towards the earth at insane speeds. "BOOST!" I called out. The Staff of Magnus appeared in my other hand as I held it up. "Shield of Asgard!" The Runes formed and actualized the spell nearly instantly. A muscular leg slammed down from the heavens, engulfed in a massive bolt of lightning. "That's not going to work, Mortal!" Susanoo shouted as my shield cracked and he burst through it. The ground beneath me sundered in every direction for dozens of yards. I held my Gauntlet-clad arm up, with the Staff also acting as support, but even so, I was forced to a knee. "A Divine weapon?" He sounded surprised. "And something that feels like a Dragon." "BOOST!" I called out as soon as the time limit was up, and my strength doubled once more. I pushed his leg away, and he laughed as he jumped back. Almost lazily, he hopped back. "Are you really human?" He questioned with a wide grin. "Now that I take a proper look, you are really a strange one." He said almost mockingly as he put his hands behind his back. "Already winded there? Where's that bravado you showed earlier. What did you say again 'I don't fear you'?" He laughed before his expression darkened and the amusement was wiped from his face. "A mortal dares speak something so absurd to my face?" Wow... Are you surprised? This is how most Gods are. They are very easy to anger. Even if he's laughing about it, you pissed him off and no words will calm him down. I stood up fully, straightening my back and put my staff away. With a flick of my hand Mirage reappeared. "Wuld Nah Kest." It was barely more than a whisper, yet the words reverberated. I took a single step and like a whirlwind, I moved. "Hmm?" Susanoo's eyes widened as I was already in his face, sword swinging down. He raised a finger, and flicked the edge away, deflecting my sword. I didn't dwell on it for even a single second. My hand covered in the Boosted Gear swung towards his face. He lazily looked at it and went to raise his hand up to block. "Boost!" I called out once more and my speed accelerated. The air exploded at the sudden burst, my first buried into the side of his face. He stuttered in place, almost falling over. Slowly, he turned his head back towards me, spitting out a mouthful of blood. "What kind of Dragon exists in that thing?" He mumbled, eyes moving towards my Gauntlet still pressed against him. "I'll take a look later." With a thought, I summoned my other swords out and had them all shot right at him. "Pointless." He waived his hand, a burst of lightning pulsed out, overtaking the swords and forcing them to the ground. With another thought, Whisper regained its altitude and shot into the air. He reached out and grabbed ahold of the Boosted Gear and I could feel the force of his grip as my hand was forcefully pulled away. "Interesting. Very interesting." He muttered again, as if this was a game. I opened my palm towards him. "Dragon Shot." The Draconic power accumulated and burst out right in his face. "Hmm." He muttered completely okay after taking that hit, his beard not even the slightest bit singed. So this is a God. "He did say something about the Netherworld not being able to handle too much strain." I just didn't think it was that bad, to the point where we literally tore apart the points that connected the Netherworld and the Earth. "Ddraig." What? "He put me on my back twice." He did. Ddraig confirmed. What are you going to do about it? I closed my eyes for a brief moment and steadied my breathing. "Welsh Dragon Balance Breaker." *** Susanoo, God of Storms POV "My Lord, you are harmed." "I am aware." I glanced down at my old friend, the blade that had accompanied me for much of my immortal existence. My sword which gained its own Godhood after being filled with my power for so long. "Did that mortal....?" Ama no Murakumo no Tsurugi spoke. "He did." I glanced at the tear in the fabric of the world, connecting back to the mortal realm. "He has some strange abilities that I had never seen before. Authorities that are not Authorities. Destruction that does not belong to a God. Mortal spells that could even leave a mark on me...Divine weaponry I don't know the origin of." I shook my head with a wistful smile. "A human that is not human." What a strange thing he was. Fun. I hesitated to walk through and follow him. I had not forgotten why I was hiding in the Netherworld. And if I left, I would be throwing away many things I had hid there for. Yet....I could not leave matters as they were. When was the last time I had fun like this? What was the point in being a God if I couldn't do the things that I wanted? "That last spell would have been dangerous had you not cut it, my old friend." "To praise a mortal in such a way...." "Deserved praise is deserved praise. Even if I must cut him down, I will acknowledge his abilities." I am a warrior, and thus as a warrior I will meet him as such. It was time to stop playing around and fight truly. Without a second thought, I descended upon the mortal world and the familiar laws encircled me. I paid them no heed as the object of my desire was in the distance. Looking around, I could see that we were off the Coast of Japan. A wonderful place for our final exchange. "Where is " I paused as a large amount of magic gathered to the side. And to my confusion, a massive Tree began to appear. Growing on top of the waves. A hint of uncertainly appeared in my heart as I recognize the origin, but refused to believe it. My confusion turned into shock as I felt the power pulsing off the newly grown foliage. "Master, that is not a normal tree." "Yes, I can feel it too." But it's impossible for that thing to appear in the mortal world like this, especially at behest of a mortal. A golden light shimmered infront of it and I quickly brought up my blade. The clash of steel meeting steel, the scraping of the metals as I stopped myself from being knocked back. A large golden spear was pressed against my blade. "ODIN!?" I roared in fury as I could recognize the Old God's signature weapon. "YOU OLD FOOL, HOW DARE YOU?" I continued to shout, looking for the fool who dared interrupt my fight. It flew away just as quickly as it appeared, streaking across the sky before stopping, hovering nearby a person I recognized. Donned in a red armor that looked similar to the Gauntlet he wielded before. But the stench of a Dragon was much stronger. And his power had taken a qualitive and quantitive increase. Wings sprout from his back as he floated above the waves. "Ready for round two?" He beckoned me with a renewed confidence. I had no clue as to what was going on, more strange things had appeared around me, but I felt a flicker of excitement in my heart. "This God will give you a quick death." I grinned in response. *** Fight wraps up next chapter. Sorry for the late post, but the Pat.reon chapter is like 7k words and took me a long time to write. It's an interlude with four different POVS that i havn't found a place to put them until now. If you want to read 7 chapters ahead or support me, visit my /storyforone
