"Why!" yelled Arceus as his body began to shake. When I got another son, I lost my dear brother, he thought as his eyes flared with anger, glaring at the sky.
"I wouldn't be this angry if you had died of old age, but mere mortals killed you?" Arceus's aura started to leak once again.
"Not only you, but Lucia and Ashriel," Arceus continued as he looked up at the sky, his aura fully blooming.
'Argh,' Giratina grunted, doing his best to maintain reality, while Dialga and Palkia struggled to hold back Arceus's aura. Guy was also helping them, but Feldway merely looked at Arceus with a smile.
"Boom!" A giant explosion shook the air as Arceus's anger and madness began to take form, with another part of him being born from his destructive concept.
"Rawr!" It roared. The nameless creature appeared, a mix of an eastern dragon and a centipede. Its roar caused the entire world to wither—a being capable of entering the ranks of the strongest was born from Arceus's aura.
"Shit," Guy thought as he rushed toward the new creature.
"And brother, I know you are still watching," Arceus said, looking at a particular point in the sky.
"Were you really disappointed in your creation?" Arceus muttered as red, blood-like tears flowed from his eyes.
"Why did you abandon me?" Arceus was on the brink of a complete breakdown.
"I will never abandon you, my dear brother. Our bond is stronger than that of Yuji and Todo. If you ever feel like you are alone, just call out my name, as I am only going on a vacation and not into eternal sleep." Arceus heard these words as someone wiped away his tears. He looked up to see Guy and Ramiris, who were battling the concept of madness and energy.
"Rawr!" The concept roared, and the things in the part of it roared back, growing huge before disintegrating into ashes.
"Shit," said Guy as he looked at Eternatus.
"Spiritual Domination!" Ramiris used her extra skill but was immediately knocked out due to the insane amount of madness she felt.
"Grr," Guy growled as his eyes glowed a deep red color.
"Reality Collapse!" he yelled as the entire reality warped. It was an intrinsic skill that he gained after becoming the apostle of reality.
"Rawr!" The creature roared as it started to grow, distorting space, time, and reality around it. Even Fate, which was a top-tier concept, felt threatened.
"Come back," Arceus commanded as the dragon was absorbed back into him. After all, it was his madness that had created the dragon.
Guy was bleeding magicules, and Ramiris looked exhausted.
Arceus glanced up at the sky before pointing his middle finger and saying, "Fuck you."
"If you wanted some entertainment, you should have just said that," Arceus muttered as the clouds in the sky formed the shape of a middle finger.
"Fuck you," a telepathic voice echoed in his mind before Arceus could mess with the timeline.
"Achoo!" Dialga sneezed, sensing something bad was heading his way.
Ten years had passed. The Kingdom of Nasca had begun its conquest of the eastern nations.
"Rudra Nam Ul Nasca, the great god-king Xerxes has sent this message: Surrender now and become our vassal nation. If not, you and your country will burn," said a messenger wearing a cloak.
"Do you dare?" A voice sounded as a man with silver-white hair, resembling Rudra, stepped forward.
"Mithra," Rudra acknowledged as he looked at his half-brother.
"Hehe, exactly. Know your place, half-blood," the envoy sneered as he laughed.
"Sh—" Blood splattered everywhere as Rudra wiped his hands clean with a towel before throwing it to the ground and burning it to ashes.
"Nobody talks about my family like that," Rudra said, nodding at Mithra before standing up.
"Take his body and throw it in front of Xerxes. Tell him to prepare, as Nasca is about to strike," Rudra ordered as he walked out of the courtroom with Mithra.
"Rudra," called a woman with azure blue hair styled in twin buns with black ribbons, and deep gold eyes. She wore a dark-colored china dress with a golden dragon pattern, white long gloves, and white thigh-length boots adorned with gold ornaments.
"Velgrynd," Rudra said as he hugged her, the cold emperor of Nasca finally smiling.
"So, you're going to war?" Velgrynd asked as she ate a bun that mysteriously appeared in her hand.
"Yeah," Rudra replied, slumping onto a couch.
"Want my help?" Velgrynd asked, munching on her snack.
"Not really, but…" Rudra trailed off, looking at Velgrynd.
"Whaaaat?" Velgrynd asked.
"Um… Will you marry me?" Rudra asked, a blush spreading across his face.
"When… Um, I mean, yes!" Velgrynd said, hugging Rudra as steam rose from the Scorch Dragon.
"After the war, we'll be married," Rudra said with a smile.
"Victiny," a creature appeared before them.
"Yeah, we didn't forget you," Rudra said, and the three of them smiled.
"Boom!"
"Slash!"
"Hraaaa!" Men screamed as they faced a horde of enemies.
"Rudra, you shall fall!" shouted a bald man atop an elephant, thinking his higher ground gave him the advantage.
"We'll see," Rudra muttered.
"All hail Xerxes!" the enemy roared as they charged toward Rudra.
"KILL THEM ALL!" yelled Mithra as his skill, Villain, activated, spreading a domineering aura throughout the battlefield.
What happened next was history.
Slash! Slash! Slash!
Blood blessed the land as the soil was dyed red. Swords stabbed through skulls as both nations suffered. Finally, Xerxes entered the battle.
"Huff… huff…" Mithra was exhausted after his relentless killing spree.
"Bang!" A fist was about to hit Mithra, but he blocked it just in time.
"Hello," Xerxes said, kicking Mithra to the ground.
"Slash!" Xerxes swung his sword toward Mithra, who was too exhausted to move.
Ting! The sound of metal colliding was heard as two swords clashed, and Xerxes' sword broke.
"Bang!" Rudra punched Xerxes in the gut.
"Die," Rudra said, swinging Deva at Xerxes.
"Ssss." Blood splattered—not Xerxes', not Rudra's. Xerxes had used his soldiers as a meat shield. Xerxes glowed as many soldiers charged at Rudra.
Swing! With one swing, Rudra cut down every one of them.
"Die!" yelled Xerxes, trying to punch Rudra, only to have his hand cut off.
"Xerxes," Rudra said, grabbing his hair. "You are not a god. You are nothing more than an ant," Rudra declared as he waved his sword, then threw Xerxes' head into the battlefield. The head rolled a few times before stopping. Rudra walked over to where it had landed, pressing his foot on the head, and his voice echoed throughout the world.
"HRAAAA!" He gave a scream of victory before others joined in.
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