"If you must kill me, there's something you must know, my children. On the moment of my death, the concealing spell I have casted will lift and my location as well as yours will be immediately sensed by the Elder Gods. You must be careful, these beings are not to be taken lightly, I barely escaped with my life last time."
"Enough talk! Stolas have your fun" Madras cut in and turned away. Stolas smiled. A wicked, sinister aura imitated from him.
"Your soul is mine father!" As he walked up to him and locked eyes with him. Suddenly his father started laughing hysterically, his eyes bled, and his arms spread out wide.
"My soul is yours, it's YOURS!" he exclaimed. Stolas trusted his hand through his chest snatching his soul out. Blood spilled everywhere and a husk of what was their father fell flat on his face.
Mavon turned away at the sight.
"Did you have to break his mind before you did that brother?" Mavon asked.
"You're always so dull, Mavon. Where's your sense for art?" Stolas smiled.
"It's done, we finally won." Madras said as he exhaled, as if he released a mountain of stress. His storm calmed, for the moment they all felt a sense of release.
But then suddenly they felt it. An immense pressure slammed down on them. They were no longer alone. A voice echoed and boomed from the darkness of the Void.
"Well well well, so he's finally dead." the heavy voice said.
Another spoke. "That damn traitor deserved worse than death."
A portal cut through the darkness like a knife. Out stepped four figures.
The first was cloaked in darkness. His armor black as night, slashes and cuts adorned across it like medals of victory. His eyes were cold and dark, like an abyss of evil. He was slightly taller than the others. Capped with a darkened crown that darkness seeped from. In his hand was a spear. Symbols lined the spear that said one name with a title. Dragos, Elder God of Darkness & Evil
Beside him stood something worse. His very presence fractured reality, shifting, twitching, never the same from one breath to the next. His armor shifted between metal, stone, and a flowing liquid, as though even matter refused to hold its shape around him. A mad grin carved his face in half, his eyes brimming with the promise of chaos unbound.
This was Shiva, Elder God of True Chaos.
The third was much more defined. She held herself high as if the very world was beneath her. Her aura was small and condensed. Beauty was not a word to describe her and yet it's all that can come to mind when you see her, her radiance shone with a brilliance that was akin to the sun.
The was Carliya, Elder Goddess of Beauty
And finally, the fourth was shorter than the rest not by much but enough to catch your attention. His aura was like a hellfire, blazing and hot. His armor dripped with fire and was adorned with souls of the damned. His hair was red and his eyes were red as well with hints of darkness in them.
This was Falus, Elder God of the Undead.
The 3 kings examined them with curiosity.
Madras was the first to speak up.
"I take it your the Elder Gods our father spoke of?" his lightning flared as if to challenge them.
"Oo look brother the animals can speak. Let me exterminate them!" Shiva said as he stepped forward.
"Not yet Shiva, let's give them a chance to explain themselves for being alive." Dragos laughed with a deep intensity. His presence was far more intense than the others.
Mavon looked at Falus with intent and smiled.
"Madras look, they are like a copycat version of us" Mavon laughed as he pointed towards Falus.
"Let's take this conversation somewhere else." As he and Mavon both vanished in a burst of flame.
Falus, Elder God of the Undead was who he was, Mavon thought as he looked at him dead in the eyes.
"Why have you come back? Me and you came to an agreement, Falus." Mavon said as he still held his guard up now realizing who he was facing.
"We agreed that neither of us would engage in our brother's conflict. That we both had better things to do then endlessly fight. And what do I find out after checking in on them? THEY ARE ALL DEAD. I don't know how you managed to kill them but know this, I will have revenge and you will know pain for their deaths."
Mavon put his sword down for a moment. His expression changed as he looked at Falus with regret.
"Dragos killed madras, he took his body and purged his soul. I remained in the nether after that. At some point Shiva and Stolas fought as well but I do not know what happened." Mavons thoughts floated towards the thousands of years he and his brother spent in prison in the Primordial Realm. That was after they erased Shiva for putting his hands on them.
"Your brother's death has nothing to do with me personally, but if you plan on going after Madras & Stolas let me remind you just who you're dealing with." Mavon turned to a blur. His fist smashed Falus's face so quickly and so fast that he couldn't react. Blood sprayed and mavom followed it up with another punch, then another. An endless barrage of punches landed on Falus's face and body before he could even react. Blood pooled from his mouth.
"We are stronger than we were before, and if you have this much trouble with me, you stand no chance against Madras and Stolas. I'll allow you one chance to escape. Take it." Mavon said calmly before turning and walking away from the broken body of Falus.
"No! You don't just get to walk away from me Mavon. If I stand no chance against you then maybe my brother won't." Falus said lifting himself off the ground, his bloodsoaked skin shone in the light of the fire.
"I am Falus, Elder God of the Dead, Keeper of the Orb of Eternal Flames, the end and the beginning of every passage and I will have my revenge." In a mirrored voice laced deep with power he started. "I call thee Gabriel, Elder God of Destruction to my side, vanquish my enemies and eternal devotion is yours.
The ground started to shake and tremble. The Dark Keep started crumbling, beams of light shot through the clouded sky of the nether, the air itself seemed to vibrate at the entrance of Gabriel.
Gabriel was the peak of the Elder Gods, even among the strongest. He stands at the top of all of the divine. With the ability to destroy anything he touches and the unique ability to steal other abilities and master them instantly makes him a dangerous threat to anyone. Of course that can also be said for the 3 kings. Mavon was no stranger to beings of unfathomable strength.
Gabriel began.
"Falus, what have you called me here for? To fight the battles you cannot? To be your hero? To save the day?" He said proudly as he laughed at the state his brother was in.
"How pathetic, you call yourself an Elder God but you plead for help at the first sign of trouble." Gabriel walked past