Nova for his part thought to himself, "this is incredible she's more powerful than
that android woman I created on Earth-02." A flashbook appeared in his mind of when he
took Ungar, Narcis and Cthulu to Earth 02. The memory was of them descending towards
Neo-Los Angelos in Nova's spaceship. It resembled something like 1950s or early 1960s
Earth but with a sci-fi ascethnic. Everywhere you could see signs that said, "No Coloreds
[Blacks] Allowed," the regime was a heavily enforced apartheid state. The state was one
by one party that was heavily Communistic in nature but also enforced racial segregation,
aliens throughout the intergalactic confederation were accepted and considered of the
highest status similar to Muslim merchants in Genghis Khan's pagan empire during the
thirteenth century, but as far as human beings are concerned only Whites and Orientals (Eastern Asian) were considered highly quality individuals, Blacks, Native Americans
and South Asians were considered as inferiors.
The caste system went as followers:
"Off-Worlders," (aliens of numerous different races), were the highest, then Whites
and Orientals the second highest on the caste system and finally at the bottom the
Darkies, which was confined to Blacks, Indians and South Asians. The regime was
agnostic towards religion but followed a racial sect of Darwinism enficizing a racial
interpretation of the Theory of Evolution. Nova had to go down to the office of one of the
planet's Party Bosses and the head of the California Politburo. The reason, to register his
lab as he had gone without doing it for the last five years. When Ungar and Narcis
followed Nova into the office they saw a small fat white man with a portly physique and
a thin mustache. Dressed as an NKVD officer with a copy of Karl Marx's Communist
Manifesto and Lothrop Stoddard's book on the forlorn downfall of White Supremacy on
his desk. Nova stated, "Hello, Commissar, it's been some time since we last met."
The Commissar looked up from his desk, his piggish eyes narrowing as he
recognized Nova. His thin mustache twitched, and his expression twisted into something
between a sneer and a smile. "Ah, Dr. Nova," he drawled, his tone dripping with false
cordiality. "The prodigal genius returns. You've been absent for far too long. You know
how... particularly the Politburo is about registration." Nova inclined his head slightly, his
face unreadable. "I've been occupied with research. I trust my absence hasn't caused
any... undue inconvenience." The Commissar chuckled, a low, grating sound that echoed
in the sterile, dimly lit office. "Oh, no inconvenience at all—though your lack of
compliance has raised some eyebrows. The Politburo takes a keen interest in the activities
of off-worlders, especially ones as... accomplished as you." His eyes flicked briefly to
Ungar and Narcis. "And these are your associates?" Ungar's crimson eyes glowed faintly,
and a low growl escaped his throat. Narcis, ever poised, merely adjusted his gloves, his
expression a mask of disdain. Nova gestured toward them with a practiced ease. "Yes.
My team. They assist me with my work." The Commissar's gaze lingered on Ungar, his
lip curling slightly. "Hmm. A bit... unconventional, don't you think? But I suppose genius
attracts all sorts. Very well, let's get this over with." He reached for a stack of forms, his
pudgy fingers fumbling with the papers.
As he did, Nova's eyes wandered briefly to the desk. The juxtaposition of Marx's
Communist Manifesto and Stoddard's book was a stark reminder of the twisted ideology
that governed this world. The so-called "racial Darwinism" that justified the caste system
was nothing more than a veneer of science draped over deep-seated prejudice and fear.
The Commissar handed over the forms, his voice snapping Nova out of his thoughts.
"Sign these, and I'll file the paperwork. Of course, there's the matter of the compliance
fee." Nova's jaw tightened. "Fee?" "Yes, yes," the Commissar said with a dismissive
wave. "A small token, really. Just enough to show your... gratitude for the protection and
opportunities this glorious regime affords you."
Ungar took a step forward, his hulking frame casting a shadow over the
Commissar's desk. His growl deepened, and the room seemed to chill. "This is
extortion." The Commissar's bravado faltered for a moment, but he quickly recovered,
puffing out his chest. "It's regulation. If you don't like it, you can take it up with the
Politburo. But I warn you, they're not as... understanding as I am." Nova raised a hand,
signaling Ungar to stand down. "Fine," he said, pulling a small, nondescript device from
his coat. It emitted a faint beep as Nova transferred the necessary funds. "There. It's
done." The Commissar leaned back in his chair, a satisfied smirk spreading across his
face. "Pleasure doing business with you, Dr. Nova. Now, if you'll excuse me, I have more
pressing matters to attend to." As they turned to leave, Narcis spoke, his voice icy.
"Pathetic creature. You strut around like a king, but you're nothing more than a petty
bureaucrat, a thousand lifetimes will not cleanse you of your transgressions, Lord Buddha
could not purge it himself." The Commissar bristled, his face turning red. "Watch your
tongue, alien. You may have the favor of the Politburo, but don't think for a second that
you're untouchable." Ungar snarled, but Nova placed a hand on his shoulder. "Let it go,"
he said quietly. "We have more important things to deal with." As they exited the office
and stepped into the smog-filled streets of Neo-Los Angeles, Nova couldn't shake the
weight of what they had witnessed. The gleaming spires of the city were a façade, hiding
the rot of a society built on exploitation and division. The memory of the encounter
lingered as they boarded their ship, a reminder of the countless injustices that persisted
across the galaxy. Now, standing on the battlefield against Zaidon's armada, Nova
couldn't help but draw parallels. The alien invaders sought to impose their will on Earth,
just as the regime on Earth-02 had subjugated its own people. Eventually Nova would
show them the android girl he had created in his lab which he had just recently brought
back to Helios but more importantly it reminded Nova of the corrupt world he sought to
overthrow. This war wasn't just about survival—it was about liberation. And if they were
to succeed, they would need more than strength; they would need unity, resolve, and the
courage to confront the darkness within and without.
Nova clenched his fists, his determination hardening. "We fight for more than just
this planet," he murmured to himself. "We fight for a better future. And we fight for a
future that deserves a new god that the world cries out for."
Ungar looked towards Sun Wukong and Oghuz should we enter the ship now, "Wait! As soon as soldiers start to
empty out you may do that until then we need to bide our time. We're sitting ducks after
all." Meanwhile, from her home watching the news, Hermes the young Elf Girl's eye's
began to glow with translucent light. The energy sent off a spark that Ungar remembered
triggering a memory of Prophet Talib from their last adventure over 1,000 years ago. It
was in the Prophet's holy city when Ungar was standing by listening to the Prophet's
followers listen to him in their temple, one of the followers said: 'O Prophet, O Apostotle
of the Unseen, will there be another Prophet after you." The Prophet said, "You say that
as if Prophets are a title bestowed upon men in a line as is the will of the almighty but the
world is far too complicated to be as such. Moreover, I am the final in a line of 25
Prophets called the Golden Chain of Yunis, but I am not the last Prophet or great man
or light upon the unseen world." The follower was confused, "O' Messenger of the
Unseen, as you say you are the last of this line but will another person of another line or
of their own independent right reign as a Prophet in times to come." Prophet Talib
laughed, "There will be a Prophet after me worth mentioning that is within my
knowledge as the Unseen has given me a mercy of knowing a little of it. I know not if it
will be 10 years after my demise, or 100 or 1,000 or 100,000 years after my demise but
there will be a warner far greater than I. I myself will not be worthy of being the dust
under their sandals." Everyone in the group began to clammer with excitement, "O Rasul
al-Gaib," [Messenger of the Unseen] what will this Prophet be like?" Ungar's head
slowly cocked towards the Prophet. The Prophet sat on the ground before his disciples
lifted his two fingers, placing them together. The Prophet said, "This prophet will be far
superior to me in this world but in the hereafter we will be of equal status, this Prophet
may live to be 200 years old or longer but the value they will put out will be worth
10,000 years. Our placement will be like these two fingers of mine and therefore if your
children meet this Prophet the Unseen one orders you to submit to their commands." As
Prophet Talib said this he began to produce a certain kind of Chi which Prophet Talib
referred to as "Prophet Aura." This Aura was being felt by Ungar right now. He thought
to himself, assuming my comrades survive this I need to tell everyone about this finding.
Ungar's crimson eyes narrowed as the memory of Prophet Talib's words washed
over him. The Prophet's voice, clear and deliberate, seemed to echo through time,
intertwining with the present moment. The translucent glow from Hermes's eyes, coupled
with the unmistakable resonance of the "Prophet Aura," sent chills down his
metaphorical spine. It wasn't a coincidence. The Unseen's designs were far too intricate
for that. Ungar stole a glance at his comrades, each poised and ready for battle. They
were oblivious to the connection he was making, but he couldn't blame them.
They
weren't there at that temple right then in the holy city nor would they have neccarcisly remembered. They hadn't seen the disciples hang on every word of Talib as though their
lives depended on it. He turned to Sun Wukong and Oghuz, who stood ready, weapons
glinting in the dim, alien light. Their conversation moments earlier now felt distant,
secondary to the revelation unraveling in his mind. Hermes—the young Elf Girl watching
on the news from afar—was showing signs of a power that mirrored what Talib had
described. Could she be the one? The Prophet Talib had spoken of a warner far greater
than himself, one whose light would shine brighter than any star. Was that light now
beginning to pierce the veil of the present?
Ungar growled low, forcing himself to stay focused. This was not the time to lose himself
in speculation, not when their enemies loomed so close. But still, the implications
churned in his mind, their weight nearly suffocating.
In Hermes's Room
Hermes clutched the edge of her desk as the translucent light in her eyes pulsed brighter.
The images she was seeing—glimpses of the battlefield, of Zaidon's mothership, and of
the warriors struggling below—flooded her consciousness. Her heart raced as she began
to make sense of it all.
Her voice was a whisper, yet it carried a strange resonance, as though spoken by
countless voices at once. "The time is near. The Unseen stirs, and the Prophet's words are
upon us."
The energy radiating from her body caused her surroundings to vibrate. Objects on her
shelves began to levitate, and the air shimmered with an unearthly glow. Outside her
window, her small, quiet town seemed oblivious to the phenomenon unfolding in her
room. But this was only the beginning.
Back on the Battlefield
The sound of alien machinery roared as Zaidon's forces began their assault. From the
mothership's hangars, waves of fighters and drones poured out, blanketing the sky. The
heroes prepared themselves for the onslaught, but Ungar remained momentarily frozen,
his mind racing.
"Ungar!" Qayyim's sharp voice snapped him back to reality. "We need you focused.
What's wrong?"
He hesitated, his red eyes meeting hers. "Nothing... Just a memory," he lied. "I'm ready."
Qayyim wasn't convinced, but there wasn't time to pry. The first wave of drones had
already descended, their weapons lighting up the battlefield. Sun Wukong leaped into
action, his staff extending to impossible lengths as he batted down fighters like they were
mere toys. Oghuz roared as his warhammer sent shockwaves through the ground,
toppling the alien infantry in droves.
Ungar shook himself free of his thoughts and charged into the fray, his claws tearing
through metal and flesh alike. But even as he fought, the Prophet's words lingered in his
mind.
Zaidon's Throne Room
Zaidon leaned forward, his expression twisted with intrigue as he observed the battle. His
command center hummed with activity, his subordinates issuing orders and analyzing
data.
"Commander," Xarelia, the insectoid warrior, hissed, her voice dripping with malice.
"The warriors are formidable. Should I engage them now?"
Zaidon raised a hand, silencing her. "Not yet. They fight with strength, yes, but their
cohesion is tenuous. See how they bicker, how they hesitate? They are fractured." He
smiled darkly. "Let them exhaust themselves. When the time is right, we'll strike with a
force they cannot hope to withstand."
As Zaidon spoke, he felt a faint tremor, a pulse of energy that seemed to ripple through
the very fabric of reality. His amusement faded, replaced by a grim seriousness. "What
was that?" he demanded.
One of his subordinates hesitated, then replied, "Anomalous energy signature detected...
It doesn't match any known technology or weapon."
Zaidon's eyes narrowed. "Locate its source. Now."
Ungar's Revelation
As the battle raged, Ungar found himself face-to-face with a towering alien brute. The
creature roared, swinging a massive weapon down at him. Ungar sidestepped, his metal fist slicing through its arm with ease. But even as he fought, his thoughts were consumed
by what he had felt earlier—the Prophet Aura, the connection to Hermes.
"She's the one," he thought, his conviction growing. "She's the warner Talib spoke of. If
we survive this, the others must know. The Unseen has set this in motion, and we are all
pieces on its board."
He looked skyward, where the mothership loomed ominously. "But first," he growled,
"we take down Zaidon. No matter the cost." But for now this monster deserved his
complete attention. Ungar tightened his grip on the hilt of his weapon, his crimson eyes
fixed on the alien brute before him. Each movement felt weighted with the memories of
Prophet Talib's words and the realization that the Unseen's plan was unraveling in the
chaos around him.
The alien roared again, its jagged weapon crackling with an energy that burned the air. It
lunged, the ground shaking beneath its massive frame. Ungar dodged with a precision
that belied his hulking form, his fists raking the brute's exposed flank. Sparks flew, and
the alien bellowed in pain, swinging wildly to retaliate. Ungar ducked under the blow,
driving his fist into the creature's abdomen with a force that shattered its armor.
Even as the brute crumpled to the ground, Ungar's mind wasn't fully in the fight. His
thoughts kept circling back to Hermes, her glowing eyes, and the overwhelming energy
that radiated from her. He could still feel the echoes of that aura, a resonance that wasn't
just power—it was a calling.
"Ungar!" Sun Wukong's voice cut through the haze. The Monkey King stood atop a pile
of crushed drones, his staff twirling lazily in one hand. "Stop daydreaming and focus!
There's a war going on!"
Ungar growled low in his voice, turning to face the next wave of enemies. "I'm focused,"
he muttered, though his thoughts remained scattered.
Hermes's Vision
In her room, Hermes trembled as the images in her mind sharpened into vivid clarity. She
saw Ungar battling fiercely, his strength cutting through Zaidon's forces like a storm. She
saw Sun Wukong laughing in the face of danger, his movements fluid and untouchable.
And she saw Zaidon himself, seated on his throne, his cruel smile hiding an unease that
he would never admit.
But beneath the visions of the battlefield, something deeper stirred—a whisper that grew
louder with every pulse of light in her eyes. "The time is now. The chains must be
broken. The shadow must fall."
The voices—countless, ancient, and wise—spoke as one, filling her with a resolve she
hadn't known she possessed.
Hermes stood, her feet barely touching the ground as the energy in her room reached a
crescendo. The translucent light in her eyes became blinding, and with a final surge, it
exploded outward in a shockwave that rippled across the world.
The Battlefield
Ungar staggered as the wave of energy passed through him. It wasn't destructive—if
anything, it felt invigorating, like a breath of fresh air after being submerged underwater.
Around him, the battlefield momentarily stilled. Even Zaidon's forces faltered, their
movements jerky and uncertain.
"What the hell was that?" Sun Wukong asked, his usual bravado tinged with genuine
surprise. Oghuz's warhammer glowed faintly, resonating with the lingering energy.
"Something powerful," he rumbled. "And something close." Ungar didn't respond. He
didn't need to. He knew exactly where the energy had come from—and who had sent it.
"We're running out of time," he said, his voice grim. "This battle is just the beginning."
Zaidon's Command Center
Zaidon stood, his earlier confidence replaced with anger. The pulse of energy had
reached even his throne room, and he could feel the disruption it caused in the fabric of
the battlefield. He clenched his fists, his claws digging into the armrests of his throne.
"Report!" he barked. "What was that?"
One of his technicians stammered, "W-we're still analyzing, Commander, but the
energy signature is... unique. It doesn't match any known source, but it appears to be
originating from... Helios."
"Helios?" Zaidon's eyes narrowed, his mind racing. "So, the primitives have a secret
weapon after all." He turned to Xarelia, his insectoid lieutenant. "Prepare the flagship.
We're going to crush them before they can use it again."
Back in her room, Hermes opened her eyes. The translucent glow had faded, but
the fire within her remained. She knew what she had to do.
Grabbing a cloak, she stepped outside into the cool night air. Her small town still slept
peacefully, unaware of the forces converging on their world. She cast one last glance at
her home before setting off toward the distant horizon, where the lights of the city
gleamed faintly against the smog-filled sky.
The voices in her mind spoke again, their message clear. "The path ahead will be
difficult, but you are not alone. You must unite them, guide them. The world needs its
warner."
And for the first time, Hermes felt ready to answer the call.
Meanwhile, back on the battlefield Talus was fighting with some giant white
wolf-like alien. The inner voice, the dark caterpillar, began to speak in his mind. "Do you
need a boost of power?" Talus smirked, "I don't see why not?" Talus began to flood with
energy. Hermes who was flying through the air felt the energy and an image appeared in
her mind of the past, something she had not seen before, it was Talus fight with Daniel
over 1,000 years ago. Where Talus resisted the killing blow and sided with the others, and
then it flashed over 1,000 years later and she saw that Talus was struck fatally by the
white beast, she had to hurry, she knew there was only moments before Talus's end was
at hand. The school that Hermes had started attending was called Xelios University, she
was supposed to be introduced to her homeroom tomorrow. If she wasn't careful the
University would find out what she was doing. But on some level, she didn't care. She
had to do what was right.
Back on the battlefield, the wolf creature began to stammer in fear, "What the hell
are you some kind of monster?" Talus began to laugh, "I'm the one your parents warned
you about as a mer pup."
Talus began to unleash on the beast again but in a mere instant the wolf chuckled
and was about to connect a killing blow against Talus for which he was completely
ignorant of. But in an instant the wolf creature went flying straight into a boulder. Talus
was confused looking around, in every direction.
In front of him he saw Hermes who stood there with resilience glowing with incredible power and energy. Ungar stood there
shaking in his powerful armor, "It's her, how did she know we were here, is here aura that
powerful?" As soon as this thought entered Ungar's mind Hermes leapt into the air
cutting the beast in half and then unleashed a volley of attacks on the horde of aliens.
Zaidon from his throne room became very concerned. "Who is this girl, how is she
destroying my entire army? Would I be able to handle someone like this? Enough! I'm
done waiting until it's time I join in the fight." Zaidon picked up his sword and entered
into a pod it wouldn't be long until he entered the battlefield. As the dust settled it was
clear that the entire alien armada was dead but the girl [Hermes] was nowhere to be
found. It seemed as if she had left the battlefield. Ungar knew he would have to handle
that later. "Who was that?" said Qayyim. Everyone else began to murmur, Ungar shouted,
"ENOUGH OF THAT! He's coming!" Another swarm of aliens began to descend
following behind a single space pod. Ungar and Oghuz nodded to each other as they and
Narcis flew up towards the ship so they could destroy the mothership from the inside.
The pod landed and from it came a large 8 foot alien being with blue skin, a single eye
and four fingers on each hand with sharp claws. The beast didn't waste any time, "Which
one of you is Zaiyal?" Zaiyal, who was among the only ones who wasn't perplexed, said,
"It is I." Zaidon laughed, "Hello Zaiyal, my name is Emperor Zaidon." Zaiyal spit on the
ground, "I know who you are and I honestly don't give a damn, your whole excursion is a
waste of time, we've fought many powerful foes but your time here is nothing but a blip
on the radar." Zaidon surprisingly wasn't angry at all, he was delighted: "fantastic, if
that's your reaction to my arrival then you are clearly a powerful opponent."
"Enough talk," said Zaidon, throwing off his training weights, "We're not here to
exchange our life stories, we're here to battle, so let us battle then." As he said this Zaidon
entered a fighting stance. Talus for his part said, "Zaiyal will fight after me." Zaidon was
surprised, he giggled, "Well okay I'll be with you a little bit first. But know this if either
you or him can't finish me off then your whole planet will be history." Talus cracked his
neck and without waiting a moment unleashed a shot straight to Zaidon's gut. Zaidon
smirked and the battle had begun. Talus who was only 5 '9 was dwarfed by the mighty
Zaidon. Qayyim was looking up perplexed, "they're moving too fast, I can't see them."
Zaiyal for his part said, "Concentrate and seek out their auras, then they're battle will
become clear." The entire army was standing down in the pain of death until they're
leader finished his one-on-one duels. They 'the aliens' could not really comprehend what
was happening either, and they tried at great expense to figure out who was winning the
fight or even where the two opponents were. Unfortunately, for Talus the battle was
quickly going against him, blow after blow, hit after hit, Talus was become weaker as
Zaidon was beating him to a pulp, "is that you can muster you little imp, you're as good
as dead."
The Rise of Golden Talus:
For her part miles away running in the opposite direction Hermes said to herself,
"I saw in my vision there is reason to save him again, he is about to be reborn." Zaidon
continued his beating but was confused. Talus had tears of joy streaming from his face
and a look of delight on his lips. "What's wrong with you? Why are you such a happy
little imp?" Talus didn't say anything for a moment but thought to himself, "it took
10,000 years but finally for the first time I am being pushed past my limits, there was a
brief moment of hope when I fought Daniel for the first time but since then I've had
nothing even Lucifer was weak compared to me, but now the Demiurge, Sun Wukong,
Erlang and now this brute they're so much stronger than I am. I finally have tasted the joy
of battle." Talus asked the Caterpillar, "Give me a boost if you can, if you can't I will be
happy to die in a state of battle." The Caterpillar laughed, "You don't need my help at all,
you're about to be unleashed all on your own." Zaidon raised his hands, "It's over Imp,
begone!" After a single blast everything was gone and Talus was no more. Zaidon landed
before everyone, Demi was shaking, "Where did he go??!!! TALUS!!!!!
TALUSSSS!!!!!" Zaidon laughed, "He's nothing more than dust. But don't worry if
Zaiyal can't defeat me, you can see him in the hereafter." As he said this a giant
explosion was unleashed, golden light and powerful aura generated throughout the entire
battlefield. The news immediately began to frantically report this, Hermes for her part
said to herself looking back, "It's happened. He has become stronger." Zaidon began to
cower in fear and shake and tremble. A figure began to walk slowly towards them. It was
clearly Zaiyal, his skin had become gold as did his hair. He was like a golden god with
bright red eyes replacing the normal green with golden energy emanating from him and
lighting shooting off as he simply stood there. Demi for her part said to herself quietly,
"Is that Talus? What happened to him?" Talus began to laugh, "I must thank you, for the
first time in my life I thought I may die. It was the greatest moment I have ever
experienced as fear became my catalyst. I believe I should properly thank you, if it
weren't for you I may have never reached this level of power." Zaidon began to tremble
and step back, "No, I was supposed to fight Zaiyal, but I should have been fighting you,
what the hell are you some kind of monster?" Talus laughed, cracking his neck, as
lightning shot out from his neck, "No I'm afraid, for you see I have achieved the power of
a God." Talus began to crack his wrists, "Behold, the power of my newest state: Golden
Talus, I have the power of a golden celestial Cicada, and I am henceforth a deity with the power of lightning. Behold, the power of a God!" Talus leaped through the air knocking
Zaidon into the stratosphere.
Qayyim couldn't believe what she was seeing? "Was he always this powerful, no I
don't remember Talus ever achieving such power in my time. It's extraordinary.
Although, in my time Zaiyal was the only one to fight Zaidon. Talus was never this
strong, this is clearly a different world I've stumbled into." The fight looked as if it was
over, Sarah and Kai began to cheer but Zaiyal shut them down, "Stop cheering he's
losing. Damn you, Talus, you're a damned fool. You're not used to this new level of
power, you're already losing energy. He's losing this damned fight just like he was
against this clown's lacky." As if on cue Talus began to show that he was growing tired
and began to slow down, meanwhile Zaidon was gaining ground. Eventually Talus lost
his golden aura and returned to normal looking confused. With an elbow to the back
Zaidon sent Talus flying face-first into the dirt. Zaidon slowly descended to the ground
and picked up Talus by his head as Talus began to cry out in pain. Zaidon began to crush
Zaidon's skull. "Oh how sad, you couldn't keep up that level of power, if that had gone
on for a few more minutes I might have been worried." Zaiyal stepped forward, "Let him
go." Zaidon laughed and actually began to cackle, "So..... you're worried about you're
friend? How preciou..." Zaiyal cut him off, "He's not my fucking friend!! He's a selfish
bastard who held back against the last major threat we came across and it cost the lives of
two of my closest friends. He's selfish and doesn't even care about his life, only to seek
more power. This piece of shit constantly puts our lives on the line for this shallow
nonsense. Frankly, I hate him... but even still... I can't let you kill him..." Upon hearing
this Zaidon was perplexed to hear Talus begin to laugh, "You're pitiful sentimentality
makes me sick, what are you waiting for? Whatever you think of me who cares for my
life, strike him down, you're sense of honor will only get you killed you fool," Zaiyal
began to be filled with anger, "My sense of honor has done no such thing, your lack of
honor is the only thing getting people killed, so shut your fucking mouth!"
Zaidon who was growing annoyed began to crush Talus's skull, as he did this
Talus howled and screeched in pain as everyone could hear his skull starting to buckle.
Zaidon began to laugh, his lips quivered with joy as he saw tears of blood descend from
Talus's eyes, licking his lips in sick pleasure, he said: "I grow tired of this nonsense, I'll
deal with you later." He threw Talus to the side, the space pirate looked across at Zaiyal.
"I heard you were a great warrior, let's see if what they have said of you is true." Zaiyal
was perplexed, "Who's the..." Zaidon unleashed a volley of attacks, Zaiyal quickly
dodged the attacks and before they knew it the fight had begun. Zaiyal made it clear to
ignore Zaidon's rules and that they should all attack him at once.
A Much older Premonition:
Over 1,000 years prior Narcis Matreya is training on the Mountain of the Flying
Crane and Eternal Bliss with Sun Wukong, God Erlang and Guanyin Bodhisattva. He was
learning the art of meditation, Guanyin explained: "If one truly concentrates, he can
achieve a brief state of prophecy without being a Sage, Prophet, or Master of the Nine
Arts, for the aura able to sense such things as past events or possible future events is
linked the bonds of Chi which control all auspicious and negative aspects of the material
world (cosmons)." Narcis for his part concentrated and saw several things over a period
of 2 days of meditation with his three masters staying right by his side. For several he
saw nothing to very little faint images but then on the second day he saw several things.
He saw in a vision several things such as the truth that Genghis Khan the famous
Mongolian warlord converted secretly to Islam around the year 1216, there were even
images of the Khan performing Salat (Muslim prayer), and later on in 1220 Genghis
Khan secretly changed his religion again, this time converting to Nestorian Christianity,
and once again he could see Genghis Khan on his knees in prayer invoking the name of
the Cross (Jesus Christ). And therefore Genghis Khan died as a Christian and not a
Tengrist as was commonly believed, in addition to this he saw an image of a Buddhist
monk driving all of the Demons from Burma and saving the country from destruction
around the year 1126 AD, and finally a war of an alien race that had occurred some 200
years in the past. The last image was not of the past but of the future, it was a young girl
with pointy ears and snow-like white hair tied in a bun. She said to him, "I come as a
mercy upon the world, the world cries out in pain, and I stand alone as the representative
of its sustainer." Narcis opened his eyes, Sun Wukong asked, "What did you see? The
sweat pouring across your face is quite the sight." Narcis looked up at the Great Sage and
said, "A young girl, she is going to change the world forever, she will accomplish more
than any of us ever could, she will bring about an era of peace, but it will take an entire
lifetime to secure, maybe hundreds of years - which will be her allotted time in this
world. Could such a thing be true?" Narcis's mind returned to the present, he thought to
himself as he entered the mothership with Ungar and Oghuz that the girl must have been
her, I know it was, this woman who set the bonds of the world free."
Narcis and the others landed on the mothership. Oghuz and Ungar were followed
by Sun Wukong and Erlang Shen. "So this is this fiend's mother ship, Old Monkey hasn't
seen such advanced warfare in some time." Ungar scoffed, "Erlang, can you see with
your magic eye where the core computer is that powers this ship." Erlang used his eye,
and pointed southeast, "its straight that way, it will take some time to reach it, and we
may face some resistance, but it shouldn't be anything we can't take care of." Ungar laughed, "Excellent, let's go!" Meanwhile on the battlefield, The army was being dealt
with by the fighters below.
Zaiyal chased after Zaidon, Zaidon for his part gave Zaiyal a
run for his money. Every blow that Zaiyal threw Zaidon countered it with ease. "Come on
I've traveled 1,000 years to fight you. The least you could do is put up a better fight."
Talus began to laugh his voice was quiet but he became progressively louder, "I knew it,
Zaiyal you're just like the rest of this fodder, you're no different than Narcis, and Sarai,
and Daniel, and all the rest of them, you're just soft like the rest of these dead-weights!"
Talus laughed, "You think you're the only one that's been training? You're in for a rude
awakening!" Zaiyal began to scream, with this his energy began to surge. An explosion of
energy and after all of that Zaiyal's hair was white, his eyes were blue, and his aura was
dark blue. Zaidon stammered what's up with these freaks he thought, "you too!" Zaiyal
smirked, "that's right! Behold the power of a Super Solarian, I am Ghost Zaiyal. With a
wisp of energy he was gone and like a ghost he landed a direct hit on Zaidon who began
to cough blood.
Down below Talus was in utter shock, "damnit! Every weakling on this planet is
showing me off!" Demi shouted over at Nova, "Well what about this secret weapon!"
Nova looked slightly surprised, "You knew about this?!" Demi began to laugh, "Of
course we have a secret weapon of our own, and we have a surprise for you as well. Send
out your ridiculous clones." Nova hit a button on a device and without any delay large
numbers of clones of human beings for the most part appeared and some clones of the
heroes appeared. Demi shouted, "BEHOLD, THE POWER OF DEMON-KIND!" The
earth split open and many of the foes that Daniel had fought in the past including: "Lord
Tep, Demon King Taipei and others," were unleashed from the earth, now serving the
Demiurge. The battle intensified as the clones and the demonic armies clashed with
Emperor Zaidon's troops. Nova looked over at Demi, "What do you mean you have a
surprise for me?" Demi laughed, "Let's just say he's a little delayed, but an old ex
skeletorial friend will be joining us soon." Qayyim suddenly shook with shock, "You
can't possibly mean..."
The scene was of the Other World, it was majestic with flowing streams, great
Pagodas, and large birds the size of mountains, turtles below swimming in the pink
waters the size of islands, and sea monsters everywhere in the waters below. The aura and
expanse seemed great than outer space as if we're staring into eternity. Starring into Other
World was to reminisce on the eternity of God. King Yama, was looking over many
documents, "Looks like everything is in order, it seems that after many years the prince
of a lost race will be returning to the world of living, so what about you do you want to
live the rest of your natural life, approx. 100 years or so amongst the world of the living, you kind of cut it short last time." King Yama laughed after saying this, for his part stood
Prince Tatu the heir of the extinct wasp fighting race the descendants of the deity the
Silver Locust. Tatu chuckled, "The Gods and the Buddhas know all too well that I've
spun my wheels a little too long in other world, how long has it been exactly?" King
Yama replied: "It's been 1,086 years, 4 months, 10 hours, and 45 seconds and counting,"
since you first arrived in the Other World. Tatu spun around his cape whistling behind
him, "Well I think my friends have waited long enough, it's about time I went after
them." King Yama looked sternly at Tatu, "My friend I think you know the stakes you are
undertaking, if you die again your soul will be destroyed. You will no longer be able to
return to the world of the dead or the living. Even after knowing all this will you take on
the risk. You can't even be reincarnated your existence will be utterly destroyed." Tatu
smirked, "I've been through worse, now hurry up I haven't got all day." Yama sighed,
"very well." With a flash of light, Tatu disappeared, leaving King Yama alone in his
chambers. The ancient judge sighed. "This cycle of war and redemption never ends, does
it?" As Tatu descended toward the battlefield, the heavens themselves seemed to hold
their breath. A new player had entered the game, and the tides of fate were about to shift
once more.
Narcis stood on the deck of the mothership, gazing at the distant stars through the
thick glass panels. His mind wandered back to the prophecy of the white-haired girl. Her
words, "I come as a mercy upon the world," echoed in his thoughts. What mercy? What
world? The weight of those words pressed on his chest, yet he felt an unshakable hope
tethered to the vision.
Sun Wukong broke the silence. "Thinking about the girl again?"
Narcis nodded. "She wasn't just a vision. She was real. Her energy... her
presence... I could feel it as strongly as I feel this ship beneath my feet. She wasn't from
here—not from this time, not even from this dimension." Sun Wukong grinned and
twirled his staff. "Then she must be important. People who carry the weight of worlds
always are. But let's focus on surviving this battle first, hmm? We've got a core to
dismantle."
Ahead, Erlang Shen led the way, his third eye glowing faintly as he guided the
group. The air was thick with tension. Every step deeper into the ship felt like descending
into the heart of a beast.
Oghuz unsheathed his sword. "I'll take the lead. Whatever stands in our way, I'll
handle it."
Narcis glanced at him. "Don't underestimate this place. It's more than just technology;
it's alive. I can feel its energy—shifting, adapting." Ungar smirked. "Then let it adapt to
this." He hefted his massive axe, the weapon glinting with a faint, otherworldly glow.
Meanwhile, below on the battlefield, Zaiyal felt an incredible energy until that
point he seemed to be winning the battle against Zaidon, "What is that incredible
energy?" said Zaidon. Zaiyal replied to himself: "He's right, a large amount of aura is
rapidly approaching." In a flash a large anthropomorphic wasp appeared before them
flying in midair. Zaiyal couldn't believe it, he could barely get the words out, "Long time
no see, you unlocked the art of the ghost, one of the secrets of your race, congratulations
old friend, I'm glad you are doing well." Zaiyal eventually said... "Tatu, you died... in
the battle with Lord Tep... how are you here?" Tatu laughed, "You're little friend that girl
Demi, you can thank her for that. And that's not all, I've perfected a new form of my
own." Tatu began to pulse with electricity but eventually he transformed into a Golden
Cicada; he was no longer a wasp at all. Back on the ship Sun Wukong gasped in shock,
and paused. Ungar turned around and shouted, "What's wrong?!" Sun Wukong said,
"that's Master Tripitaka's original incarnation, the Golden Cicada. He was expelled from
heaven by Buddha, he was one of his greatest disciples." Narcis was in shock too,
"Master Tripitaka is among us in the Spirit Realm, but his original incarnation has
survived as a separate entity in the present time. Prince Tatu, was the golden cicada,
incredible, even Martreya would never have guessed in 1,000 years that the Cicada
lived." Tatu starred at Zaidon, eventually saying, "You're finished, Zaidon." After he said
this Tatu and eventually Zaiyal began to fight this beast (Zaidon). Talus slowly got to his
feet, he began to frantically shout to Demi, "DEMI, HEAL ME!! HEAL ME NOW!!!!"
The Demiurge floated down to Talus, "What is it, you shouldn't be healed just to jump
back into battle?!" Talus gritted his teeth and held his broken arms. "I need to be healed,
who is that powerful golden warrior up there? HEAL ME NOW!" Zaiyal for his part still
couldn't believe that Tatu was hovering before him.
The battlefield crackled with intensity as the golden cicada form of Prince Tatu
hovered midair, his glowing wings resonating with an ethereal hum. The entire scene
seemed to freeze in the presence of his overwhelming aura. Zaidon's smug composure
was replaced by a rare expression of uncertainty, his crimson eye narrowing as he
assessed the formidable opponent before him. "Who... are you really?" Zaidon growled,
his voice tinged with disbelief. His claws flexed instinctively, readying himself for a fight
unlike any he had ever faced.
Tatu smirked, his golden form shimmering like a radiant sun in the chaos of the
battlefield. "I told you already. I am Tatu, Prince of the extinct Wasp-Fighting Race. But
you may call me by my true title—Golden Cicada." The declaration rippled across the
battlefield, inspiring awe among allies and striking fear into foes. Zaiyal stood rooted for
a moment, his white hair and dark blue aura still radiating with the power of his Super
Solarian Ghost Form. He stared at Tatu, emotions warring within him—relief, disbelief,
and newfound determination. "I thought you were gone forever... But if you're here now,
then we might actually stand a chance."
Tatu turned to Zaiyal briefly, his golden eyes glinting. "We'll reminisce later. For
now, let's finish what you started." Zaidon, regaining his composure, let out a guttural
laugh. "Do you think your reunion changes anything? I've transcended mere mortals. I
am a god among creatures—a force of nature! You two will die like the rest."
The ground beneath them trembled as Zaidon's body began to mutate further, his
dark energy warping the air around him. His muscles bulged grotesquely, black and
crimson spikes emerging from his flesh. His monstrous form now towered over the
battlefield. "Let's see if you're as mighty as you claim, Golden Cicada." Without
warning, Zaidon lunged forward, his speed belying his massive frame. Tatu and Zaiyal
reacted in unison, their combined movements creating a dazzling display of energy and
technique. Zaiyal's dark blue aura clashed against Zaidon's crimson strikes, while Tatu
weaved in and out of the fray, landing devastating blows with precision. Meanwhile, high
above, on the mothership, Narcis and his team moved swiftly toward the core. The
labyrinthine halls of the ship pulsed with a living energy, and with every step, the sense
of foreboding grew. Sun Wukong's sharp eyes scanned the corridors, his staff ready.
"This place... It's not just technology. It's alive." Ungar grunted, his axe slung over his
shoulder. "We've dealt with worse. Just point me at the core, and I'll smash it to pieces."
Erlang Shen halted abruptly, his third eye glowing with a brilliant light. "Wait.
Something's coming." The group barely had time to react as the walls seemed to ripple
and shift. Out of the shadows emerged a horde of metallic constructs, their designs a
blend of machine and organic matter. They moved with an eerie fluidity, their eyes
glowing an ominous red. "Defensive systems," Narcis muttered, drawing his weapon.
"They're not going to let us reach the core without a fight." Sun Wukong grinned. "Good.
It's been a while since I've had a proper workout." He spun his staff, the weapon
extending with a flash of golden light. "Let's show them why we're the best." Back on
the battlefield, the clash between Zaidon, Tatu, and Zaiyal reached a fever pitch. Zaidon's
mutated form unleashed waves of destructive energy, obliterating everything in its path.
Yet Tatu's golden aura shielded him and Zaiyal from the worst of the blasts. "You're strong," Tatu admitted, his voice calm and steady, "but strength without purpose is
meaningless."
Zaiyal, his body bruised but his spirit unwavering, nodded. "This ends
here, Zaidon. Your reign of terror is over." Together, they unleashed their full power.
Tatu's Golden Cicada Form and Zaiyal's Super Solarian Ghost Form synchronized in
a dazzling assault. The battlefield lit up with a kaleidoscope of energy as their combined
attack struck Zaidon, piercing through his monstrous form. Zaidon howled in pain, his
body convulsing as the energy tore through him. "You... will... regret this!" he roared,
his form collapsing into a heap of darkness.
Above, on the mothership, Narcis and his team fought their way closer to the core.
The battles raged on, but a sense of hope began to ripple through the chaos. Tatu's return
and Zaiyal's transformation had turned the tide, but the war was far from over. As the
heavens seemed to watch the unfolding events, the prophecy of the white-haired girl
echoed in Narcis's mind. "I come as a mercy upon the world..." The words carried a
weight that hinted at a greater destiny yet to come—a destiny that would decide the fate
of all worlds. Talus, finally healed by Demi, pushed her aside, "Move aside!" Demi
pouted, "You're welcome, you big jerk! That's the last time I will help you." Everyone
thought the Zaidon was no more, so they didn't notice Talus approaching them. "Excuse
me, who are you, explain yourself? How did a literal insect like yourself achieve such
incredible power." Tatu ignored Talus, which angered Talus greatly, "ANSWER ME,
NOW!" Lord Nyalthrotep laughed below, "Well if it isn't my old friend, Tatu." Tatu
looked down, gesturing to him and asking him if he wanted to fight. Tep laughed, "God
no! I wouldn't stand a chance in your current form. But perhaps you should thank me, if
it weren't for me you would never have achieved that level of power." Talus looked
confused, "Thanks to him?" Talus flew down to Lord Nyalthrotep, "Explain yourself,
what do you mean it was because of you that he achieved this?!" Daniel walked from
behind Lord Tep, "It started over 1,000 years ago." Daniel told the whole story, that Tatu
was a ruffian who sided with Daniel and his comrades to fight Ebisu after defeating
Ebisu, Tatu who was the prince of the wasp people flew off promising that he would
achieve his ultimate goal of world domination. However, Lord Tep found a young elf girl
named Luna who became like a daughter to him. This changed his heart, and he
ultimately ended up sacrificing his own life to stop Lord Tep. Daniel for his part defeated
Lord Tep and in the meantime Tatu had spent 1,086 years training in the Other World and
achieving his true Buddahood and Buddha nature." Talus for his part looked up. Tatu
jeered at Daniel, I can't say I helped you at all time Daniel. After you defeated and killed
me the world ran you through boy and spit you out." Daniel looked down, "That's why
Ungar will pay." Talus looked up and flew back up, facing Tatu directly pointing his finger at his chest. "So that's how you became so powerful." Suddenly the ground began
to shake. Before everyone knew it Zaidon had returned, and his anger was palpable.
What is this?....