《Aden Strong: Avatar In DC》The Final Act Final Part
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(Aden P.O.V)
It was a conscious action to shift my form into my physical body. As I reformed in mid-air, the stench of sulphur, cinder and unwashed bodies, all hidden behind a faint scent of blood that grew prominent assaulted my nose. In addition, my emotions took a turn for the negative. Doubt, fear and anger. I reinforced my mental defenses, taking into practice what Iroh had told me about doubt and fear. The feelings assuaged and I was left with a steely resolve.
The determination didn't help with the smell and I felt like throwing up for a second, before deciding to take it out on the demon below me. Something about the nail that sticks out being the first to be hammered down. In this case, I was the hammer or more like the cleaver as Equity appeared in my hands.
I gripped the sword tightly as it changed form into a massive form, the broad side growing wider into a Kubikiribōchō mimicry that was stronger than Zabuza's sword could ever hope to be. Equity hummed in my two handed grip in appreciation at the mental compliment. My sword similar to me...was growing stronger.
To add more momentum to my fall, I spun, the air providing no drag or friction, increasing my already crazy speeds to insane levels. The top of the head of the demon appeared closer and closer, my target none the wiser. Every demon concerned with Etrigan.
With a sudden downward motion, Equity split the demon into two, although it didn't quite reach the other side due to the huge size of the gigantic creature, extending a sheath of air on Equity's pointy end more than made up for the difference. Hot blood sprayed out of the two separate parts, dousing everything close in a reddish black liquid that stank of sulphur more than the surroundings. Everything stopped. The activity going on around me ceased for a few seconds. More than enough time to do what I needed to do.
Lightning sparked off my form before I disappeared from my position. Etrigan's sword swiped out to land on the broad side of Equity. Great instincts. He pulled back to slash me from the side but I spun out of the way faster than he could react to and stepped to his back.
"STOP!"
As soon as the words left my mouth, Etrigan paused. I could feel him straining against my control.
The teleportation talisman appeared in my hands but before I could tear it apart, something huge dove down towards our position. I couldn't be sure if the Talisman's activation was fast or not and when I tried to use a boom tube, I couldn't accurately connect with my realm without a few precious seconds. All that mattered was to get Blood out of here, whether Etrigan wanted to or not.
A torrential wave of black flames poured down from, I kid you not a mega huge gray dragon. The teeth looked the size of my arms so the beast was fucking huge. Not quite the size of the Behemoth I had fell but close. Atop it stood one of the figures I had judged as stronger than most of the League. They had on a spiked helmet with glowing red eyes.
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A gyrating vortex of air manifested above us, disrupting the flames and spreading them to the sides, to fall on the low ranked demons that were only now rousing from their surprise at my entrance. The demons cried out as they burned from the oil like flames. The dragon turned back and came back for a second attack. My outstretched hand suddenly closed into a fist and thin air strings tightened on the dragon, biting into and carving it to hundreds of huge pieces, that rained down around us.
Etrigan buckled against my control and snarled, swiping out angrily with a clawed hand, I leaned back and kicked him away, saving him from the spear in the hands of the demon with the spiked helmet. I rolled away, evading the impact from his landing while sweeping out his legs from under him. The stranger demon was skilled just as he was strong. He used the butt of his lance to flip away, ducking over Etrigan's fire breath that was so hot, I had to coat my body in a film of flame energy.
A lull entered in the battlefield, giving me some time to hear what was going on around me.
"Is that a human!"
"Prey!"
"... devour him."
"I want..."
"His blood."
"His soul...His soul!!
"His Lordship!"
"Fight kill kill..."
"Devour his soul!..."
"Valuable soul...!"
Lots of chants about my soul being precious and valuable. Which made sense since souls made hell go round and as the Avatar, although my spirit was weak...it's quality was on a whole other level. Despite the clear ravenous desire to jump me...they held back. Afraid to step a foot within close proximity of the Helmet Demon.
The three of us faced off against each other warily. Equity changed forms from a huge sword to a short blade.
"Agog." Etrigan spat on the ground. "Still following Neron's orders like a loyal Dog."
Agog levelled his lance at Etrigan. Standing this close to the guy, I could tell you he was imposing and had an aura that spoke of tremendous strength. His muscles were huge. His body fashioned in battle.
"A dog with a purpose." The demon smoothly shot back. His voice was deep. Deeper than even Stewart's.
"Which is more than can be said for you, son of Belial. Shackled to a mere human to do his bidding. You are a disgrace to every demon alive."
Etrigan looked about ready to attack but something held him back. He looked almost... cautious. Something I wasn't sure he could feel. Agog looked away in contempt, turning his gaze towards me. His red eyes narrowed.
"Human, You have a death wish to intrude upon the infernal lands before your time. For that, you will curse your brazenness."
Then he lunged, a sonic boom erupted from his position, his body poised to crash right into me, fortunately something else occured. Agog had the wind knocked out of him when he collided into an air shield. The shield rippled with force. I distributed the power of the impact through it's structure and then reflected it back to the source. A massive shockwave rang out, blowing Agog away into the air. His form carved a trail through the demons at his back, leaving behind a picturesque wake of destruction in his uncontrolled flight. Broken bodies and splattered organs.
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The boom tube I had been trying to create all this time manifested below Etrigan without his knowledge and he fell through with a surprised yelp. His eyes screamed of retribution and anger.
"Damn you..."
The words were cut off as the boom tube disappeared.
The portal was connected to my fire dimension. I couldn't have him running around in Sanctuary.
39 seconds to create a stable portal to my realm. That automatically canceled the usefulness of my boom tubes in a high speed battle. I also had 'that.' but Gabriel had warned me to only use it sparingly. The power of a being almost on par with Lucifer being wantonly unleashed can cause cracks in reality. Cracks that might take time to heal...cracks that might provide a way in for things outside the 'making'. Key word being 'Wantonly.'
The hoard of demonic entities all converged upon me after seeing me blow Agog away. Their momentary fear all but gone as each scrambled to get a pound of flesh. I stood in place, waiting, feeling like a reed before a tsunami.
Despite Gabriel's warning on using 'it', I couldn't see any other way to officially announce myself. To be realistic, although I could probably fight and maybe take out thousands of the Legion of Hell, my stamina was not nigh-infinite. I could do it for a few days...but the numbers would overwhelm me in the end. No the plan had always been to fight smartly. I still had an angel to save and this time it couldn't be done with pure brute force.
I waited until there were a few more meters separating me from any of the demons and then...a horn appeared in my hands from my hammer space. The horn was a short shofar that felt smooth and warm to the touch. It looked normal, felt normal to my senses even...but a feeling of trepidation fell on every demon in the vicinity. I brought it to my mouth...and then blew it.
It had been long since I'd used my sonic abilities. To be honest, I could probably take that ability to it's absolute peak of devastation if I didn't almost blow out my throat everytime I used it. Trying to channel the sonic waves through other parts of my body was not as effective as my mouth. There was just something... instinctual about it. Like...like how you could use your hands to move forward in a hand stand but your legs were much more suited for that task.
So I had never been able to see the peak of what the sub skill could do. Gabriel's horn was the Archangel's symbol of power. Gabriel was the one to impose order and complexity into the 'making' which was another word for creation. Hence, his power rivalled that of his two brothers. And the horn I had in my hands was an expression of his unique abilities. The horn could open portals, take command of beings with a lesser will than you, even the odds between you and your opponent no matter how strong they were by elevating you to their level, marshall up the heavenly host for the final battle, restrain an opponent and basically a lot more of high tier crazy stuff that I was barred from using.
I chose none of those skills. Here's a thought, what would happen if I combined the horn and my sonic sub skill? I took a breath, brought the horn to my mouth and blew it. A loud rumbling escaped out of the small horn. The sonic wave rippling out from my position as the epicenter and destroying anything it came close to. My ears rang, my skin sang and my body shook.
Another wave erupted from the horn. The ground was destroyed, blackened soil and dust rising up in a moniker of a mushroom cloud as I blew upon it once more and for the final time. I couldn't feel anything in my range of energy sense anymore. Every life had been cut off. Destroyed by the angelic object in my hands.
Millions of demons, snuffed out like a candle light. I waved a hand and the cloud dispersed, the dust fell to the ground, revealing...a catastrophe. I stood on a lone pillar in the middle of a crater spanning hundreds of miles in every direction. The depth of the cave was tens of miles long as well, revealing a magma river flowing at the bottom. On the outskirts of the crater, a wall of blackened flesh along with sections of soil and rocks surrounded the edge of the crater, forming a long pile.
One attack.
I looked at the horn in my hands and my palm trembled. So that...that was the peak of what my sonic abilities were capable of when there wasn't a risk of blowing off my throat huh? I was suddenly gripped by fear. If I went bad...God help the world.
Turning back to the devastation caused, I knew I had made a loud statement. A show of power that made the upper echelon hesitate. I looked at The black castle a few thousand miles away and horned in on a figure standing at the highest balcony. Lucifer had a devilishly proud smirk on his face as my enhanced eyesight made contact with his. He was losing yet...it didn't bother him at all.
My eyes left his and fell on Maze, standing next to him. Maze looked happy to see me. I smiled and winked at her before I turned my attention to a raised platform on the courtyard of the castle. A platform with 9 thrones. Some were unoccupied. Others...well, let's just say that despite my confidence even with the horn of Gabriel... beating them would be a tall order. None of the Hell Lords looked remotely afraid of what I'd shown. Interested, curious and hungry gazes yes, but terror? None. Let's see if we can change that.
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