Voices, which were so many, they came one after the other within his mind that none of them made any sense. 'Did I live a good life?' Somehow those words were much clearer for him, 'I no longer have the strength to lift my arms.. Ma, Pa.. just where are the two of you..?'
Unaccompanied in the dark, his blurry sight lingered for him to somewhat see himself being carried with no one to witness the sadness over Elias' eyes. Further clogging his breath, Elias did his best to perhaps grasp the smooth fabric of his carrier but could only bring whatever was left of his hand to vibrate as his body was about to be disposed of.
Some trickery and deception made into effect as the sound of laughter was deafening that it overflowed Elias's mind, together with the unceasing beats of his heart. Just by imagining the Marquessate family cackling with laughter over his death, reignited the anger underneath when his body was thrown over, "MARQU-..!' Elias wanted to fully yell out their name, "I..! K..! YOU!" but these were the only words that came out of his mouth.
Flaccid, yet his eyes remained unclosed, eventually passing away in such madness. Perceiving that inaudible cry, they merely smiled upon witnessing his pathetic end. When most of them left to oversee the war, one managed to see a figure out of nowhere, holding the corpse of whom they just recently killed.
In a blink of an eye, the Entity appeared before her eyes, sending herself back as a reflex but not sufficient enough to avoid having her foot being obliterated into a mess. Causing the entire Marquessate family to turn their attention back right before seeing their member hastily scrambling to run away in a pitiful state, when they too saw the Entity's face up close, every single one of them trembled as it was not a face a mortal could make.
Rendering their magic completely useless from trying to balance their unrhythmic body function, that the Marquessate head began to speak out of fear.
Seeing the persevering anger on those eyes, the Individual had to close it before integrating Elias inside the Black Orb.
A face no mortal could ever make, yet here it was in front of them. "W-Wh-.." In spite of this new predicament, the one who looked the oldest among the Marquessate tried to speak. Their eyes had started to bulge out, bleeding for no reason. It had gotten worse at each passing moment that the one oldest among them, the first to speak, suddenly yelled out like a demented man in intense pain.
The Individual stood by, watching it unfold before his eyes as the pitiful struggles soon reached its end. A simple strike on that wrinkled face, shattered the existence of an insignificant being. One couldn't take it anymore when a single eye popped out of its socket, as the others had the same before being brought to their knees.
Walking through their screams of pain and squishing the head of the first one that was near, only a specific man was left with a complete vision of the scene. It seemed like this blonde man had already accepted his own death, in spite of this not being what Andreas envisioned of the family's fate.
Andreas was anxious underneath, staring at the Individual's face with a smirk after he got close, "You think I should be afraid of you?" He said, when the Individual didn't really look that tall compared to the deities they had. Nevertheless, those mortal eyes of Andreas welled up that he couldn't stop himself from vigorously wiping them away while giggling with his body that was constantly quivering.
Heimdall, who was known to be vigilant towards many realms, didn't have these eyes. Four eyes, where the two below were situated closely on his nose while the other pair outward, all pupils gazing at Andreas. ".noitcurtsed s'dlrow siht gnissentiw eid lliw uoy, shuT .him dellik ohw eno eht erew uoY"
It was Him, the unofficial guardian who watched over Elias from the southern part of the universe. The Individual turned to look at a distance before vanishing from Andreas's sight. Arriving at the center of it and unleashing all of his powers, such that the marks around his body shone, dazzling everyone within the vicinity. Whoever and wherever they are, not a single one was spared in this encompassing world.
No vision of trees, not even the mountain-tops as all things their eyes could see was a silhouette of their once figures. Even the figures of the gods were the same, they were there, all of them. Bringing more confusion to their minds as the silence gradually diminished. Though the fight had ceased yet the question of who exactly won was left unanswered.
Perhaps the sky would be different as many began to look, while many finally pointed out that there's a figure above them. This was the only thing that was more appealing to their eyes, not the blue sky nor the rising sun. "By the All-Father.." Like a kindling fire, which burned from afar. Unseen yet perceived by everyone, a warmth so uncomfortable.
Bits of their fingertips had begun to disintegrate into dust, even the release of their weapons made no sound, their thoughts poking out that, 'Where is our glory?" A god laughed, even when no one could hear him, "I seek your death and what exactly has changed?" The Individual's figure pulsated, sending a deafening sound below. Causing the same god to smirk, "Your plans do work wonders.. yet I would love to see each of your faces at this instance!"
On the other hand, "This is nothing more than Loki's tricks, Father!" Convincing himself that anyone could hear him speak, screaming, "Loki! LOKI!!" Out of the ground, there above the encompassing world where the Individual was in. An enormous, flaming manifestation of his head had emerged, gazing upon the other surrounding planets in the northern universe.
Gravity tried to pull the Individual's figure down, as the gods below also experienced their beloved world to shake before hearing a loud voice. "!..MUIRBILIUQ !..E" The enormous flaming manifestation firstly contorted before it howled, so immense was its cry as some of the gods from the east and west of the universe had heard. Witnessing it from their eyes and then to themselves, their hands, together with each citizen from their world, finished in the most somber end.
Dominions being the last before their home worlds, Andreas also was allowed to see his own to the extreme. After some time had passed, now the once Ash tree was reduced to people's imagination of a once wonderful world. Even the plentiful planets of the northern universe were now gone, becoming nonexistent as the Individual was the only one lifeform left. He flew towards the Eastern universe with his bare body, absent of wrath, as despair was the only emotion that remained.
"The deed is done, so that will be the end for this." Prior to expanding his senses, towards where many lifeforms had remained abundant. Going after them, wrecking havoc before integrating his victims to fulfill a desire. Centuries, perhaps a millennium had gone by and yet it didn't matter to the Individual as he was already an immortal being that had transcended above mortal words.
Within the journeys of the Individual, he had seen many living beings that were peculiar compared to where he came from. "We'll be heading on first towards wherever the hell this pervert is right now!" An orange feline yelled, while running straight towards where a tan-skinned man could be found, opposite against someone who stood bare. The feline had arrived together with her group, dressed in multi-layered cloaks. "Just distract him until I'm done and don't rush in too quickly!" The tanned-man yelled, while watching their figures disappear in his eyes.
Knowing how much destruction their world had experienced, the seemingly leader of the group motions a fist up before a ray of arrows fired. 'What were they called again?' Heads made to penetrate iron with a full-force stronger than an average warrior, yet unbothered to their calls and pointless strategy. Those arrows merely broke apart, maybe a cry for a switch? 'Heroes, the final straws of their species..' Looking at those same heroes upclose, gritting their bloodied teeths from trying to puncture an unscathed flesh.
Unblinking desperation, against the man who desecrated their nation.
The delicate areas of his neck that would render any normal man to die, even those four eyes and arms, all the way towards the bare groin. Finest of their world, so is said, reduced to fragments and shattered wrists. Even though their efforts proved useless, three continued to be hopeless, despite many of them already on the ground.
Looking at his allies falling one by one from the afflicted man, the feline leader's missteps- how much more of his people must die to end this nightmare? For king and glory, he watched a gruesome fate that all life shall face, their own mortality, the only truth in existence.