The Aeternal, Chapter 1
Oct 29, 2014 5:45:19 GMT -12
Post by devastator on Oct 29, 2014 5:45:19 GMT -12
Alright real quick first, since prologue to chapter 1 is a rather big leap I'll give a quick explanation of some things
Basically when the thing which names this story, the Aeternal, was activated it released a wave of energy which basically fucked up the world(Heres a map) and gave everyone an aura of energy, this energy aura basically gave people superpowers(not gonna go too deep into that) which at first is just minor things but eventually develop into something more advanced fitting to the person with the aura. also chapter 1 takes place 1 year after the prologue storywise.
The city was abandoned, but it seemed as lively as ever in the night air. Sereth walked in through the darkened alleys, his breath turning to mist as he exhaled. He felt a mixture of emptiness and anxiety in the empty lanes and twisting paths, reflecting on how far he had to go to get here. He'd rather be here, than back there, he supposed.
The black shadows cast themselves out through the streets, and Sereth couldn't help but feel some kind of fear. Why do I fear this? I was born in it. I speak to it. The thought rang in his head, among the other voices he subconsciously heard. Sometimes, it felt like they were guiding him, and other times, they were an enemy. A constant reminder as to why he performed the sin that he did.
Suddenly, with no implication of a cause, the streetlights flashed on. They flickered for a moment and slowly died down, with many bulbs breaking. Sereth prepared for an inevitable attack, but found only emptiness. Perhaps another jolt of energy from the crystal, the aeternal, people were calling it, giving humans their powers. However solid his theory was, something still didn't feel right. He didn't want to be here. He wanted to be well away from the idiocy humanity had become, but sadly the world wasn't a fairy tale, and there he remained.
Continuing on, he felt the echo of his footsteps grow louder. The moon was on it's fall, small streaks of sunlight raising from the east, yet it felt as black as midnight. He was about to go in a straight line until a voice spoke in the back of his head.
"No. Take the right." Unnerved now, he took the right and prepared himself. He was constantly reminded of his split personalities when he was insulted by his people, and they became less bipolar and more supernatural when he gained these abilities. He'd constantly switch, and he couldn't stop himself. This switch was happening now, and he would never remember the rest of it. He'd simply have to let it happen.
A man, flaring with a red aura dashed past through the street he was warned against taking. He stood in the alley, as he watched 2 others, each with their own red aura, follow. Taken? The Taken were the name given to those who had been consumed by their own power, and a general danger to the rest of the people. He forced himself to pursue them, as his head flared up in protest.
The men looked back, and immediately flared with anger. The first of them, the closest to Sereth, rushed at him, slashing the air with metal claws. He immediately pulled back, as per the voice's instructions, and followed up with a kick to the man's stomach. The man staggered to the ground pulling himself back up quickly. Sereth then used the very power he was outcast for, and from the ground rose a shadowy humanoid. It began violently attacking the first man, as Sereth then moved on to the second.
The second man was smarter, swiftly dodging Sereth's kicks with ease. Pulling back, he began to glow a dark red, and unleashed a volley of black shadows. Sereth could only watch, but before the shadows could hit him, the creature he called was there, finished with the other man. The creature knocked the opponent from the side, landing a brutal blow to the ribcage. The man quickly ran back, this time with the third, who was apparently the leader of the group. Both of them ran swiftly around Sereth and his familiar, and they could only get ready for what was to come.
Without warning, the third man dashed in at blinding speeds, knocking the familiar out of the way. The second then made a dash for Sereth, slicing him uncontrollably with an iron knife. He was able to throw him off, however, but not before taking a serious wound to the shoulder. To his right, his summon and the third man were fighting. His summon had the upper hand, but all of a sudden, the third man became a dark red, and released a large wave of flame at him, pushing him far away, and backing him against a wall.
Seeing that one wasn't enough, Lucifer forced himself to use the last of his energy to create a secondary familiar. His hand aimed towards the ground, as the second rose. The familiars immediately regrouped, but due to the lack of energy, Sereth had to pull himself to a safe distance where he could wait. The second man was already greatly worn from battle, but the leader was still in a fighting spirit.
The original familiar dashed out, performing a flurry of kicks at a blinding speed on the second man. He was too tired from fighting to dodge the kicks, and was pushed out of the way with ease. He was about to be finished off when the third man came behind his attacker, ripping the head off, and causing him to disperse into air. It wasn't for nothing however, as the second man was bleeding out, almost dead. The final standoff was going to have to be between the second familiar, and the leader of the group.
The third one started darting back in forth, in an attempt to throw off the summon's balance. It was a futile effort however, and he was struck square in the chest. The blow outwinded him, and left him open for more attacks, yet just as the familiar was darting forward, he revealed it as a feigned wound, spun around him and kicked him in the back. The summon's strength wasn't diminished yet, however, and he rose from the ground, spinning into a helicopter-like attack, forcing the third man back. He then landed a brutal blow in the man's stomach, and like that, he was down. The familiar made sure he was finished by smashing the neck with his foot, before disappearing into air.
With his familiars gone, his energy returned to him. Sereth rose from the ground. All three had fallen, with great struggle. He had to get to one of the havens set up by the non-taken. As he walked the streets he had to think back. Three taken? Here? There shouldn't even be one. There were clearly more than usual now. It didn't seem right. Almost as if something was influencing them...
His head darted to the side, as he noticed a shadow of a human move in the alleys. Clearly not a Taken, but as swift and wild as one. The shadow darted through the alleys, causing almost no noise whatsoever. His figure was lean, and from what Sereth could tell, quite tall. The shadow had spiked, black hair, illuminated slightly by the rising sun. He was in a clear hurry, to what, Sereth couldn't know. He decided he wanted to. He made a dart for the figure.
Basically when the thing which names this story, the Aeternal, was activated it released a wave of energy which basically fucked up the world(Heres a map) and gave everyone an aura of energy, this energy aura basically gave people superpowers(not gonna go too deep into that) which at first is just minor things but eventually develop into something more advanced fitting to the person with the aura. also chapter 1 takes place 1 year after the prologue storywise.
The city was abandoned, but it seemed as lively as ever in the night air. Sereth walked in through the darkened alleys, his breath turning to mist as he exhaled. He felt a mixture of emptiness and anxiety in the empty lanes and twisting paths, reflecting on how far he had to go to get here. He'd rather be here, than back there, he supposed.
The black shadows cast themselves out through the streets, and Sereth couldn't help but feel some kind of fear. Why do I fear this? I was born in it. I speak to it. The thought rang in his head, among the other voices he subconsciously heard. Sometimes, it felt like they were guiding him, and other times, they were an enemy. A constant reminder as to why he performed the sin that he did.
Suddenly, with no implication of a cause, the streetlights flashed on. They flickered for a moment and slowly died down, with many bulbs breaking. Sereth prepared for an inevitable attack, but found only emptiness. Perhaps another jolt of energy from the crystal, the aeternal, people were calling it, giving humans their powers. However solid his theory was, something still didn't feel right. He didn't want to be here. He wanted to be well away from the idiocy humanity had become, but sadly the world wasn't a fairy tale, and there he remained.
Continuing on, he felt the echo of his footsteps grow louder. The moon was on it's fall, small streaks of sunlight raising from the east, yet it felt as black as midnight. He was about to go in a straight line until a voice spoke in the back of his head.
"No. Take the right." Unnerved now, he took the right and prepared himself. He was constantly reminded of his split personalities when he was insulted by his people, and they became less bipolar and more supernatural when he gained these abilities. He'd constantly switch, and he couldn't stop himself. This switch was happening now, and he would never remember the rest of it. He'd simply have to let it happen.
A man, flaring with a red aura dashed past through the street he was warned against taking. He stood in the alley, as he watched 2 others, each with their own red aura, follow. Taken? The Taken were the name given to those who had been consumed by their own power, and a general danger to the rest of the people. He forced himself to pursue them, as his head flared up in protest.
The men looked back, and immediately flared with anger. The first of them, the closest to Sereth, rushed at him, slashing the air with metal claws. He immediately pulled back, as per the voice's instructions, and followed up with a kick to the man's stomach. The man staggered to the ground pulling himself back up quickly. Sereth then used the very power he was outcast for, and from the ground rose a shadowy humanoid. It began violently attacking the first man, as Sereth then moved on to the second.
The second man was smarter, swiftly dodging Sereth's kicks with ease. Pulling back, he began to glow a dark red, and unleashed a volley of black shadows. Sereth could only watch, but before the shadows could hit him, the creature he called was there, finished with the other man. The creature knocked the opponent from the side, landing a brutal blow to the ribcage. The man quickly ran back, this time with the third, who was apparently the leader of the group. Both of them ran swiftly around Sereth and his familiar, and they could only get ready for what was to come.
Without warning, the third man dashed in at blinding speeds, knocking the familiar out of the way. The second then made a dash for Sereth, slicing him uncontrollably with an iron knife. He was able to throw him off, however, but not before taking a serious wound to the shoulder. To his right, his summon and the third man were fighting. His summon had the upper hand, but all of a sudden, the third man became a dark red, and released a large wave of flame at him, pushing him far away, and backing him against a wall.
Seeing that one wasn't enough, Lucifer forced himself to use the last of his energy to create a secondary familiar. His hand aimed towards the ground, as the second rose. The familiars immediately regrouped, but due to the lack of energy, Sereth had to pull himself to a safe distance where he could wait. The second man was already greatly worn from battle, but the leader was still in a fighting spirit.
The original familiar dashed out, performing a flurry of kicks at a blinding speed on the second man. He was too tired from fighting to dodge the kicks, and was pushed out of the way with ease. He was about to be finished off when the third man came behind his attacker, ripping the head off, and causing him to disperse into air. It wasn't for nothing however, as the second man was bleeding out, almost dead. The final standoff was going to have to be between the second familiar, and the leader of the group.
The third one started darting back in forth, in an attempt to throw off the summon's balance. It was a futile effort however, and he was struck square in the chest. The blow outwinded him, and left him open for more attacks, yet just as the familiar was darting forward, he revealed it as a feigned wound, spun around him and kicked him in the back. The summon's strength wasn't diminished yet, however, and he rose from the ground, spinning into a helicopter-like attack, forcing the third man back. He then landed a brutal blow in the man's stomach, and like that, he was down. The familiar made sure he was finished by smashing the neck with his foot, before disappearing into air.
With his familiars gone, his energy returned to him. Sereth rose from the ground. All three had fallen, with great struggle. He had to get to one of the havens set up by the non-taken. As he walked the streets he had to think back. Three taken? Here? There shouldn't even be one. There were clearly more than usual now. It didn't seem right. Almost as if something was influencing them...
His head darted to the side, as he noticed a shadow of a human move in the alleys. Clearly not a Taken, but as swift and wild as one. The shadow darted through the alleys, causing almost no noise whatsoever. His figure was lean, and from what Sereth could tell, quite tall. The shadow had spiked, black hair, illuminated slightly by the rising sun. He was in a clear hurry, to what, Sereth couldn't know. He decided he wanted to. He made a dart for the figure.