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The golden sunlight had begun to bleed through the stained glass windows, and their brilliant imagery illuminated the room in an endless vista of colors. The threshold was electrified with stimulating analysis, both waiting for the other to make a move. Neither of them moved a muscle, and their breaths were equal to each other in every single way.

But then, at no less than a hair of a second between them, both Raphael and Balor dashed forward as though they planned the same tactic at the same time. The images upon the windows, of kings and queens of the past, seeped further into the room as they approached one another. Those iridescent light rays fell upon the brothers like the line of vision of each king and queen, for they too bore witness to this most decisive battle. Their blades, the Falcon and Arbandor, collided, echoing throughout the castle and throughout the world, hailing the start of the battle to end all battles.



The End of Chapter 32,

Next Chapter,

Chapter 33: Rise and Fall

Thank you for reading! I appreciate it. ^_^

~Serene End



Weeeellll... I may not be able to post anymore material here, since I might cap out. But hey, you never know, right? I'll type the following chapters, see how they go in terms of length, and decide whether or not to post 'em. Worse comes to worse, I'll just hold off 'til I'm finished revising this story of Wattpad, and throw 'em on there!

Anyway, I just wanna say, in case I don't post anything else on here, that I thank you all so much for reading through all of this! All of you champs and anonymous ninjas out there! You're the best~~
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18-May-2017 21:01:55 - Last edited on 18-May-2017 21:52:25 by Serene End

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I appreciate the bump, Delta.


Update, Oct. 27


Okay! So the chapter, in terms of writing, is finished. It's now a matter of proofreading it now, then posting it! However, I suddenly have things I must attend to, so I don't have the time to do so right at this moment. Now I know I sound like a broken record, but when I say it's coming next week -- I genuinely mean it this time. The latter half of the week is what I'm shooting for, since those are my days off.

Anyway, to those of you still out there waiting, I truly do appreciate your patience. Hopefully the wait will be worth it!
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07-Jul-2017 20:35:36 - Last edited on 27-Oct-2017 19:10:02 by Serene End

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Whelp, let's see how it goes!


Chapter 33: Rise and Fall

A beautiful, lustrous blue ceiling cascaded above, thieved from some unspoiled, celestial dominion. A most gracious sun appeared today, a source of light which emanated such warmth as though a father looking down upon his children with pride. Every god, from the youngest to the eldest, recognized this sight, hearing even as the beckon of a distant bell pulsated across the soundscape. These were the signals of their promised Utopia: an otherworldly paradise deprived of pain and suffering. A world without fright, anger, or enmity; of perpetual elation.

But this was not paradise. This was chaos. Yes, chaos was what visited everything within the great adamas walls of Governanti this day. It, like a mad god, had granted the city its blessings: the turmoil of war.

The signs of Utopia a fallacy, for this world was the darkness to the light, the evil to the righteous. That heavenly dome above them was decimated by a fiery army, a wildfire shooting embers at the sky like arrows. Thick, charcoal black plumes of smoke pierced the air like siege towers, billowing and smothering the idyllic sight to its death. The warmth that they felt was not from the sun, but from these flames which devoured their homes and their lives whole. That glorious chime of the bell in fact a somber knell, uttering but a single word in the same mournful tone intermittently.

The city streets, bloodied and soiled, were flooded by a massive, hectic exodus of people. Countless Governantis forsook their homes in the ensuing panic, fleeing with what precious little they could carry. Each god was entrenched in horrific sights, the slaughter of thousands, their blood flowing down the sides of the adamas streets like a stream.
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02-Nov-2017 16:19:41

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The smell of such unfathomable death turned their nostrils, unnerved their stomachs, and further hastened their flight. No, this was not paradise, but its wrathful brother who wanted to steal everything. ...But the worst was yet to come. Suddenly, they were met with challenge, for barbarians and low-life criminals from the depraved nation of Alverra blockaded their path.

They grinned most wickedly -- they who wished to rob the Governantis of gold and companion, of all that they held dear. But despite their fright, the fearful citizens protested and resisted, resulting in sheer anarchy to ensue. As frenzy consumed the streets, as the city soaked in crimson red like a nightmarish bath, the Imperial Palace rung with the tumult of battle.

The fateful clash between the illegitimate son and the prodigal son of Lord Divus Nomos Barn, the fierce clamor of the Falcon against the Arbandor. Witnesses beheld this duel with utmost regard and solitude, witnesses with body and without. They, who pledged themselves as the Loyal Knights of the Royal Family. And they, the kings and queens of old, whose stained glass images bled into the room so perceptibly that it seemed like they themselves stood there watching.

Raphael Divus Barn, bearer of his father's hopes and dreams, and Balor Pallas Barn, bearer of his people's hopes and dreams, collided. The two fought in this all-deciding battle, unleashing their blades with veracity and without mercy. The fight began in earnest, for the two danced in a series of intense blow exchanges. Their blades crashed into each other, a most heated, contested bout with no clear winner in sight. But a skillful eye could deduce that the fight had begun to slowly wane in Balor's favor...
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02-Nov-2017 16:20:57

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Falcon met with the Arbandor on many occasions, resounding a war song of clattering steel and exotic, chime-like rings like the crossbreed between the worldly and the ethereal. But the king's legendary blade was unyielding and seemingly eternal, and Raphael's treasured sword was old and weathered. It was an ancient blade which had seen many battles, battles in Markus Béla's hand and now in Raphael's. Its mortal steel collided against the immortal adamas again and again, battering and damaging its metallic flesh.

But in this moment, his blade's condition meant nothing to him. Raphael's glowing purple eyes glared vindictively upon his enemy Balor, the pretender who stole everything from him. He made haste, having grown tired of fruitless attacks. His face most wrathful as he aggressed, lusting zealously for a quick, decisive end.

He stepped inwards, aiming his blade towards Balor's head, the only portion of him exposed. But Balor promptly snuffed out his effort, brushing Raphael's thrust aside with a swipe of his sword. He then replied with his own attack, launching his left hand at Raphael. His gauntlet drilled into his younger brother's face, its adamas smashing into Raphael's lip and chin.

Raphael clenched his face as he retreated backwards, feeling the right of his lower lip bleeding and growing warm as it began to swell. But there was little time to breathe, for Balor was right on top of him. Balor took several swings at Raphael, each of which proved quite a test upon his tired steel blade.

His enemy then came down with yet another strike, but this attack's nature was one the enraged rebel accepted with great eagerness. A simple, overly-telegraphed strike, the kind only a novice would make. It seemed almost too good to be true, but Raphael felt it foolish to not capitalize on his enemy's arrogance.
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02-Nov-2017 16:21:43

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His right arm rose up, his trusted swordbreaker wrapped firmly in his fingers. Balor's attack entered inside one of the swordbreaker's serrations, becoming ensnared. But this entrapment was ephemeral, a happening which Balor plotted. When Raphael and Libitina did battle against the Loyal Knights, Balor wasn't just spectating. Indeed, he was observing, studying his opponents. And the one thing he noted most of all was this unusual device Raphael made use of.

The Arbandor was captured inside of the swordbreaker, but the superior adamas proved far too powerful for the thin steel blade to withstand. It snapped almost instantly, and its severed half flew helplessly past Raphael's eyes. Raphael then felt it carve through him, the tip of the Arbandor cutting cleanly, almost artistically through his right bicep and across his torso. His own blood abandoned his flesh, escaping down his black leather brigandine. His body grew weak from the blood loss, his head dizzied, his nerves throbbed and seared. But Raphael cared not for any of these bodily responses, if anything, they simply further exacerbated his wrath.

The frustrated Raphael pushed himself forward, despite every single one of his senses telling him to pull backward. He then unloaded an angry, savage flurry of attacks upon Balor, coming in at a myriad of angles. Raphael's bombardment of attacks was unfaltering, ignoring even his sword-arm as it grew taxed and pained. But Balor briskly, effortlessly protected himself against this assault, an outcome like bundles of wood cast into this raging fire in Raphael's heart.

In one of Balor's many deflections, Raphael swiftly stepped inwards even further with his right hand raised high. He then brought his right hand down, seeking his enemy's life. Yet the superior reflexes of the king successfully reacted to this sudden attack, Balor fastening his hand around Raphael's wrist before he found his neck.
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02-Nov-2017 16:23:08

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The two arms shook greatly under the weight of this power struggle, a conflict being won by Balor. The king calmly turned to his left, and the image of a broken weapon reflected upon his glowing sapphire blue eyes. Raphael had deemed it appropriate to come after Balor's life with the broken half of his swordbreaker, an act of ire and desperation which he still attempted.

Raphael's sliced-open, bleeding right bicep bulged, a display that he pushed with all of his might. But even backed by his newfound Solasúian strength, he still couldn't overpower his enemy. His enemy Balor, calm and collected as he was, looked upon his wild, scowled face. He peered into Raphael's glowing purple eyes, his pupils like staring upon two charcoals burning on pure malice. A desolate rancor, an abysmal spite, all aimed at the king.

Raphael's furor was one Balor himself could comprehend, indeed, relate to even. The king once harbored enmity toward all humans, a hatred fostered by humans. It was the reason why he sought the crown to begin with, just as why Raphael now sought it himself. No, it wasn't for some philanthropic aspiration like breaking the humans from their chains or delivering them from their forced labors. Attempt mightily to deny it so, but the only goal to fill Raphael's void-of-a-heart now was to kill the one who single-handedly brought his life to ruin.

A subtle hint of grief came into Balor, for he acknowledged and accepted that it was he who fathered this ire, this hatred. Raphael, the truest victim of all of his many horrific acts, was now the brother of hatred, his little brother who came to take everything. Yes, Raphael was the reflection of Balor when he began the road of his many wrongs. From the gods to the humans, to the humans to Balor, to now Balor to Raphael, this perpetual cycle of hatred churned ahead maliciously.
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02-Nov-2017 16:24:46 - Last edited on 02-Nov-2017 16:24:58 by Serene End

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