"Survival wasn't the plan... was it Cucatoth?"
Alhazred stood atop the temple, Synth and Kelesk had previously focused their efforts in entering. They had another problem to solve apparently, a seemingly infinite abundance of demons, appearing from over the horizon like a never-ending tsunami, impossible to the capabilities of even mother nature herself. The majority of the battle seemed to have reached an eerie stalemate, most of the demons who were previously marching, soon standing still as they approached the edge of the constantly growing and vile amoeba, watching their destination, the surrounded Synth and Kelesk, become convincingly covered in their fellow species. The demons who felt the android and the spectre were in their attack range, continued to push each other side, crawl over each other, and dig minute trenches with their rapid and earth-digging feet.
Alhazred smiled, "I thought at least the android would cause a ruckus... his concern for someone not even of his affiliation... shows his true weakness... compassion."
Alhazred watched as a colorful blur flew out from of the center of the horde, exactly where Synth and Kelesk should have been, "About time... I expect you to find me quickly."
Suddenly, as if the blur's eye had caught the meaning of life, it stopped, revealing Synth who appeared to have Kelesk by the back of his formerly white t-shirt, now stained convincingly green, Kelesk still gripping his Rogue Scythe tightly.
"Yes... that's it android, I know you see me."
Alhazred continued to stare blankly, gritting his teeth as Synth and Kelesk turned into the blur once again, it now becoming obvious that they were heading straight for him. The blur split in half, the top part slowly turning into Kelesk, as if Synth had tossed him up above him. The spectre sailed through the air, his hands turning into what resembled gauntlets of ice, the method of melee that Kelesk intended to use being revealed. Alhazred watched as Kelesk's approached him, a threatened expression developing as Kelesk threw his arms back in a ready-to-attack-mode manner. He began to echo a battle cry, a promise of his own, "Alhazred... you may have all these demons at your disposal... but you don't have the strongest demon of them all!"
Kelesk landed, only needing to plant one foot as he bent his knees, frog-leaping towards his telepathic nemesis. Strangely, Alhazred didn't even flinch, his dead stare only slightly visible, due to the fact his face was still shrouded by a bluish-green turban. The spectre of heaven and hell quickly realized the more he approached, that this appearance of Alhazred was merely a hologram, a trick, and maybe even trap. Synth landed beside Kelesk, slightly startling him, Kelesk currently too focused on the current strategic premise.
Kelesk turned to Synth, "We're going to die... "
Synth frowned, "If I have to do this on my own... I will."
"Don't you understand? Nothing is going to survive... we'll all be victims to his chaos!"
The android tensed his arm, he had long ago slapped self-doubt into a muddy puddle, "You, yourself, are a victim of chaos, but you survive. I am a victim of chaos, but I have survived. What makes his personal chaos so special? What makes anyone's personal chaos so special? The fact they survive it, the fact they find a way to overcome it."
"Save the psychology... I don't even know what's real anymore! I don't even know if your real... anymore." Kelesk dropped to his knees, his hand releasing his Rogue Scythe in a defeated manner.
"So... this it. We just drop to our knees and hope for the end to be painless. That's not me... and it will never be me. I'm going to go destroy a demon horde... you sit here and admit defeat... maybe watch the show, if you got any strength left."
Synth's rapid foot steps, were soon followed by the sound of an object's propulsion creating a hiss in the wind, it obviously the android not going back on his word. The spectre glanced back, noticing Synth drop down directly in front of where the temple's entrance should be. The temple itself resembled a typical Aztec design. A basic square base, a step-like design reaching all to the very top, where a small cube, previously and visually dignified as a ceremonial chamber, rested at the top. Coincidently, Kelesk was resting on top of the cube, considering it where they should just leave him to die. Synth's position and situation proved his feelings were the total opposite, but at the same time it also clued the same scenario of destiny, the demon horde all turning to face him. The android looked back, noticing the dark entrance to the temple standing behind him, positioned on the southeastern corner of the temple. Staring at the entrance, he could truly smell death, and swore he heard random hymns of a precautious nature. He smiled, death was a toy he took apart, just to see if he could put it back together.
"We come from the land of ice and snow... from the midnight sun where the hot springs blow!"
He charged the demon horde, some demons growling with a fearful description, some moaning as if agony was an electric prodder forcing them into battle. The android's metallically enhanced fists created an orchestra of bone-chilling rings, his residual image transforming into an invisible force that danced back and forward in front of the temple's entrance. Wave after wave, a tsunami shifted from the amoeba-like entity, previously described in the same detail, but the diameter of the effect only requiring enough force to keep the android busy. Quiet air turned into implosions, metallic rings an audible signal of each implosion's creation. The implosions of amazing speed, hitting herded and brimstone-scented scales, never seemed to lose rhythm, as if an electric keyboard was playing, and it was stuck on one key...
CHING!
Meanwhile, Kelesk had crawled over to the edge of the ceremonial cube, staring confusingly as he watched Synth almost pointlessly, from his troubled point of view, fight off a fate that never seemed to end. His voice resembled someone who must have lost his soul, it was very low and drawn out, "Why do you bother android? What's the goal? We're just victims to chaos... we're just victims in the end."
"That doesn't sound like something God would have told you, spectre of heaven and hell."
Kelesk turned, the hologram of Alhazred beginning to move from it's previous statue-like state, and crossing it's arms in a mocking fashion. The Spectre glanced at his Rogue Scythe, then back at the hologram.
"Don't worry... I'm just a figment of your imagination like you've already noticed. The only thing I want to know... is why is Cucatoth so willingly eager to sacrifice his pawns?"
Kelesk immediately grew bitter to the statement, and even contemplating a reply. He turned back to Synth, realizing he had better things to do than argue with a figment of his imagination. He continued to debate why the android continued deal with the endless adversaries. Synth had begun to pile them up, building a pyramid, exceedingly organic, of his own. Watching the bodies continue to collect and become a part of the pyramid, the metallic symphony continuing with no falter, Kelesk swore he heard Synth singing. "Will drive our ships to new lands! To fight the horde, singing and crying! Valhalla, I am coming!"
Was Synth trying to convince Kelesk that there was a point in continuing, or was he only trying to entertain himself, before he accepted defeat as well? What was the purpose behind needlessly slaughtering a demon horde? What did Synth hope to make sense out of explaining to Kelesk that he even agreed with Alhazred? That life was only chaos, that everything was a product of chaos. Was Kelesk going to have to basically accept the fact that Alhazred may have been right on a certain level, but was he dead wrong on another?
Kelesk stood up, walked over and picked up his Rogue Scythe. "What the hell... "
He ran off the side of the cube, and let gravity descend him to right beside where Synth stood. The android turned, releasing and launching a thundering kick into the mid-section of a demon at the same time. "I figured my speech would have eventually cleared things up. Ready to enjoy some more chaos?"
Kelesk nodded, extending his Rogue Scythe into attack-ready position, the teeth like blades at each end, flashing with a battle-ready notation. The android and spectre charged towards the demon army that never ended, and they didn't care if it ever did. "We come from the land of ice and snow... from the midnight sun where the hot springs blow! Will drive our ships to new lands! To fight the horde, singing and crying! Valhalla, I am coming!"
Time passed, and the demon army still seemed to never end. Kelesk was wearing layers of greenish demon blood, while Synth, creating his casualties in more of an internally damaging way, had basically genocided his way to statistics Stalin and Hitler would be jealous of. A light snapped in Kelesk's head, as he slid an impaled demon off the edge of his Rogue Scythe, energy sparking from the wound as more green blood ironically splashed on Kelesk's pants. "You know... that book won't move beside itself."
Synth, who had just finished shattering the spinal columns of four of five demons with a series of scissor kicks, turned to Kelesk, his eyes rolling in the back of his head in a stress-inspired realization, "Your right... I think this is a lost cause. On the count of three... we head for that entrance." Synth began to count, "One... two... three!" The android and the spectre darted for the tunnel, swearing they felt hands try to keep them from doing so, a paranormal experience they would never forget. Upon entering the temple, Synth noticed he could see Kelesk's breath, and realized the temperature had dropped to below freezing.
"I wouldn't be surprised if we weren't on Earth anymore... with what I've seen already... I wouldn't be surprised if we weren't even alive anymore."
Synth turned to Kelesk, "Why would you say that?"
"Because... since we've approached this temple, everything has been an illusion. That demon horde could have been just an illusion."
As they stood a good distance from the entrance, leaning against a erosionaly damaged 25 degree slope that led into darkness, the android and the spectre began to hear footsteps approach them. I slightly obscured image turning into Alhazred himself as it approached.
"You may be right, you may be wrong spectre. The mind is a powerful thing when it's totally convinced of what it's seeing, or what's it believing. But, I won't explain my methods... because I'm not your typical villain. I won't put you in something you consider an infeasible predicament at first glance, and then ramble about my secret plans or impossible goals. All I'm going to say is... you won't make it out of this temple alive. Death is too strong of a force here... death was the hands that you felt trying to hold you back."
Synth grinned with eagerness. "So... now that it's become apparently clear that we intend to Indiana Jones our way into this temple. Your going to try the conversational approach? Didn't expect your demonic horde to be so unconvincing did you?
Alhazred still held his unbreakable stare. "Believe what you will... or believe what I can easily make you believe."
He faded away like a cloud of smoke, Synth and Kelesk acknowledging that the real battle had just begun, that the real adventure had began.
"We should get going... "
Synth began to head down the sloped tunnel, Kelesk following not too far behind him, his Rogue Scythe randomly discharging energy that bounced off the walls and back to it's hyperactive blade. They continued to walk for what seemed a good minute or so, when they heard something similar to a tidal wave, a rushing burst of water echoing from the darkness ahead of them. They soon were met with a wall of red tinted liquid, blood was going to be the third object that greeted them since they decided to enter the temple, celestial hands, and then Alhazred being the first and second.
Synth's voice trembled, "Ignore it! He's merely trying to scare us away!"
It was too late for any further advice, as Synth and Kelesk became engulfed in the blood, closing their eyes as the constant pressure forced them to brace against what weathered indentions there hands could grasp within there reach. The flow of blood continued to push against them until it suddenly stopped, the android and the spectre realizing that the tunnel was either filled, or Alhazred had become bored with his current illusion. Synth opened his eyes, turned to where he believed Kelesk was at, realizing that he couldn't anything at all, just blood, just a red liquid that made his eyes feel strange. He began to swim back, hoping to bump into Kelesk, which didn't take long. Synth grabbed Kelesk by his shirt once again, tugging to hint that he was going to continue on, he was going to swim through the blinding elixir.
The android began to head back down, using the slope of the tunnel as a method of direction, he soon heard the spectre swimming behind him, which gave him a sigh of relief, he still had an ally. Synth, who soon felt the slope grow flat, reached around and realized he had reached an opening. He reached up, noticing that he couldn't find the roof. The android started to swim up, each couple of feet giving him a sigh of relief that maybe he would run into the surface. He felt his hands touch open air, and soon the top of his head as well, his eyes appearing above the pool of blood. Looking around, he saw a typically designed Aztec chamber, random hieroglyphics scattered across each wall. The sound of Kelesk discovering the surface slightly terrorized Synth, who was too deeply imbedded in reading the hieroglyphics and relating their odd shapes to things of actual accountability. Kelesk didn't hesitate to swim to the other side of the room, where a small platform stood, and where Kelesk finally escaped the pool of blood.
"This shirt is ruined. I don't think detergent can get demon blood and now human blood out as well."
Synth floated out of the pool, landing beside where Kelesk had just climbed up. He searched around the room for an exit, but was only met with a collapsed one, the two pillars that held up the ceiling, leaned into the ruined entrance.
"Looks like I'll be creating our exit," Hwoarang smirked as blood dripped of the side of his face.
The android extended his hand, a red light soon beginning to flash in the center of his palm. He yelled, the red light quickly growing into a basketball-sized energy blast, rocketing towards the cave in. It hit directly in the middle, the impact shaking the entire temple itself, a cloud of dust and shattered debris spreading in every direction. Once the cloud had disappeared, Synth and Kelesk noticed another tunnel heading forward for a bit, then turning left. They began to walk towards it, finding no resistance physically or mentally as they made the left turn further down the tunnel. The pillar-lined tunnel exited into an even larger room, more hieroglyphics painted and carved all over each of the four walls, sadistically wrapped in skulls and other bones at the bottom. Two thick pillars set in the center of the room, also wrapped in skulls and bones, were the obvious and only form of stability. The ceiling was at least fifty feet high, and had carved and painted hieroglyphics all over it as well. A large fireplace set across the room, filled with a blue flame, Synth suddenly noticing an entity sitting crouched between the two pillars, horns extending out of the side of it's head. The figure was dark green, his skin resembling stone much similar to the demons outside. It's deep and bass-filled voice echoed through the room and slowly down the tunnel behind them, "You seek the book... don't you."
It turned around, it's eyes solid white with small dark green pupils, standing at least ten or twelve feet. His build was intimidating, but was thin enough to suggest finesse. His horns curved inward with a light gray tint, his teeth were extremely sharp, but didn't extend any further than a normal human being's would.
Kelesk was overwhelmed with confusion, "What in the hell... "
The figure laughed, "I love when even immortals answer their own question."
Synth became confused as well, but soon realized why he shouldn't be, "Lucifer... I presume?"
The figure nodded, "Quite the mentally quick one you are machine... was this information in your database?"
The android shook his head, "No... I was once a human. Your story is popular enough as it is."
He smiled, "I hope Alhazred didn't scare you too much already, because I'm not one of his illusions."
Lucifer walked over to the fire, and pulled out a large book from it, which was somehow not even slightly singed. He walked back over to where he had stood before, between the pillars, and opened the book. Turning to certain page, the fire died as soon as the page left his finger, filling the room with darkness. Synth and Kelesk waited for something to happen, to overwhelmed with fear to have prevented the situation anyway.
Lucifer's eyes abruptly appeared, glowing solid white, his voice soon following, "Animus vole contineo scienta, sophismata contineo animus!"
Synth and Kelesk could hear the bones that filled the room begin to rattle uncontrollably, but the darkness continued to conceal everything, and the android couldn't help but ask what Lucifer had just said, "What did he say?"
Kelesk exhaled, "Sprits will contain knowledge, logical fallacies contain spirits."
"What does that mean?" Synth squinted.
The spectre paused, "He basically summarized what is it to be alive, and the bones have reacted with an acceptance."
Lucifer's voice began to echo louder, "ABDICO FRAGILITAS SCILICET AGNOSCO NIHILUM!"
Kelesk followed with a translation, "To renounce weakness is to know nothing."
The darkness evaporated like a bad dream, the spectre and the android realizing they were surrounded by glowing and walking skeletons, who simultaneously and synchronously growled. Lucifer still stood between the pillars, focusing on the book and the skeletons at the same time. Kelesk turned to Synth, a fixture of panic in his face, "How would that book contain Latin? It was supposed to be dated eons before the Spanish invaded the Aztec empire."
Synth shrugged, "Maybe latin is older than we think, maybe it's the language of our creation."
Kelesk shrugged as well, and charged the closest skeleton, rotating his rogue scythe into it's chest and then into it's legs. The glowing skeleton split at the connections, falling to the ground, the glow forming into a spirit that quickly entered Kelesk's body.
Synth ran forward, "No!"
But, it was too late, Kelesk eyes began to glow just like Luciferâs, and he turned to Synth, "ABDICO FRAGILITAS SCILICET AGNOSCO NIHILUM!"
Hwoarang stopped in his tracks, slowly backing up, as he became immersed in his infamous red aura. He watched as the rest of the skeletons fell to the ground, and the spirits that possessed them, pour into Kelesk, who's eyes glowed even brighter.
Kelesk is possessed... this isn't good. I mean I don't want to kill him, but at the same time I might be forced to.
Lucifer smiled, "INTERFECIO INTERFECI INTERFECTUM HOSTES HOSTIUM!"
"INTERFECIO INTERFECI INTERFECTUM HOSTES HOSTIUM!" Kelesk quickly repeated.
The spectre charged the android, almost mimicking his previous movements, only to miss Synth completely, only to anger the android in to knocking him across the room, forcing Lucifer to duck. Synth bent his knees, his aura in a state of rapid fluctuation, his decision to raise his power level, his decision to let his emotions control his actions, causing the room to shake violently.
Lucifer was still smiling, "Ah... so you actually were human once. I recognize the energy... the Aian clan. Some of my own exiles have joined their ranks. I guess being a machine, a machine of unlimited stamina, and having cursed, and at the same time... uniquely intimidating energy, is a respectable tool. But, it doesn't matter... this immortal I now have under my control, will be your end, will be Cucumba's end, and maybe even the Earth's end."
Kelesk had retained his stance during Lucifer's speech, and was running by him just as he finished, his rogue scythe prepared for another attempt. He approached Synth quickly, jumping up and falling right on top of him, holding his rogue scythe at a downward angle. The android merely disappeared into thin air, and reappeared behind him, grabbing by his shirt, a habit he had made, and tossed him across the room in almost the same direction, forcing Lucifer to duck again.
"Why do you spare him machine? He's far beyond rehabilitation, his only inhibition is to kill you, to kill everything," Lucifer ignited.
"SHUT... THE... ****... UP!" Synth screamed, rivaling even Lucifer's voice in audible consistency.
He charged forward, his hands beginning to glow red, his speed increasing to a blur, that bounced off the side of Lucifer, and sent him tumbling over into the pillar on his right, as if the android had connected one quick and powerful blow. Synth continued to blur across the room, dodging a swipe from Kelesk's rogue scythe. He blurred up the wall, rotating around the room and landing where he had previously stood. With no hesitation, his aura fluxuated once again, the revolutions even more constant than before. Extending his hands outward, he curled his fingers as if he was holding two baseballs, a faint red light appearing in each palm, electricity randomly shocking all over him, the red ki balls beginning to glow to even solarized capabilities. Just as Synth launched them both, he charged up two more and threw them, eventually making the process a rapidly expeditious chain of events, that would rival most machine guns in desirable harmony. The target of these accelerated attacks was incontestably Lucifer, who had been forced to shield his eyes, as the each blast dislocated his statue-like existence. Each blast, so constant, that even silence wasn't allowed to have it's part of the conversation, forced Lucifer into retreat mod, but Lucifer wouldn't retreat so quietly.
A buzzing sound began to develop from behind Lucifer, as a plague of locusts annihilated the available mass in front of them, and annihilated the visibility Synth may have recently had. The buzzing became hypnotically unbearable, but Synth showed no signs of even a slight disturbance. He simply stared towards where he last saw Lucifer, where he last saw Kelesk struggle with his own identity. Eventually, the locusts all headed past him, into the tunnel they had used to enter the room, and it grew uncomfortably quiet. Synth sighed, noticing Kelesk was shaken his head like he had lost touch with reality.
All these unnecessary aggravations...
He walked over to the spectre, helping him up to his feet, "How are you feeling?"
"Like a train hit me, then decided to go in reverse for fun," Kelesk retorted.
"You know you were possessed, yes?"
"I was? What did I do?"
"You tried to kill me, basically."
"Whoa.. I'm glad you didn't have to... "
They both grew quiet.
"You didn't have to kill me."
Synth smiled, "It was too easy to just toss you aside."
"Is that so?" Kelesk competively and sarcastically reacted.
They both looked around and realized that both Lucifer and the book were gone, but behind the fireplace, a tunnel almost seemed to be waiting for them. Looking at each other and shrugging, they headed towards it, a locust who seemed to be running behind, buzzed by them.
"Either Alhazred was trying to be funny right there... or this isn't an illusion," Kelesk exhaled.
"We need to keep moving... either way, " Synth replied.
Exploring further into this newly exposed path, they realize it ends up in another room, that looked a lot similar to the one they had just left. Two thick pillars stabilized the fifty foot ceiling, skulls and other bones wrapped the floor, and the pillars as well. Noticing another fire was burning across the room, and two figures standing in front of it, Synth and Kelesk began to slowly approach.
"You have no reason to fear us... we are only gods of creation, gods of the underworld."
His voice suggested abusive and prolonged amounts of stress, as Synth and Kelesk were still approaching them slowly, each step revealing the appearance of the two strangers, who claimed to be beings beyond this world. Just as the android and the spectre stopped moving, standing a good twenty feet or so away, both of them turned. Synth noticed they looked like native Aztecs, the one on the left being a man, and the one on the right surprisingly a woman.
"I am Mictlantecuhtli, and this is my wife, Mictecacihuatl. Our purpose in appearing before you on your quest isn't to threaten you, but to warn you. You see, as ruler of the realm of Mictlan, I can see the past before my time, and the future after my time. Your future, and this realm's future relies on one act, the immediate destruction of the Chaumutzpotoetl. You have witnessed first hand what an immortal such as Lucifer can do with it. So, please, for your own realm's survival... destroy the book as soon as you can. It is knowledge no vengeful immortal such as Lucifer, or no sadistic witch doctor such as Alhazred, or even an ancient horror such as Cucatoth should be in grasp of. I know Cucatoth already has the other copy, but having both would not only destroy the balance between the underworld and this realm, but would collapse all this realm has accomplished."
Synth rubbed his chin in a considerate manner,â How do I know you aren't just Alhazred trying to pull another trick, just like all the one's we've seen before?"
Mictecacihuatl stopped her husband from replying, her voice as soft as a gentle breeze, "Alhazred is only limited to certain illusions. He has no effect on celestial immortals such as ourselves, because we control our own realm, and we always see the truth. Alhazred is merely a puppet master of old witch doctor techniques, a smoke and mirrors psychiatrist."
Kelesk's voice trembled, "You mean to tell me that Lucifer wasn't one of his tricks?"
Mictecacihuatl shook her head, "No, he wasn't."
Kelesk's voice continued to tremble, "How was Lucifer using latin, when the Chaumutzpotoetl is written in nahautl?"
Mictlantecuhtli replied this time, "You see, the book isn't delegated to a certain language, the book itself is the magic, the power. If you could translate the words, you could have read the book in English and it's abilities would be open to your disposal. What lies ahead is the biggest test yet, the test of loyalty. Please take what we have said to heart... you may move on."
The fire that guarded yet another tunnel quickly burned out, the Aztec god and goddess stepping aside, Synth and Kelesk unhesitantly walking through. The architecture they met was just like the last two rooms they had met, but a familiar energy began to aggravate Synth's senses. Exiting the tunnel, they saw another fire, and another figure standing in front of it, facing away from them. His voice was also familiar as well.
"I send you two to get this book, and I have to get it from Lucifer myself."
The figure held up the book Kelesk and Synth had been determined to grasp, turned around, and smiled at both of them.
"Cucatoth?" The spectre questionably expressed with a sense of incredible shock.
"Good to see you survived Kelesk... there is a higher rank in our organization for you yet. And you... android, I'm glad you babysitted my pupil and my interests at the same time."
Synth's grew angry. "Your interests?
"Yes, you see... to acquire this book would take a certain strategy I like to simply call a distraction." Cucumba was smiling like he had won the lottery.
The android shook his head, this whole trip was more than enough bull **** for anyone to take, "So... you mean to tell me our purpose wasn't to get the book. But, to distract Alhazred long enough for you to get the book?"
The ancient horror turned away from them, "Indeed."
"The book must be destroyed!" A voice echoed from the walls, the two Aztec gods soon appearing from the flame. "Too long have I watched your intimidation disrupt the balance my celestial associates, my wife, and I have created! Our influence on this entire realm may have wavered, but as I told Jehovah when he decided his influences were enough for our regional ascendancy to take a slight step backwards, I would not let this realm fall to your selfish ruins! "
Mictlantecuhtli extended his right arm in a summoning manner, a large staff appearing, equipped with menacing blades on each end. "Spawn of Cuchthulhu, I shall slay you for an eternity! I shall slay you in the manner it took to hold your creator in his own realm! Face the wishes of Tezcatlipoca, Quetzlacoatl, Tlaloc, and Chalchiuhtlicue for removing this book, and even Anubis when you took the Necronomicon from it's guarded Egyptian resting place! We shall not have you make the same mistakes Alhazred made, when he wrote the original book, and decided it had it's purposes!"
Mictlantecuhtli charged Cucatoth, who side-stepped a violent slash, and reacted by screaming towards Kelesk and Synth, "You either have to help me or you have to take the book, I cannot hold them off for long! Remember my legacy, and remember all I have taught you Kelesk!"
Cucatoth tossed the book towards Kelesk, only to watch Synth jump in front of him and grab it, "The book must be destroyed! The realm of Jehovah must be sustained, for all other realms to be sustained as well! I cannot allow you to jeopardize my existence, for your own personal gratifications of power. I stand beside all the gods, of all the realms, when I say this!"
Mictlantecuhtli nodded, "You know your surroundings too well machine, you know the truth. I guess the Aian clan's knowledge has it's advantages."
Kelesk and Cucatoth exploded with anger, anger the android's senses easily picked up. But, it wasn't an issue he considered important anymore, the only important issue involving the words both Mictlantecuhtli and Mictecacihuatl had cautiously expressed. During all of this, Mictecacihuatl had noticed that Synth had chosen sides, their side, and she quickly opened a portal across the room, motioning Synth to run towards it, "Machine... it is your only chance for an escape... hurry!"
Synth had noticed her actions, and began running towards it, disappearing into it's rapid fluidity. Kelesk had also noticed the portal, and dove through it before Mictecacihuatl could close it. He appeared outside the temple, less than one-hundred yards from the temple's entrance. The spectre quickly searched left and right for the android, and spotted him heading towards a volcano that was easily spotted in the horizon. Giving chase, and noticing that Synth had realized he was being followed, Kelesk increased his speed to a hyperactive consistency, becoming a blur that shot past the jogging android.
Synth stopped in his tracks, "You don't understand... this book has only one purpose, and that purpose must be stopped, it must be eliminated forever."
Kelesk, who had also broke his momentum, turned to Synth, "Save it... that book now belongs to Cucatoth, so in turn... it belongs to me. Hand it over, or you'll wish you did."
The android smiled, "Righteously violent and prone my words bring winds likely characteristic to cyclones. Storming your hideout, blocking out sunlight. Your image and your business, are truly not done right. Jehovah speaks through me, for I am what I am."
The spectre began to fill an emptiness grow inside him. Had the battle of heaven and hell, the battle that constantly raged inside him, finally reach a decision through the words of Synth, who seemed to be in a trance ever since the two Aztec god approached?
His words are like God has decided the battle was no longer an annoyance worth dealing with!
Kelesk began to pant heavily, as if his soul was leaving his body, "What have you done to me? What has God done to me?"
Synth grinned, his eyes glowing red, "You mean... what has Jehovah done to you?"
He charged forward, realizing his will was someone elseâs will as well, and launched a thundering right roundhouse kick to the chin of the struggling Kelesk, following up his first attack, with a left roundhouse kick that sent the spectre into the nearby jungle, which was less than a few yards away. Realizing the spectre was not completely out of it, but merely stunned, he yelled towards the situationally and internally fallen spectre, "Your place is not to die here. I have bigger plans for you, and more important issues to discuss. I suggest you let this machine continue his appointed quest, and decide whether Cucatoth's legion was and still is the right choice."
Kelesk knocked the vines and dirt that his landing at unrested, off of him, and looked at Synth with a focus of fearful intrigue.
Why is he talking in third person? Issues to discuss? Who has possessed the android?
The spectre became too intimidated with the possibilities, and decided he would accept failure over blind stupidity, watching the android continue on his path to destroy the Chaumutzpotoetl. If he was going to destroy it, Kelesk felt he had no purpose in knowing anymore, he had failed regardless.
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Time passed, and society seemed to neither waiver or question it's purpose, even though one of it's biggest dictators was presumed missing or dead. But, deep in the jungles where a certain battle of realms began and ended, a temple met it's fate to a sudden explosion, taking with it, eons of influence, high religious figure's final resting places, and a certain couple's celestial echoing. A lone figure, green in pigment and in the energy that oscillated around him, glanced around at the ruins he had ironically ruined., his arms crossed in a confident manner.
"It shall take more than gods, who no longer serve an incredibly important purpose, but more of a historical importance, to defeat my visions."
A voice echoed from Cucatoth's right, Alhazred standing there with his arms crossed as well, "We have a book to find, and a plan of vengeance to discuss."