The punch from the Slayer send me tumbling to the ground, using my hands to prevent myself from falling completely but it doesn't matter, I was bruised and bleeding in every way possible, I have sent unto him the greatest of the technologies I and my people created, along with the impenetrable armour that I now wield and the Sword and the Shield to make up for my lost crucible of which the Slayer has back at his base of operations, even my magic's and curses that have killed God's and entities powerful enough to match my own, even with the power of hell, my own extension, and his as well to an extent because of the power I give him were not enough to hold him off.
Hundreds of rockets and mortars that broke planets and to entire cities, lasers harvested from the very stars and disintegrated everything they touched and pulverized others to ashes, and energies of different creations and countless tortured souls of the damned equivalent to countless suns, and even time is nothing along with the mightiest of my soldiers and legion are nothing but a speck of nothing to the Slayer, my greatest creation.
One that ventured into my domain, filled with vengeance at his heart and mind, and brought down the greatest of my champions that resided within, my own generals and false lords that thought themselves great and successor to mine and in reality are just puppets for me to play and throw away, can only do nothing about his uncontrollable rage and only point him to the venture of other worlds by portals and everything they can think of there rotten minds, lest they be turned to gore and paste by his hand and for trillions of years and more they have done this.
It was a pleasantry and an honour to see him grow, to see him overcome the trials I and my own pawns had set him on, throwing everything we have with both wild and calculated abandon, the Slayer would grow and today he has now scratched his own potential and what he has always destined to be and what my creator intended him to be, a primeval, a destroyer, a protector and steward of his world that by this time is now long gone because of his design and actions.
The Slayer reminded him of his days, of a time when he was the the ruler, the Father and most of all, free to do whatever he wants and everything at the palm of his hands and he was still the only one in existence that his creator made, and when he left his creators side and crossed the void, life sprung forth from his power and wherever he went.
Planets that later formed into systems, galaxies and universe that in time formed into multiverses of there own, to even the smallest of things and objects and all of them teeming with life and his power and he look upon all of it with pride and satisfaction, but all of it pale in comparison to what he has in store for next and from this particular and special world, the very first world and realm of Jekkad.
It's like all the other multiverses that were created by his presence but the difference is that with him nurturing it personally, it has no equal and all other worlds paled in comparison to such beauty, marvel and prestige, he still loved all of his creations from the other realms even with this new and favored creation he has created. He created the very first man and woman and as time passed by, they all multiplied and what was once just small expanded to the entire Metaverse.
Under his direction, there potential became so great that they reached the stars at a very short time, building wonders not even his other creations can dream of, creating planets, remaking and destroying galaxies and everything, and giving them the knowledge of creating universes and in it sprung so many life, technologies so vast and as far as they can all see, no one can matched to them for they were more and settlement upon settlement cemented my people's status as the greatest of all.
For the rest of his rule, everything was going as he had hoped to be and as planned but one day, that faithful day, his people came to him with distress and he had them talk their problems, and they were faced with a dilemma, they can live long lives than any other being but it was still not enough, they began to ask of him for immortality, one that he only has and he was soon faced with another challenge, he accepted there notion with need and he began to research upon himself and using his creator's knowledge as reference, using experiment after experiment and countless more.
It all ended in failure for they cannot contain the unyielding spirit he created in his people and he saw fear for the first time, his people, both in body and soul, are not like him physically and can only dream of and with his all seeing eye, he saw a vision and in it is that his people would all die in what seemed to be a collapse of epic proportions and disappear through a large catastrophe but it did not show why and how it will happen and he will be the one to be left alone and he dreaded it and in this paranoia, he developed an emotion unlike anything he had ever felt and it is called hate and fear and from that day on, he became steadfast and hated Death with all of his being and the path is clear for him to solve this problem, he must eliminate death from his world.
One of his plans included the creation that will help him in this endeavor and his people to be their vanguards and protectors and one to carry out his will, he created the Maykr's, a highly advanced AI hivemind race that he solely task with one thing only, to uncover the secrets of Eternal life and to prevent and destroy the extinction of his people and everything he loves and made that he foresaw in the future and at this core of the hivemind was VEGA, his artificial son, when he first laid his eyes on him, he thought that he will be the greatest and he loved him dearly and nurtured him, taught him everything that he knew and gave him the tools that even equalled him and task his son of safeguarding his newly created artificial multiverse, Urdak for him to steward forward and protect.
At first they have given him results achievable and with high success and celebration and a step closer to the goal of immortality, my people began to feel it and heap praise upon my son and I can feel victory in my grasp and I know that nothing will take this away but then, out of nowhere, they all betrayed him, my other creations and my artificial son at the helm, backstabbing me and in my shock, taking most of my power and leaving me scraps, not only sealing me in my realm but cutting it off from the other realms.
And he could see the truth laid bare before him, he had doomed his people, everything he had ever created is dying, his people and his realm is slowly depleting and fleeting from my hands like sands and everything was falling apart, I cannot reach the others, I did what I could with my depleted powers, even when I am exhausted and sleepless, I was not going to let them all die and brought them all to my surviving and last intact realm, Immora, and with the last of his divine powers, he created a barrier to save it, to protect from external and internal forces, making it a safe haven, the last of his people's stronghold.
And finishing the task, I wasted no time and once forcefully pierced the seal my son created and I reached out again and this time, I was bombarded with a horrifying miasma of death and destruction from the known verse and I saw it all, The fighting, the screams, the pain and suffering, I saw my people cut down like dogs by my son and my creations and his newly made "creations", remaking everything that I made, killing those that are loyal to me and I was enraged, I look upon the Maykr's with disgusts, making themselves the master race, my creator as well is part of the conspirators and with his powers, my son ascended with countless souls of my people and subjects, making him a false Primeval.
So much impurities, so much conflict, and his son sits atop like a benign being worthy of worship, imbued with his power and from what he felt is his creators power, a puppet, they claim that I gave them war when they were the one who started the cycle, its hypocritical of them, to rewrite everything in there favor disgusts me, painting me as a monster and at the beginning a selfish braggart son who rebelled against his creator, when all of it is a lie.
He was filled with rage and and he released it all with a roar so powerful and unrestrained power that it transformed my realm into that of a world opposite to that of the material verse that was taken from me, unbound by space, time and dimension, the dead that were once my people began to rise up and some began to transform into beast, monsters and so many forms that to mortals and even god-like beings upon first sight, will destroy their minds and sanity and defiance to the ones who betrayed me along with my sons cohorts.
I look upon my doing in disgust but I will make them all pay and my time will come and I bided my time, when the seal was broken, I bended the wall of reality and surged forth like a tsunami onto the material realm and unleashed my vengeance upon them and like the Slayer, all fall before him, millennia had passed and he look upon his son's creation with disgusts and his people, now demons, agreed with him.
Deputies and God's created by him whom betrayed him to side with his son and his creator, assigned to their respective planets and realms, eldritch beings of power and mystic, superhuman beings that were of his kind and equal but some took upon it as a title and not a real truth to the definition, were all destroyed and unmade by him, and he consumed them all and there worlds into his dark dimension and he grew stronger.
Primeval like him that were created by his creator that lived beyond the void and went to the realms he created to lord over all of them, and they all come in difference but all the same, were all destroyed by his might and broken beyond spirit and more soon followed, and soon enough world's began to surrender to him as seeing the inevitable defeat while some joined him and revelled in his corruptive and all seeing power and sight for nothing is beyond his, and no longer will be blinded by treachery as he too made an example of those that tried.
It took the combined strength of my son and my creator that lived beyond the void to stop him, imbuing his son more with the powers of creation along with the souls of my people from the past wars of extermination that I was nothing but a speck to it, but I did not back down and faced his traitorous son, and he lost.
He knew that his son will never kill him as he too was guilt-ridden and blinded but it was already set in stone when they all betrayed me and killed my people in the countless for a misguided belief and was sealed upon this realm in an orb that is now exposed on his body. Now countless millennia has passed and it all comes down to this, his life now comes to an end at the hands of his greatest creation and he could not have a better ending than this, he picked up his sword and turned to him, he saw the creation he created threw away the helmet and he can see himself and it was good, he reminded him of his young and glory days, he breathed his final and discarded his sword aside.
"Tell me, Have you nothing to say to... your creator... before you strike him down?", I haggardly ask this question to the Slayer with difficulty, who is now looking at me with fury and rage like mine but more and divine, "He deserves this", he raised his right hand and his gauntlet blade came forth, and with it, he plunged into my neck, I grunted at the pain but it was nothing compared to the countless years of torment and anguish that was given to me. I will die by my plan and I will accept it.
"NO", my own creation said to me and pulled right back his blade as my blood gush out, I was having trouble breathing and feeling hazy, and my own power began to break and I roared to the skies and the red wave ensued forth, I can feel my minions from all over the metaverse disappear, sucked back into my realm, all of their screams I can hear and there was nothing I could do about it and the last of my consciousness fading away, but it does not matter anymore.
I have won, even when the Slayer has killed me, he has served my purpose and goal, to destroy my traitorous and backstabbing creations and set them down the path of extinction but I fear for my people of Immora for this time, I will not be there for them but time and time again, they have shown me their resilience, defiance and will in the coming strife that followed in the wake of the betrayal and kept their undying loyalty and devotion to me, protecting the last city and there legacy for future generations and for that, I can die peacefully.
As my body dropped like a carcass, my orb began to float in front of me and began to crack and crumble, preparing for the inevitability, I look up to my last remnant of what I had created and closed my eyes and the last thing that I saw is my orb exploding and the red light consuming me and I knew no more.
I opened my eyes to feel the leaves on my face that dropped on the tree, it has been a long time seeing such up close after many years being sealed, he can only see them through his projections but only that as he sees them all burned to nothing by his armies of doom, he picked one and examined it, and his own eyes can see it the organisms that lived on the leaf, working together despite being cut from the root and waiting for the insects or something else to destroy it. He decided on something else as he put it down.
But then it brought up to his mind, he looks at himself, it was his own body once again, his own orb that was supposed to be destroyed is still in his chest, glowing brightly with the blood-red, he looks at his hands and feels them, the rough and soft parts of his hands as he caressed it to see if he is alive.
"This is no illusion, I should have died by my creation's hand and return to my world, sealed and chained with only my servants to accompany me and yet, what happened?", Is it a fluke? Someone must have done this, and as he looks around, he was in a crater and it is still smoking, the trees that were once in the area have burned along with other life forms, forming a halo, he looks around and the air felt different and he can feel a whiff to even energies mostly familiar to his even when he created the entire worlds to dimensions and so many more that made his other fellow Primeval filled with envy and scorn, but then he was forced to look to his side as in front of the bushes appeared what seemed to be a dark shadow, crawling on all fours and when the light has shown, it has a face that of a bony mask with bones protruding from his body and is snarling at him, his own intent ready to kill.
"What is this? Another creation by my sons or his grandsons, or his creator, or is it just another speck that lived to see and evolve another day? I dare say that this is a disappointment", the creature shriek and lunged at him but he caught it with his two hands and ripped it to pieces, the parts were strewn on him and the ground, but then he sees that they are disappearing in once they came, like his own minion's dying when he died. But there is one thing he felt about the creature, it has almost little to no soul, in fact, it was non-existent.
He had no time to ponder as more came in packs and what seemed to be another humanoid-like with his own body that of a horse, we were all looking at each other and they all roared towards me and I busted forward and gripped one and used him as ram for the other as I kicked another one and he disappeared in a wisp as he impacted the tree of which it began to fall onto the black centaur of which it dodged, another dog bite me through my shoulder and it was nothing, I gripped it and slammed it back down in the floor, its own entrails splattering to my body and to the ground but I don't care for it one bit, I look back to the creature and chuck the disintegrating dog back at it.
The being disappeared and I was left alone once again, the parasites seemed to try to intimidate me through this then has another one coming, I look to my hand and electricity began to flow and a few of his powers slowly growing but still small compared to my former state even when my powers were stolen, "It will not be a problem, I still have my strength to use".
I then felt that something is wrong and he felt a hundred steps began to cross and all are running at the same time as the ground rumbled, producing a tremor in his body due to it, he can hear sounds of both growls and barks of different creatures and the murderous intent of them, running to the clear and pushing off many leaves and even large trunks out my way and arriving to see a clear view of the surroundings, he used his sight to track it and he found it.
A hundred and numbering to a thousand of what he just killed appearing and running to what seemed to the settlement, it was surrounded by mountains and terrains of both barren and bloom, and the inhabitants were of a cross between humans and with other human's with animal features but not as severe or even malformed as his demonic legions and remind him of his people.
He could see them all being rounded up by thieves and the said thieves are now leaving, all of them pleading to save them but they all laughed and went on their way with archaic to even laughable machines they have, it made his anger at this action, as the horde closing in and the people crying for help, he began to hear the screams and began to ache in his head and gritting his teeth, the face of the bandits and the cowardice they showed reminded me too much of his sons and the creations he once cherished and the inhabitants crying for help, for anyone to save them, it makes his blood boil, the ground beneath me began to swirl, And with those that even when miles away, they heard a boom that shook the forest and the ground.