DISCLAIMER; Yes, I have spoken with SamJaz. He has read the story so you don't have to worry about me just taking things from him without permission.

The following story was made for GAR only. Do not expect plot, character development, or a satisfying ending. Just expect manly spirit spurting from every orifice you have, even if you aren't a man. If you are indeed a lady, you might find you've grown a beard and testicles. Sorry about that.

Oh, and a heads up.

This Is From Death's Point Of View.


It is no small task for a man to stand on the same heights as a god.

But, it was a completely different matter for one to try to elevate themselves above gods.

Certainly a few had been foolish enough to try before, but none had ever come close to that one. There was once a man who humbled even the creator himself.

He appeared with no warning, descending from the heavens to take his place at the center of OUR throne. The gods did not live in some feeble palace, nay, we sit upon the stars themselves. So, why is it that this human stands here as if he belongs?

"Seems like I'm in the right place."

He spoke without any sort of the proper respect a human should display. There was no sense of awe either. Did he not realize who he was faced with? His eyes flicked over the individuals, even passing over HIS as if he was of no importance. It was only HIS merciful nature that kept HIM from ending his existence right then and there. The human's gaze finally locked onto I.

"You. I am here for Death."

He began walking towards me, I had little patience for this so I only uttered a single word.

FALL

The human's body turned to dust…

"You aren't half bad, but you are naïve if you think that is enough." I turned my head from my place on my throne, seeing the human sitting on the edge of a star cluster. "I'll tell all of you once. My fight is with Death, but I will not stand for anyone intervening." He spoke with such audacity that glares were cast his way. "If none of you leave, I will assume it's because you believe that it would take all of you to fight one man." Not a single one of us spoke, but slowly the others vanished leaving only the two of us.

FOR YOUR HERESY, YOU SHALL SUFFER

I held out my right hand, a long sword forming in it.

I WILL GIVE YOU ONE CHANCE TO BEG FOR A MERCIFUL DEATH

It didn't come as a surprise when the human didn't begin begging. His type had come before, arrogant and fat with power. Believed they could change the world and topple all those that sit on the heavens.

"My weapon is ready."

The human leaned forward a bit, his left hand gripping his right forearm as that arm's fingers were straightened as if he intended to chop something. He thought his hands alone could stop my blade?

I did not hesitate despite the foolishness of this human, my wings flapping once to send I towards him. I stabbed my blade at him as he thrust his hand forward. The two of us stood with our backs to one another now on either side of the galaxy. The blade in my hand split in two, soon followed by my hand bursting into two halves up to the shoulder. I turned to face him as my injury began to heal.

THE ARCANA IS THE MEANS BY WHICH ALL IS-

The card fluttering in front of I shattered, his hand piercing it to grip my neck and lift me from the ground.

"I'm afraid I'm not the patient sort of guy, Death."

He pointed towards me.

"Give me your all."

From the beginnings of my wings, an eerie blue began to crawl outwards. The two halves of my blade flew to my hands and I beheaded him. I fell to my feet while the human's body began to disintegrate.

BEYOND THE BEATEN PATH LIES THE ABSOLUTE END, IT MATTERS NOT WHO YOU ARE…DEATH AWAITS YOU

"You really don't get what being a man means do you?"

He rose from the cluster of stars below a good distance in front of I. There was no hesitation, one halve of the blade was flicked towards him and he side-stepped it as expected. The second halve of the blade was already flying towards him. His hand flew out, the tip of his finger flicking up and barely touching the tip of what remained of the blade causing the blade to flip in the other direction. He gripped the handle the moment it came his way and pointed the half a blade towards I.

"A man doesn't die, even when he's killed."

He had already worn my patience away so his foolish lunge was ended by my quickly formed replacement blade cleaving him in two. But, that man wasn't going to die from just that was he? It only took a moment for him to return, launching himself into the air from the ground below. My right hand lowered to the heavens, the stars below swirling and creating a handle for me to grip. I lifted it to aim for where he was free-falling towards me. The energy took shape just in time for the barrel to be pressed against his temple.

DAKKA

I turned my head, seeing the human stretching not far from where he had raised from the ground a moment before.

"That was a nice warm up…I'd say I enjoy finding new creative ways for you to kill me, but like I said I don't have that much patience."

I discarded the blade in my left hand to form a second bolter aiming them both towards him.

MAN MUST TAKE A LESSON IN HUBRIS

DAKKADAKKADAKKA

The human ran to the side, the infinite onslaught of rounds following him even as he leaped onto another star cluster to use it as cover. It shattered moments later, just in time for him to leap towards another. Following his movements was no challenge, but the distance between he and the rounds was growing bigger with each galaxy. It was then he finally attacked, leaping onto the galaxy we had stared our fight rushing towards me. I turned the bolters towards him, but he had closed the distance enough that there were only a few meters between us.

He spread his hands far apart and clapped them together just as the trigger was pulled.

The rounds froze midair as the sound of the clap echoed.

An immense forced followed, blowing I back through several galaxies. My wings spread, allowing I to finally right myself. I had lost my grip on the bolters at some point though, so that meant-

DAKKA

The round exploded the moment it hit the side of my skull. I turned to face my attacker only to see him holding one bolter by it's barrel. A sickening crack followed as my jaw was shattered by him pistol-whipping I. His barrage did not end as his knee soon crashed into my stomach throwing I back just as he pressed the other gun's barrel against my skull.

DAKKA

I fell onto my back feeling depleted as the injuries healed.

WHY DO YOU PERSIST? DEATH EXISTS TO BRING RELIEF TO THOSE THAT SUFFER IN LIFE

"I'd have to say the first reason would be because I'm the most horribly selfish human ever…."

He took time to check the ammo within the bolters.

"I don't give a damn whether you help those that are crying out for happiness. You are ignoring everyone that wants to continue living."

I righted myself, floating upwards as a blade formed in each of my hands as he held both bolters by their barrels, with the long barrel pointing outwards towards I. He intended to use them like a pair of blades.

"You think that because you can give them what they ask for, that makes it some sort of salvation. It isn't. Living is meant to be harsh and unforgiving."

I brought down my right hand's blade down in a powerful arc, however he parried with the barrel of his own right hand's bolter. He rammed the other bolter forward aiming to pierce me with it, but I blocked the barrel with the flat side of my blade pushing back and sent him sliding backwards across the star cluster. He rammed one bolter's tip into the galaxy to drag himself to the stop while he blocked both of my blades that I had brought down in one powerful swing of both with his other hand's bolter however the weapon shattered under the force and he barely managed to avoid the strike.

"If you live with other people, they will hurt you. That is inevitable. But, there are people who still want to live despite this…."

SO FOR THE SAKE OF LIVING IN A WORLD WHERE OTHERS HURT EACH OTHER YOU WILL FIGHT ME?

He now held his remaining bolter by it's handle properly and was barely managing to parry my blows with it. He pulled the trigger as I aimed to slice it in two, only for that sword's blade to go flying off in the opposite direction.

"No. I don't care what sort of world I live in…., but….those people that want to live on in that sort of world are the people I care about."

We both reared our weapons back, smashed them into each other.

Both shattered.

FOR THESE FEW YOU WILL CHALLENGE EVEN GODS?

"Wrong. For these few I will…Whoop Your Almighty Ass."

He bashed his skull into mine with as much force he could muster, sending I stumbling backwards.

"I won't let anything deny me what I want, and what I want is what they want."

I flapped my wings and shot towards him, grabbing him by his neck before shoving him into the galaxy below to drag him against it. I flew straight up next squeezing the life from him. If I held him this close, even he could not bring himself back to life.

I noticed the shimmer of something in the shape of a cylinder.

It was rounds from one of his bolters, the reason why he had expected it before. He clenched them in his hand as they shined. I released my grip on his neck, but it was too late.

"CLENCH THOSE TEETH!"

His fist exploded the moment it hit my face, creating a spiraling pillar of energy. Both of us had fallen to the star cluster below, but I righted myself at the last moment. I stood proudly over the trembling human. His entire right arm was missing, and his right side was shredded enough to allow I to see his ribs.

I however…

The left side of my face and torso were missing.

He seems to relax a bit upon seeing my injuries, however my remaining feathers take on a sickly yellow color as my body is filled with power. The injury heals in a matter of seconds and I have him pinned against the ground with a single hand, the human squirming trying to get free.

A moment later, his squirming stop and he seems unusually calm. He looked almost as if he had realized something. The relaxed attitude the human had throughout the fight had completely vanished.

He stood and his right arm grew back.

"So, it seems that this isn't a fair fight anymore…I don't have to hold back any more."

The tone to his voice had such an affect that it reminded I of His voice.

Thousands….

No….

Millions of cards fluttered up around him.

He raised a finger to pointer to the heavens, a card fluttering above it.

Fool.

"The feelings of my friends…the feelings of those I haven't ever even met…the feelings of everyone who has stood against me…even my own…"

The card spun the Fool Card turning blank.

"Alright, I'll do 'that'."

THAT?

A wicked grin appeared on the human's face.

"Isn't it obvious?"

"GATTAI!"

He roared the final word, countless lights connecting every card around him.

They spun taking a shape vaguely reminiscent of a drill, with that blank card at the very tip.

"THOU ART I

I ART THOU

I ROAR

WHO THE HELL DO YOU THINK I AM?

I ANSWER-"

The card's stopped spinning, each fading as they became a part of the card at the very tip.

"I AM THE UNIVERSE!"

A blinding light surrounded the human who raised his hand around the card, crushing it in his palm.

And so, we are left in darkness.

Until the light floods out from between his knuckles.

WHAT MAN COMMANDS THE POWER OF THE UNIVERSE?

"You don't know about me? I made friends with the devil just to set him on fire."

WHAT

"Doesn't matter, gave me time to make this."

The heavens behind him had wrapped around his back as if supporting him as he held out his right hand a weapon forming.

It was a bolter.

No, not a bolter…something…more.

It was as long as galaxy on it's own yet he held it with a single hand. It had not one, but three revolver-styled chambers each beginning to spin at speeds that the galaxies around it began to spiral around them. Each stopped with a sudden CLUNK.

"You know, this gun is a lot like life…it's an amazing thing, but…"

He pulled back the hammer.

"It can have one hell of a recoil."

DAKKA

All the heavens behind him trying to support him…

All the heavens in front of him that he was trying to destroy…

Every bit of it had been obliterated except that tiny bit he stood on.

In an instant, it reformed.

The human's gaze flicked to the gods that had returned his gaze locking onto HIM.

"You shouldn't have helped him."

The gun in his hand faded to nothing and he raised his hand in the shape of the gun towards HIM.

"I said I wouldn't take well to others intervening."

The sound of a hammer being pulled back followed, countless more of his guns forming all around him.

"Bang."

DAKKA


HOLY SH-

THAT JUST HAPPENED.

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