The flesh tide in various forms, walls of flesh of bodies ensnared, writhing in pain, some tortured for the sins, and others given their cruel fates on repeat. Some began to break free from the walls, pointed at Aeon, and declared “We offer you to our Annihilator, our savior, and our ruler! We shall take it all back in the Abyss! The Void! Hell! Heaven! Nightmare! Dreams! It all belongs to us!”
A shadowy prismatic light burst from the body of Kreist and a powerful wave washed over everything. “I am Kreist O’phier Haizen, I shall bring us all to the end, so that our beginning can be found once again.” The dragon began to rise against the power of the black hole, he had finally begun to defy the very laws of nature. Yes Kreist was now the seed undefiled, but the core was missing still, nothing but hollow shall come. “Now, actualize with me, my people, we shall take him, and eat him too!”
Those words sent a shiver down the spine of Aeon, and he began to panic. Everything, he began to use everything he had. He went full berserk, never go full berserk in a battle like this kids, it will be your end. They rise, fall, charge, fall, rise, and repeat. Aeon was regenerating slower and burning out his energy. Kreist walked slowly towards him. Aeon was rushing to his death; he did not realize it as everything became a long corridor, the event horizon was finally reached. Yes, as they entered it Kreist recreated a perfect replica of the station for them to be above, yes this imagery was perfect in the pitch black.
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They were now face to face for the last time this long fall. Clashing and whaling there is no going back for either one. As they neared the centered Kreist would reveal his body in the flesh tide as a massive serpent. His body would be distorted as it broke into a disfigured and grotesque head. The maw of a dragon, with the jaws of a human combined. Aeon casting spells, using abilities, and striking with various arts and weapons, did nothing. This was it, a single chomp, they entered the core.
The sound of a beating heart, the will of everyone, and a promise remade… “Harken to me, my people, my hive mind, this is not our end, but our beginning, I shall become the tree of nightmares… Till the day of promise comes.” No one was there to witness this act, this abomination against order, nature, and existence. Yes this where the roots would come into play, the blackhole would collapse into itself, the mass to great, then bang. A big bang event had occurred. Far reaching, branched of bone and flesh, blood and ichor of the likes none have seen, nerves and strange things all about. The stars jet black in the crimson sea that was once empty void and space. Nightmares as dreams eternal would grow and develop in balls of what mimic planets in this disgusting show of a universe. Yes this was Kreist, the false half, he had become half of what he should be, a broken and nightmarish mirror to the hopes and joy at the day of coronation.
