|Hello your author here. I do apologize for the late update but I was dealing with getting laid off work, college and finding a new job and not good communication with my girlfriend. almost made myself single lol. I do have a job but I work at 5 am. and school 3 days out of the week but its two classes. Its funny my mom wants me to do more. Hope I don't burnout. Wanted to let y'all know. God bless you my friends.|
The blackened sea churned beneath the battleship as Aaron steered it toward the horizon, where the sky bled into a hazy, foreboding mist. The ship, a manifestation of divine will and mortal ingenuity, cut through the infernal waters with relentless determination. Its cannons still smoldered from the battle with the leviathan, and Aaron could feel the vessel's power thrumming beneath his feet.
Castiel's voice echoed through the still air, breaking the silence that had settled since the fight. "You're nearing Cocytus, Aaron. You'll recognize it by the waterfall that flows downward, freezing as it descends. It marks the edge of the lake."
Aaron, his eyes scanning the horizon, couldn't resist a jab. "You've really got a knack for bad people skills, you know that?"
There was a pause before Castiel responded, his tone as unflappable as ever. "I never had people to develop skills with. Why would I possess such a thing?"
Aaron sighed, dragging a hand down his face in frustration. "Right. Of course. Why am I even surprised?" He slapped his own face lightly, as if to reset his composure. "Okay, Cass. Let's just get this done."
As if on cue, the mist began to part, revealing a towering waterfall. Its cascade was unlike any Aaron had seen before—water fell in slow motion, freezing mid-air into crystalline icicles that shattered upon reaching the black, frozen lake below. The air grew colder, each breath Aaron took visible as a puff of frosty mist.
"Well," Aaron muttered, "there's our landmark. So, what's the deal now? Am I gonna lose connection to you, or—"
Castiel interrupted. "God informed me that I'm running out of minutes. And it seems Lucifer is conjuring something specifically for you. Be prepared for anything."
Aaron's lips twisted into a grim smile. "Running out of minutes, huh? Figures."
The battleship came to a halt, the holy power sustaining it beginning to fade as Aaron prepared for the next leg of his journey. Closing his eyes, he willed the ship back into his soul, feeling it dissolve into a warm glow within his chest. The air was still, heavy with the ominous weight of what lay ahead.
With a deep breath, Aaron leapt from the edge of the precipice, plunging headfirst toward the frozen expanse below. As he fell, the world seemed to slow, the wind rushing past his ears a muted roar. His body twisted mid-air, and he landed with a resounding crash, creating a crater in the ice beneath him.
The ground shook from the impact, sending fissures spidering outward. When the dust settled, Aaron stood amidst the destruction, the frozen earth beneath his feet cracked and splintered. He looked up, and his gaze locked onto a chilling sight.
Before him lay a vast congregation of demons, arranged in a ritualistic circle around a grotesque altar. They sat in silence, their glowing eyes fixed on Aaron, their mouths twisted into malevolent grins. The air buzzed with dark energy, the atmosphere thick with anticipation.
Aaron cracked his neck, the sound echoing in the eerie stillness. "Guess you've been waiting for me. Sorry to keep you."
The demons said nothing, their gazes unwavering. Aaron could feel the malice radiating from them, each one a vessel of infernal intent. His hand rested on the hilt of his sword, the Spear of Destiny and Excalibur floating nearby, their edges gleaming with holy light. His bow hovered behind him like a guardian, its arrows ready to strike.
Aaron's jaw set, and a fierce determination flared in his eyes. "Let's get this over with."
The frozen expanse of Cocytus stretched endlessly, its icy surface glinting under the dim, hellish light that filtered through the bleak sky. The air was dense with the tension of impending doom, each breath Aaron took visible in the bitter cold, swirling away like ghosts into the mist. All around, the legions of hell gathered, their twisted forms shifting in the shadows, eager for the blood of the righteous.
As Aaron stood in the crater, the air around him thickened, and the ground trembled beneath his feet. The chanting of demons filled the air, a cacophony of Enochian, Latin, Greek, and Semitic tongues blending into a sinister melody. Their words dripped with malice:
"fnjd dlmhr mjd aeghmb he hrl amj. Je rebo smj wgehlsh rna. Amj mvmnjih rlbb nbb wlgnir. Pjeghro fo rni inji."
[Bind death and mortal to the man. No holy can protect him. Man against hell will perish. Unworthy by his sins.]
The chant rose, an unholy symphony echoing through the frozen wasteland, reverberating in Aaron's soul. His hands clenched into fists as he fought against the oppressive force of their dark incantations.
Suddenly, a booming voice shattered the oppressive air, a voice that seemed to shake the heavens themselves. Lucifer's true form loomed into view, a terrifying fusion of darkness and corrupted light. His wings, once radiant, were now torn and tattered, his eyes glowing like molten lava. His face, marred by hatred and disdain, twisted into a sneer as he gazed upon Aaron.
"You are late, Aaron." Lucifer's voice was a tempest. "All is prepared for my plan, my way. Your fate was sealed the moment you took up this pathetic crusade."
Aaron's breath quickened, his heart pounding in his chest. The demons continued their chants, their voices rising in unison, forming a wall of despair meant to crush any hope within him.
His weapons—Excalibur, the Spear of Destiny, and his bow—floated around him, their hums filled with a blend of sadness and fury directed toward the demons. Their luminous glow dimmed slightly, as though mourning the weight of the confrontation yet to come.
Aaron gritted his teeth, his eyes narrowing. "No matter." he whispered, determination flaring anew. In a swift motion, he lunged at the nearest demon, his fists crackling with the remnants of holy energy. His punch landed with the force of a divine hammer, shattering the demon's form and sending it back to the abyss.
From the defeated demon, Aaron seized two scythes, their blades slick with infernal energy. With a surge of holy magic, he began to reshape them. His right hand transformed the first into Crescent Rose, the iconic scythe with anti-material capabilities, now imbued with divine wrath. In his left hand, he crafted a scythe with a long chain, its form a testament to his will and skill, combining elegance with destruction.
Before Aaron could catch his breath, the legions of hell surged forward demons, hellhounds, dragons, and fallen angels, their eyes burning with hatred. At their head, Lucifer stood tall, his voice cutting through the din.
"Your so-called savior couldn't even save Himself. Crucified like a common criminal, and now His 'chosen' one thinks he can do better? Face it, Aaron, your Messiah failed. And soon, you will too."
The mocking words pierced Aaron's heart, his fists trembling in rage. His expression darkened, his lips curling into a snarl. His eyes, once reflecting his hazelnut color, now burned with the fire of a thousand galaxies, swirling in infinite colors.
Aaron's voice dropped, cold and lethal. "Heresy located." His voice echoed with an authority that silenced the battlefield.
The air grew heavy as his power surged, his presence becoming a beacon of unrelenting fury. He raised his eyes, now resembling the cosmos in their infinite expanse, and locked onto the demonic horde. His voice, now a thunderous command, shattered the stillness.
"Rip n tear," he declared, the phrase carrying the weight of judgment and vengeance. Launch himself to the closest demon with two scythes. Ripped the demon heart's out and crushed it. With what will and holy miracles he had left in his body that isn't restricted. Created two new weapons for himself.
Aaron stood at the center of this desolate plane, his hands gripping the dual scythes he had forged from the remnants of demon turned holy weaponry. One scythe, Crescent Rose, gleamed with a deadly sheen, its anti-material rifle mode chambered in holy 25mm high-explosive rounds. The other scythe, connected by a long chain, pulsed with an ominous glow, the embodiment of Aaron's unyielding will and tactical prowess.
In an instant, he launched himself into the fray, Crescent Rose and the chained scythe spinning in a deadly dance, a storm of divine wrath unleashed upon the forces of hell.
Lucifer's mocking words still echoed in his mind, but Aaron brushed them aside, his focus razor-sharp. The demons, fallen angels, and dragons circled him, their malevolent eyes filled with hunger. In the distance, Lucifer loomed, his rage palpable, an aura of pure hatred emanating from his form.
Aaron took a deep breath, the cold biting into his lungs. He shifted his scythes, driving them into the frozen lake beneath his feet. The impact sent a shockwave through the ice, creating a network of cracks that spidered outward, disrupting the smooth surface. With a mighty pull, Aaron wrenched the scythes free, and a thick mist began to rise from the fractured lake, obscuring everything around him.
The mist was his ally, a veil of concealment that turned the battlefield into a treacherous labyrinth. Aaron vanished into the fog, his form blending seamlessly with the swirling frost. The demons hesitated, their movements cautious as they peered into the impenetrable mist.
Suddenly, the silence was shattered by a deafening roar. One of the massive dragons took flight, its wings beating furiously as it tried to dispel the mist. Aaron emerged from the fog like a phantom, Crescent Rose aimed and ready. He pulled the trigger, and the holy 25mm round streaked through the air, striking the dragon in its chest. The explosive force of the round tore through the creature, shattering its scales and sending it crashing back to the ice in a torrent of blood and fire.
Aaron didn't pause. He moved with the fluidity of a shadow, his scythes spinning in a deadly arc. He slashed through the ranks of demons, their forms dissolving into ash under the onslaught of his divine weaponry. The chain scythe lashed out, ensnaring a hellhound and hurling it into the air before it was impaled mid-flight by a second shot from Crescent Rose.
The mist thickened, the cries of the damned muffled by the swirling frost. Aaron's mind was a whirlwind of strategy and instinct, each movement calculated to maximize the chaos and confusion among the demonic ranks. He danced through the battlefield, a ghostly figure of destruction, untouchable and relentless.
A trio of fallen angels descended, their corrupted wings cutting through the air as they dove toward Aaron. He spun on his heel, Crescent Rose transforming back into its scythe form with a metallic clink. He swung it upward, cleaving through the first angel with a single stroke, its body disintegrating in a flash of light. The second and third angels met a similar fate, their attacks futile against Aaron's masterful defense.
The ground trembled again as more dragons took to the air, their fiery breath illuminating the mist in bursts of crimson. Aaron raised his chain scythe, the weapon glowing with holy energy. He hurled it into the air, the chain extending and wrapping around the neck of a dragon. With a mighty pull, Aaron dragged the beast from the sky, slamming it into the ice with bone-crushing force.
Lucifer's voice boomed across the battlefield, a mixture of fury and disbelief. "Enough of these games, Aaron! Your defiance is meaningless in the face of my power!"
Aaron smirked, the taunt only fueling his resolve. "Your power ends here, Lucifer. The light of the Lord shines even in the darkest depths."
He raised Crescent Rose once more, switching back to rifle mode. He aimed through the mist, his keen eyes locking onto the hulking silhouette of another dragon. The holy round ignited upon firing, a streak of light that punched through the dragon's skull, ending its life in a brilliant explosion.
The demons grew more frantic, their ranks thinning as Aaron continued his assault. The mist churned around him, each movement precise, each strike devastating. The ice beneath cracked and groaned, the battlefield itself succumbing to the sheer force of the conflict.
Aaron's body moved on instinct, honed by battles and guided by faith. He lunged forward, Crescent Rose slicing through a demon's torso, while his chain scythe spun to deflect an incoming attack from a hellhound. The two scythes worked in tandem, a symphony of destruction orchestrated by Aaron's unwavering will.
The fallen angels regrouped, forming a circle around him, their dark auras pulsating with malevolent energy. Aaron crouched low, Crescent Rose in rifle form once again. He fired rapidly, each round a beacon of holy fire that pierced through the angels' defenses, reducing them to cinders one by one.
Lucifer roared, his anger reaching a crescendo. "Do you think your pathetic weapons can match the might of hell itself? I will crush you, Aaron!"
Aaron's eyes narrowed, the swirling galaxies within them reflecting his unbreakable spirit. "It's not the weapons, Lucifer. It's the purpose behind them."
He drove his scythes into the ice once more, sending another wave of cracks through the frozen surface. The mist thickened, becoming almost impenetrable. Aaron disappeared into the fog, leaving only the sounds of his weapons and the dying cries of demons to mark his passage.
As the dragons kept falling, Aaron stood amidst the carnage, his scythes glowing with the residual energy of his attacks. The mist began to dissipate, revealing the battlefield littered with the broken bodies of hell's legions. Lucifer's form loomed on the horizon, his fury now mixed with a hint of apprehension.
Aaron breathed heavily, the exertion of the battle weighing on him, but his resolve remained unshaken. He lifted his gaze, locking eyes with Lucifer, a silent challenge burning in the depths of his soul.
Then the warcry of hell ran out. As if it were the battle of megiddo in Revelations. Aaron knew he was surrounded and yet his faith did not waver. He readied his hands along the scythes. Excalibur floating beside him in a jealous hum.
The sword Changed Itself for aaron. It knew her wielder couldn't hold her because of monkey messing with her owner. Became a fusion of a rifle and Sword. (Transformer last knight the sword Cade yeager.) The one that truly was pissed off during those 40 days and 40 nights was Excalibur.
Aaron kept fighting for his life, humanity's and especially his Faith for the Lord Jesus Christ.
The frozen lake being littered with demon bodies, Fallen angels, Corrupted creatures that are told of heroes of humanities tales.
Towards the 40th night, he was barely standing. Holding out as hell still kept pouring out to fight him. His spirit kept unwavering but his physical strength wanted to give.
Lucifer took this as his chance to get behind him while he was being gang up on. Punch through his chest and retrieve his physical heart. In a mocking tone. "Didn't you say Rip and tear? It's funny since I ripped your heart and." Proceeds to tear Aaron's heart while his face slowly drains of life. "Tear it apart."
As Aaron was losing consciousness, he spoke to the devil. "The only one who truly ripped my heart was Jesus. Ripped my fleshful and deceitful heart. Glory to God, Glory to Mankind." His last sight from his eyes. His weapons kept fighting to protect his body. The spear that pierced Christ, The bow from God, his scythes and most importantly Excalibur.