Code: DECIMATION, an Elite of a forgone Era because of the Honkai phenomena. To fight the final Herrscher, Humanity of its time sent 8 of its most powerful warriors.
Those who left from supposedly 13 Remaining Elites prior to the stand-off, the Sword Maiden who massacred his 3rd family to prune a plague, and her innocent younger sister accused as an avatar of a Herrscher driven to their death truly, instigated by that so acclaimed righteous damned liar pretending to be a nun's insane advice to raise their non-vanguard's spirits. He would never expected that same Sword Maiden would become among his few dearest friend, besides a Pure Lady, a Pesky Adjutant, a Famished Boy, and that Nosy Blind bastard.
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When I first fell, my memories are confusing about supposedly destroying the remnants affected to not leave a trace from harvesting a plague of "the Abyss", and about being a grievous boy whose elder sister was sacrificed in that town to which the blizzard isolating us just intensified. It was nauseous to have conflicting memories, but when I understood that nobody besides me would no longer be sacrificed, after taking down those surrounding hulking oddly shaped beasts, I was relieved, then curious to know where exactly am I.
Eventually I recall other people who seem to both recognize and deny who I am. I allowed them to chain me in this damned pillars, I felt relieved that nobody else but me had to be here, but as they became crazy from drinking and calling my blood divine, an elixir and a cure as they degenerated ferally to chase after the smaller people hiding and crying, I lost it as my repulsion get the better of me.
I killed them all. Although the plaguing essence that they exude as they lost their breath also frustratingly excited me, loud voices began to ring in my ear "I MUST HARVEST IT" as my vision intensify in heat, perhaps I too became as feral as them. So I pursued the one responsible to this intensifying cold. When I met her, we exchange our gaze, she contorted as if disgusted to recognize me, while I sensed threat intensifying as a challenge, I lusted for fight. I lunged and appeared right in front of her, I landed my right fist and gouge a gem through her chest, the fragrance that made me drool and my blood boil, and intense pain accompanied by that cold was suddenly halted as I tear her apart into two to push away the hand caressing the right side of my face as she shed tears, her last words "What have we become?". I then throw away the very cold gem somewhere leaving cracks. I was repulsed, and confused. I then wander this cold wasteland as I slowly chase after the lingering sweet fragrance that I must harvest, while I deemed the cold gem insignificant.
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The damned so righteous woman who accepted him to their "home" when he was just supposed to slaughter them for radiating that plague he must harvest by instinct. Responsible to that same gathering of those who would perish, appreciating their solace unlike the blood crazed cult isolated by blizzard he ended where he first fell. She escaped life into the simulation of their records, the Golden Courtyard as its administrator and excused herself as atonement until the hopeless promised future. He suppose his registered Simulation would deal with her hypocrisy unyieldingly.
That Girl of Wonders, Griseo, I remember taking her for a stroll after she made the painting of how I first fell when I finally had the chance to meet her. I was frustrated by how she was treated as a doll in playing house. She was blessed with affection from anyone treating her fondly, it confused me too whether I'm just petty, or jealous of such treatment. Though for sure that I wanna see her muster the courage to face the tragedy they tried so badly to hide to her, it amuse me when she began to be rebellious as she agreed to join me to stroll outside. I almost regret including her in the cross fire if she hadn't manifested "her Knight" and other "friends" to help me when I intercepted the raining artillery and missiles insisting to dare aim at her as we happened to passed by a city infested by a similarly disgusting cult as we fly around. Although she was both confused and terrified afterwards, I took upon my punishment knowing although she too was helpless, I was also wrong to accuse her of being unfair. I relished the spite to confront that Pushover(Hua), accompanied by that Hypocrite(Kevin), then soon the damned liar(Aponia) and hag of a snake(Mobius) nagging out of their wits to ban me from having any contact with her afterwards.
Upon the Moon's surface, The Famished Boy or so he remembered, Kosma, asked him why he had worn the Mask gifted by Eden implicating its impracticality to which he retort it's just habitual for him to wear a mask, then for an advise how did I endured the lingering pain despite healing to an extent of regrowing limbs, not that I ever lost a limb, but a heart to begin with. To which I braggingly laughed off, to just got used to it, that it was thanks to it that I understood I'm still alive (to atone for my regrets for often remaining alone unscathed). If he has what it takes to devour me, I assure him to take me as a parting gift against THAT which they are supposed to meet our demise. I picked a fight with that boy just about as tall until my waist as I added a promise it's about time he'll endure half of my strength noticing that Boy is already losing it to the hunger of Vishnu he was infused with.
But that Man of Promise I also recognize as another hypocrite to detest, Kevin stopped the two of us to save strength. IT suddenly appeared before us, in the guise of the cheeky Cat Girl, Pardofelis, a Lucky Girl Thief who loves Cat and hoarding miscellaneous items stolen from others had ran out of luck to be sent as a fodder. Kalpas later realized she was also instigated by guilt for also not being able to help the Sword Maiden so as to compensate, they tasked her as such to scout the ominous beacon prior to them arriving on site to try intercept it with what she carried. If he had known already, he would rather take that risk instead, but he knew most of them can't entrust carrying something precious to him who have destroyed many such as mountains besides cleaning the most hoard of abominations with his bare hands and feet pettily.
As if no longer bothered to pretend, SHE shed off that guise as SHE mocked us of our cruelty affirming my presumptions about what happened to Pardofelis, and the name I barely call out loud to my comrade at arms with me.
As my bloodboils, I lunged leaving cobwebbed craters, and clouds of dusts, behind as the gauntlet I have worn on my left arm made off Emile's Herrscher Core and Soulium Steel shifted its form into a Dark Sword of Taixuan, following besides me were infused debris of the Moon's surface like homing missiles.
With a snap of HER left thumb and middle finger, the fiery infused debris aimed my companions else where instead. With a gesture of HER right hand to grab something, Mobius' neck was pulled suddenly, and I chased between and hacked at the invisible tread while Mobius endured being choked. When Kosma lunged at her as his barely humane mouth expands I caught him by the neck and threw him towards the Herrscher.
When Kevin aimed his Long Barreled Hand Guns; the Judgement of Shamash towards me I gestured my right hand with a middle finger, and parried his shot towards with my same bare right hand towards HER.
For every claw, cleave, debris thrown, punch, kick, and shot emitting shockwaves after another that was about to land against her, she would bend the space opening rifts for us to hit each other, yet they too would evade barely so only I would be hit instead, nor Mobius stopped being ragdolled against Kosma.
Until a bigger pillar of Soulium was shot to barely graze her yet, instead it was dissected and redirected to rain against us by the outlining rifts.
As I parried it, leaping after another of the deformed surface errupting thanks to the Beast ASURA replacing my heart to also allow me to manipulate the ground, the after images of the Dark Sword alternating between my right and left hand materializes, duplicating in numbers in reminiscent of SAKURA's Swordplay. A Concert began to play as Golden Musical Notes and Dark Red aura of the shifting Gravity began to envelope around, while Kosma fully transformed into a large Draconic Bat with numerous Maws and foreign limbs to cover the other raining shards that were also aiming towards the space shuttle about to pass on the other horizon from the Moon.
The Herrscher had enveloped HERSELF with the blighted surface of the Moon to become towering while also emerging constructs resembling the usual Chariot Beasts as surreal fiery Feathers also began to scatter against the other shards I might have missed. Numerous Artilleries and missiles are also being fired through out presumably done by Vill-V.
While that Hypocrite Kevin had been idling for about 3 out of the 4 minutes we've been skirmishing.
The Draconic form of Kosma tried to wrestle with the Towering Herrscher, but was being ripped apart instead. As I embedded the weary Swords around me as a memento, I chased again darting towards Kosma's nape just before he was crushed, snatching and throwing him towards Kevin, and I managed to fell her with right fist, dismembered the statuesque left arm and swung it like a pillar to make her towering figure kneel as my form turns inferno and barrage the exposed purple shard in the titan's chest with my fist, the "countless broken swords" I've embedded gather towards me on its(Emile) own into one Giant Sword to descend from above while SHE caught it by expanding another barrier.
As his whole right arm is being surrounded with cobwebbed fiery cracks, as his barrage is ceasing, he gestured a hand chop stance into a 1 inch punch with his remaining left arm that has less cracks. The Towering HERRSCHER suddenly froze ceasing the emission sustaining the barriers, and right before his left fist continued into a fist as he was about to be engulfed with a cleaving wave of blue inferno, the scenery quickly changed, it distorted into another space as I was being engulfed with every fiber of my being isolated into a bead, then I felt an ENORMOUS GAZE and a silhouette of a framed man clasping ITS hand as if praying respect, divided between ITSELF are shades of black and white.
Then what he hit instead was a terribly enormous bug if not larger than the collapsing Blighted Moon of the Earth he was moments ago, imploding as he landed his fist and was thrown away breaking the sound barrier from the recoil to crash unto another debris as fumes of disgusting stench, wreckages of enormous spaceships, looming cries and countless buzzing flap of wings transpired in his horizon.