Thrum thrum thrum thrum thrum...
Thrum thrum thrum thrum thrum...
And it came to pass that after the flattening of Violence, Morthos commanded his legions to abandon their vessels and march across the scorched wastes of the Sundering Sands. He marched at its head, mace hanging over his shoulder and gripped tightly in his clawed hand. His honor guard of fallen angels marched at his side, clad in hell-forged steel and cloaked by their black feathered wings. The horde of demons charged across the landscape like a tide of chaos. Balguras, goristros, and glabrezus rampaged across the sands while several legions of armored devils marched lock-step behind them. Tens of thousands of demons blotted out the the sky as they sang their discordant song of despair and woe.
Slowly, the thick overcast of demons began to form a spiral in the sky. The flock spun like the eye of a hurricane, guided by a maelstrom of chaotic eldritch energy that further darkened the sky like a depthless portal to the Void. Finally, with a roaring thunder clap, the Dark Emperor Erebuz emerged from the eye of the storm like a meteor.
His massive wings snapped open as He slammed into the ground. The earth shattered beneath the weight of His malice, sending bits of bedrock and torrents of sand shooting in all directions for a hundred meters. He stood, kneeling on the ground, as a maelstrom of darkness churned around His avatar. Suddenly, two bolts of black lightning dropped from the heavens and landed at His sides. Erebuz wrapped the ends - handles - in His titanic grip and ripped the two gargantuan blades from the earth.
The blades of the twin greatswords were blacker than the darkest black hole, and one looking closely could glimpse eternity within them. Those uncomfortably close to His swords would feel a strong breeze being sucked into the weapons.
"C̸̶̱͖̦͉͙̹̝ͤ͆ͦ̑̎ͨ̐̄͋͞g̦͚̙̈́ͣͦͬͧ̆ͨͯ̀͢Ò̵͚̣̲̝̺̔͂͟͠ͅn̵̡͈͈̗̠̠͊ͥ͐͛̒͐Ṁ͙̣̖̰̜ͫ͗̽̇i͌͆͐́҉̖̫̫͠Ë̵̸͇̜̰͕̗͔́͑̾n̲̳̓ ̥̙̥̯̮͗͌ͭ͒̈́ͮA̷͙̥͙̫͈̒̄ͭͯ́ͅo͕̰̗͔͉̻͙̟̞̎͒N̯͍̗̺̱̰̤̝̘̎̉̅̕ḳ̢̭͗̑̓̓̋̌̾͑ͅD͈̐̂ͯ̄ͧ̊̾͑ͪͅc̤̰̗͉ͪͣ̓̿̓͑̐͘ ̪̞̭̰̝̝̘̼͉̈́ͧ̉̚͜M̗̼̯̺̞̼̅ͪͬͣͮ̓ȇ̡̬͙̠̙͛ͫ͒̇̊Ḙ̪̜ͮ̏̌̾ͬ̓̎ͧ̆͘r̢̺̭͇̼̘̟̭̐̃͟͡Ě̴̳̫̻̃͠͞r̢̞̗ͥ͐ͥ͂͜Ṯ̳̓͊̔͊͒ͦ̓ͅu͍̟̎̈́̋̐ͪ͑ ̻̓̍ͪͫ̊ͭͧ̎͡͞Ȳ̱̺̞̊͒o͖̊̇̎́ͩͮ̚͞O̜͍ͣy̸͙͓̰̲̻̺͉̠̪̔͌̿ͩ̈́ͭ͂͜Ṳ̴̲͛ͥ̍̈́ͥ̌ͨ̿ͅť̷̗͓̠̱̥͚̥̹̭͒̌̒͆͂̕̕R̙̬ͣ͗ͨ̉͊́̃̒̋e̲̜̼̬̖̠̻͊̃̃͑̇̍ ̨̲͔̬̭̗̩̟̉͋̓ͮ̈́R̜̤̲͓̣ͨͫ͝é̠̻̇͜Ě̡̪̣̯̺͈̗̘ͥ̆͌͒͘m̦̳̞̜͖ͪ́͒̄ͫ͌̏̊ͫ͘͟C̉̓͐ͥ͌ͧ́͜͏̬̗̙͔͎̠͍͍d̡̹̻̮̰͕̉̆ͣ͗ͧ̽ͩ͒Ḱ̬̺̱̲̬̅̇͡n̮ͬ̐ͥͨ̄̍ͩ̈͢O͔̪̰͋̒̐͊͡ͅa̖̳͚̥̯̫͉̋̔̌̀̚̕Ņ̝͓̉̓ͪ̿ͩ̆͑ͣͨͅe̴̙̗ͤ́͂̓̍ͦ̉I̸͈̹̠̥ͣ̽̋m̸̗̥͍͎͛̇͘Ṋ̵̠̥͊̑̔̔ͧ̕͟ó͓̤͓̗̓̓̀G̵̢̯̞͇̖͋̈̋ͦ̾̓́c̸͓̹̪̖̫͔̙͙͍͌ͦ̑ͤ̚!̛̪̭̟̤̃́́" Erebuz thundered as He spun His blades.
Eve stood, unwavering and unflinching at the great show of power from the Elder God. Confidence radiated from her form, bristling with untold power and potential...filled with Hope. A hope that there will be a brighter tomorrow as the Light of Creation surrounded her...and she felt her Father's love. She took a single step forward, then another and another until she was at Erebuz's form then.... side stepped Him.
She completely ignored His challenge and continued to walk past Him "Before we fight... There is something of an annoyance I wish to deal with first. Since I know you care nothing for them... Why should I?" She asked and faced the army now charging towards them and raised her staff high.
"G̙̲̟̠̗̭̞̈̓͋ͧ̀ͨ͐̎̒ṵ̶̜͕̞͉ͯͧͮ͆ͦ̎̋̔͢r̋ͭͩ͑̍̒̿͟͏̰͖̰̙͝z̶̰̭͇̖̺ͮ̍̌͑͛͂͆̈́ͅ ̛͖̪̹̤͍̰̅͌̆̌ͬ̾ͅl̺̪̤̦̓̐ͅa̪̝ͨ̎͜ͅş̶͖̮̯̙͓͔̥̯͚ͣͥ͒̊̽͟ ̶̨̰̻̖̲̀ͯ͟ͅU̴̥̙͕̟̝͍̩̔͑̓̽͆̈̿͡͞k̝̑ͦ̑̔̌͡ ̲͓̤̦̜̟̒͜n̵̢̤͚͖̟̳̩̄a͎̮̗̹̲͒̄̏̉ͣͤ̏̔͢͡͡z̵͎̼̲͖͈͎̤̭̺̒̀̒͒͞ ̻͕̞͈̳͗́ͬͥ̈́T̡́̂ͬͮ̉ͩ́̚҉͙̻͍i̛̻͎͚̯͓̘ͥ̓ͮ̑͟͡ŗ̞͊̏ͥ̇͒ͨ̌̅͢d͇̮̯͚̝͊ͫ͆͠ö̵̧̦̣̘̞̣̞́̓ͮ͂ͮ̂͐̋ͪr̛̝̤̰̳̬̖͓̓̊͂̇͋̎́ǘ̷͚͉̦͓̊̂̎̊͊̅̚͠z̵̪̳̗̦͋ͩ̌ͧ͑͢ ̨̋̅͒ͨͩ͊̍҉̟̦̫̬Ķͫ̔ͤͦ҉̢̘̻̼͇a͒̎̍ͨ̐͛́͏̰̩̥a͑͗̉҉̻̼͈͇͔̲̠̫̺z͓̘̞̤̖ͭͫ̇̐͗͑͑̚͞g̴̯̥͓̳͓̰͇̒ͪ̆̂r̸̯̎ͧ̐͆̐ͫ͑̿ͬe̢̝͉ͫͤ͗͡D̫͕̩͕̙̭̱̒̑̈́̑̋ͧa̡̢̳̗̖̖̳͔͍̥ͮ͐̌ͤ̅̃ͥ̓̀m̟͕̤̞̥̙̗̭̉̓͗̿̾͂͛͊ͅḙ͖̪̭͈̰͛ͯ̀̕d̡͍̯̲̓̄ͣ̆̑͞ạ̲̠̣̬͉̾́͡ͅͅsͨ͌͆̈͛ͣ͑҉̠̮͙!"
The words ripped through the air,. The foul unheard words erupted from around her as she slammed the staff's butt into the ground. A wave of necrotic energy fueled by the sum of all of the power of Violence washed over the army, both high and low, like a wave. The demons, devils, abyssals eroded into dust and ash and broke upon the wind. The winged demons overhead evaporated, clearing the skies that were darkened. The hordes of soldiers charging alongside Morthos disappeared in a sea of blackened ash and debris. Armor and Weapon were not spared as the entirety of Erebuz's forces were laid to waste there up on the ground.
Morthos braced himself against the tide of energy. He roared in defiance as he crossed his arms over his face. Suddenly, the hurricane winds forced a single wing to snap open, and he vanished over the horizon. As the tide made its way towards Draco, he merely closed his eyes and accepted his defeat. As uncharacteristic of him it may be, he knew when he was bested; whether it be in battle against a singular opponent, or against something that he at the moment could not possibly comprehend the limits of. And with his own power locked away within his body back in the land of the living, he had no hope of trying to fend off this attack. And so, he simply began to break apart, and fade away, flake by painful flake, into the Abyss.
Erebuz merely pursed His lips and brought His blades forward. They spun in his hands like twin whirlwinds of shadow. He had felt the titanic wave of power and was sure He could push through unscathed, but something was blocking His perception of the Great Weave. A great cataclysm was coming, and He wanted to be ready for it. So He spun His blades, and the energy directed towards Him was simply sucked into their blackness - and ceased to be.
Eve then nodded to herself in approval of her work as the transformations of her body receded. The demonic form and beauty faded away while the blue flame in her right eye socket became fleshy as a normal eye but a brilliant blue. Claw and horn and blackened skin evaporated - leaving Eve as she had been made so many eons ago. A woman of purity wielded the stone dagger, coated in the blood of her former husband, and a branch of the tree of Eden.
A bright smile took hold of her face as she stared at the lord of Shadows and Chaos as she took on a more defensive stance, holding the staff outwards ready to parry His oncoming blow. She would give Him one chance - just one - before ending this fight all together.
"Now that your army is nothing but ash and dust...I'll give you a chance to strike me. I am pure, I am as I was... Surely you could defeat me alone, couldn't you?" She asked with a sickeningly sweet, warm smile on her face "My dearest Brother......"
"Impressive." He sneered. "I sense your second wind will finally bring me a challenge. It has been a long time since I have swung my blades... Let us see how well you fair..."
Before He finished uttering the final syllable, Erebuz shot forward in a blur. A scar of distorted space followed in His wake before He suddenly vanished in a puff of smoke. However, He materialized behind Eve just as quickly as he disappeared, swinging one of His blades down upon her pelvis with a blow that would crush a mountain.
Eve was prepared for this. Trickery and deceit were always in the portfolio of the Unweaver. She spun to meet His blade with the dagger. The force of the impact stopped cold. The blow was easily matched by Eve - who just smiled then tisked at him three times. She then lifted up a little and flew backwards as the force resumed and landed on her feet. She then stood proudly and raised her staff again before bringing it down to bare as several powerful beams of light fired from it in His direction. Then she followed it up by slamming her staff down into the ground. A shockwave of holy Light exploded towards the Darkness. Eve was simply waiting - biding her time - and savoring every single second of this fight.
Erebuz snarled again as He vanished in another blur of impossible speed. He swung His null blades up, and the beams of light vanished into their fathomless depths. The Unweaver once again appeared behind her, swinging again, before appearing at another angle and thrusting. His slashes, thrusts, and feints grew more frequent and wild until it almost seemed as if He was attacking her from multiple directions at once.
Then again... Perhaps He was.
Eve's body ducked and weaved as she dodged His blows, using her aura from her staff whenever she thought He would get too close. No chance she could speak the words she needed to say. Not yet... She had to lull Him down, and wear Him to the point of defeat. Eve encompassed her staff in a holy aura and used the end to deflect His blows with the power of the Spark within her. She was already drained of much of her magic. The defeat of His entire army took a great deal from her body and she nary had much to draw upon. Lillith's soul was her sole power source... The Spark was still too small and it played too much of a key in her plan.
With grace, she casted a teleportation spell and appeared behind the Lord of Chaos, using the dagger to strike at His back before disappearing away. Erebuz deftly spun one of his null blades behind him to parry the blow.
"Its been too long since I last fought something like you..." She said panting. Eve looked down at the dagger that was slowly rotting away. She threw it down to the ground and watched it fizzle out of existence. Grasping her staff, she threw whatever energy into it she had left and stood her ground, waiting for the right moment in which to do what she needed.