Requiem Of A Failed Hero



"Things will be different from this point," Absalom said to the angel, loosening his grip on the sword.

As the sword fell, it folded into a ball of blood and floated towards Absalom's chest.

The angel cocked his head left and right, "You couldn't reach me with your sword, so you want to try another attack pattern. I see I see, I do encourage people to think innovative so that there is a good one."

Not minding him, Absalom began to move his hands in intricate patterns, manipulating the blood in front of him. The ball stretched into dark helixes of crimson energy, swirling around him like malevolent snakes.

"Hmmm..." the angel moaned as he could feel a difference in the energy that Absalom was emitting, he was at first skeptical but he suddenly closed his eyes and dashed at Absalom, with his hand raised, aiming to slice off Absalom's hands. But instead, his sword clashed with Absalom's blood helixes.

The angel persistently struck over and over again but each the helix folded and twirled to the direction that each strike was coming from, accurately blocking every strike–belatedly the angel felt a cold, draining sensation seeping into his limbs, prompting him to give himself and Absalom space again.

"You fawn, what did you do to me?"

"I don't owe you an answer..."

'It's not like I even know, all I know is that it's a curse...' Absalom said in his mind. He fixed his gaze on the angel and wait in anticipation of how the angel was going to do away with this one.

WHOOOOM

Contrary to Absalom's expectation of some divine healing light falling on the angel—the angel's wings unfurled, emitting a radiant light that repelled Absalom's blood magic. With a surge of divine energy, he broke free from the draining hold and countered with a blinding burst of celestial light.

Absalom who had braced himself enough for the next attack grinned and morphed the blood in front of him into sharp spikes that shot forth like projectiles. The angel deftly dodged them, but the spikes left deep gouges in the ground.

Absalom's eyes glowed brighter, and his sinister smile widened as he began to chant an incantation in fiendish tongue—the angel immediately began to feel an invisible force constricting around him, as if his very soul was being ensnared. The angel's movements slowed, his wings weighed down by an unseen burden.

Absalom's curse was taking its toll, attempting to drain him of his divine essence.

"How dare youuuuuu?!" The angel gritted his teeth as he struggled to resist the curse.

This was probably the hardest he had been had in centuries.

Because the jovial expression he had on even as he fought had completely been replaced by a mixture of disconcerting and angry demeanor.

Forcing his wings to flap and gathering whatever was left of his strength from his feet to his head, the angel shot into the air leaving trails of cosmic light in his wake.

From above, he unleashed a barrage of heavenly arrows, each imbued with purifying energy. The arrows streaked toward Absalom, piercing through his defenses and causing him to stagger back.

Yet, Absalom laughed maniacally, his blood magic growing more potent. He sliced his palm, drawing more crimson power from his own life force. In response, the earth itself seemed to answer his call, tendrils of blood-red vines surging from the ground.

The battlefield became a chaotic maelstrom of blood and divine energy clashing in a deadly symphony. The angel's celestial sword whirled like a silver comet, and each strike sent brilliant arcs of light through the dark haze of Absalom's blood magic.

The vampire's crimson eyes blazed with wicked delight as he conjured ethereal blood constructs, forming nightmarish creatures that lunged at the angel but he struck all of them down with one light arc that caused a massive explosion.

The wasteland trembled beneath the cataclysmic effects of their battle.

The ground cracked and fissured, spewing geysers of darkened soil that mixed with the angel's radiant light, creating an otherworldly display of colors.

Thunder boomed and echoed across the desolate landscape as if the heavens themselves were in turmoil.

The red vines from the ground elongated, aiming to grab the angel's leg and pull him down but they were no match for the radiant light that was emitted with each swing of the angel's hand—they decayed under it.

The vines stretched out more arrogantly and faster in an attempt to ensnare him but the angel's wings fluttered with such speed that he seemed to exist in multiple places at once, evading the malevolent grasp with an outstanding agility.

Absalom was enjoying this, his skin was getting pale and his veins were reddening but he was laughing. His laugh reverberated through the battlefield as he unveiled a new layer of his blood magic. The air thickened with the scent of iron and decay, as blood droplets materialized into crimson daggers, swirling around Absalom like a macabre dance. With a flick of his wrist, Absalom hurled the blood daggers at the angel, each blade seeking to draw celestial blood.

The angel's wings formed a resplendent barrier of light, deflecting most of the deadly projectiles, but a few managed to graze his divine form, leaving trails of darkness on his fine skin.

He paused and touched the dark smoke that lingered on his face with widened eyes. His eyes began to tremble as he confirmed the cut.

"Y-y-y-you... w-w-with your f-f-filth? YOU TOUCHED ME!!!" He screamed.

It was at this point that the angel lost it.

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[You have died]

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[You have died]

[You have died]

[You have completed an achievement of a thousand death in one moment]

[You have been trapped in a space-time limbo]

[This is a Limbo where you will be trapped in a single moment but continue to experience it over and over again]

[At a slower rate of 458% compared to reality time rate]