God-Slayer
Summary: The hunter becomes the hunted. When Melody hunts for her target without the permission of her creator, karma strikes back quickly. But eventually karma will reach everyone who deserves it. Parts: One-Shot A/N: didn’t go as planned but it’s still okay. It gave me a chance to rewrite the lore for Omega… I guess.
Master-List
“I don’t care what you think, Melody,” Aeregele growled, his sharp canines glinting in the light of nearby stardust. His blue eyes glaring up at one of his favorite creations. Who knew she would turn her back in his name? “No matter what, you will go by my order. You will not disobey my code. You will not go against my word the way you have,” he sighed heavily, frowning. “I will let you off with a warning. But if you do it again I’ll have to eliminate you. Just like the others.”
“Apologies,” Melody mumbled, an odd rumbling rising from her throat while she had her head lowered submissively, staring at her creator with golden eyes. “It will not happen again.”
“I hope not,” he said, disappearing in light blue flakes. Melody flinched at the sudden shift of magic in the area. She lifted her head and stood back on her feet, a small noise resonated as she did. The noise sounded almost like metal hitting metal which made no sense as her feet were made out of two or three layers of bone plates.
A portal opened near her and she walked through with no worry. She felt no fear. She never felt fear.
With a blink of an eye she found herself in what she guessed was a pocket dimension. Of course. He’s becoming too powerful now hasn’t he? Powerful enough to make his own little plane of existence.
The loud noises created by her feet echoed inside the dark temple she was in, tapping and clicking on the dark marble as she approached the first thing in the large room; a throne, accompanied by her target.
Aeregele would kill her. But she felt no fear. She never felt fear.
“Morning, Sunshine,” the man in the throne chuckled, his deep voice echoing. One of his dark wings shifted slightly, sending a ripple down the fur and full length of the membrane. He leaned back in his throne, raising his chin and watching Melody with a smug face.
“I was told not to come after you,” Melody growled, “but I defied his logic as it is my duty to punish those who’ve disobeyed the Divine Code.”
“Are you sure?” He asked, that smug look still playing on his lips. “My understanding is… no god or creation shall harm or kill another god or creation without the correct permission or status.” He chuckled. “Wouldn’t that mean because Aeregele told you not to attack me, you’ll be punished as well?”
She huffed. “No.”
“Yet you have no permission to be here.”
“You’ve snuck under our radar for the past century, and already you’ve killed more gods than I can count,” Melody said, lowering her head slightly as she slowly and cautiously walked towards him. “It’s your time now to face those consequences, Omega.”
The man, Omega, fell silent. His blood red eyes watching Melody intently. Slowly he stood, pushing himself up from his seat. His wings pooled across the throne he sat in, the dark fur almost rippling like water.
He threw his arm out, maybe a bit too dramatically, his left wing being pushed out of his way to reveal a katana sheathed on his arm. He grabbed the hilt of the blade, unsheathing the dark metal and swiftly pointing it at Melody who stopped a few ten feet away from him. She was tall enough for him to have to tilt his head high to see her, but he made no effort to do so.
He swung his blade to the side, a fast whoosh cut through the air.
“What is your first move?” He asked. Melody had slowly started to notice the thick accent of his, but she couldn’t pin on what it was.
She said nothing, she only watched him with her icy blue eyes.
Omega took the first move on his part, quickly stepping forward and swinging his blade up. Melody huffed, jumping in the air to dodge him. She pushed herself back in the air with the force of a icy blue beam she shot at him. He wasn’t fast enough to react, or even have seen it, but thankfully she missed and an explosion had erupted from behind him. Smoke from the blast engulfed the dark god, rendering him invisible.
Smiling, he kept himself alerted.
He dashed toward when he heard Melody’s foot hit the marble of the floor, swinging his blade fiercely into the smoke. But no one was there.
He stepped to the side, outside of the smoke as it slowly dissipated, and watched around him. Not too long after it appeared again with another blast hitting the floor just before him.
He made no move. He made sure his back was near the wall so she couldn’t approach him from behind. His ears were peeled upwards in alert as he strained them to hear her footsteps. But none ever came.
Gut instinct. He raised his blade by his face, flat end facing him, to shield himself.
He gasped when a strong force connected with his blade, pushing him back into the wall. He coughed out, having sharply inhaled smoke. The smoke around them dissipated and none ever returned. He saw Melody just in front of him across the large room. He watched her as she stood still, her head lowered slightly and her ears also alert. He noticed her eyes gained a purple hue.
He let out a sharp hiss before speaking again. “You’re a coward! Hiding inside the smoke. Grow some balls and fight me face on!”
“It is not cowardice,” she spoke, raising her head, “it is strategic. I know you’re half blind, so unlike the rest of your breed you won’t be able to see past smoke. Not even by a few feet in front of you. You’d be lucky to see your hand in front of your face. So I’m surprised you managed to not cut your own head off.” She chuckled lightly, lowering her head again.
She lifted off her front legs and let out a yell before throwing her head to the side, a blueish-purple beam following suit. Small explosions littered the ground separating them. Smoke quickly rose again, blocking Omega’s view of his opponent.
He grunted, stepping back when Melody bursted through the smoke. She quickly lifted onto her back feet and threw one of her front legs down above him.
But Omega acted quickly and swung his blade, slicing through Melody’s pointed foot.
She screamed, falling back and onto her side. She stayed on the floor for a bit while the smoke slowly disappeared.
Omega stalked toward her, stopping just by her large head. He held out his katana, the dark metal melting and burning her flesh on her bottom jaw as it neared her.
“Pathetic,” he growled under his breath, glaring down at her. She watched him with wide eyes as her breath quickened. “Maybe it was fate. Your death, I mean.” He chucked. “Or maybe you’re just that weak. You’re like those creatures the oojack tried to bring to our world… once you leg is injured, you’re put down. You’re that useless. That helpless. How sad. For it to end like this. To have your head cut off by a lowly demigod and devoured by his pet.”
Omega giggled, raising the katana high in the air. Melody slowly lifted her head, her eyes slowly turning from purple to red. “You’ll regret this, Omega.”
“Sure I will,” he giggled, throwing down his arm and slicing Melody’s flesh. She made no noise and he began to wonder if the headless beast was still alive. He raised the katana up again and swiftly flung his arm to the side, sending the burning blood off the dark blade. He could hear it sizzling on the marble floor where it had splattered. He never reverted his eyes at the flesh that began to melt away where the cut was made.
He tsked and stepped back, still watching her. Why was he so suspicious of her body? Why could he not believe her death?
Maybe he was just expecting her to get up and attack her still. Even without her head.
He sheathed the blade by his left arm once again before clicking his tongue. After receiving a few loud clicks back, he knew it wouldn’t be long before his pet came back to feast.
“It’s been a while, hasn’t it?” Aeregele asked, turning his head just slightly. His back was faced to the man he spoke to.
“Of course it has,” Omega smirked. No doubt he was proud of himself. Of his accomplishment. He wouldn’t have gotten here this quickly if Melody hadn’t come to fetch him. That was her problem. Maybe he’d find and thank her soul. But that’s not his job right now is it?
Aeregele turned, facing Omega. “You’ve done wrong,” he said, “but it’s not my job to eliminate you until you’ve become a big enough threat to the divine code.”
“It’s not the code I’m looking for, Aeregele,” Omega smiled, stepping closer. “It’s you.”
“Ominous.” Aeregele stepped back. He turned his back and walked away, quickly disappearing in small blue flecks.
Omega hummed, a rumbling rising in his throat as he looked around. A gut feeling. An instinct. Something told him to look out. A voice. Who was that?
He unsheathed the katana and swung his arms out, twisting to the side. The blade made contact with another, one that looks much like one from the Uriborle family. The edges rubbed against each other, two forces pushing against each other, sending blue sparks from the other blade.
Omega pushed away, stepping back quickly before his attacker could strike him. He observed the attacker, not really surprised on their appearance.
“Karmen,” Omega grunted, “I was expecting it to be you.”
“Of course you were,” Karmen said quietly, not up for the chitchat. She was here because she had a duty to fulfill, not chat with a mass murderer.
“How have you been?” he smirked.
“Swell.”
It’s been so long since Omega’s seen Karmen. Probably a couple years. He hadn’t realized the suffering she would have to deal with in just a few years and he began to wonder who had done this to her. She looked in constant pain, having her eye replaced because she lost almost half her face. But he also wondered what happened.
But it wasn’t his job to worry over that. It’s not his job to care.
Although…
Karmen swung the lighting rod, having stepped forward, trying to reach Omega who was too fast and too keen. He was always aware of his surroundings, no matter what.
“You’re so slow, Karmen,” Omega giggled “maybe after that incident you slowed down. I wonder why…”
“The incident that happened over a thousand years ago?” She asked, standing still. “You weren’t even alive then, were you?”
“I…” Omega stammered for a response, opening and closing his mouth trying to figure out what to say. “I… it was just a story I heard is all,” he said as calmly as he could. He had forgotten. How could he have forgotten such a crucial detail?
“Father doesn’t seem to realize your threat level,” she said, “and I must admit that’s a mistake on his part. But thankfully I know and I won’t hold back on my job.”
“Do you always hold back?”
Karmen stepped back, holding the long electric rod as a spear. The point of the spear facing the ground as the rest rose above her body. It was much taller than her and he wondered how she could use it so easily.
She swung her arm suddenly, the rod spinning in her hand and smacking Omega on his temple. The glowing rod broke on contact, causing him to fall onto the ground. He didn’t have time to get up again because Karmen had slammed the rest of the rod into his back, forcing him further into the ground.
Omega winced, coughing slightly after the air had been forced out of him.
He grunted when he felt Karmen set her foot on his back. He looked over his shoulder and saw another glowing rod appear, but appearing through her chest. She grabbed the end with both her hands, slowly pulling on it with a scrunched up face. He could almost feel the pain from there just watching her.
After forcibly pulling for the last time, Karmen was able to take out the rod and spin it around until the pointed end was facing Omega’s back.
“How sad,” she said, coughing slightly before lifting the electric spear high above her head. She slammed it down, piercing his back.
Omega winced, turning his head back to the ground and coughing out blood. Black blood.
“It’s disappointing how far you’ve come, only to fall so hard. Especially by someone like me,” Karmen growled, driving the spear deeper. “Sometimes I wonder how I myself am still alive. But then here we are. Me half dead and you bleeding out.” She drove the rod further, earning a painful wince from the dying man below him. “But I feel that’s just because I’m unable to die. Hence still being here. Whereas you… you’re a demigod. That’s it. Nothing more. You’re useless. Weak. You always have been. And you always will be.”
Karmen pulled on the rod, slowly pulling it out of Omega’s back. Omega cried in pain, wondering how he was still alive. Maybe Karmen didn’t plan on hitting a vital organ, just so she could say what she did.
He could feel the energy of the blade near the back of his head, and even the burning of the hole in his back. The searing pain spreading throughout his body. He knew it was the same effect that most imbued weapons have, just like his katana.
And as time slowly passed, his impending doom came closer. He could feel it. Yet he no longer felt the presence his blade — Antralore — had.
“Goodbye, Vendryk.”