Story of K: An Infinite Golden Light part 5
Story of K: An Infinite Golden Light part 5
Funeral Pyre
Two brothers – both warriors of incredible power and made even stronger with the strength of their own dead brothers of yore – humbled, belittled, and broken. Their only joy now was the disquieting stillness of the black space that surrounded them. The silence was a mercy. Their bodies were shielded from and accustomed to the complete lack of heat but their opponent brought them warmth…and destruction.
They floated on, broken things they were. The sons of K’os, brought so low and by what – a mere Builder. Like all Builders he was born with no name, indistinct from the other Builders except that he had a twin brother and on the Rotkennk planet and creature, K’os – the father and sire of K and Xen, that made him special. Vicious experiments were performed during these rare twin occurrences to test the limits of Rotkennk power and ability. This experiment was taken too far and this Rotkennk Builder that now styled himself as Gold was far too powerful.
He smiled and surveyed. His handiwork had offered him amusement. Masked ones, broken at his own whims. Never in his life did he imagine this for his future. For a mere Builder like himself to accomplish such a feat was unheard of, but could he call himself a builder anymore? No, he thought, I’m so much more now. He could only think of himself as the strongest in the universe at this point. No force could withstand the Masks Ones and yet he shattered them easily enough.
These were K’os’ favored sons and prime warriors but that didn’t mean they would be the last. With a planet’s worth of resources the giant ruler would spare no expense to fix this sleight and Gold knew he needed to be prepared.
He still had more than enough energy at his disposal, his stores seemed to constantly replenish themselves. The bodies of the Masked Ones were strewn about space in pieces. Gold’s rapid and numerous energy barrages had ripped them both apart especially Xen. They were not dead however and Gold wanted to finish the job. He wanted nothing to remain of them once he was done.
Gold flared his energy levels and concentrated the flow into his hands. He still had trouble focusing his energy but he had so much of it that it didn’t seem to matter. He laughed to himself and basked in the amazing feel of his aura. So much warmth and other things he couldn’t describe. He looked around for both brothers, almost losing them completely in the blackness of space. He wasn’t used to being out here but he would be. His power would carry him across the universe to wherever he wanted and he would do whatever he wanted. Power meant complete freedom.
He found Xen’s body and aimed his hand. Xen’s mask, Darcell, had separated from the Rotkennk warrior and was nowhere in sight. That chilled Gold for some reason. Why he didn’t know. If the sentient mask was nothing with its owner then why would it pose a threat without its master. Gold wasn’t satisfied. He flexed his voice via telepathy.
Gold: “I do believe that you told me that I’d make a deathly mistake that would prove to be my undoing. An interesting prediction…Xen, but not an accurate one. You’ve made the most critical mistake and that mistake was underestimating me.”
Xen: “Sure rub it in why don’t you. Hahahaha, yes I have made a rookie mistake and I can’t say that it feels good to be it such bad shape. But…”
Gold: “But? What else can there be Masked One?”
Xen: “Defeat…yours. You haven’t won yet and my brother and I still have the advantage.”
Gold scoffed at that.
Gold: “Advantage? What advantage? You’re all but dead, only alive because I allow it.”
Xen: “But alive nonetheless. When I called you green I meant it.”
Gold: “I’ve had enough of this. You and your brother will burn.”
Xen: “Haha *cough* hahahaha. Speaking of…”
Gold: “…where? I’ve lost him. Shit! You’re still here and your life is now forfeit.”
K: “Shade.”
Gold didn’t think it possible for the black to become blacker but it did. He launched the full fury of his golden blast at Xen before it was too late. He had no way to tell if the blast hit or not. It had not exploded and became lost in the encroaching darkness. Gold flared his aura out to combat the darkness and managed to clear it away, but not without a great expense of effort. They were gone, the both of them, and not because of his efforts either. That he knew, he felt it.
There was a storm in the distance. Gold snapped to attention to face it. It wasn’t too far off. He gathered as much energy as he could and blasted off towards it leaving a golden trail in his wake. Lightning and wind obscured whatever was at the eye of the storm and when Gold got too close he was halted by the Masks of the Fallen.
Gold: “Child’s play. I have no problem breaking your toys Masked Ones.”
Gold dashed at the Masks and threw a series of punches and kicks at the surprisingly nimble creations. They dived, dipped, and dodged his attacks and flew off into the dark recesses of space leaving only Gold and this widening storm. The storm now had a different feel to it. Before it seemed conservative, small, and timid but now it was angry and voracious.
Gold: “No more of this. BE GONE!”
Gold released a stream of golden light into the eye of the storm and produced a large golden explosion. The space around rippled with wind and heat that was quickly dispersed leaving only a grisly image.
There was a new opponent on the battle field. Some sort of beast but it looked to be Rotkennk.
Gold: “What the hell are you Monster?”