That was epic. May you live in health for a long time, Ford.
Good story whens update
I have been too. Keep it up.
I enjoy them too, I haven't commented just because I'm holding my breath waiting for the next installment. The suspense is killing me.
These were very well written Ford. The extreme detail of all of Maya's kill gear seems to fit your writing style.
The "thicc piece of hot metal" kinda broke my immersion into the story a bit but it was also funny.
These were great, and Digit being hit by a thicc piece of metal was very appropriate. A lot of characters in this story have incredible powers, making it all the more fun to see what happens when they face off.
"HELL ON EARTH!" the God of Hellfire bellowed. The top layer of soil for miles began to melt, congealing into a dark igneous rock. Any moisture in the air vaporized, raising the ambient temperature in the surrounding desert to several hundred degrees instantly - and rising. The Hellfire God was engulfed in blackened plasma and fires rose high in the distance: an impenetrable wall of flame thousands of feet high was found in every direction. The sky blackened as though the heavens themselves had been torched to a crisp. Mizal's body began to feel the affects of the rising temperature and surrounding flames but she remained focused.
The mountains in the distance, once unseen due to the towering flames covering their visage, were visible once more. The God of Hellfire stood shocked. Fueled by rage and absolute hatred the Hellfire God burned a solid black which soon concentrated into a ball about her stature. "Few have driven me to such passions," the God shook the land, it was as though her voice came from the sky, "fewer have survived. Mortals are not among them." Within the black, the truest proof of divinity shined: stars far off in the cosmos, the heavens themselves and their powers surrounded the small cricket which hovered central to this ball of divine fire.
Mizal stood strong and proud, unmoving at this meager display of power. The Hellfire God took initiative while the mountains in the distance were rising at a pace she could keep up with. "Taketh." the God spoke calmly, instantly vaporizing Mizal's legs with a wave of divine fire. Mizals' connection to her spiritual solitude was momentarily cut - was negligence to blame or inexperience? Mizal thought as she woke from her intense focus and made an attempt to reconnect with the Earth. The Hellfire God would not have it. Mizal was launched into the upper atmosphere by the very flames which cut her legs prior. "My divine fire is versatile," the Hellfire God spoke, "for example, I will not burn you - as that has proven no good. I will burn your memories. I will burn every last bit of your being from your own mind and burn those held closest within. Burn! Burn! BURN!"
Mizals body was alight with the divine flames which caused pain unlike any other. She did not even flinch at the physical pain - but this fire was different. It attacked what she held dear and within.
The earliest memories burned first. Her family, her friends, her home. It all burned. The manipulation of her thoughts through these evil divine means made her burn inside. All the way down to the self - it burned.
I'm the reason.
Mizals yester-years burned. Her dreams, wonder, and origin. The self was a powerful psychological power intertwined with her fate. All of it evaporated, engulfed in the flames of doubt and hatred for what she is.
I'm the blame.
Her life would go next - experiences of the lows and highs, her enjoyment of peace burned as though it was never known in the first place. Her feelings that were to never show as a neutral body burned passionately and with rage. Anger overtook her outlook. Her very frame of reference burned away to ash.
I will never be the same.
Mizal was falling from a great height - overlooking the lands she was once a part of. She no longer percieved herself, but she felt this view was mirroring her.
Mirror-mirror tell the truth of the old ones and the youth.
Of the things we hide deep from ourselves.
The last of her consciousness burned bright. Her hollow body fell deeper through the atmosphere reaching closer to the rocky mirror. She was not begging and her curiosity had only the faintest embers left. Mizal looked into the abyss of her own existence and, as was true beyond a God's control, the abyss looked back.
Mirror-mirror show me now: What will I become, and how?
The self was burned to a crisp - Mizal was gone forever.
For now I'm just the Mountain.
A limp body of one that no longer recognized their existance neared the ground, falling aimlessly. An unexpected event for the God of Hellfire followed. The scream which rivaled the voice of a God shook the land: "I AM THE MOUNTAIN!!!"
The mountains which once dotted the distance were upon the God of Hellfire. A great golem, miles high, towered before the puny god. The Hellfire God acted swiftly - ensuring full coverage of the golem with the divine flames. There was no self to burn though. It was as though the planet itself fought without flinching or burning. The golem reached down - undermining the majority of the desert and ripping out the Earth from beneath the crust. The God of Hellfire thought quickly what the next move was - and it came at the behest of her anger: Lothric was being lifted in the swell of earth as well. "GOD DAMMIT!" the God said ironically, using half of her remaining divine powers to slash the golems fingers and the chunk of planet it had uprooted - letting Lothric fall somewhat unharmed back to the ground.
It would do no good to continue using the divine flame. She calmed to a heated blue-black plasma for one last attack with the remaining power she had. "I AM THE GOD OF HELLFIRE!" her declaration was drowned by the sound of the golem roaring with effort, "AND I BRING YOU - FIRE!" Cricket concentrated the remaining ultra-hot flame into a blade, a mere inch wide but several miles long, stretching from the ground to the sky above. As the golem threw the God of Hellfire, the blade of flame cut it in half.
It was too late though - the Hellfire God hurtled through the upper atmosphere and, one "well shit." later, the landmass which the small bug was pressed against crashed into the lunar surface, cracking the moon and sending a chunk of it flying off with the once gravity-bound landmass. A sacrificial chunk of Earth was sent into deep space for the greater good of the world.
I'll have to catch up on the previous posts, but damn this one was good.