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・・・】 God: Cialo
・・・】 God Slayer: @Thotification
・・・】 OOC: Thread


The hilly terrain replete with various brown stones twists and churns beneath the rampaging Cialo. Bent trees and plants are strewn about, the only carnage left in his wake - for now. In the throes of anguish and confusion, his size changes from mountainous to human, creating a most vulnerable creature.

   
         
     

 

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The white-haired woman looked down upon the wreckage brought about by the rampaging deity. She could sense it, the Komandant's will blanketing all over the lands of Renovatio, an iron will that discriminates against all these deities which had once called themselves 'gods'. Her expression was dismissive, perhapss even disappointed. She had expected something else, something more sane and reasonablr but reality is a harsh master.

"This will do."

The words escaped her mouth, her full lips trembling as she uttered them. Was it fear then or excitement? It has been a long, after all. A very long time since she had faced with an actual god. A real deity, albeit in weakened form. A dangerous being. Even in its weakened state, it still possess such lethal power that a single mistake would spell the woman's demise.

"Is this what you wanted, Primera? To cull the gods and pave the way for men?"

Her words rang hollow against the silent wind. There was no one to answer her, only the deafening silence. 

"If so, then I shall aid in this endeavor. Rejoice! For I have arrived."

Then she was gone, her body plummeting from the heavens. Soon she'll reach the god and finally end the deities misery. It has lived long enough. The time of man has come.

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y82FI1M.jpgLooking back, the woman could still remember when she first met one of these so called gods. It was back in Ceyana, a time when thing have been so messy and chaotic. She knew that there were two gods playing in that land but she was fortunate enough to encounter the more friendly.

Perhaps more friendly is an understatement. Least hostile would be a better term. Anyways, that was her first time meeting a god. It was but a brief clash, a short moment where they pit their ideals against each other.

At that time, she was not powerful enough to compete with a literal god. At most she was just entertaining the deity with her clever word play and philosophical debates.

This time however, its a different story.

She's no longer the same woman as before. Now she will fight a real one. 

And she will succeed.

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Fall.

She found it comforting. Her body relaxing and giving in to the pull of gravity. There was some sort of freedom to be had over such a phenomenon but there are more pressing matters of concern. 

Plummet.

The winds wrapped around her body as she grew closer and closer to her quarry. Her long coat billowed frantically, as if mirroring the woman's excitement and anxiety. What else could bring both exhilaration and fear into a person other than the mere concept of fighting an actual god?

Descent.

Her body is very much alive. She can sense everything within her, every fiber of her very being. She was at her peak. Her optimal condition. The pinnacle of her ability.

Sink.

And yet what is this sinking feeling? This creeping dread? The woman did not know, nor did she want to acknowledge it.
And yet it persists.

Fall.

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Rage.

Pure, unadulterated, indiscriminate rage. That was what the deity Cialo felt. That much the white-haired woman can understand and even empathize with. She too had once been brought down so many times but even then she had always understood that she'll never be strong. She was just a normal human after all.

Cialo was a god.

That much the woman understood. For one that was once regarded as an all-powerful being only to be brought down to this mortal realm and reduced to a laughable shadow of its former glory. That would be very painful to any person's ego, much less from a divine being.

Shackled to a woman's will.

The true monster here is not the weakened deity, nor the prideful woman who seeks to challenge the god. No, the only scary monster her is the Grand Kommandant herself, the Primera. Only she would do something as absurd as bringing down the gods and pave the way for the humans.

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8d136b7ad365eff7cf139efbd82410309c3cbd84r1-980-1383v2_hq.jpgSomewhere up in the skies were two spectators, a young girl whose face looks similar to the white-haired woman and an old man. Now this old man had some years in him judging by the wrinkles and what limited amount of hair left on his balding head. The two were mostly flying, actually only the girl is flying while the old man was being held aloft by the girls sorcery.

"I have to thank you, little one," the old man spoke, "I have been wanting to see my favorite student go up against an actual god."

The young girl frowned in response, worry strewn all over her nubile face. "Teacher, will Middy survive?"

"By survive you mean live?" the teacher answered the girl's question with another question. "Yes. She's too stubborn to let death stop her from what must be done."

He chuckled then, as if realizing something amusing. "Her chances right now are around fifty-fifty. I doubt she would kill the god though. Knowing your sister, she would try to talk to him first."

"But that could get her killed!" the young girl blurted out.

"There lies the problem with Middy," the old man sighed, "You know, Shishi. You should not follow in her footsteps. There's nothing to gain from a bad student like Middy."

Soon silence fell between the two as they watch the battle unfold.

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The god reared what the white-haired woman thought was its head. She could not determine if the thing has eyes or whatever as every inch of it seemed to be incomprehensible to the mortal man's eyes. What she can be certain was that it has noticed her approach.

Upon spotting her, the deity roared at her. A wave of anguish and rage hit the woman like a physical force, almost making her heart stop in terror. But she's been there before, she's tangled with more gods than she had tangled with actual men. This isn't enough to faze her. At worst, it would only slow her down.

With that roar of rage came the divine power blossoming within the god. The earth answered its call, even welcomed its presence as the very ground seemed to rise to meet the descending mortal.

All she can see was the wall of dirt, then came the collision.

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A wall of dirt.

It might seem a joke to most people, but the god, Cialo, was dead serious in its attempt to eliminate the foolish mortal assaulting him. What seemed like a small mound of earth at first is now half the size of a hill. The white-haired woman has no choice but to take the full brunt of the god's assault.

Her body glowed with brilliant light as she coated herself in a sparkling aura of light magic. Power blossomed within the woman a second time making her tiny bubble of light spin in a certain direction.

Her body was like a drill, boring through the hill which, as she had suspected, mostly hollow on the side.

Within this empty realm of dirt and soil, she and the god finally met, face to face.

That brief encounter, the woman would see the divine entity open something similar to what seemed like its jaws, the motion mouthing a single word.

"Why?"

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WHY?

That singular question surprised the woman. It left her reeling as the deity welcomed her with open arms.
If she assaulted him directly, the deity would have caught her in his deadly embrace.
 Those earthen limbs would have crushed the life out of her frail human body.

WHY?

The deity roared its defiance. It was not some wild beast to be hunted for game. It was a divine being torn from its rightful place.
It was lost, shackled to this mortal realm.
A faint shadow of it former glory.

WHY?

The woman's resolve faltered.
She had flung herself to the ends of this earthen cage of death.
Her body splayed to the sides.
Watching. Waiting.
But the deity did not move.
It only stood there.
Unmoving.

WHY?

 

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images?q=tbn:ANd9GcQMO0g0ZbIdG-ZEHr2E7z2lD7b1156aEDiSZKA67Qr-FoZnef8c"It seems they have reached an impasse," the old man noted as his beady little eyes peered at the lands below.

The young woman beside him was getting worried by the second. In fact, she was fidgeting rather frantically. Her sister is her last remaining relative and she would lose it if her older sister were to leave her.

"I'm the last of my family," the young woman stammered, her voice trembling and racked with sobs. "Why must she keep doing this stupid fights?"

The old man sidled towards the girl's side. He placed a gnarled, wrinkled hand over her head. "There, there. You should not be worried. You sister is too stubborn to let death stop her from her ambitions."

"Why can't she just live like a normal person?"

"It's the price she has to pay. For knowledge."

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For knowledge.

The old man grimaced at his words. The truth he was responsible for everything. The cartel. The contracts. The never-ending cycle of death and rebirth. He was to blame for every misfortune.

He should be one who must paying for their sufferings. Not this student of his.

He had regarded her as his worst pupil and yet here she is. The one with the greatest accomplishments.

The old man knew he was just a normal person. He is incapable of doing these feats that his students can do. He can only teach and guide and show his support.

He was the failure here, not his student. Some days, he would regret teaching them all he knew but he is weak against their unwavering thirst to learn.

A failure of a teacher.

A legacy of failure.

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Midian Friggason. Middy Ochre.
The Mistress Blackhead. Fraulein Ravenbush.
The Dead Mistress. The Madame Linda Linda.
Blessed Saint of the Foreign Nameless Goddess.
The Mistress.

All the names. All the lives she had lived. All the roles she had played.
All the experiences she had. All the deaths she had conquered. All the losses and failures.
All of these ran through her head.
The culmination of her life work all culminating into this moment.

The white-haired woman finally broke the impasse. She spoke her answer to the god's query after putting much thought.
"I did not come to kill. I only need you out of this land."

The god taken aback, sputtered in annoyance.
"YOU DARE CHALLENGE ME MORTAL."

She shook her head.
'No. I only came to help both parties."

And in a flash the god was before the woman.
"YOUR HUBRIS WILL BE THE DEATH OF YOU."
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xQyJE-E5.jpgThe blow was too fast, too strong. The white-haired woman barely managed to block the strike. The bloody god just rammed her with his whole body going from zero to one hundred in the blink of an eye.

One could say she was unprepared but the woman would have none of that.

She had trust in her defensed and that emergency barrier of hers took the full brunt of the deities attack but her body is still trembling from the impact.

The god was strong. Stronger than most enemies. One body slam sent her almost flying backwards with enough force that it broke the earthen cage.

She picked herself in an instant. The damage was minimal but she can no longer trust in that defenses of hers. It's either dodge or die.

But the god was relentless. Soon it was back, from the above slamming on her. She had no choice but to roll away.

She needed to bring this down to close quarters combat.

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She was impressed but mostly disappointed. True, the thing was a god but it was weak compared to others. Tenebria would have killed her at that range. Havoc too, if the blasted thing could shut his mouth. Laughingstock would have laughed to her demise and the Nameless Foreign goddess would be greatly amused.

Cialo. You might have been a god once. But I've seen better.

The drop's impact might have created a new crater and the ground tremble with the sudden descent. A miniature earthquake. And yet, the woman stood was unfazed. Perhaps a bit injured judging by the blood dribbling down the corners of her mouth from internal injuries just from the shock alone but she is otherwise unperturbed.

She did not move far away. No, she got close. Up real close and real personal. She will stay all up in the god's grill just to survive.

My turn. And this time, I won't miss.

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F55HEW0p_400x400.jpgThe god came back up roaring. Soil and dirt rose form the ground, like miniature serpents, their earthen jaws aiming to take a bit off the woman. Twisting, turning, spinning. 

She was not fast. No, she was barely dodging the strikes. Always a hair's breadth away and yet not close enough.

That was all she needed to gauge the scale of her enemy. Minus the erratic changes in size, the god was faster than Palmer and Calypso, perhaps even with Comager. It was strong, stronger than the dragons she had fought, stronger than the larger beasts and abominations she had encountered.

But that was all there is to it.

The god was a brute. A fast and powerful one but still a brute.

The woman fights with skill and experience. She fights proactively, not reactively. She does not wait and react, she predicts and moves in time with her expected predictions. 

Brutes are always the easiest opponents.

Within a matter of seconds, a death-inducing window of time, the god was within her reach.

There was no sword in her hand, nor a spear. 

Only her fists.

Her first blow.

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