Gibbit Beel… a Luminarian who shares blood with the amphibious people of Colossaverse II. He is a deity born within the Era of Peace just like many others. Having lived a lot of his life within the confines of Luminaria. Gibbit became someone who naturally longed to know about the other side of his heritage. The one that was foreign to his home Colossaverse and its clans. This led him to go about studying any out of everything he could ever know about the Amphibious Empire. He would go on and on about its majesty and people, bragging to any who would listen. Even constantly bombarding his parents with questions on the place and its rich culture. This was always due to him having the ideal within his mind that nothing could compare to the knowledge you gain from one who has lived what you wish to study. Of course, he studied the ways of his people from the Amphibious Empire whilst his parents had actually lived within it. Their knowledge was truly a marvel to behold in his eyes. And yes, even his mother who reigns from Luminaria lived within the second Colossaverse for quite some time before returning home to conceive Gibbit. Though she always says there's no place like Amphibiott-Omega, which is the true name for the Amphibious Empire.
Morease on the other hand is a full blooded Luminarian carrying the ancestral properties of his elemental great ancestor. They were amongst those who migrated over to join Luminaria during its earlier years within the Peace Era. This is why someone born with so much light could end up with an odd element like White Earth. Morease was proud of his heritage but grew up to be someone who is very soft spoken and likes to keep to himself most of the time. He was always lingering in the shadows no matter where he found himself. Whether it be with friends, family, strangers, business acquaintances, etcetera. It didn't matter who it was, nor what they meant to him. The boy was always lingering back and observing those around him. And while most would view this as an upsetting way for a deity of high caliber to present themselves. It actually helped him manage to gain mastery over quite the techniques, including Mental Zenchi. Something we'll all come to witness soon enough. This lingering, super-introvert nature would only last until the day he came into contact with a God named Gibbit.
These two would become the best of friends almost immediately. Their loathe for highly social moments is what brought them together. Their love for the culture and the way people embrace it is what made them close. They'd go about training with one another day in and day out. Bringing the other one step closer to the levels of strength one deems as necessary to be seen as a powerhouse. That way, they can freely go about the cosmos without ever needing anyone to worry about them or their safety. And due to their introvert ways, though Gibbit had always been a little eccentric and openly dramatic in his approach. Regardless, both were seen as shadows of benevolence in the eyes of the Luminarians. Though that would all change when someone of a darkened background came into the picture. Revealing TRUTH to both of these deities who still had yet to truly gain ambition needed to seek out something greater for themselves. Ripe pickings to be used as grand fighters who will one day help break the so-called "False Balance" we see slightly crumbling today. Such is where their journey with the Untold TRUTH began. Despite their good nature and introverted ways. There was something that helped push them to this decision without the need for corruption at the hands of Billiam A.K.A, Baby Beel.
After years of serving the Untold alongside many other Beel House members. They now find themselves back home and fighting to make it worse rather than make it a safe haven for all. It was this despicable act and nature that helped guide them to their awkward position today. One where they do battle against fellow aristocrats from the longest leading House within the history of Luminaria. The House of Murdicc and two of its princes lead in this defensive assault on these two traitors. As for what makes it awkward, well you tell me how one would be able to simply sit there on the losing end of a fight that YOU started. And that's exactly where Gibbit now finds himself. Laid down, face first into the dirt and asphalt below. Blowing up air bubbles within a large puddle of blood. Blood that spews from the heinous- no, grievous cut that now bared itself deep into the torso of Gibbit. Morease and the others sat above him, feeling his pulse and essence going more and more faint with each passing moment.
Morease: "I-I can't believe it! Someone with as much skill as Gibbit could be taken down so easily!?"
Dwayne: "It would seem so. Guess all that skill mattahs not when dealing with a superior being such as my brothah and his Ancient Soul."
Morease: "Tch!!"
Beeso: "Is thou not the best companion of sir Gibbit?"
Morease: "Hm!? What're you getting at?"
Beeso: *sigh* "Seems buffoonery and molasses in brain perception is quite common."
Morease: "WHAT!?"
Dwayne: "PFFFT! Are you going to allow my brothah to cook you at such high temperatures, mate?"
Morease: "Tch, just say what you have to say."
*twitch* *TWITCH*
Beeso: "Ah, t'is the perfect of timings. Look there, ignorant swine formally known as Morease."
Morease: "Man, you two are irritating, little twits! Now then… HRMN!? (He's moving after a strike like that!?)"
Dwayne: "Ah, well would you look at that.
*step* *step*
All three warriors and their clones look down upon a tattered body that should have long since given out within this battle. Blood dripped down into the puddle below from their hands and chest. Slight moans of agony and frustration spewed from their mouth at a constant. A large helping of blood lust simply fueled the groans, making them come more frequently. He would go on to stagger and stumble as he took steps forward. Glaring at the likes of Beeso who could only bring about a face of pure pity. They stare at one another until the God below stumbles back into the floor. Only to be caught by his own clone in the process.
Clone Gibbit: "I guess it's about that time, huh Gibbit?"
Gibbit: "Tch, as much as I hate relying on this technique, I have no choice, gibbit. Do it!"
Clone Gibbit: "Rogah that, mate!" *Pat* *PAT*
Beeso: "Hm!?"
Morease: "Mrhmn? (He's actually going to do that?!)"
Dwayne: "What in the…"
Everyone present watched as Gibbit's essence shot up as if he transformed into his Clan Form. Only it wasn't that, it was the likes of Gibbit taking full advantage of his Cloning ability. Even going as far as to summon a large cocoon made of large layers of plants. It surrounded him completely as his clone slowly fused to his body. Once encased, their body begins to morph and change in ways befitting a full on evolution. This short process left the cocoon glowing like a star. Beeso floated down to the ground a few feet away from the cocoon itself. Looking onward to see what will be unveiled from the phenomenon that Gibbit has created. Dwayne and Morease postponed their fighting to see it as well. Watching as the light within grew brighter and brighter. Releasing even more essence as it grew along with intent from within. After many moments of watching this constant flow, the cocoon proceeds to crack multiple times over. Bursting with light as it opens up. Blowing up in the process, releasing a tower of light into the cosmos above. Everyone on the battlefield and even in the upper layers of space could see this light and feel who's power it was.
Abiketh: "Hmm… how interesting. Gibbit is evolving." *GRP*
Berixan: "D-Damn… (I can't break free from this bahstard!)"
Triharty: "Hmph, how interesting. Gibbit chose to use that technique, eh?"
Doc-Martin: "Seems your side has quite a few trump cards. But…"
Zolib'Omen: "It might not play out the way he hopes, that's for sure."
Triharty: "Hmm… (Is that boy with the sword really that powerful?)"
Shiishii: "Heh, spectacular essence he's got going on."
Morris: "Mhm… (Gibbit.)"
The pillar of light dispered and from it came a new form for Gibbit. He took on the appearance of a frogman with Shinobi descent. He was now more than eight feet tall with a more slender build. His massive scarf-like wrap covered his face and a portion of his chest and shoulders. His arms and legs were covered in blackened, forest green armor. It was lined with a crystal white pattern that made it stick out more. Each piece of armor, and even his shoulders and chest were engraved with green, glowing orbs. His eyes were absent from any pupil's, but flowed an eerie green as he walked forward to face Beeso. His hair had become shaved on the sides to form a messy, spiked Mohawk with large bangs hanging down his face. The likes of his replica Corte Divino had become a thin, long katana that sat on his waist.
Beeso: "Thine transformation is quite befitting of thee."
Gibbit: "Hmph! Just be aware that I still hold my clan form in pocket, swine."
Power Scale Level: 46.5(Merger Level)
Birthright: Clones
Elements: Light; Nature
Study: Vat of Clones
Age: 15,021
Beeso: "T'is of no consequence. They would be wise to concern thyself with what lies ahead."
Gibbit: "Ahead- *PEW* NRGH!?"
*TIINGG*
Beeso and Gibbit clash weapons in the midst of their conversation. Beeso still has yet to unsheathe his blade even now. This infuriates Gibbit even more now that he's even more powerful. He vanishes, leaving behind a small cloud of smoke. Once it dispersed, Beeso found himself surrounded by trees that stretched for miles. Dwayne and Morease couldn't believe their eyes. Gibbit could now manipulate his essence at high volumes with acute precision. He vanished from tree to tree, leaping about at speeds well beyond light itself. He turned into a blitzing laser that could enter the tree from any coordinate one is placed. And come out of any other tree located within this forest.
Beeso: "Hmph, thine technique is fine indeed. Heh! Symphony de La Cinque!"
Beeso spread his Presence using his Birthright as a catalyst. He could now see into Gibbit's intent as well as his techniques. Viewing into the very essence fibers that contribute to the structure of each and every tree sitting before him. In the meantime, Meiliem was busy trampling over the triplets. She countered each and every technique that could throw out. Out pacing them with little to no effort as she separates the three. Lizellynn was the first one she would go after in her quake. She launches a swift kick to the chin of Lizellynn. Lizellynn manages to keep from being sent flying. She then has to regain her footing to avoid another flurry from Meiliem.
Lizellynn: "Lizelluxx, Lizelloaa! Gathah!!!"
Lizelluxx: "Ga-AH-Ah-ahhhh… NRGH! Easiah said than done!"
Lizelloaa: "Quit your bellyaching, sissy. Let's go and back her up, yeah?!" *PEW*
Lizelluxx: "Right!" *PEW*
The two rush forward to assist their sister in combat. Meiliem smashes her fist into the gut of Lizellynn, forcing her body to go into a flash of shock. The following overhead left strike sent her flying. Lizelloaa and Lizelluxx went about firing large beams of light at Meiliem. But they had forgotten she held control over all things white. She took command of their attacks and turned them into balls. Ball that would soon be wrapped around her fists. Lizelluxx and Lizelloaa were stunned for a second before leaping back into action. Meiliem shot after both with a flurry of random strikes at an attempt to force them into defensive maneuvers. Each strike came at speeds they couldn't dodge without being grazed a dozen times over. So they did just as she assumed they would, they went into defensive positions and blocked any strike that came close to striking them while ignoring the others. Meiliem studied their movements and patterns before all the white was knocked off of her hands. She stopped suddenly and smiled at them both.
Meiliem: "I've already caught wind of your little abilities girls. The way you dodge, your natural patterns, habits, even the way you use essence. Tuh, even that little trick you do when turning your targeted body parts into gas then separating it to form a perfect hole. The one where my fists go right through it. I've learned it all!"
Lizelluxx: "Tch, I doubt it!!"
Lizelloaa: "Let's take her down already. She isn't the only one getting used to her opponent's abilities!!"
Meiliem: "HEH!!" *PEW*
Meiliem rushes in once more and purposely places herself in between the two sisters. Both proceed to throw their strikes with a relentless level of tenacity and pressure. Enough to force Meiliem on the defensive for a bit of time. With this bit of time, it became the perfect amount to stall her until Lizellynn could rejoin. The three of them together swarmed Meiliem like a team of wasps trying to sting their victim until they're dead and long gone. Meiliem could only smile at the sight of their attempts to overtake her. She blocked any strikes that was going to make contact with her. While she turned her face and body in the same direction as any strikes that came close. Giving off the illusion that they were landing strikes. She even went as far as to form physical bubbles that would replicate the same feel as making contact with the body and face. The triplets were being played for fools whilst trying their best to subdue Meiliem.
Meiliem: "I guess it's high time I finish this before you manage anything more than you already have!"
Lizelluxx: "As if we'd allow such a thing!"
Lizellynn: "That won't be happening!"
Lizelloaa: "We already have you pinned, what could you even manage, you bore!"
Meiliem: "How laughable!"
All three: "WHAT!?"
Meiliem dodged three strikes coming from her right, then grabbed hold of Lizelloaa's arm. An elbow blew her back before a rousing uppercut to the chin sent her flying. Lizelluxx and Lizellynn were perplexed by the sudden shift, and with that small distraction came a nasty backhand that sent Lizellynn flying back. Lizelluxx manages to counter a few strikes before being kicked in the face. Followed by two hooks to her jaw that scrambled her brain and consciousness. As her body dropped a bit, a mighty kick to her ribcage sent her flying into one of the few remaining super mountains that remained within the Beel's territory. Meiliem used her control of white to plug a string to all of them. She tugged on them and reeled them all in until they smashed into one another. Laying on the floor at her feet.
Meiliem: "Now then, it's time to put you three down, sadly. Prepare for my White Bubble Destroyer!"
Mackey: "The Triplets of Illuma are in trouble!"
Sammy: "NRGH… wish we could help. But our damn hands are full!"
Maeli: "Tch, that's the same problem everyone has currently!"
Nubia: "Hmm…"
Amera: "Is something wrong, Nubia?"
Ju'Mosi: "Hm?! (What's this overwhelming pressure I suddenly feel!?)"
Drake: "Gah, I can barely keep focus under such pressure!"
Luke: "Hmph, who's causing this??"
Nubia: "Tuh, I'll be right back!" *PEW*
Amera: "Woah, Nubia where are you going! (Wait… when did she get so fast!?)"
Nubia: (I can't believe I'll have to show off my true strength and identity within the Devojinns ranks.) "Ah, oh well!" *fwssss*
Percival: (We can't very well allow three pivotal members to go down. We've already lost enough.) "Hey Dawn, I'm going to go and assist them-
Dawn: "Hm… what's the mattah with you- HRNGH!?"
Diane: "Ah… so there really was another Knight here, eh?"
Maliik: "Heh, y'see mate, I told you. Your side won't get ahead without facing walls such as this. Immovable walls that will never faltah, undah any pressure whatsoevah, yeah?"
Billiam's: "Tssk… (just who in the verse managed to make so many contingencies for my plans!? They have a membah ready for every unique membah I possess within my ranks!!)"
Everyone now looked onward to see a massive ball of darkness heading towards Meiliem and the triplets. It turned into flames of the Purgatory Variety(Black) as it closed in. Meiliem was preparing to launch her attack at point-blank range, leaving the three sisters no chance of escaping, nor surviving. It was a checkmate situation for them, or at least that's what one would expect if not for the oncoming interference that was about to take place.
Meiliem: "T'was an honour, and I'm sorry I have to do this. But for my family and my brothah's family… I'll do ANYTHING." *WOOSH*
She started to put her arm into motion, bringing her cataclysmic attack right along with it. Just then.
*PEWWW*... *POW*
A speeding beam of darkness knocked the attack away before it could go off. Wrapping it in Zenchi to force the ball into submission until it was far enough to safely detonate. It exited the clan completely and flew far enough away that the clan would be completely unharmed. It then blew up, stretching as wise as two whole clans in length, width, height, and brightness. For it now looked like a bright new star in the making as it continues to expand and dissipate within the empty void of space. As Meiliem stared at her own attack, she's interrupted by the silhouette of the perpetrator themselves. It looked as though it was a young goddess draped in the fine cloth of a block cape within golden stitching. The young lady looked to be a little under six feet tall in height. Her hair was covered by an extra large, black, female sun hat. A stiff one at that that held a white feather at the top. It was the feather of the Devojinns home beast rep, the Black Sunbathed Eagle-King species. It's tail feathers are said to carry natural Dark Essence within and bring misfortune to those that oppose the wearer of the feather. Which is why the species has such a high survival rate. But anyway, the explosion behind the new combatant finally disappeared and the glare of golden tinged, red eyes met with Meiliem. A massive amount of black essence spewed from around them with a large helping of bloodlust to boot.
Meiliem: "And just who in the hell are you-
???: "I am the Black to your White."
Meiliem: "Hrmn!?"
Lizelitte: "Thank goodness that one made it in time. But to believe she would be here to help us!"
Rebecca: "Who in the verse is she, Lizzy!?"
Lizelitte: "Well Becca, I'm surprised it isn't obvious to you… She's-
???: "I am known as the Fourth Generation Black Knight of Devojinns. I've come here to face you, White Knight of Luminaria!!"
Meiliem: "The… Black Knight!? But I know this essence, are you telling me that a brat like you is the same as me, eh… NUBIA!?"
Mackey: "Nubia!?"
Sammy: "No…
Maeli: "Focking…
Billiard: "Way, bruv."
Kenphelin: "Heh, I knew I sensed something odd from her once I took in Merlin all the way. But THIS!? How interesting indeed."
Noel: "Hm… (That powerful at only sixteen years old? She reminds me of Xeno and Dannadise!) Heh!" *smirk*
Nubia: "Heh, of course I am. But I'm something even greatah than you!"
Power Scale Level: 62.5(True Knight Level/Unsealed)
Birthrights: Chaos; Black
Elements: Strife; Darkness
Study: None
Age: 16
Meiliem: "WHAT!?"
Nubia: "For you may be the Fourth Generation White Knight. But you see Meiliem… I am…
The Strific Black Knight!!"
The change within Gibbit, the change within Beeso, and even the change within Meiliem. All signs of the pressures from this Civil War. Now we have the awakening of the next Black Knight within the Third Generation Strife Goddess, Nubia. How will these changes affect the tides of the Luminarian Civil War!?
Salt King: "Heh… yet another influx in power within Luminaria. Heh, I'll be there REAL soon, my son! Gehahhahaaaa, just six more minuutes!!"
Next Chapter: Battle of the Rebellious
and the Corrupted Knights!!
Pt I.