And so, we begin with the arrival of Wrath in the Realm of Mathos.
This entire fight will be a pivotal point in the story.
Hope you enjoy!
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[HellPlane of Mathos, Tower of the Blood Lord]
/An hour before Wrath learned of Caiera's fate/
Mathos was in his castle preparing himself for the near future ahead of him.
He was currently using his control over magic to create traps to reinforce the already greatly protected space between his realm and the entire Hellplane.
Mathos's eye's glowed an eerie bright red as he spoke ancient language. Purple lines weaved into existence merging into the fabric of his realm.
*Shwippppp*
Purple energy like whips lashed out and disappeared into the space as Mathos's hand moved at an extremely fast speed.
He then stopped his actions, seemingly satisfied.
*Ahawingg*
The sound of an animal either yawning or growling echoed out from behind Mathos.
He turned and looked behind him at a floating black spear, this spear had very weird and erratic aura coming from it.
The spear looked alive, as the body of it wiggled from time to time.
Mathos got up from his seated position and carefully walked over to the spear.
As he arrived near it on the bottom part of the spears blade, a fiery orange eye with a long black slit in it, opened up.
It gazed at Mathos, and Mathos at it, he rose his hand near it, and he began to rub softly like he loved it.
Which was kind of true in a weird, twisted sense.
The reason for such emotion was that this spear was linked to his very soul, and it has accompanied since his lowly ghoul days.
"Feed, Nasheri." Mathos whispered to the spear.
And the spear extended a black spike from the body of it that pieced his hand.
"Hmm." Mathos groaned in a sick delight.
Mathos closed his eyes as he thought of the weird black tentacle he got from that strange tall man.
He remembered consuming it and the process of it changing him and his spear.
This was the reason the spear had and eye, and it wiggled like it was alive, which in a sense it was.
Even though he had to feed it, Mathos thought it was worth it.
The power that he had received from the strange man has elevated Mathos's own power and even his spears.
But it was time gated, as he had to kill the man who was his prizes husband.
At first, he just shrugged it off when Caiera said he as the Breaker of Worlds, he proclaimed it didn't affect him.
But when the strange man said that this would be the pivotal fight of his life and it could very well threaten his own kingdom.
So, he has been preparing for the last few years since that man came here and took Cairea.
Mathos had to take it seriously, but he still doubted the warning in his heart.
I mean in his view he was all powerful, universes trembled at his name, and people killed themselves if they owed him.
After all, in his mind, he was God here and all other than him were nothing more than his toys, so Wrath would be no different.
And once he has won his fight, he would have his prize.
Smirking to himself, Mathos envisioned having his way with Caiera.
He was so caught up in his fantasies that he missed the crawling shadow in his red eyes.
Eventually he woke up and noticed that Nasheri was still eating his blood even though it was already full.
"Ok enough." Mathos spoke to his spear.
"GRuuu." Nasheri made a sound like it didn't want to stop, but it did, and it extended part shrunk back into its body.
Nasheri buzzed unhappy to stop feeding, making Mathos give a little grin.
He rubbed Nasheri's body again to comfort it.
"Good Girl, don't worry I will be feeding you again soon." Mathos whispered to the spear.
Nasheri throbbed in his hands giving of happiness, and Mathos smiled. Then he waved his left hand in the air making the space ripple.
Then he sent Nasheri into the ripple in space and out into the depths of his blood ocean that lay underneath his castle.
He watched as it sunk in the ocean.
Once it did, he sealed the space.
Then he went back to his work in preparation for the intruder, his prizes husband.
Mathos practically rolled his eyes when thinking of Wrath.
"It'll all be over soon."
Then he went over to a desk to study some magical formula he's created.
As he was about to though, the feeling of an insane amount of rage washed over him and his realm.
It got hot, like extremely hot.
It was as if the sun itself was right next to him.
Mathos got up, then he frowned.
He looked outside of his realm and saw an apocalyptic green storm approaching his realm space.
And he knew, "It is time then," he said.
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[OuterVoid]
/Before Mathos felt the rage wash over his realm, and during Arien talk with Wrath/
Outside of the hell plane, a certain chaotic individual had a very wide grin on his face as he saw the emotional turmoil on and inside of Wrath.
Nyarlathotep practically drooled from seeing Wrath's twisted face.
He really couldn't wait for this upcoming fight.
Nyarlathotep then decided to increase Wrath anger even more, he made the shadows crawl, and left Wrath hear his laughter in the background to infuriate him even more.
And it worked wonders to as,
"GRAHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!"
"YES, THIS IS WHAT I WANTED TO SEE, UNSEAL YOURSELF AND GIVE IN TO CHAOS!!!"
Nyarlathotep crazily exclaimed as he jumped up from his seated position as he felt and heard the roar of rage from Wrath.
He felt it all, the rage, the sadness, and the heat of Wrath.
Nyarlathotep felt all of it.
And he wanted it to. He wanted Wrath for himself, and all he needed to do now was to drive Wrath insane with his own rage and let him lose himself.
Then and only then can the next phase of his grand plan can begin.
"How much longer will you stay asleep brother;" He mocked as he watched Wrath fly towards the separate space that held Mathos and his realm.
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[HellPlane of Mathos]
*KRACKBOOOOOOOOOOOM*
"GRAHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!"
*BOOOOOOOOM*
The roar of rage from Wrath made the entire HellPlane freeze, and the green energy made the color of the realm bleed green.
*Cracklleeee*
All over the place green lighting struck the ground, destroying mountains, severing the ground upon which the inhabitants walked on.
A feral and rageful pressure pressed down on everything in the Hellplane.
Most things in this realm only felt the aftereffects of this pressure, but it was still enough to crush them into the ground.
But none other than the ruler of the realm felt most of this power and rage.
It locked onto his separate realm of space, his castle and him.
Mathos and his entire castle, even his ocean of blood shook from an insane pressure and roar from outside his realm.
His castle was trembling at the very source of their foundations.
And the man himself Mathos stood at the very top of his castle, on the red tower that absorbs the magic and blood in this place.
He stood armored up in his black armor and black cape waiting for his confrontation with Wrath.
As he waisted felt something wrong with his control over the entire hellplane as a whole.
Mathos felt his control over his HellPlane lessen from the sheer rage of Wrath power, it was only minimal part of it, but still it was a very serious problem.
If can't control it all then this fight will go on even longer than what he wanted.
It was like Wrath was a virus and he was eroding the nervous system of the host which was Mathos himself.
"Mhmmm." Mathos narrowed his eyes at this big problem.
If Wrath figured out this problem, then he could end up losing even more of his control and that was bad for him.
"Heh, heh, looks like this will be much harder than you thought oh great and Powerful Mathos." A mocking aged voice said.
"Today could be the day you are destroyed and all you have done to keep your rule, will amount to nothing more than the dust on your boots."
The same voice mocked Mathos over and over again.
Mathos was getting very annoyed with the voice, but he tried to ignore it so that he could prepare for his fight.
Now it would be unwise to say that Mathos was scared, and he wasn't, at least that is what his thoughts whispered to him.
But he had planned and prepared numerous things to drain Wrath's fierce onslaught.
Like the magical barriers that were between his home and the outside of his realm. Wrath would have to break through billions of barriers designed to slow him down.
At the same time, he would be bombarded with beams of death, curse and all other types of extremely powerful dark magic.
This was all for the opportune moment to slow and drain Wrath power and energy enough so that Mathos wouldn't have to exert himself even more than he wanted to.
But now his mind was seconded guessing his preparations.
And he almost decided to retreat, but the crawling shadows in his eyes, whispered things in his minds.
Making his pride hurt and egging him on.
It even went as far as to mock his obsession for Caiera, saying that he would never have her, and that she belongs to Wrath.
And this all succeeded in making Mathos give in to his lesser mind, or for a better description, chaos.
He gave into to his own mind's Chaotic thoughts.
The aged voice that was mocking Mathos went quiet as it sensed he wasn't even paying attention to it.
Instead, it just decided to sit back and watch the fall of a Hell Lord, or in its opinion a shit stain.
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Wrath in all of his rage flew through every domain of the HellPlane, and anything that was in his way was destroyed.
His skin was like the sun, as it was extremely hot to the touch.
But he paid no mind to that, and instead was focus on one thing only. And that was breaking through the weak barriers in front of him.
"You will not hold me back!" His voice boomed out as he literally punched the invisible barrier in front of him.
As his fist connected with the invisible space the green energy on his body swirled around his arm as he punched forward.
There was no explosion, no grand light show, just Wraths fist embedding into the hidden space, and the green energy invading the barrier.
*Crickk*
*Crackkk*
*PShhhhh*
It looked like a mirror had broken the way lines formed all across the sky in front of Wrath.
Not caring about this meaningless display, Wrath pushed forward into a separate space that blue in color.
It was like the void, all expanding and encompassing.
As he flew into the blue void Wrath could see dot of a multiple different colors in the distance.
There were thousands if not millions of them, but Wrath could see that with every foot he moved forward the light would get closer and closer to him.
That's when Wrath sensed foul magic at play all around him.
And no sooner did he think of that, did all of those lights in the distances shoot towards him, it fast, like extremely fast.
Fast beyond the speed of light and sound type of fast.
But Wrath just stood there looking at them approaching him.
Now he was not a magic crazed researcher, but he remembered how Wanda's magic was and all of what she could do.
Plus, she even gave him examples of different types of dark magic and curses.
And this piss poor of an excuse of an attempt to stall him, was just utterly pathetic.
This only processed to increase his anger even higher, as he this reminded him of Wanda and therefore, he thought of Caiera.
As he thought of her, the green energy on his body followed his wrathful emotions and it grew to the point it looked like that he was the human torch but green.
His remembrance was cut short as he heard a smooth mocking voice in the bombarded meant of attacks closing in on him.
"Ahhh, is this the famous World breaker that I heard so much about."
"Mhmmm, Caiera must have left out how ugly you were."
"KEKKEKEKE!!!"
The voice laughed and said, "But no matter, I deal with you soon, have fun with my little presents I so carefully crafted for you."
After the voice faded, the attacks reached Wraths area.
Hearing the voice of the man that had possibly ruined his wife, Wrath lost all common sense.
And he let out a bestial roar, the green energy on his body followed his example and exploded like a super nova.
"GRahhhhhhhh!!!"
*VRACKKKKBOOOOOOOOOOOM*
The sheer amount of power that came from Wrath destroyed all traces of the attacks Mathos so carefully made to slow and drain him.
And it even destroyed the separate space that was blue in its entirety.
Wrath stood in the darkness that replaced the blue void, he was surrounded in the same rageful green energy.
He looked up and saw the ocean of blood and the black castle in the distance.
The excess green energy all over the destroyed space flock back over to Wraths position and formed what looked to be a storm of above him.
Wrath's green eyes shined with a type of malice that couldn't be put in words as he saw the man on the red tower.
Said man had a smile on his face as he looked at Wrath, his entire position was very arrogant.
*Grrrrrr*
Wrath released a deep growl he said, "I want you to know, I'm going to take my time with you."
Mathos's eyes squinted as he heard this from his position.
Wrath continued saying, ""I want you to know...", Mathos's eyes narrowed as he felt the space around the realm destabilize.
"All of what you gained and created; I want you to know that I...."Wrath squatted as he spoke.
And then he leaped with all of his strength... *BOOOOOOOOM*
His leap shattered the already damaged space to point he caused spatial fractures opening up the realm of Mathos for all of the Hell Plane to see.
Wrath crossed the distance within a second, horrifying Mathos greatly as he crossed the opened void with nothing but brute strength.
His green eyes looking like torches as they began spewing out even more of the green energy, Wrath's voice boomed like thunder as he said, " WILL BREAK YOU AND YOUR FUCKING WORLD!!!"
And with his arms up above his head, Wrath clenched his fist and slammed down on Mathos like a sledgehammer.
*KrackkkkkBoooooom*
Like a nuke with off, the attack from Wrath blew the entire red tower into pieces.
While he did block at the very last second with a magic shield, the shield fractured and Mathos felt his ribs cave in as he was blasted directly into his castle walls.
*Thrummmm*
The black castle walls collapsed on top of Mathos as he was knocked into them.
Wrath stood in the air, the hotness of his rage smoldering in the air.
The green energy wrapping and storming around his entire body like hurricane.
As Wrath felt the energy in his body rushing like drums all throughout his body, he saw movement from the rumble of the castle walls.
*Crrickkk*
*thumm*
Mathos livid out of his mind removed the rubble of him with a blast of magic.
His dark red with a sickly black outline aura emerged on his skin, and he looked up to see Wrath just standing in the air and looking down on him.
"FUCKIING RETCH!!!!" Mathos screamed out in anger.
*BOOOOM*
The aura on him exploded outward and his flew up in the sky immediately attacking Wrath with a flurry of blows.
Mathos flung spells and horrid curses at Wrath.
Each one of those spells packed enough power to obliterate galaxies with ease.
Wrath on the other hand was either dodging or tanking them to the face. He just staired into the soul of the man who cause him such anger since his old teammates back on earth.
Wrath shook his head getting rid of that thought as he never fought or had any relationship with the avenger that he could remember.
Then he proceeded to duck under a black hole spell that Mathros just flung out casually, then he moved in close and with a punching using amplified with the green energy on his body.
He gave Mathros a mean gut punch, he even felt Mathros's organ moving as he embedded his right fist in his stomach.
*Bangggg*
This knocked Mathros through his castle, smashing walls, and just really causing massive damage to the castle.
*Booom*
"Urghh!" Creating a crater, Mathos moved extremely fast out of the way.
As,
*Thrummm*
Wrath's right knee smashed into the exact spot he was in.
"Come on, I really want to see you struggle for a while longer, but all you have done is just fight like a little child" Wrath spoke.
Mathos seething just said, "Oh, you want a fight."
"I'll give you a fucking fight!"
*BOoooooom*
As Mathros yelled that out, his aura flared like an explosion and an extremely powerful magic aura filled up the area.
It created a magical storm of untold proportions; his entire realm began shaking from his explosion of power.
Mathros waved his hands, and behind thousands of black fire balls appeared in the void.
Its power melted holes in the realm the size of bowls.
And Mathros looking crazed in the eyes launched every single one of them towards Wrath.
Wrath unmoved just punched and the force of his punch blew through every single one fo them, effectively erasing them.
As he did that though, he felt a pricking sensation from the lower side of his stomach, Wrath looked down and saw a pure silver short blade.
The blade shined with blue runes on it, and the edges were surrounded with a red sharp aura.
This blade didn't even go all the way in Wraths skin, it just went only a couple inches in like a needle.
"I hope you like the blade." Mathros's voice echoed from above Wrath.
Wrath looked up to see Mathros floating above him with his left arm stretched out telekinetically controlling the blade and grinning with a sickening smile.
As Mathos saw Wrath's unfazed face, he frowned and wondered why his cursed blade was not affecting him.
Then he thought that maybe the blade wasn't deep enough, so he pushed even harder.
But no matter how hard he pushed the blade, it wouldn't move an inch forward.
Wrath looked at the blade trying it's hardest to stab into him deeper with a somber look as he remembered that Arien told him of a blade that Mathros used to carve his name in his wife's body.
As Mathros saw the look on Wrath's face change from unfazed to a somber one he knew that already knew that Wrath recognized the blade.
And that out a very sick smile on his face, and said, "Ah, yes, you must have heard about this blade from one the ants outside."
Wrath was quiet, so Mathros took that as a sign to keep going, not knowing he was digging his own grave even deeper.
"I see, you must have heard what I had to do to our little mutual friend with this little cursed blade."
Mathros seeing that Wrath was still quiet kept going, but Wrath on the hand was still looking at the blade.
"It was truly a shame, really I never wanted to ruin such soft and beautiful skin, but that bitch defied me!"
Wrath hearing the last part of his words just completely zoned out, and he grabbed the blade with his left hand and said,
"My rage is beyond your petty little tricks!"
*Crackkkk*
He squeezed the blade and it cracked until,
*Crishhhhh*
The silver cursed blade broke into pieces, but Wrath kept one of the larger ones for one reason and one reason only.
Wrath looked at Mathros and said, "What you have I done, I will pay you back a thousand-fold right now."
And before Mathros could speak, Wrath blitzed directly in front of him and just hit Mathros with devastating haymaker.
*Bannng*
Wrath knocked the spit from Mathros's mouth, but thanks to Mathros's crazy regeneration thanks to his magic, he recovered.
But this made no difference to the onslaught Wrath was about to unleash on him. It only made these next few minutes of Mathros's life very horrible.
As he was knocked away, Mathros felt his body contract by some unknown force, he looked up in time to see a green energized fist smashing directly into his face.
*Boooom*
Wrath pulled him back again and it with a sharp jab to the throat, then a knee to the stomach, followed up with palm strike to the spine.
Wrath was moving so fast that it just looked as if he was standing still, and Matrhos didn't feel the effects until Wrath blasted him in the face with the green energy burning his face into a smoldering skull.
From afar it looked as if Mathros's body was on strings the way his body constricted and twisted form every hit of Wrath.
That last blast to his face sent him down into his realm's ocean of blood.
Causing a massive tidal wave of blood to stride all over the realm.
Wrath looked down waiting from his emergence, that's when his head twitched as he sensed something nearby looking at him.
"You can come out, spirit." Wrath spoke into the air while still keeping his eyes on the ocean of blood.
"Heh, seems that I really am old." The same aged voice from earlier jokingly spoke.
After it did, a white spirit or ghost appeared near Wrath, it was the form of an old man with a with a butler suit on.
He had grayish white hair that was slicked back, along with a singular eye glass piece on his left eye.
The man was smiling at Wrath, "what do you want spirit, I'm busy." Wrath spoke in a calm voice, while still looking at the blood.
The old man simply smiled and didn't care about Wrath's shortness with him.
"My old self only wanted to tell you of something that would cause that shit stain a great amount of pain and anger." he said to Wrath who curiously turned to him.
"Oh, and what would that be...Mr." Wrath asked him.
The old man smiled and waved his hand as he said, "Names aren't important, I just want you to know what the most painful thing that you could do to him."
"And what is that? Wrath asked curiously.
"Take his throne from him, that will break his spirit in ways you can't even imagine." The old man said.
"All his life he has been obsessed with being the ruler of this Hell, and he has done a lot of things to stay in power."
"You take that away from him, and then well he'd go insane." the old smiled as he spoke.
Wrath still looking at the now bubbling ocean of blood nodded his head, then he asked, "and how should I go about doing this?"
The old man said, "Laddy, you have already been doing that since your first outburst of power, if you feel how the realm is looking at you then you'll understand how."
Wrath raised an eyebrow at his words, he looked at the old man and said, "who are you?"
"Heh," The old man chuckled a little.
"I'm no one important, just a man that wants to see that piece of shit loose it all and die in agony."
"Also call him a ghoul as he used to be one of those and had a really rough time when was trying to gain power."
Wrath nodded as he felt a surge of power coming from the depths of the ocean of blood.
The old man seeing Wrath look away said, "Laddy, if I may ask, could you release me."
"I've been here for too long for me to even remember, I'm tired."
Wrath looked at him and with a little smirk he said, "Sure former Hell Lord."
The old man looked at Wrath in shock and just shook his head.
Wrath then looked at him and spoke. " Are you ready?"
The old man looked around the realm and with a smile he said, "yeah, I am."
Wrath then softly burned away his soul from the castle.
As the man turned into crystal dust like particles, he gave Wrath one last look and said, "Hey kid, before you kill that shit stain, say Lucien sends his regards."
Wrath nodded, then the old man just gave into his final death, and he disappeared.
Right after that, the ocean of blood exploded, and an enraged roar came from all sides of the realm.
"RAHHHHHHHHH!!"
Wrath turned back around to see Mathros standing with a black spear in his right arm looking absolutely pissed off.
Wrath just said, "You ready to get serious now, little Ghoul."
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