Atlas was pinned; explosions and lasers raining down on all sides. His suit and body being torn and damaged by malicious bolts of energy. He, however, was blind to it all. He had lost everything. His fellow heroes, gone. Gunned down by the invader's weapons when they charged to protect the planet. His parents, home, and all the rest of life on his planet were all dead when the planet he was raised and grew up on exploded.
It was all because of them. Andras and his invaders killed them all.
Atlas became slowly more aware of the world around him. The hoards of the invaders blasting him with their ships, the pain he felt from their weapons, and the mothership containing the reason for all of this suffering, Andras!
"What will you do now Atlas?" taunted a projection of his foe "They're all dead, and there was nothing you could do about it!"
He was going to kill them.
All of them.
They deserved it, lord knows they deserved it, how many planets would they target after his? How many planets had already fallen to Andras's goons?
Atlas readied himself for one last battle, cracking his knuckles in anticipation of the destruction he would bring upon these monsters!
"You're all dead!" With this cry he charged at the armada of ships in his way, he charged at the one who had brought destruction upon his people, he charged at Andras!
His fists tore through the ships of his enemies, their blood splattered as they charged at him, determined to wipe him from existence, they failed.
They used their advanced technology to lock him away, an attempt to keep him from slaughtering the rest of their army, they failed, his anger fueling him as he tore through the shields, his cape fluttering behind him.
They tried to use their wormhole technology to send him away, to isolate him in the vastness of space. They failed, rage filled his heart and face as he tore through their machines, their feeble attempts to stop the consequence of their actions.
After weeks of constant battle, Atlas had decimated the armada, he had killed, slaughtered, and smashed his way to Andras, who was now on the floor, terrified. Atlas stood over him, coated in the blood of thousands, his cape torn and battered, his suit and body not much better. Breathing heavily from injuries sustained from the battle, he glared at Andras, the source of it all.
Andras looked upon this battered, bruised, injured, and incomparably angry man, he saw his doom.
Andras saw carnage incarnate, standing over him, fist raised, ready to strike. The fist came down.
"Wait! Please! Spare me!" spouted Andras, in a feeble attempt to cling to life.
The fist faltered, and Andras saw the light, maybe he could live! He could escape!
Atlas faltered at this pathetic being at his feet, his fist stopped, waiting in the air.
"Yes! Thank you!" clamored the cancerous creature "You won't regret this!"
Atlas thought back to his friends! His family! His planet! The fist resumed it's downward path, this time imbued with the weight of the pain felt by Atlas as he had his whole life torn from him, unable to do anything but watch.
Blood splattered, Andras was dead.
Atlas was the Executioner! The Avenger of his people! But most importantly, he was alone.
No longer distracted by his revenge, his chest heaved, tears crawled down his face as he remembered the loss of all that he had known.
He drifted through space his amber eyes dull, lost of purpose.
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-elsewhere-
A knight hurried into a grand hall, lined with extravagant decorations and glowing magical lamps hung high on the walls.
He knelt at the foot of a throne occupied by a tall, portly man with an immaculate white beard and moustache. On the head of this man was a crown, laden with jewels.
"Your Majesty! the summoning ritual is ready!" reported the knight with a measured tone, indicative of the difference in position between him and the man he was addressing.
"Very good!" chuckled the king, turning, he barked at a young blonde woman standing next to his throne. "Daughter! Commence with the summoning!"
This woman is known as Ashia Ferkland, The princess of the Ferkland kingdom. She stepped down from her position next to the throne and slowly walked towards the knight. "Lead the way." she said with a sweet voice and soothing smile that didn't reach her eyes. "Let us go forth to summon our new hero."
The Princess arrived at the summoning hall and surveilled the array on the floor, glowing an ominous red and leaking energy with enormous power, indicating the amount of magic that has been used to power the array.
"Her Highness has arrived! Commence with the summoning!" commanded the knight that had escorted The Princess into the hall. At his call, the power being emitted by the array fluctuated then redoubled as a tear in space was created, crossing the bounds between dimensions to acquire the finest specimen there for the Kingdom to label as its "Hero"
Princess Ashia watched all this from a raised platform, thinking back to her role in the summoning. She was to play the part of the distraught princess and attach the otherworlder to their kingdom through all the means available to her. An excellent military asset at the expense of a political marriage was a price her father was willing to pay.
As the array started glowing brighter and brighter, a figure started to appear, bathed in light.
BAM!
An explosive force was created and dust cascaded forming a smokescreen, obscuring the otherworlder from view.
Princess Ashia, who was ready for this, readied herself, morphing her expression into one of a damsel in distress. Records of previous heroes had told her that they were very susceptible to grand gestures of justice and flattery, doing all they could to 'protect the weak', and 'help the innocent'.
The dust began to dissipate and she caught sight of the would be hero, he was tall, with heroic features and a strong build paired with jet black hair and piercing amber eyes. She hadn't expected someone so handsome, she might enjoy her task. However, he was clad in a strange garment, a skin tight white suit with red highlights and a big letter A on the front. He also had a flowing red cape clasped to his collar billowing behind him. All in all it was a dramatic figure.
However her perusing of her new toy was stopped when he looked at her. A pressure was felt by all in the summoning hall. Oppressive pressure, the type a mouse feels when a snake stares it down, ready to kill. It was only then did she notice the tell-tale signs of battle on his figure. The torn arms of the suit, leaving naught but rags after his elbows, holes and gashes in the body and the liberal coating of blood.
This man was not one to be trifled with.
Then, the otherworlder, champion of another universe spoke. His voice reverberating around the hall.
"What is this place?"
None dared to move.
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( ノ ^o^)ノHowdy gang! New author here, trying out writing stuff after having an idea pop into my head. enjoy! or don't i'm not the police. Please comment if you have any ideas for the future, Aight bye!
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