[The sea is consoling Goliath]
Doom!
Aron was pushed down hard as Goliath's head drove the immortal down to the bottom. The sea grew darker and darker as they kept sinking.
'It's getting dense...' he thought, as his body was gradually getting crushed from the water pressure alone. He could hold his breath, but he was getting squeezed more and more. A flicker of doubt crossed his mind with karma this low, even surviving felt uncertain.
He gripped his fist tightly, ready to hit. He wouldn't harm the beast—the child in front of its own mother. That was the last thing he would do. But he needed to calm the Goliath for now. '...Charge.'
[Error]
'Figures…' he thought, as he stretched his hand up, ready to elbow its giant nose.
DOOM!
The beast felt the pounding force, splitting both of them. Aron would swim up, but Goliath would take the advantage again, trying to drown him down. His golden eyes gazed at the beast, its giant body and blue eyes looking at him. Its spiky fins bleeping blue.
Aron knew that signal; it was the infamous intimidation signal which cornered all sea monsters alike, saying back off or… die. A signal of the alpha.
He opened his mouth, controlling his throat, churning out a language not human. "An alpha, slave to the Olympians? Why do you help them? Tell me, Goliath," he asked. The echo reached the beast. He had lost some air there, but he was curious himself. One of the guardians of this planet turned slave to petty bastards of the gods.
[Oxygen: 85%⬇️]
The beast puffed bubbles from its nostrils. Its glowing eyes grained deep as it opened its mouth, not to speak but for something more devastating while sucking in the water from around. Goliath was not just huge, not just a guardian; he was also a ruler, child of the mother sea and the rightful ruler of its depths.
Aron seemed to forget that while a blast of compressed water was shot at him. The same blast which had knocked his plane forty-two thousand feet above. And he felt that power in the whim of a millisecond. Aron was fast, but not fast in the water, and he faced the blast of water head-on.
[Opponent has high natural karma value in comparison to the host]
[Critical hit received]
Aron was blown away, his arms-which he used to block the blast showing red. His sleeves were utterly ruined. The shearing pain, he felt it, even after his unusually high constitution stats. The beast made him bleed. That was Goliath.
'And here I thought you would listen,' he thought. He was great with animals and beasts alike, the same as Adam. But something was wrong; he could smell it. He didn't want to lose his breath, but he needed to converse.
"Calm down, Goliat—" he voiced, but its large tail came slapping him outright, blowing him away as the friction from the water alone grilled him a bit.
[Critical hit received]
[Notification]
[One of your heralds sings your praise and asks for your blessing.]
.
.
A few minutes earlier, above the sea where fire and sea collided, Khorn had already released her miracle. Her karma had already dropped down but during their fight, She had seen the sigils on the trident earlier—no mere half-blood could wield such a weapon. He was strong, reaching the level of a true blood.
"Shield," she beckoned, seeing the trident knocking on her head. The flame much weaker than before. The fire which was listening to her now responded less and less.
"You also used it, didn't you," Julius said, piercing his trident deeper and deeper into the fiery shield. "You heralds, on the brink of extinction. Why do you resist? Just..."
They were nudging tight on their reach and connection with their element, but in the end he had the upper hand—the sea with him.
"...let the world be ours and die already."
Khorn saw the trident, as she blocked it with the spear and her shield. She knew then what she should do, what she should have done much sooner. Connecting her soul deeply with her lord.
[Herald's prayer is connecting with the host.]
She concentrated a ball of fire right between them. He knew what she was trying to do. "You gonna make it explode? I am still close," he said.
"I will show you why we are still here, still thriving… explosion."
BOOM!!!
The concentrated ball of fire bloomed, blowing away both of them, the demigod crashing onto his pet beasts and she right onto the plane, destroying the surface and falling inside.
The crash shook the plane while Peter felt it as well. he ripped his knife from Hermes' half-blood bastard, blood spilling from the edge of his lips. His yellow eyes losing that glow.
"y..you," he gasped, grabbing Peter's hand. "My father… he will kill you… all." He finally said, finally flopping on his back.
Peter was breathing heavily, blood still flowing from his shoulder as the adrenaline finally slowed down. Reality finally dawned on him. He had killed a demigod. It should have been impossible. But he did it.
Silence fell. The smell of blood hung thick. His ears rang from the chaos.
He looked for the pilot as his vision was gradually turning dim with his consciousness.
"What? That pathetic loser died?" A voice came from his back.
Peter knew that was not the voice of the old man. He slowly turned, seeing the one who was fighting Lady Khorn. Before him, the old man already ripped in half. 'I didn't even see him coming, and he killed the pilot in mere seconds,' Peter thought.
Julius wiped his bloody arm, his damaged armor morphing back again. His nasty burnt face was visible, half of his jawline gone from that explosion. He walked to Peter slowly.
Step.
Peter's eyes were on the old man, on that corpse. The life he was trying to save from the very start. Gone.
Step.
With the trident in his hand, he walked past him like he was just a bug. And maybe he was. He wasn't. Even Peter didn't know.
Julius saw the dying son of hermes—the slave he never wanted but had just for some fun. He had thought the son of Hermes would be useful, but no. He turned pathetic like all the others.
"No wonder champions are only born from the big three," he commented, crouching down with his hands on the chest of the near-dead corpse, taking back what he had given and more.
Peter walked to the pilot—the innocent man who was just doing his job, now lifeless. It was like that. The coldness. The coldness was present in all the demigods. Why? Why couldn't they just live a normal life? Why did they have to chase power to such extremes? Why did they have to sacrifice the innocent, doing anything they wanted without giving a damn?
"...Why?" he asked.
Julius turned to Peter, his face now slowly healing, taking all the karma from the corpse. His divinity gradually rose more and more. "What the fuck did you say?"
Peter turned to him. Eye to eye. Blue meeting blue. "Why is it that you lot kill so unhesitantly? Why do you wreak chaos so willingly?"
Julius cracked his neck, his divinity finally coming back in full power. "So you are the naive one my baby boy Theo was talking about.
The answer is very, very… very simple.You humans are just weak.
I want to ask you the same question. why persist when you know you lot are nothing more than mere insects?" he replied.
Peter felt his heart burn, listening to the maniac before him. He already knew it, but now he understood. "You hungry mongrels are beyond hel—" he muttered, but was cut off as his throat was suddenly held by the bastard of Poseidon.
"Here I thought I would make you my next slave. But che. Che che. Moral compass, humanity's greatest weakness. I see that you are filled with it. Useless, utterly useless," he said, squeezing his neck tighter.
We are beyond your understanding, human. We are the makers and protectors and the destroyers of this world. You bugs wouldn't even survive a single calamity without our help. So don't talk big to me."
Peter had nothing to say as his feet left the ground. He had already bled enough. His consciousness was fading more and more.
Kachik!
A spear came, right through the middle of his chest. The spear itself burned like light itself. Julius felt it—the spear was on the verge of explosion. So he dropped the man and took out the spear like it was light work, throwing it away.
BOOM!!
He turned to the culprit at hand, his blue eyes seeing the woman who should be down, exhausted with karma and divinity.
From the hole on the surface, Khorn was back. Different. Much, much different. Her body was wreathed in burning fire like the sun as the flames rose high from her body.
"Round two, Cunt." she said.