"The Crimson window left the cosmos soaked in bloody chaos while the Radiant glory bathed it in divine Flames."
Both My life and peace was fragmented to see power and safety taken away during its final stretch of peace. I want to be the one to bring it the people for them self but the Radiant prophet enslaves us and because it there a second spirit residing within me. It past memories, strengths and guidance when it fought during the Chaos War.
A sprit holder is what were called. People that carrier the dead within us a second soul in way that we can channel there power allowing to use there gifts and powers to shape all things. The Spirit I hold is an Abomination of desolation, it had basked my memories with its own showing me a blacked sky raining blood and ink like tar pouring from the fragmented gaps in the sky for natural disasters to Illuminating a dying cosmos for a instant just for only a black sun eclipses block it out a battlefield where trillions upon trillions of corpses that where lied out for death to reap there souls.
From I can only see from the beast own sight choking a young woman wearing sleek heavy armor that has been critically damaged pieces falling off into the mud and bloody soil. She gasping for air while she try to cut off the beasts arm over and over with broken end of her blade but no wounds could be derived to the beast only just for snap to roars across the battlefield the woman lifeless body hits the mud.
The beast sets it sight on the last living person resting on there side burred in the mud and blood only for dozens of demonic hands to merged underneath them holding them in place. Grabbing the last warrior by the neck with one of there multiple arms it could see part of the warriors gaze for only there right eye was visible there visor had been damaged during the battle. The beast ripping off the entire face plate exposing the man face the beast makes a sinister chuckle. "It's only matter of time!"
Before it could continue there was bright flash of light filled the entire battlefield blinding all, when John recovers his sight he looks around and the beast was gone he could only to see that he has been impaled by an large angelic golden spear piercing thought his entire gut disemboweling the beast. This is what killed my spirit a being of cosmic and celestial origins dawned in red and gold armor with two large sun like halos one on its head the other on its back, a burning aura of fire and sun circles them in radiant light that eclipse gods and eldritch horrors into cinder and Ash. It was if the birth of everything has behind radiant golden wings that spans the entire sky solar feathers falling off and burning and regrowing the land as it looms over. The sky was Illuminated in radiant light, darkness and shadow now gone. The heavenly sun has now arrived and with it Metatron has now brings the light and GLORY of the divine golden throne behind it.
Driving the spear further with the heel of his foot the pain was overwhelmed but Metatron's voice alone was enough to overpower it the terror and fear washes both the beast and John. A voice that surpasses his beyond comprehension it has the tone of a father bearing it rage at there own son for there actions. "You are a disappointment, society will never accept you white rider!" It pushes the rest of the spear with his foot slamming John into to the ground his entire body burred in the mud, dirt and blood. The scythe of death now press on Johns neck.
Blood flowed like a river from his wounds and mouth still holding the spear, the beast speaks out in a weaken voice. "Why do you scorn me Metatron?!" His vision stared to fade as death was ready to clam him for the wounds would be imposable to heal even with his abilities. The only it could do was make sentences or action before it death maybe both. Metatron opens there hand as flames of light and solar energy engulfed the battlefield consuming all thing while departing land and sky itself. The flames in Metatron's hand molded them self into a angelic golden sword with a burning radiant edge like hot metal on the blade it guard was white and gold wings with the sun in it center hilt.
The beast left go of the spear raising his and manifested a multiple barrier's and a line of black and red lighting shot from his other hand. In front of him made of different energies as well different types of anti energy placing one In front of the other but it was pointless for when Metatron made a single trust of his blade and managed to burned thought all of the barriers with no effort not even the blade itself it passed thought as if it was like air. His heart was pierced and at the same time he was engulfed in white and golden flames killing him whole slowly burning his corpse into ash the pain of it flames the shaving at his flesh and muscles felt like he was being not just skinned alive on at hot bowling pan but at the same time he was being drowned in scolding water. He could yell, scream or make one word of thought he could turn to ash. As he ashes blow in the inflamed cosmos Metatron say one thing. "I will be watching you kin of God-crest."
Know and understanding you spirit is a thing spirit holders should now to channel and understand there power as they grant power that witness before me.