Thread: In the Name of the Almighty - Chronicles of the Past (Razgriz x Karameida)

Ares Unknown Ares' chest heaved as the last vestiges of his energy started to leave him it would seem, indeed, that the two of them had tied. He was not aware of how long they'd been like this, only that something deep inside him had been let loose. And as much as his body enjoyed the experience...Even now, his soul screamed at him to shatter her, to cleave her apart and let her blood rain down. Only when the Goddess cast him out did he regain full control of his faculties...Or at least, more control than what he had. Giving a low snarl, he picked up his axe, his physical body rejuvenated but his energy reserves heavily depleted. Cursed creature...I will return, and I will TAKE YOUR HEAD! Ares bellowed madly she was beyond his reach for now, but he would get stronger. Then come back and kill her for shaming him. His trusted steed walked up to his side, letting out a snort as it nudged his arm. We leave now, Ruin he said lowly, slinging the massive weapon behind his back before mounting the red-grey horse. And with a loud whinny, Ruin reared up before breaking into full gallop, its flaming hooves carrying both mount and master out and away from the destroyed planet. Its surface forever barren from the battle of titans. As the years went on, Ares would carry out his destructive rampage, slaughtering entire systems by the billions. Except now, that odd hunger which had consumed him would surface. At first, it was a small annoyance he would ignore, but at certain points it would become unbearable and he would attempt to ravage the nearest female. His strength, however, ensured that next to none of his 'partners' survived the encounter and when mortals failed, he would go after other deities. Male or female, it did not matter, so long as the burning in his groin was sated...And for a time, it worked out. However, the weight of his ire drove his bloodlust and lust for pleasure to extremes, so much so that it was starting to tear his body apart. And on one planet, it would come to a head. The last of the divinities fell before him, his body covered in massive fracture patterns such was the unknown problem of his existence. The weight of his lust and wrath were starting to battle and conflict with each other, and only after did he cleave the bastard's head off did he finally fall. Screams of agony ripped from his throat, his body convulsing as both extreme love and extreme hate vied for control. He needed a release, else he would not survive this. And as the pain wracked his body, the only thing he could think of was that damned Nanaja...It was her fault, she was why he was like this! Forcing himself to stand, the ground broke beneath him. His weight so unbearable that even the ground he stood on began to crumble and cave, his teeth bared in a pained grimace. Damn you...DAMN YOU...DAMN YOOOOOOOOOOOOOU!! That last bestial howl seemed to warp the atmosphere, his chest thrown outward as he bellowed to the heavens, his energy spiraling out of control as he tried to force out his desire for pleasure. Lightning striking all around him with unmatched fury, tearing the planet's shell in chunks with each bolt that crashed down. NANAJA!!! I REJECT WHAT YOU HAVE DONE TO ME! YOUR INFLUENCE WILL HOLD POWER OVER ME NO LONGEEEEER!!!! And just as he screamed that phrase, a last fork of lightning crashed on top of him, the ground cracking and boiling even more beneath his feet. The total might of the storm's fury reddening his flesh, what little could be seen showing the mountainous male seeming to split in two inside the column of pure electrical energy. And just as it began, it ended. The storm slowly peetered out, the spot where the rider had been standing now a smoking crater. His flesh stunk of its burns, sizzling sounds from the cooler air rapidly drying his skin and vaporizing the moisture. His breathing was heavy, erratic, and harsh...But he felt, well, normal. Was it the pain of his anger and the strike that finally broke him free? His bright red eyes looked around, before seeing a dark blob that wasn't there before. Grabbing his weapon, its form having resumed the sword it once was, he gave it a small poke but it was not responsive. Giving a small snort of derision, he just muttered as he looked over himself, It matters not...The curse seems to be broken. Ruin! There is nothing here! Let us go! And only when the raging warrior took his leave did anything happen. The amorphous blob barely began to take shape, its consciousness barely there as it formed into the body of a svelte, nubile woman. Her shoulder-length hair midnight black and mussed. Her eyes just as dark, even the whites themselves, and her skin pale as the moon that lay in the sky over this dead world. Laying nude and alone on the ravaged planet. It felt...Disconnected, confused. Like this wasn't how it was supposed to be. Memories that raced through its mind felt alien, like it had experienced them but they did not belong. Just then, an alluring voice spoke, Well now...Who'd have expected him to toss such a lovely facet of himself aside? The unnamed woman turned her head, seeing a rather ominous shadowy figure standing before her. Who was this, and what did it want? Well...Far be it from me to turn away such a delightful creature. Come on, my dear... the figure stated, holding a hand out and finishing with, There is so much for you to learn...Hehehe.