War of the Portal - Part 4
20 - “The Gods”
The King of the Portal panted as he raised his head slowly, angry at the hidden spell of protective power that that man had used against him. Heat and smoke dropped as he looked at the strange power at his right. Turning to face his right, he looked at the three huge figures standing before the hole, slow yet seemingly familiar. His eyes widened as tens of thousands of ancient memories flooded in his head; memories that needed to be forgotten.
The Gods stood before their carving of a huge tower that soared to the heavens. They smiled at their work, for it was pure. The Tower of Light would soar to the holy heavens for those who believed their lives were complete.
“The Gods do not exist any longer!” spat the King as he stared at the Lord of Ancients.
“They will always exist within are hearts!” roared the Lord, “If you wish to believe they were not a part of our lives, then leave this world forever!”
“If God did not exist, it would be necessary to invite him.” The King of the Portal rephrased a line that he remembered from so long ago. So it was done; the Power of Sacrifice had finally brought the Gods into this world. It was the foolish Ancient’s fault, that stubborn Stamper. If only he knew what sort of mess the world had been brought into now…
The group looked at the huge so called ‘Gods’ that had suddenly appeared.
“What do you mean…by Gods?” RedCircle appeared to be in state of shock, like everyone else.
“The Gods,” said an awed Alkador in a monotonous voice, “are the ones rumoured to have departed the world so long ago. It was so great, that it caused a rift between Ancients and Submissions to this day.”
“What are you talking about?” Qwoxyl turned his head to the boy.
“When the Gods left this world, the relationship between submissions and the Ancients tore them apart. That is why all the ancients hid or died. The remaining Ancients managed to seal the submissions into their Portal and that was the end of their huge war. The submissions have resurfaced to take back the world they once wished to rule!”
One of the Gods glanced to the small group and waved his hand before them in a circular motion. Gigantic balls of flames wrapped the frozen submissions on the ground, making them combust instantaneously. The thousands of wingless submissions that were pouring into the world were instantly vaporised by a single wave of the God’s hand. It was obvious that the Gods were a force far stronger than anyone could ever imagine.
“Who are they?” asked Denvish, “I mean, do they have names?”
“Their names,” said Carmel, “are Tom, Wade and James.”
“Why are they here though?” Marcus said as he bit the fingernail of his thumb in nervousness.
“Stamper,” SCD was thinking; “did he summon them?”
“Possibly,” thought Recon, “we’ll never know.”
The King of the Portal screamed in rage as his sound rippled through the world. He looked at the small group, determined to the destroy them.
“I’ve had enough of this!” he roared; “You will die now!”
He focused the energy of all his warmth into his hand until it became unbearable. He pointed his right palm at the group that continued to look at the Gods like an exhibition piece. Screaming, he fired his beam which appeared like a whiplash of the sun. It flew at enormous speed and no one could turn their heads in time before the gigantic pools of liquid flame exploded before them, tearing and slashing where it could hit solid. The King gasped as he felt the solid was a power of protection and at once, he stared to Tom, who stood in front of the other two Gods.
“You’re battle is with us,” he said in Ancient tongue; “not them.”
The King screamed as he roared at the top of his lungs. “Surgite!”
“What the hell does that mean?” SK said as Alkador took a single step back.
“It means ‘Rise’,” he said, “but as to what, I have no effing idea.”
The world suddenly shook as the King of the Portal turned as white as the sun. The Gods blinked, taking a single step back, as if knowing what they were up against. The world became silent for a fraction of a second, until millions of black winged submissions blasted from the hole, soaring upwards to wrap themselves as a protective cacoon for the King. They took shape of a two legged figure with two arms and a spiked tail, the head growing red gigantic eyes. They were like bees surrounding their own queen. The figure solidified, forming the outlines of the King himself at a size as big of the Gods. The monster of millions raised its right arm as a trident of submissions poured into its place and the creature levitated onto the ground directly behind the hole. The group looked in terror at the strange figure that appeared as massive as the Gods, a power they could not bear to match. It seemed that the Gods could take care of all things from here forth.
