Nexus Saga: Chapter 2

Ebross

Part I.

Chapter 2: Namek in Limbo.

Darkness. That was all ebross could see. Unlike before, however, their were no stars to line the horizon, no stellar bodies to light his way. He really had no clue what was going on. He had seen those children gathered around the tire swing, and moments later they had attacked him. Ebross remembers back to what one of them had sai ‘You’re not supposed to be here!’ What did that mean? Where else was he supposed to be? The older being, the one ebross had recognized as a Jidiajin had done some weird technique, and now ebross found him here. But where was it? He discovered that he was in fact floating, gravity being null in whatever place he was. He could neither see or feel land or objects near him.

“HelllOOOOOO!” ebross yells, once again finding himself completely alone. No one answers him. Far into the distance, ebross hears a skittering, almost as if a rat is scurrying across a tiled floor. Even before the namekian is sure he has really heard it, it is gone. He turns towards where he thinks the sound came from, trying to pierce the darkness with his eyes, and fails. Just as he begins to dismiss the noise as a figment of his imagination, he hears it again. This time, however, behind him. Ebross turns, his heart leaping in his chest in fear. He gasps, his breath sticking in his throat. This was truly freaking him out. “Who’s out there!” Ebross’ voice gains an air of authority, that truly, he doesn’t feel. In response to his query, the scuttling increases in its proximity and locations. In front of him, behind him, and on both sides he hears the scuttling arise, and then all around him.

“No...no...nononono” ebross’ voice quivers even more after each subsequent negative, eventually getting to the point where he is nothing but a mumbling mess, his hands grasping his ears as if to block out the noise of the approaching menace, whatever it may be. Even through his hands, he hears the noise, as if it is somewhere within his mind. “NOOOO!” ebross screams a final time, no longer able to take the fear that has gripped his heart and paralyzed his body. His single arm lashes out to the right, bursting with an intense energy born from his fear and hatred for whatever was stalking him. The blast of energy that poured from within his body and soul illuminated whatever domain he was in. The energy pours out to the right, washing over perhaps the most fearsome and disgusting beast the Namekian has ever seen. The word ‘Soul Eater’ comes to mind, as ebross considers the beasts that are gathered around him. Dozens, no.. hundreds of 8 legged arachnids cease in their tracks as the energy illuminates the nearby area. Each of them sports a single horn which exits from the front of their face, curling upwards almost as if to protect their eyes. Twin mandibles can be seen chittering out of their mouths, large sideways teeth that look to be able to easily rip a man, or namekian asunder. Each of their legs is covered in a weird furry cilia, the tips of each leg adorned with a 6 inch spiked hoof looking thing. In addition, each can be seen sporting a thin forked tail, which waves like a banner in the wind. They were horrid, fearsome, and if their visages gave any quarter to the truth, deadly.

The energy that ebross was emitting washed over the beast to his side, it’s screams quickly filling the air. All too soon, the namekian felt himself and his energy drained, and dropped his now weary arm to his side, breathing a ragged few gulps of air. He assumed it would be his last, but that single wave of energy had taken everything out of him, he couldn’t even summon the courage to feel fear. He stares out in an emotion that could only be described as apathy as the Soul Eaters begin moving towards him once again, slowly, as a shark who circles his prey does. He was about to die, and each soul within whatever hell he had found himself knew it...

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Chapter 2. Continued.

The light from the namekian’s frightened attacks fades in the next few moments, leaving him once again in stark and utter darkness. Ebross knew he had the ability to get out of this situation, the means. But for the life of him, which was exactly what was at stake, he could remember nothing of those skills. “Some one help me...” ebross whispers, as if a final prayer to the gods, a last ditch hope that something or someone would aid him, stall his last moments for just a while longer.

His salvation comes in a form that neither he, nor anyone would have probably guessed in a million years. A loud popping, and the smell of brimstone a moment later invades his senses. “Ebross? Ebross the Beast of the 4th gate?” A voice, husky and dark slides through the darkness and into the namekians ear. It passes through with the smoothness of satin, and the sting of a stiff drink. Ebross wanted to cringe, as if hearing nails on a chalkboard, but for some reason, he finds the invisible voice... alluring, like a ripe berry in the forest. May it be sustenance, or perhaps poison doesn’t matter. The only thing that mattered was the temptation to pick and consume it.

“Wh..who... is it?” Ebross asks, knowing the weakness in his voice is evident, the stammering giving away his fear. Ebross can somehow FEEL this new arrival, almost as if he can sense his soul, see his energy force. That was a little disconcerting to the namekian. “Who is it!” ebross says once more, this time demanding more than asking. Moments had passed with no answer, until their came a single sound. It was the sound of 2 fingers rubbing against each other quickly, and ending with a loud pop, a snap. As soon as the sound rises, things begin to change. Light begins to spread from a small point, its epicenter being the new arrival’s fingers. In a moment it has stretched hundreds of yards in every direction, and before the namekian can draw his next breath the entire horizon is illuminated.

“Ebross... yes, it is you.” The beast before the Namekian says. “You’ve changed...” The demon, which is what Ebross recognizes the being as. Twin horns rise on each side of its head, great wings are furled behind its back, its red skin is potmarked by black and grey lines that ran the length of its form. The demon, who ebross was sure he had never seen before, begins a slow rotation around the Namekian, levitating around him until he was once more resting in the spot he had appeared in. “Indeed... What has happened to your body? It’s weak.... as is your spirit... And its... eck... Its... pure?” In the next second, a ball of energy grows from the demon’s hand. “Who the @#%$ are you?” The demon demands, the ball of energy gaining strength, but not size, quickly.

The Namekian’s eyes widen in surprise. He looks around at the soul eaters. For a few moments they had slunk back from Ebross and the demon, but with this new development they were beginning to bristle and inch closer slowly. Ebross’ hands move up quickly. “Look, man... I am Ebross, but I don’t know you. I don’t know anything, oh God, please don’t kill me.”

The demon’s eyes jerk open even wider, red hot flames striking from his pupil. “YOU DARE SAY THAT NAME BEFORE A LEGIONNAIRE OF THE FALLEN!” The voice seems to come from everywhere, and nowhere at the same time. It seems to be coming from both the demon’s open mouth, and within the Namekian’s head. At that moment, Ebross realized that speaking to a Demon about God was probably not the best course of action; especially to this demon since he seemed to be taking it pretty damn hard.

Ebross’ body begins to shudder, and he quickly throws his one good arm before him, as if to hide behind it. In the next minute, a thundering roar begins to reverberate across whatever hell ebross had found himself in. It continues for a few moments, beginning to change frequency and skip every few seconds. The namekian, confused, opens his eyes to see the demon grasping his gut, almost as if in pain. The warrior’s head was thrown back, jerking in spasms...

He was laughing...