Vyraak slammed into the body of the Celestial, a great Seraphim with ten thousand wings, he alone was organizing the entire host of Angels to take countless universes, and the scales of Vyraak exploded into flames as the perverse heat emerging from the body of the Seraphim was shredding his body to nothingness, despite the protection of his scales that could withstand the power of destruction. The shape of the Seraphim was almost impossible to describe by any lesser-dimensional being, but Vyraak, bolstered by his madness and his ascent to the eighth-dimensional level could see enough of what this Celestial was like. Roughly humanoid, it had ten thousand wings that appeared to be much too small for a body of its size; each wing was made from solid light. The Seraphim had no legs, simply an amorphous cloud of shifting light, and his head appeared more like it was crafted out of white metal, with eyes that were too large and multifaceted, appearing like the eyes of a massive insect. His lips were a cruel line across his imperious face, and even while frozen in place, the dragon could see that the features of the Seraphim almost appeared to be bored and annoyed. Despite the massive size of Vyraak that defied meaning, when he launched his body at the Seraphim, he seemed to shrink, his body not even covering ten percent of the Seraphim’s gigantic form whose blazing power seemed at the edge of bursting out of the crushing hold of the dragon. The size difference was a display of the bloodline superiority that existed between the Seraphim and Vyraak. A bridge that even his genius and sacrifice could not breach. 𝒇𝓻𝓮𝓮𝙬𝙚𝒃𝒏𝓸𝙫𝒆𝙡.𝓬𝓸𝒎 Even if Vyraak could easily kill off a Chaos Blood, this was because most of the so-called children of Primordial Chaos were simply massively produced off-shoots that the Primordial made simply to destabilize the state of reality and did not focus much of his powers into their bloodlines, except for the true Children of Chaos that were able to break past the shackles of their bloodline and assume more of Primordial Chaos bloodline, the rest were simply more powerful variants of immortals with mysterious bloodline gifts. Although it would not be an inconvenience for Primordial Chaos to create more powerful servants, he simply could not, and this was because Primordial Chaos was chained down in the Gates of Oblivion, unable to affect reality as much as the other Primordials. For the Seraphim, their bloodlines were blessed with the powers of Primordial Light, and even though a Seraphim was equivalent to a sixth-dimensional immortal, the weight of his presence was almost equal to that of Vyraak. With such massive potential behind his every action, the Seraphim was always fighting against the restraints of the dragon. He could not do much with the imposition of a greater Will, Fate and Destiny suppressing his every action, but his Memories held the true glow of Primordial Light, and that was a power that nothing could hold back, and the only weakness to this power came from the Seraphim, it was a struggle but he was finally able to let that power shine through him; he could barely bring out a percent of the Memory of that light, but it was enough to burn Vyraak and slowly loosen the chains bounding him. The heat from the light of the Seraphim was strange because it was not supposed to be hot with the particular visible wavelength that was being emitted, but under the power of the Seraphim, light could become whatever he willed it. Vyraak roared, the pain of having his body eroded under the invasive power of light furthering his madness, as he turned into a frenzy of claws and teeth. Hundreds of the Seraphim’s wings were torn from their body as the dragon became a meat grinder, and the blood of the Angel burning hotter than anything in the lower realm and much of the higher realm bathed the dragon. Vyraak roared in pain as the blood from the Angel evaporated all of his flesh, leaving his gleaming bones behind, but it was a good thing that he did not need his flesh to survive or to kill. He was Will incarnate. The lack of flesh on his bones seemed to awaken the mind of Vyraak, which was being devoured by madness and the call of death, showing him that he still had lots of targets left and if he was focused on dispatching his target one at a time, he would not survive long enough to see it completed. The Dragon had never fought a Seraphim before, and even with his advantage, he had underestimated the power of these Celestials; he could not simply kill them off in the short amount of time allotted to him if he still fought like an animal. Vyraak called upon Gravity. This was the first stirring of power he had felt as a mortal that took him all the way to a seventh-dimensional immortal, and now at the eighth, old instinct took over his mind, and he wielded his power over Gravity, not as an immortal, but as a mortal, it was all that his mind was capable of doing. However, with his present powers, his range was vast. Continue reading at freewebnovel Calling upon every destroyed star in his world, every crushed world, every shattered black hole, and the countless other heavenly bodies that had once made his universe a home, he pulled them towards him, and as they zoomed toward his position, faster than light, they tore through the bodies of the Celestials and Chaos Blood that had escaped his grasp, killing most of them in the process, since every single piece of debris hurtling towards him had his Will, and his rage and madness flowed through the atom in every stone or flaming plasma. Their death was quick yet it was still equally horrifying as he made sure that their souls suffered the maximum amount of pain that he could inflict upon them. The dragon roared as he invested his power of Gravity into his bones, and he grew a billion times heavier, and then with his mind becoming a bit clearer under the weight of his bones, he weaved his Gravitational powers like a scalpel, and his long sinuous tail was injected with a hundred streams of fine gravitational tethers, he separated those streams using precise measurement until they were sharper than a blade. With a burst of Will his single tail separated into a hundred, each sharper than any blade, and all coated with intense Gravitational forces that shattered reality for countless miles. His hundred tails were raised up and they extended like a hundred spears, and because his tails were twice as long as his entire body when he pushed it forward towards the Seraphim, they pierced through the body of the Angel, emerging from his back and shredding dozens of wings in the process, in mere moments Vyraak’s tail had plunged into the body of the Seraphim, thousands of times, and this was just one aspect of his attacks as his teeth and claws had never stopped savaging the Angel. He could feel the core of the Seraphim deep inside of it like a massive star, and that would be his prize, this would be the culmination of his rage. The eyes of the Seraphim glowed bright, anger filling them, pain was nothing to an Angel of its rank, but its body was of Light, and this desecration against its sanctity was an affront to all that was sacred. In the distance, the Seraphim could sense all the broken light of all of his Host, and already he could feel their souls returning to the Primordial Light. The dragon could crush the Souls of the Chaos Bloods, but not the Celestials, his bloodline was not worthy of such a feat. Knowing that he would kneel on the Altar of Absolution as penance for many eons because of the sacrilege he was about to commit, the Seraphim pulled upon the souls of his Host, and they streamed towards his body. In that instant, this entire space lit up for countless light years as the ravaged body of the Seraphim became a beacon for all the souls and light of every dead Celestial, and as they streamed into his body, his injuries, despite being frozen under the domain of Vyraak began to heal, and his size was expanding, and if Vyraak was a tenth of his size before, now he was rapidly becoming an ant. Not to be outdone, the dragon still held onto the Gravitation tethers that he had used to call upon every fragment of his destroyed universe firmly in his Will, and as they tore through what was left on this field of slaughter, they zoomed towards his body, and with the remnants of his universe, Vyraak began to create a new body, and like the Seraphim, he also began to expand in size.