The coils of time, space and undying pleasure of humanity came to be known by the underlying force gravitation. Keeping the bodies of mankind tied to the surface of its home, Earth. The black surface of space revealed the true face of the cosmos, a singular focal point of contorting and twisting reality materialized high above Trinity citys center. The orbit of Earth was now home to a selective white whole spurting out a being of pure indulging excellence, shaggy neck length black hair floated from the lack of gravitation and mass it held within the cradle of the Gods above. Midnight black pupils hone in on the disgusting rubbish of life Trinity held, a vast portion of the economy high in might while another in the shadow of empty fame. Built upon nothing more than the foundation of undying popularity, it was now a target of mass destruction and revolution. A black tie flailed slowly and peacefully while wrapped around the folded collar of a white dress shirt. A black sliming suit jacket gained the same nature, before long it was the right of the unknown being that pointed to Trinity from the skies above. His gaze had enough of the sight, it satisfied his true intent. Murderous aura poured from his very soul, the initial plan to wipe away the essence of Trinity and its founders was suddenly initiated. A circling aura of visible gravity and CE was ignited upon the tip of the beings outstretched index finger, the roaring force of destruction the being called forth and manipulated surged violently and nearly uncontrollably into a small marble sized orb. The stars of the distant space behind the being were warped and misshaped as the light curved around the charging focal point, matter of any kind began to be consumed by the mini focal point, within the small vicinity it held under its powerful grasp. A sort of static like charge also ran the diameter of the orb before it reduced it size once more, to that of a pebble. Lips of almost certain deceit canvased empty space with words that could not be heard, the drop of the tongue and all was black. Midnight dropped over the skies above and the orb launched into a singular beam not even the width of a penny, the sheer velocity of the force was enough to source the ultimate destruction of Trinity. Without hesitation the beam reach its terminal speed at 670,616,629 mph matching that of the light Trinity received from the sun. Thus came impact. Within the time span of the beam hitting the shields of Trinity above, a Godlike brutality and unimaginably huge shock wave roared outwards and claimed the lives of all living outside the now jeopardized safety of Trinity. Its matter and stability ripped apart with extreme force, that of a project black hole was launched the amount of clustered gravitons and insane force of gravity was more than enough to rip a through the shields of Trinity and reach the citys base. The wicked winds of Trinitys air swirled around the digging impact rapidly before suddenly the circling cloud of swept dust and random material branched outwards and took the shape of Trinitys domed shields. The force upon the shields so great they began to metaphorically and literally burst at the seam, contort and vibrating until the physical manifestation of any energy that sourced the protection shattered upon the shock of the upcoming explosion. Following the shock wave, a pure ocean of searing flames roared from the head of the once existing Black Estate in the heart of Trinity, the streets swept with such immense heat those caught in the ocean were seared to the very bone. Some even molded and melted to the streets, colossal walls of fire designated impact of the beam from high above. Suddenly all was calm, the fire dissipated and left the burned in scars along the streets and buildings of Trinity. Shards of glass, and metal were pierced through trees and cars. Humans and other flesh bound entities were seared to dust, the lucky ones still burning of their own accord. Trinity was standing, but in a very crippled state. Within moments of the smoke filling the now exposed airs of Trinity the being who was responsible landed gentle steps upon the soil of Trinitys new historical monument, The crater of the Estate. Im here for war, If you are still standing. Come to me. Salire. Despair, the Hierarchy of God. The being dressed in a slimming black suit gathered the sight of what was left before turning to watch a building of small stature completely topple over into the next, soon reducing them both to a smoldering pile of rubble. Running rampant the streets were with those who survived in stable enough foundations, the destructive force of the now recognized being Fate Turalthirum arrogantly ignored them. His eyes on the prize of the heads, his Italian accent was the dead give away of his identity. Soulless expressions and gazes made for the immediate guarantee he was here for the blood of the Black Family. White tipped bangs flailed in the duality of the air, its calm yet forceful nature made it a home like trance for Fate. Nothing but time, until the rest arrived. //Closed and intended for Kira Black Johna Black Darkn Black Artemis Black Syren Black and others of direct blood. Direct challenge to the Black Familia.
Posted on: Thu, 07 Aug 2014 03:13:49 +0000
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