Creation War. 4
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In the Battle field and in the firmament the forces of creation continue to battle, ships firing at those that would try and enter the new plane. On the ground warriors fight each other many Seraphims having grown in size giants in this realm continue to fight for their High Lord, even through the rage. the Fallen Host empowered by their new realm are able to match their ungodly strength. Zeus and his army fight these giant Seraphim and even draws from their new realm to grow in height causing the speck to tremble and volcanoes to erupt as they continue to struggle.
Quetzalcoatl and his brothers fight over a chaotic primal sea reminiscent to the Cosmic Foam, his flagship fighting the last remaining Behemoth some having fallen into the sea forcing Quetzalcoatl to follow them into the murky bottom. The Behemoths roaring celestial fire boils the primordial sea as it fires at its pursuers. The Behemoth cannot hide not in this realm Quetzalcoatl and his brethren can feel it hiding the surrounding speaking out to it's creators informing them of it's location. The ship fires it's celestial fires to their enemy finally weakening it, Quetzalcoatl and a few decide to disembark and deliver the death strike to the monster and are fire from their ship covered in their armor as they pull out their celestial created weapons. The Behemoth is swarmed by the smaller host creation as they climb upon it's body as they stab deep into it's body one among them gets to close in an attempt to reach it's head and pays for it. The Behemoth snaps it fanged mouth as it bites barely managing to take a lake, the Warrior's leg caught between it's teeth and gums has no choice but to severe his own leg or risk being consumed or roasted by the celestial fire. Quetzalcoatl shoots forward to grab his fellow officer, Tezcatlipoca. The Behemoth reaching out to bite them nearly misses them and instead fires it's celestial fire forcing Quetzalcoatl to weave while carrying Tezcatlipoca to reach the surface. As Quetzalcoatl flies out of the sea he is greeted by the close reaching star its rays invigorating him as he feels the power of this realm strengthening him and his warriors, confidently Quetzalcoatl turns to face the Celestial fires as he draws from the star's rays into himself and forms a light shield like never before as the celestial fire flies out of the bubbling sea announcing its arrival. The fire slams into his shield as it washes over harmlessly unable to harm the fallen host.
Quetzalcoatl staring down sees the Behemoth break the surface as it roars and falling over dead as his army swarm over it's hide and scream in victory. They are stronger here like never before, his ship rises from the primordial sea as water rains off from it's surface back into the ocean. His men look up as their armor shift and changes allowing them to fly and join their brothers in the sky, others having starting to master this realm grow wings made of light as the knowledge is past among each other and their newly acquired link to one another and the realm.
In the far ends of the speck is a battered and broken ship half buried inside what will come to be known as snow, large mountains erupt some made of ice and others of rock. Out of the broken ship leads a weathered warrior, the General named Odin-El having lost an eye in the crash. his white beard matching the ground around him as he leads his warriors into the battlefield.
Another Ship arrives to face them hovering over the Mountain Range as they deploy their forces for ground battle, Odin-El giving the order through his newly acquired bond orders his downed ship to open fire. His ship half buried and those few remaining operating the controls fire on the unsuspecting ship who assume it is no longer a threat, the down ship fires even though have buried, it's rear canon fire celestial fire slamming into the hovering ship forcing it down.
Odin-El and his Warriors bear witness to the horrifying site of the Seraphim whose presents in this realm alters them changing them into grotesque ungodly creatures. Their appearance change some becoming giants covered in white fur, others turning into large beast on all fours as they snarl at the crew of the flagship of Asgard.
Odin-El: stand fast!
do not fear them!
This is our realm now, they are less then us.
The enraged Seraphim army march through the snow covered battlefield as their sheer size of their giant seraphim's blots out the Sun, one of them howls by some primal force, snarling as he stairs at his enemies. So far away from the Shamayim that they have forgotten themselves or perhaps sharing a link with the behemoth has corrupted or consumed them, it matters not for this is war.
Both forces run at each other The Fallen Host and the various Seraphims, from giants, beast, or those who manage to retain themselves clashing blades and shields. The Asgardians firing using their various weapons indiscriminately against the abomination before them in hopes of taking them down.
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