The Final Battle Begins

Mica walked across the battleground as John engaged with their common enemy. Her eyes scanned the people as they gathered on the sidelines as they watched the battle that would determine their fate. Mica noticed that the leaders of the group seemed to be various women as they were at the head of the group of people. Huh. All women, eh? Abyssals and humans together, as well? Either John Newman is very progressive or he’s having sex with all of them. Probably the latter.

“Who are you?! And why is the Lich King fighting Lord Brighton?!” yelled a very confused Miho as she pointed her finger at Mica. Mica brushed aside the finger pointed at her as she stepped towards the women who were on edge by her presence.

“My name is Mictecacihuatl, but you can call me Mica for short,” Mica explained to the group of women who had gathered around her.

“Wait, I know that name...” Raina said as she pondered where she had heard that name before. Then it hit her: “That’s the ancient South American god of ****!” she exclaimed.

“That is correct. I am the representation of that being,” Mica told the group that had gathered around her. “I am a part of Lady ****, the being that created me. I am but one part of her and do her bidding. That is why I’m here,” the goddess of **** told John’s confidants.

“Ok, but who is that!” Miho once again asked.

“That,” Mica began without even turning around, “is John Newman.” Every single person’s jaw dropped when they heard the ethereal woman speak those words. They all knew John Newman and he looked nothing like that of the monster that currently fought the head of the Order of the Golden Rose.

“Bullshit,” uttered Mikuru.

“I understand your doubts, but he has been imbued with a portion of Lady ****’s power. He could very well be the most powerful being in the Abyss at the moment. He shall do my mother’s bidding and dispose of the threat to all living creatures,” Mica told the women.

“And you expect John Newman to give this power back once he has done...your mother’s bidding?” asked Raina.

“It doesn’t matter if he wants to or not, the power will dissipate over time. My mother will not allow a second Lord Brighton to arise. Gaia’s plans for them have already strayed from her original goal but they still maintain a certain semblance of peace throughout the Abyss. As long as the balance of life and **** is maintained, we do not interfere. But Lord Brighton has disrupted that balance more and more to the point where my mother decided direct intervention was necessary and John Newman’s **** provided a means to an end. He will correct this imbalance and then be returned to his normal self.” As soon as Mica finished her explanation she turned to watch the battle between the enhanced John Newman and Lord Brighton.

Frostmourne deflected Lord Brighton’s blade once again with his right hand as his left hand once again grabbed Moira’s hammer and used it to throw her back. A swarm of ghouls quickly descended upon the fallen Warden. Moira felt the vile creatures claw and tear at her armor as Moira recovered from John’s counter to her attack.

“Filthy creatures! Your existence is an affront to the Lady herself!” growled Moira as she summoned a wave of holy energy that radiated from her body into the ghouls that surrounded her. The undead creatures howled in pain as they disintegrated from contact with the wave of holy energy. Moira quickly got up and prepared herself to rejoin the battle against the transformed John Newman when she heard **** screams behind her. Moira turned her head to see her troops being torn apart by the undead horde that John had created from the remains of her fellow Order soldiers as well as John’s own men.

Moira looked back at her father and John, their blades let out repeated clangs as the two weapons continuously came into contact with each other. While Moira knew her father was one of the strongest warriors around, there was a hint of doubt that he could beat this **** God John had become. At the same time, however, her eyes wandered back to her troops who she knew would not be able to overcome their enemies without a strong leader like herself or her father leading them. The young Warden was torn between who to help, her father who had raised her, or her troops who expected her to protect and lead them. I’m sorry, father, but our followers need me. I believe in you and know you can beat whatever abomination John Newman has become. With her mind made up, Moira turned away from her father’s battle and rushed towards the Order troops.

“Around me, men! We will drive these undead beasts back to Hell!” she roared to her troops to rally them to her side.

John could not help but smile as his blade effortlessly met every strike Lord Brighton attempted in his effort to strike down the powerful new mage. The power he received from Lady **** truly was astonishing. In their initial fight, John was outclassed in every category. In that fight, Lord Brighton was faster, stronger, and wiser than he ever was. But now, it felt like Lord Brighton was moving slower than he was. John could easily make out what attack the head of the Order was about to perform, which let John prepare to counter it before the man was halfway through his swing. His strength, which once made it near impossible to actually harm Lord Brighton, now allowed him to easily deflect Lord Brighton’s attack while simultaneously tossing Moira aside like a rag doll. John’s mind could now process everything happening in the battlefield, which allowed him to know when he had to break off his **** on Lord Brighton to raise more undead to finish off the Order troops. Moira’s decision to join her troops over continuing with her father was a possibility John predicted but one that had a low chance of happening.

“It seems your daughter has chosen her troops over you. A shame really, a father to die knowing his daughter abandoned him to his ****,” John said to Lord Brighton as their weapons locked together in another attempt by Lord Brighton to stab John.

“Foolish undead filth! She knows that, by the Lady, I can beat you, you unholy abhorrence! She has decided instead to assist our troops rather than get in the way of our battle!” spouted Lord Brighton as he broke the bind that held the two together and prepared for another strike. “By the power of the Lady, I shall strike you down in her name!” announced Lord Brighton to the entire battlefield as he once again charged at John.