Begets Life Begets

“Who’s this that summons me? Hmm??” asked a familiar voice to John. That voice, however, was not a friendly one. The ass he saw only once before, when he traversed the realms of the dead to meet Lady **** herself. There, in front of him, stood Izanami, the crazy daughter. Her head tilted to the side so her left eye could spot John as he lay sprawled on the ground. Her neck moved in a wholly unnatural way that John felt uneasy just looking at it.

“What?! How?!” cried the fake father as he stood in front of the goddess of ****, completely unfazed by his fiery breath. His speaking caused her head to snap back into place, her dead eyes drilling through his own and into his soul.

“You? Here?” asked Izanami. “He..he..he..ha...ha...hAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!” laughed Izanami. “What curious friends you have, John Newman!” spat out the Japanese **** goddess. “To play with things long thought dead. Things I remember dragging to the underworld myself! Such struggles they put up! But none bestest me! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!” Izanami told John, or perhaps herself. He could not be sure for sure.

“DIE!” roared the faux Newman as he swung his arm at Izanami, who effortlessly caught the arm.

“Ah! Ah! Ah!” mocked Izanami. “You come here to play with my mother’s toys? With my toys?” asked Izanami. “You attempt to break mother’s toys? TO BREAK MY TOYS?!” roared Izanami, her voice full of anger and bile. This outburst, however, let John know how Izanami saw him. Honestly, he could not argue with her judgment. He struggled to withstand the attacks of whatever it was that stood before him, yet Izanami effortlessly brushed off all his attacks.

“NO! HE HOLDS THE KEY! WE WILL GET THE KEY! AND NOT EVEN **** WILL STOP US!” roared the angered man as his eyes glowed a dark violet.

“Oh? Did the little lizards learn a new trick?!” asked Izanami, who seemed to be excited by this turn of events. “Go on, little lizard, show me what new tricks a dead race has learned!” she said with a clearly gitty tone.

“DIE!” he yelled as John’s father seemingly transformed into a dragon, but one he had never seen before. The transformation stretched his fake father’s body into a long, cylindrical form, as his body turned white. Large, draconic wings burst from his back as three fingered claws appeared on the tips of the wings. Smaller wings with similar claws appeared along his body as his size grew larger and larger. When all was done, the massive dragon was clearly a mile long in its size.

“HAHAHAHAHAHAHA! LOOK AT YOU!” Izanami said with clear joy in her voice.

“DIE NOW! WHEN **** FALLS, DRAGONKIND SHALL RISE!” roared the massive voice of the dragon as it brought its body down on Izanami. The dragon slammed its body ontop of Izanami as the giant dragon pushed itself into the ground to ensure maximum damage to the **** goddess that it now fought.

“HeheheheheheHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!” could be heard underneath the dragon as it slowly began to rise not under its own power, but that of the tiny Asian goddess that was under it. Izanami lifted the dragon from atop of her and tossed it to the side. The dragon slammed into John’s childhood home, completely destroying it under its massive body. “So you want to die? Very well! I’ll reap your soul and have a tasty snack! Mother won’t mind if a single soul doesn’t make it!” mocked Izanami as she drew her weapons, twin sickles and took up a battle stance.

“I’LL CRUSH YOU, YOU UNDEAD WHORE!” roared the dragon as it lunged at Izanami. The Japanese **** goddess once again laughed maniacally as she leapt at her foe. The large creature once again slammed into the ground as Izanami landed on its back. She turned on the heels of her feet as she spun around to face the head of the dragon she now stood on the back of. A wicked smile crossed her face as she spun her sickles downwards and jammed them into the dragon’s back, making sure to get under its protective scales.

“Now let’s see that draconic blood flood this barrier!” squealed Izanami as she began to run towards the head of the beast she was on. The dragon let out a roar of pain as Izanami tore scales off its back as she effortlessly ran towards its head.

“Get off you bitch!” he roared as he spun his back towards the ground and attempted to slam her off using the ground. The large dragon’s body scraped up not only John’s front yard but most of the road in his fake neighborhood. John, once he realized the fight was about to happen, quickly got up from his spot on the ground and gave himself adequate distance to not get caught between the battle of quite literal monsters that was playing out in front of him.

“You’ll have to do better than that!” yelled the increasingly rabid **** goddess as she yelled from the air. She swung one of her sickles into the air before she threw it back onto the dragon’s underbelly. The sickle dug into the scales, which allowed Izanami to pull herself back onto her enemy thanks to the magical chains that appeared as she threw it. Once onto the underside, she once again put the two sickles into the dragon’s soft skin below the scales.

“ARGH! STOP IT!” roared the dragon once again as he decided to just keep spinning around in hopes of throwing off his attacker. The plan, however, was not a good one as Izanami’s sickles ensured she would not be thrown off. Plus, her magical chains made sure her sickles were always connected to her, so even if she was bucked off, the chains would ensure she would be able to pull herself back onto her opponent.

“Face it, dragon, you are fighting an opponent you can’t possibly hope to defeat!” Izanami told her enemy. “Your kind made the same mistake against the humans all those centuries ago! Foolish lizards!” mocked Izanami as she used her sickles to climb up the stomach of the dragon as he continued to try to get the **** goddess off of his stomach by dragging it against the ground and spinning.

“GET OFF ME YOU PETULANT, UNDEAD, INSECT!” growled the dragon as he continued his efforts to get Izanami off of his body, to no avail.

“The only insect here is you, little lizard!” mocked Izanami as she closed in on the dragon’s head. The **** Goddess timed herself perfectly so that when she jumped off of her opponent his spin placed him perfectly for her twin sickles to dig deeply into his skull, the insides clearly shredded to bits.