A Mother's Anger

“No! No! No! This isn’t how this is supposed to go!” roared the dragon as he felt Izanami’s blade dug into his skull. The dragon’s body crashed into the ground. Izanami jumped off the dead dragon, a white stream flowed from the wound in its head that was connected to Izanami’s sickles.

“This soul will be delicious!” Izanami stated as she licked her lips.

“I’m afraid I cannot allow you to do that,” came a voice from behind John. The battered king and Izanami both turned to see a shadowy figure. “That soul belongs to me. And I have plans for it,” said the figure as it made its way towards Izanami. John attempted to intervene but realized his body would not move. What is going on? I can’t move. I’m trying with all my might to move next to Izanami and I’m just not. Wait...no...It’s not that I can’t move, it’s that I’m completely unable to move at all. Not even my eyes are blinking. The sheer pressure from the power that thing exudes seems to be overriding my entire body. What is that thing?! John thought to himself as he helplessly watched as the cloaked figure walked past him like he was not even there and right up to Izanami.

“You...you should not exist!” sputtered out the **** goddess as she tilted her head in confusion. “Your entire existence breaks the very laws of this realm!” cried Izanami. “I will eradicate you, just like this dragon!” she said as she raised her weapons as they continued to absorb the soul.

“I’m afraid I can not allow that,” said the shadowy figure as it raised its hand. As if at the same time the hand was raised, Izanami burst into purple flames. Izanami let out a scream so twisted and painful that it chilled John to his very core. If he could shiver, he would have from the noises the goddess in front of him was making.

“IT HURTS! THE PAIN! IT HURTS!” cried out Izanami as she fell to the ground. She curled up into the fetal position as the purple flames seemed to ignore her clothes and even her skin and seemed to be burning her very existence. The figure moved in front of Izanami and placed its hand above her weapons. The blades flew up to its hands. The figure then used its free hands to take the soul that was being absorbed into the sickles and instead absorbed it itself.

“Your **** will serve as an example to your mother that she is helpless to stop my plans. The dragons will do their duty and this world will be ushered into a new era. Sadly, ****, in all its forms, will not be there to see that,” said the figure as it walked away. The figure faded away as it walked, seemingly not even a part of this reality. Suddenly, John was able to move again. Not only was John able to move again, but he did all the moves he wanted to do at once. The sheer amount of commands his brain sent to his body all at once overloaded his nervous system and the man who would be king collapsed to the ground in pain.

“AAAAHHHH!” cried out John at the information overload. John laid on the ground for a few seconds that felt like a few minutes until his body calmed down. Once he had regained control of his body, John got back up onto his feet and slowly moved towards Izanami. With each step he took closer to Izanami, it seemed as if the world got darker and darker. When he finally reached the body of the still screaming Izanami, he stretched out his arm to grab ahold of her, when everything finally went black.

“JOHNATHAN NEWMAN! WHAT HAPPENED TO MY DAUGHTER?!” The angry voice of a parent echoed through the halls of the underworld as John stood in front of Lady **** as a myriad of servants swarmed Izanami and took her away.

“I uh...I’m not exactly sure…” John said honestly as he still tried to process what had happened to him and Izanami. The events flashed through his mind, from the announcement of his father at his house, to his father attacking him, to Izanami answering his summons when his fake father attacked him. The clearly one sided fight played in slow motion through his mind until that shadowy figure showed up and wrecked Izanami, who made the dragon seem like a toy she was playing with. That figure made it so John could not even move a single muscle, even his autonomic nervous system seemed to stop working fully. As John thought back, he was not even sure if his heart did beat or if he took a breath. Now, the very manifestation of **** demanded he explain all that to her.

“You. Are. Not. SURE?!” roared the angry concept of ****. “MY DAUGHTER IS BEING BURNED ON A SPIRITUAL LEVEL BY ELDRITCH FLAMES AND YOU AREN’T “exactly sure?!” I WILL WIPE YOUR ENTIRE LIFE FROM EXISTENCE IF YOU DO NOT ANSWER ME!” threatened Lady **** as she towered over John. John froze in fear as he knew he was still very much in danger. His mind raced in how to best word what happened in a way that did not cause Lady **** to suddenly make him not exist. Before John could open his mouth to speak, a bright light blinded both John and Lady **** as it appeared in between them.

“You will not harm him, ****,” said a voice that John had never heard but somehow sounded like he had heard it countless times before. When the light disappeared, a tall woman stood in front of him, her literal bronze skin seemed to glisten no matter how dark it was. Her body was well toned, with that sporty muscled girl look without it being bodybuilder proportions. Her groin cloth and bra were a shade of nature green with golden embroidery, as well as ivy along her arms, legs, and in her hair.

“Terra…” growled Lady **** as she stood toe to toe with the seemingly earthy goddess that appeared before them.

“Mistress Gaia has deemed John Newman instrumental in the upcoming crisis. You can feel it as well, correct? Something unnatural is attempting to break through the planes of existence. John Newman’s ability to adapt his magic to any situation will be needed in the upcoming fight. As soon as you saw those flames, you already knew the answer. You just wished to take your anger out on John Newman,” said the soft but firm voice of Terra. Lady **** locked eyes with Terra and stared at her for what seemed like eons but was merely seconds. In the end, Lady **** let out a defeated howl of grief as she collapsed onto the floor.

“I know you are right...I know…” she said as tears began to stream down her cheeks. “I knew as soon as I saw those blasted flames. But I can’t do anything about that right now. That thing is no longer here. Hell, I’m not sure if it was even here corporeally when it did that to my sweet Izanami. But it should not even be able to do any of that in the first place! The planes of existence are there for this very reason! How could they have weakened enough for this to have happened?” asked Lady ****, a mixture of fear and worry in her voice.

“Mistress Gaia has a...theory of what caused it and has taken the appropriate steps to counter the problem. But the damage is already done. It has a foothold in our realm of existence. The return of the dragons proves it. One clan survived the purge, the most loyal and fanatical clan. This will get far worse before it gets better. Tell him of the draconic wars. He will need that knowledge if he is to take arms against them,” Terra told Lady ****, who looked so defeated as she sat on her knees, quietly weeping as tears slowly rolled down her cheeks.

“Tell your master I’ll do more than that. I will tell my daughters to prepare for war once again. They can not be allowed to destroy everything we have. Those monstrosities will be defeated once again, that I vow,” Lady **** said with a tone of determination in her voice as she rose to her feet.