The world had been corrupted and destroyed. The Bringer of Doom, Rudandon could arrive any minute, to scrap this universe that no longer harbored any life.

  "Hey, you.." A deep voice echoed through the wastelands, that was once an inhabited planet consisting of Vampires and Mermors.

  "What? Can't you let me eat in peace?" The Angel spoke in annoyance while crunching the remains of the machines, with only their feet sticking out of the pile of rubble.

  "Your destructive brethren have left the world already.." The voice replied as it manifested in that world, revealing itself to be an angel. Their body was morphed to an extent where it was clear to say their body had mutated after eating their own kind.

  "And? They are missing out on some good stuff.." The little angel spoke as they pulled themselves out of the rubble. Their flesh had been replaced by metal chunks and even the tonnes of rubble over them could not crush them and even the strongest weaponry of this world left no scratches on them.

  "But should I ask why you are here?" The little angel asked as their lips curled up into a sadistic smile, thinking the angel in front of them wished to cannibalise them.

  "No.. But you have got their gaze," And before the mutated angel could speak, a gate opened a few metres above him. It was a doorway, not to another universe but to a place in-between universes.

  The Little Angel's instinct screamed at him to not do anything stupid as a man walked out of the gate.

  He was the child of ####.

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  25th September, 2027

  Time: Uncalibrated

  Abraxas and the Evil God have been fighting for some time and both of them had lost their sense of time because of the constant time waves that originated from Abraxas's body.

  "What kind of monster are you.. Your body is burning away the space-time continuum.. How are you even alive.." They spoke, unable to comprehend how the Proxy was alive after his limbs had been torn off twice, his Blood Art : Rage had been burning away his blood and its intensity was dying down, evident by his hair being barely any red.

  Yet he didn't stop pointing his blade at them. He was on the brink of the death, but something was keeping him alive.

  And as he took a deep breath, the heat dissipated and the time waves vanished, no longer originating from his body. The temperature that had risen up to 300°C in the research centre once again dropped to sub zero, but without the dome limiting the area, even the Camps in the outskirts began to feel the cold.

  "I don't even remember who is where now.." Abraxas murmured as everything began to crackle once again.

  They too put up their guards, expecting another catastrophic blow, but a few seconds passed and nothing happened. Everything was calm, it was quieter than usual.

  They were taken aback by the sudden silence but then they noticed something wrong with Abraxas's body. He was bleeding gold blood.

  Their senses throttled and before they could know what they were doing, their fingers dug themselves in Abraxas's chest. But he remained calm and sighed.

  "You need not be scared.. It will only take a minute," Abraxas said as he held their left arm that went through his chest.

  At his touch, the arm convulsed. Though they tried to pull their arm away, Abraxas's grip was too strong. And in an instant, the arm splattered into a puddle of blood.

  As the pain struck their head, they jumped back. Their body tried to regenerate the arm, as the vampire DNA inside them reacted against the injury. But shadows stuck to the wounds like sludge, preventing it from regenerating while amplifying the pain, making them clutch of the wound.

  Abraxas chuckled at the sight of them having to crush their wounds. "Oh? Is your Angel DNA not working?" He asked in a mocking tone.

  "You bastard.. You have been scheming this longer than I have been around for.." They spoke as everything they had planned for seemed to be failing.

  Their plan for a perfect body had been ruined by his swift actions, even their imperfect body had been poisoned and partially destroyed by the darkness. He knew their true name as well, and he was ready to die every second of the battle.

  There was an inconsiderable gap in their strength and experience, yet they had been bested. As if he trained his entire life for this moment, and the nine mesmerizing stones revolving around his head were proof of that.

  'But why are there only nine.. Whose did he miss.. Is the one with the missing name the traitor?' They thought to themself but thinking could only get so far.

  They had decided that retreating was the only option available. The skies, despite their best attempts to call their army, remained clear. Two Apostles, two proxies, a High Priest, and multiple elite forces were a bit too much for their forces to handle.

  "It is a shame I need to abandon this body I spent so much time making.. but oh well, I can always make it again," They murmured before aiming their right arm at their neck.

  But before they could commit suicide, their arm stopped. Abraxas smiled smugly. "Did you think I will let you leave? Do you really take me that casually?"

  "You Hyena?!" They shouted as they lost control over their body. While the gold blood began healing Abraxas at a rapid pace, the temperature began to drop as his condition continued to get better and better.

  30 seconds later,

  Abraxas had healed the missing chunk in his chest, though his internal organs were still in a bad shape. But he looked confident, while they were frozen in a place like a statue.

  "Let us begin your judgement.."

  As he spoke, the scene began to twist.

  "O' Governor of Laws, heed my call,"

  The winds reversed and guilt began to settled down inside them. A realisation of all the wrong they have done.

  "As your Proxy, I wish to invoke your authority,"

  The golden blood, mixed with his and the darkness, forming a halo behind his head. And then, a voice echoed through the sky.

  "Do as you wish, my beloved Proxy." Justifia's voice .

  "So, let us do it together.. 'Evil God of Machine'.. Morantra.. Let us count your crimes," Abraxas smiled as the information of every crime they had committed flooded his brain.

  For a moment, Morantra was smiling, confident in his count of crimes, thinking that it might corrupt Abraxas's mind and break him. But even after a minute, that did not happen.

  That's when their smile vanished.

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  Eastern Camp,

  Seeker was covered in blood, though not a single scratch could be seen on her body. All of it was from the dismorphed angels who were descending down from the gates in the sky, but that too had stopped.

  While everyone else in the camp prepared for the next wave of enemies, Seeker seemed to be zoning out. Her gaze aimed towards Techonia, where the Research Centre stood half in ruin.

  The projected voice of Justifia rang in their heads not too long ago, but everyone was too busy to think about it.

  "Hmm.. It doesn't look like anyone is surprised by Lord Justifia's voice echoing in their head," Voice, the Proxy of Lyra, spoke as she appeared beside Seeker in the blink of an eye, before she turned her attention to the City of Techonia.

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  "Lady Voice.." Seeker tried to speak but was interrupted by Voice.

  "Nuh uh uh.. You don't need to justify your presence here. You told us all you needed too.." Voice spoke, rubbing Seeker's back.

  "You have some idea about who they are too.. Right?" Voice asked calmly, though the reply she received from Seeker were tears and a look of fear.

  "Abraxas might really die... If that is what I think.. No authority will work.." Seeker murmured just loud enough for Voice to hear.

  "I don't want him to die..." She whispered, her voice cracked as she quickly wiped her tears before anyone could see.

  "Then all we can do is wait, can't we?" Voice said, maintaining a calm face. The situation was already out of hand and walking into the city was a death sentence.

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  Melobranch, Capital of Garharia

  Minutes before Justifia's voice,

  The media room of the Melobranch castle was filled with reporters and journalists. The flashes of cameras were non-stop clicking images of the Emperor and Supreme Judge Gerald.

  "Your Majesty, our sources say that the Crown Prince and his betrothed have been missing. Is their disappearance related to what happened in the skies?'

  "Can the empire guarantee our safety?"

  "What is the situation with Techonia? Are the citizens safe? What are the statements of the royal family related to it all?"

  The questions flew around the room uncontrollably after every answer given by the Emperor or Gerald. Though the Gates in the skies had been successfully closed, the fear that it might happen again was in everybody's heart, and every answer they gave was to be heard by every citizen of the Empire.

  Just as Gerald parted his lips to answer another question, Justifia's voice echoed through everyone's mind.

  Hearing that, Gerald stood up, his eyes glowing with hope as the words relieved him. As if a huge weight had been lifted off his shoulder. The approval that his senior had received acted as a signal for Gerald.

  "Everyone present here.. Everything is in control. His Lordship, The Proxy of Justifia, is at Techonia.." Gerald's words sent the entire body of reporters and journals into disarray.

  The Proxy who hadn't been seen since their selection had appeared at Techonia, which was reported to be a place of death by now. Satellite imaging showed the place to be covered by a Dome of Darkness, not too long ago.

  And just then, a reporter asked. "Was that dome also the doing of Lord Proxy?" He asked Gerald, while holding his pen and copy, ready to note everything he hear.

  But all he received was a nod from Gerald. After which, the Emperor stood up and addressed the room. "I know everyone is scared but as the 53rd Emperor of Garharia, I can assure you everyone is safe."

  The room once again burst into another hundred questions, some about the Techonia, some about the Proxy, while some just trying to get more dirt on the royal family.

  Meanwhile, both Gerald and the Emperor smiled internally, as it was a good sign. There was hope that everything was going to be alright.

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  "Phew! That was quite a count of crimes.. Seven Quadrillion dead by your actions," Abraxas spoke with a mocking smile.

  "Invoke Authority: Judgement over Morantra,"

  As he spoke, the cloud split as if awaiting judgement for Morantra, who was still frozen like a statue. But even after a few moments had passed, nothing happened.

  "That's weird.. The judgement was passed but nothing happened," Abraxas spoke in confusion before looking up at the sky.

  "O Supreme Lord of Laws, what makes the judgement of a sinner so vile 'NULL'?" Abraxas asked but he received silence.

  But deep in the Spirit Space, Justifia smiled. He could not guide his Proxy against the angels, for that would be breaking the natural laws of their own making.

  To judge Angels, the beings made of the same matter as the spirit space, is to judge a natural calamity akin to an earthquake or a tsunami. An impossible judgement, but for sentient beings like Angels, it can be overridden.

  'I wonder how long it will take you to realise that.. Abraxas' Justifia muttered to himself, waiting and watching everything in silence.

  __________

  Western Camp,

  Two couples were revelling in the pools of blood and severed bodies. Rina was experiencing an all time high, while the doom flowers of her body were absorbing the blood from the ground while getting rid of the stench.

  "Rina.. Your smile is showing," Austin spoke with a sigh, patting Rina's back when a few of her Doom Flowers sprouted on his body, absorbing the blood that covered his body.

  "No need to say 'Thank you', Darling~" Rina said in her usual caring yet mocking tone.

  "Aww.. 11, look at these two. So romantic.. So fiesty in the battlefield too," 12th spoke as rats made of her blood continued to clean the battlefield.

  "Yeah.. It almost as if they have lived with each other for centuries. Even we don't have that level of coordination.. Safe to say, I am a bit jealous," 11th replied, while using the bloody ground as a means to sterilize the healing area for the medics.

  "Don't be jealous, hun. I am sure we can work.. something out," 12th added teasingly, with an open ended invitation.

  "You and your teasing.." 11th chuckled before shaking his head and walking away. "For now, the gates had stopped, but who knows for how long.. I should help the Iron Wolves prepare."

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  "Do you think Abraxas will figure it out?" Voice asked Seeker as the Invoked Authority of Judgement had fizzled and everything fell silent.

  "I.. don't know."

  "I don't know how his authority works, since he never used it.. It is anybody's guess right now," Seeker said, frustrated and scared.

  "And how sure are you that he knows everything about the Authority?" Voice asked calmly.

  "Yes.. Of that, I am 100% sure. Or he would use it against duels against either you or Lilly, wouldn't he?" Seeker added, her words followed by silence.

  "Let us put our hopes on him.. Till then, let us secure the camps," Voice said calmly before a music hymn melted in everyone's ears.

  __________

  Morantra chuckled, as it seemed that he was saved by the NULL judgement. "What? Is your god not judging me?" He mocked the judgement but it did not seem to anger Abraxas.

  "No, it just means I'll have to pass the judgement manually.. As the automated system has run into some kind of error that I didn't even know was possible," Abraxas added before he shook his head and took a deep breath.

  "What an arrogant fool.. I have never seen a proxy overthrow the authority they posses-" Morantra mocked Abraxas even more before the fear returned.

  "Invoke Authority: Judgement, manual override over the Subject: Morantra," Abraxas closed his eyes and began to shed tears of blood. The next moment he opened his eyes, something about him had changed.

  In that instant, Morantra broke free from the hold on his body. And there were no thoughts of suicide in his body, he couldn't.

  "60 seconds," As Abraxas spoke, his pupils took the shape of a star. The golden blood evaporated off his body as both light and darkness covered him in an Armor.

  The Halo behind his head began to count down from 60. The Seven Stones began to glow and scream their name, as the Sword of Darkness began to sharpen itself, for the execution.

  Ten seconds had passed,

  Morantra was frozen in fear when Abraxas spoke, his voice more distorted than before. "50 seconds,"

  It was then that the feeling of imminent doom hit Morantra, their name had lost all the blessings they once had. It was no longer a memetic virus that it once was.

  They were no longer a memetic entity. As of now, their powers, their identity, and their blessings had been stripped. Their name was carved upon the Sword of Darkness.

  "45 Seconds," Abraxas's countdown set their soul ablaze. In the heat of the moment, they tried to move. Their right arm aimed at Abraxas.

  "I will kill you?!" They screamed before lunging at him, but they were hit by an arrow.

  Their chest was pierced and through that wound, shadows crawled inside and started to destroy their already weakened body. Their adaptive DNA constructs no longer worked.

  They were in unimaginable pain, but it didn't stop them from looking at the Northern Camp, where the arrow came from. And just then, another volley of arrows flew at them, but they dodged it.

  "35 seconds," The Clock behind Abraxas's head had nearly counted half the time, just as another wave of fear hit Morantra.

  "I will not die alone.. I will take what you love with me," They spoke spitefully before they ran towards the spot where the volley of arrows were coming from.

  "Rod of God," Abraxas murmured before looking back. In that instant, he could see Morantra dodging the volley of arrows while running full speed at the Northern Camp. They were running towards Elaira.

  Before Morantra could take another step, they were hit by a projectile that fell from the sky. It hit their left leg and blew it off while knocking them to the side, leaving behind a crater.

  "Twenty seconds," Abraxas's voice echoed in their head, but they stood up once again before continuing to run through the missing arm and leg, immediately hit by the volley of arrows and another projectile from the sky.

  They turned their back on the arrows, letting it sink into their metallic flesh while catching the darkness projectile that fell on their right arm, before throwing at Abraxas with no effect.

  But catching the projectile and throwing it back left them vulnerable to another volley of arrows, which sunk into their back. They were now bleeding severely when another voice echoed in their head. It started off as one small whisper but quickly rose in numbers until they could no longer count the number of voices.

  "STOP IT!" They screamed before another voice murmured.

  "Ten seconds," His voice sent a chill down their metallic flesh which began to rot and rust.

  But they did not wish to go down without a fight. They painfully plucked out a piece of metal from their chest and carved their name on that piece.

  "I curse you in my name that bears ####, you will die," Then he threw the chunk of metal at Elaira.

  "One second," Abraxas's voice echoed in their head before they fell on the ground.

  But for Elaira, things weren't easy as the chunk of metal flew at her, she had exhausted herself with the consecutive volley of arrows.

  "Huh? Is this the end?" She murmured as she stood still, having no means to stop that chunk or deflect it. She had burned the reserves of her holy energy, and with the exhaustion she faced after fighting against the waves of angels, she was vulnerable.

  And right as the chunk of metal, which resembled a spear, touched her abdomen, it stopped. And before she knew it, a woman appeared beside her and held the piece like it was a toy.

  "Well, what do we have here.." Voice spoke calmly, before crushing the piece of metal until it was dust. "Long time no see.. Elaira," She added with a chuckle.

  "L-Lady Voice?" Elaira replied, surprised at her sudden appearance but before she could properly greet Voice, Elaira lost her consciousness.

  Voice caught her before she fell on the ground and gently laid her down, then her voice echoed in the minds of all the ones awake in the camps.

  "Everyone, you should drop your weapons.. It is over," Her words made everyone drop their weapons, even though most of them did not know her at all.

  Then she smiled as an intense flash of light erupted from the centre of Techonia and before anyone knew it, time froze once again.