Over 26 Years in the Making. CreatureWrestling Presents: Chapter 15..... Act IV: Apocalypse Unbound

[DARKSPADE]

Continued immediate after the shocking ending to the main event match here: https://creaturewrestling.com/megaverse ... 41&start=6

Original post: https://creaturewrestling.com/megaverse ... .php?t=842

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Darkspade rose to meet eye-to-eye with his niece, The Angel of Death, the Employer..... Angel's red fiery eyes lit up with such fury that the entire moon shook.... she then placed her right hand on top of Darkspade's right shoulder....





You Know What Must Be Done.


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Mamud and Obed Marsh suddenly materialized behind Charon #1 and Cravus.... Mamud closed her eyes and radiated energy into them to repair and strengthen their bodies.... Charon #1 and Cravus rose but Mamud had to intervene....


Mamud: We cannot intervene. Darkspade gave his word. We can only watch...



Charon #1: NO!!! I do not accept this- HOW can YOU accept this!!!! [Obed Marsh lowered his head in silence and shame]


Mamud: Because Darkspade agreed to the terms of this match, as so did you and Cravus, the agreement must be fullfilled as the gods of creation themselves will destroy us. We can only hope and pray that The Oracle has enough power to stop The Angel of Death from fulfilling her plans--

Charon #1: ... to revive her children? Mamud- explain again- why is that a bad thing?




**Cravus looks oddly at Mamud**




Mamud: ... It is not just a matter of reviving her children. It is the cosmic balance at play. If the Angel of Death accomplishes her goal, then the children of lore will live in synchrony- they were never meant to exist, alive, together. Their weight will unbuckle the universe —you see — to revive the children requires opening the Gates of the Apocalypse.... and once it is open, it can not be undone.





The Darkspade lowers his head and raises his hands- immediately- he calls forth his soul, his spirit and they fused into his being.... a brilliant array of light overtook the entire moon and from it emerged The Guardian of Balance.... Spade Deathen screams out-loud ancient incantations calling out to his daughter.... The Oracle.... Lilith.


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Above the dome, above the moon, was a vortex in which in the background contained the three inner gates: Wickedness, Righteousness, and Balance.....














and there, a figure emerged from a brilliant light.... The Oracle.






And now we continue...

[DARKSPADE]

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What stood before the all-powerful Oracle was no longer merely The Darkspade, but the culmination of his existence made whole. Body, spirit, and soul had become one, transcending mortality and wickedness alike. In his complete and perfected form, he had ascended as the Guardian of Balance..... an eternal arbiter charged with weighing righteousness against corruption, light against darkness, and rendering judgment upon all creation.

Those gathered could only watch in awe. Charon. Cravus. Obed Marsh. Mamud. Their eyes remained fixed upon the ascended being whose presence seemed to bend reality itself.

And there, lurking among the witnesses, stood The Employer. Her vile fingers twisted in a slow, rhythmic motion as a sinister smile crept across her face. She alone seemed unmoved by the spectacle unfolding before her. For she was no ordinary observer, but the granddaughter of The Darkspade himself.... the dreaded Angel of Death... and Guardian of Righteousness... watching with great interest as her grandfather embraced the destiny that would forever alter the balance of existence.

Charon desired to intervene... but she could not. As her father made a promise that upon losing the match, he would summon The Oracle.... but will he do the unthinkable? And why... why was it that her father seemingly lost so easily? The only thing Charon could do was scream out in hopes that the transfixed state of her father could hear her across the void.

Charon of Death: "DAD!!! PLEASE DON'T.... DON'T KILL HER!!!"

Spade's eyes burned with an otherworldly golden fire. He never once turned toward Charon. Instead, his body lurched forward with the predatory precision of a serpent sensing its prey, every movement cold, deliberate, and inevitable.

Behind him drifted the Angel of Death, her twisted smile widening with anticipation.

Now, standing face-to-face with his youngest daughter... the Oracle, the virtuous Lilith.... Spade leaned forward and whispered something only she could hear.

For a moment, time itself seemed to hold its breath.

Then, as if unable to contain herself any longer, the Angel of Death erupted into a furious scream from behind him.

"FULFILL YOUR PROMISE TO ME! END HER EXISTENCE! KILL HER NOW!"

The command echoed through the heavens and the abyss alike. Yet the Oracle merely smiled. Then came the revelation.

A brilliant burst of golden light erupted from Spade's right hand. From within it materialized the Blood Sword of the Unholy Knight of Darkness- the very weapon that had brought countless souls to ruin... including The Darkspade in a world that he had forgotten. But it was no longer shrouded in darkness. Its crimson steel had been transformed, radiating divine gold, as though judgment itself had remade the blade.

[DARKSPADE]

With time itself seemingly frozen upon the desolate surface of the moon, Spade Deathen stood unmoved by the relentless screams of Angel of Death. Her demands for vengeance echoed across the silent void, growing more frantic with every passing moment.

Yet he ignored her. Instead, his attention remained fixed upon the one person standing before him... the daughter who had offered him something he had never deserved. And that was.... Forgiveness.

Why? Why would she forgive him after everything?

Then, without warning, Spade moved.

The Golden Sword erupted through the stillness in a blinding arc aimed directly at The Oracle. Instinctively, she met his assault by evading each blow. Blow after blow followed in rapid succession, each attempt at killer her carrying enough force to shake the moon surface beneath them.

But something felt wrong.

Though The Oracle possessed the power to stop him, she offered only the barest resistance. Her counters were measured. Her defenses half-hearted. It was as though she had already accepted the outcome.

Spade pressed forward relentlessly, gaining ground with every exchange. Then came the final strike. The Golden Sword swept across the space between them, its radiant edge grazing The Oracle's cheek. A thin line of crimson blood appeared against her flawless, sparkling, skin.

The impact sent her tumbling backward and she collapsed onto the pale lunar dust, her golden hair spreading across the moon's surface like a halo of light.

And still...

She did not fight back.
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Charon could not contain her emotions... and even with breaking the rules holding her from intervening, she leaped forward - even after Mamud reached out and tried to pull her back with ancient powers- Charon's will and power of The Wickedness allowed her to escape Mamud's prevention. She instantly slid onto the lunar floor between her father and her sister.....

Spade rotated the blade so it was parallel to his right leg- his blank stare, infused with golden light, hints at hidden motives. Charon raised her hands in concern, but Spade's gesture to halt remains mysterious.






What exactly was it?

What is Spade's mindset?

Why would he do this to his daughters?

Was this his will, or his role as

The Guardian of Balance?





Spade spoke:

"Charon... my daughter..."

Spade's voice was calm, carrying an unsettling certainty that cut through the chaos around them.

"It is alright. I know what must be done. What I offer her is not cruelty. It is mercy."

He slowly lowered the Golden Sword.

"For far too long, she has been a prisoner of fate, burdened by a destiny she never chose. The Death Family Prophecy foretold this moment long before any of us drew our first breath. It was never a question of if this day would come... only when."


Charon of Death: "Dad.... don't you get it? To bloody hell with some fucked up prophesy by our dead ancestors! We define our own fate... NOT THEM!!!!! YOU CANNOT KILL HER!!!"





His gaze drifted toward the distant stars.

"And now, it falls upon us to see it through to its rightful end. I understood it during the match on this moon... I thought it was weird... like it was déjà vu or something... but then I remembered a promo where I screamed at a person named Johnny Napalm... in that promo, I said I even fought on the moon... however, how could that have happened? That never happened until now. In that single moment, everything became clear."





His expression hardened.



"And then I remembered..."






A whisper escaped his lips.

"I remembered..."




His eyes widened as ancient revelations resurfaced.



"The Silver Mirror."




Another pause.




"The SHOOT Project."




At last, he turned toward Charon.




"Do you remember, daughter?"



Charon shakes her head... although some memories started to flood back to her....



"Do you remember what we discovered?"


Charon's face was blanketed with tears.

"Do you remember what was waiting for us on the other side of The Silver Mirror? When we escaped The Wicked World.... what came with us was corruption.... a side effect of that place which would not allow its captors to escape so easily...."