Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-28358106-20160714040922/@comment-27550231-20160721232228

Stars wiz by me at high speeds, planets, quazars and nebuli all pass by in a blur. The vast emptiness of space seems so small and insignificant as I travel through the infinite void and yet reach the edge of the afterlife in merely moments. I see the bright light, the sounding of trumpets and the warm embrace of peace everlasting. I mumble to myself as I reach out to the heavenly clouds. "I'm coming Elisabeth!" That's when I hear the all familiar voice of the dead goddess echoing through my mind.

"This is not your grave my brave chapion, resignation is noting to virtue; like water you will ebb and flow. Defeat is merely an addition of time to a sentence that you never deserved but I imposed. You will rise again from your armored casket."

A sikening falling sensation as my paradise grows smaller and smaller ever escaping my grasp. Like on that fateful first day I fall through orbit to this world, my soul comes crashing through the atmosphere and clouds and lands on the location of my death. My frozen remains thaw themselves and glow an eerie white and come back together. Blood splattered from many places congeals and moves to the location and then bubbles. A horrible painful wail can be heard from the bubbling fountain of gore as I slowly rise from the carnage reborn and more powerful than ever My body covered in a holy aura and a bright light shines throughout my armor, almost as if I were made of pure energy.

In the hospital Rhun turns back to nezon and helps her up. "I told you he would return, now help me clean this mess up."

In Ferra's arms Aab's tears stop and her eyes weakly open up. "He, he's back... He's alive..." This time she sheds tears joy.

With new and uchained strength I jump up to the heralds head and proceed to bash the foul creatures head in. It attempts to force me off of it's head to no avail, as my grip is stronger than iron and my rage insatiable. After exposing the creatures brain to the world I raise my fist into the air, "AND THE WRATH OF GOD WILL BE FELT BY ALL THE GODLESS AND WICKED!", a great beam of light decends from the heavens and envelopes us both. The herald luches up to the sky and attempts to shield it's self from the divine judgement but falters and is torn from this world leaving nothing but a mound of slat in the crater from wich it rose. I walk out of the depression enveloped in a hot smoke and unharmed for I am protected by my faith and the divine will not harm me, whether it be used by friend or foe.