The Primordial Record

"Your little pet is becoming more wild, Tiberius," Kuranes giggled, as she hid her smile behind her hands like a dainty maiden. Her eyes glowed like a setting sun, filled with amusement and curiosity.

Tiberius growled, and he snapped his fingers, and as if time was reversing itself, the shattered pieces of the General that Absomet had consumed gathered themselves into a ball of flesh and blood and before long the screaming General returned to life.

Her mouth was opened like a fish and her voice cracked with emotions at her execution in the hands of someone that should be serving her.

A bloody flame was growing in her hands as her desperation and fury reached their peak, but then she stopped as she realized that she was whole once again, her injury was gone, but what was strange was that the pain remained.

General Rannah Tiberius' eyes widened in astonishment and she gulped and slowly turned around, for the presence she felt behind her was like mountains pressing against her soul.

At the sight of the gods, she immediately began to bleed from every orifice in her face and she was knocked out, falling into a coma.

The God of War was disappointed and he allowed her to fall to the earth, there were several Guardsmen waiting below to catch and ferry her to a place of rest and healing, however, he did not bother with bringing back to life the two Guardsmen that were collateral damage to Absomet childishness.

The Rune Ship stammered, "My Lord, I was bringing my legitimate grievances to you, but…."

"Hush child, lest my wrath falls on you, a weapon does not speak. This lesson I shall not repeat to you again." Tiberius spoke, his voice was low and deep and the heavens seemed to rumble alongside his voice, "Lead us to your Crown, we will take it from there."

Absomet metallic eyes widened in great surprise but she quickly opened her mouth wide until a passageway was formed.

"You are too soft on this creature, your experiments have failed, mine is better." Kuranes laughed as the three gods entered the passageway created by Absomet.

The first to step through was the God of War Tiberius, he wore his famed armor but was carrying no weapon, Kuranes followed, and finally, Horush, who looked back at something in the distance before he entered the passageway.

Absomet closed her mouth and she vanished through the tear in space, a short while later, the spatial tear healed and a black pendant was revealed that rocketed into the distance following the direction where the General had been sent.

Far into the distance the form of the goddess Minerva was revealed, she had been the one whom Horush had been looking at, apparently, there was a form of communication that had gone between both of them.

The goddess smiled and vanished, leaving cryptic words that hung in the air for a while before it was carried away by the winds.

"So, it begins."

The three gods stepped into the Crown of Absomet and they witnessed… War!

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Absomet had been surrounded by three massive constructs that were weird amalgamations of flesh and metal, they were massive, the size of small moons, and resembled spiders that had become bloated with blood, from their massive backs were multiple eruptions of tiny streaks of blackness, that turned out not to be so tiny when in comparison to their size.

These streaks of darkness were Abominations, and they were termed Reapers.

These seventeen foot tall giants were loosely humanoid in shape, they had four arms, the first two above were tipped with wicked sharp claws that secreted a potent acidic mixture that could melt through Davross, and the bottom two arms were nothing but blades longer than ten feet.

They had no skin but were armored like beetles, their shells gleaming like oil. Their faces were filled with nothing but a wide-

open mouth covered with teeth, and a noxious yellow energy erupted from tiny holes in their spines that pushed them through the void of space.

Each of these Reapers was as physically strong as a Dominator at the Earth god level, and they had few weaknesses.

A single Reaper could slaughter an entire world in a few days, and although they could not win one on one against a Dominator, they were incredibly hard to kill and Lamia could make millions of them in a short period of time.

These three Leviathans surrounding Absomet were launching tens of millions of these Abominations toward the Rune Ship, and this was just a small part of its offensive.

The Reapers shot through the void expertly weaving through the billions of missiles and explosions taking place as the three Leviathans and the Rune Ship fired millions of rounds every second, if a planet was placed inside this zone of battle it would be shredded to pieces in the blink of an eye.

Energy missiles, radioactive metallic bolts, hardened bone shells that carried viral payload, and slumbering Abominations filled the area of battle, creating a blender of death that would drive a mortal mad at this sight.

Hundred-foot-long bat–creatures with long leathery wings and nine heads–Desecrators, roved through the space tearing through swatches of ships, their tails were filled with spores that were shot into the bodies of unlucky soldiers, that transformed them into different variants of Abominations.

Killing these beasts was almost impossible except they were grounded to fine mist, and even then their remains were still very infectious.

The Rune Ship was releasing tens of thousands of smaller battleships and corvette class cruisers to battle against the Reapers and a dozen other varieties of Abominations.

Each of these ships carried a platoon of a hundred to ten thousand soldiers, most of them hardened by war and endless conflicts in the void, alongside the many worlds they had fought in, their entire lives had been filled with nothing else but death and slaughter.

In a universe like this, what was mortals than mere fodder?

Most of these soldiers did not carry the primary bloodlines of Trion, but with the many experiments by the Rune Ship, she had been able to produce something truly special with the various strains of bloodlines she had available to her over the many millennia.

Absomet refused to reduce the intelligence of any of her soldiers, this inevitably led to madness, as mortality could not bear this sort of conflict, but she could produce them quickly enough with her various breeding programs she never feared running out.

Or that was what she had previously thought.