The Apotheosis of Zenevas (FINAL BATTLE OF THE WAR)

High above the Dark City, above the top spire of Dol Guldur, Zenevas flew. He was quite alone. The Apocalypse was back in Angband.
But the clouds of darkness swirled around the Dark Lord. In his hands, a single Arcane Lock glowed. In it, the Divine Essences of all the dead gods.
The Dark Lord crushed it.
And the world went dark.
Rising, higher and higher was a dark red and black cloud. It towered and under it, a huge shadow, the shape of a great horned demon, waist down, a column of darkness.
The Dark City had just witnessed the Apotheosis of Zenevas, Dark God of the Cyberspace.

It was supposed to be Halloween, a few seconds till the first day of November came.

And the clock struck twelve, and everything became dark.

By the hour-arm of the clock stood the Phantom, stroking the swimming shadows around him. Around him is disaster. Destroyed buildings, corpses, fire, death. War. It was pure luck that this clock tower survived. He took a deep breath. This might be his last. He took one good look at Zenevas. He was sure fit to look like a god. The Dark God.

From the shadows, Vio was hiding. He was enjoying the environment. It was dark, he was happy. He moved from place to place, he liked how it looked except that the place was destroyed. The place reminds him of the fallen city in the abyss.

ENEMIES OF DARKNESS, FIGHTERS OF THE LIGHT. ABANDON ALL HOPE!
The great being cried. It threw its arms open, the massive shadow engulfing Dol Guldir.
I AM ZENEVAS, LOOK UPON ME AND DESPAIR!
The Great Being, the Dark God, the Adversary, Lord of Darkness, He Who Dwells in the Night let out a psychic scream that pained as if a thousand hammers hitting a brass shield unto the minds of all his enemies.
Then he teleported them into the Dark City. All his enemies were gathered and teleported into the metropolis.

And he did. Rhanta looked at Zenevas. His eyes were blank. He isn't a fighter of the light. That can be an insult, afterall, he uses the shadows. He noticed the change in the Dark Lord's voice.

"Is this...what I think it is?" whispered Rhanta to himself that was loud enough for everyone to hear. He looked around. It did looked like it. "So this is the final battle?"

Grim enters the fray once more. He had requested for his own arrival with his loyal pets, the Final Sins were to leave him be and stay at the Ice Cavern.

"Fighters of Light?...what light?" Grim said.

ShockZero growled. CryoMortem just stood and glared at their one enemy.

"Is that what we need to kill?" CryoMortem asked.

"Yes. The chances of us winning is highly low."

"So why are we here?"

"To try."

The darkness around was eerie, best for Halloween and All Saints day indeed. The finale was here, and Grim had a feeling their deaths is approaching.

Drew appeared in the Metro Region..where he started, He was back to the start though it looked different. So many corpses, destroyed buildings, fire, death...

"Dark in here...Perfect to fit Halloween. " He said looking around the place and saw some figure. "...Zenevas, I see that the Final battle has come." Stark flew by and landed on his shoulder. "..And, Fighters of light??..what the heck? " He said

Xanatos closed his notebook as he tilted his head over the gathering. He didn't notice he was teleported, he sure is reading his progress for the last few days. He had a feeling this'll be his last.

He walked slowly to his allies, keeping an eye on the new face up there. He was sure it was Zenevas, shrouded in a completely new and...evil presence.

the Puppetmaster was up there, a few hundred meters away. He can still hear the conversations, but aims to be on the safe zone. He can see Zenevas very well, and he can see the others with near-perfect accuracy. He tilted his head over the darkness.

The Dark God stooped low and a figure glided out of the god's chest. Ifurita, High Priestess and Enforcer of the Will of Zenevas flew out.
-MY ENEMIES THIS IS THE END. THE CYBERSPACE IS MINE TO COMMAND TO CONTROL. WITH THIS KNOWLEDGE, FIGHT YOUR LAST!
Zenevas raised one shadowy arm and fired a great red beam of necrifying energy at Xanatos. Ifurita teleported into Dol Guldur and raised her staff high.
"Today, we destroy those who have stood in our path. Tomorrow, we shall rule the Cyberspace, FOREVER!"
The throngs of bots, hordes of monsters and cabals of corrupted humans roared.

Xanatos didn't bother blocking the attack. He quickly teleported sixty meters forward. "Of all the people here he chose to attack me first," he whispered, not bothering to look at his opponent. He walked back towards his allies, smirking at that thought. Ironic. He's nearing death and he can still laugh at his opponent.

the Puppetmaster faced the attack, but not without anything in mind. His Hat on a even greater size proceeded to to eat up the beam. He didn't want the precious battlefield to be ruined with one huge crater, since he sensed an army nearby. The Hat shrunk to its normal size, and he wore it back. He reappeared beside Grim.

Around all His enemies' waists, the Dark God conjured thick tendrils of godly energy. The tendrils prevented teleportation, phasing of any sort or any movement at all.
SUCH IRONY THAT I USE THE POWER OF YOUR SLAIN DEITIES TO KILL THEIR FOLLOWERS.
The red beams of light that served as the Dark God's eyes flared in excitement. He lifted one tendril, the one holding the Puppetmaster. With a single thought, the tendril crushed the Puppetmaster.

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"Such irony that a player calls himself a god, I might say," whispered Rhanta. He didn't bother raising his voice loudly, he was sure Zenevas could hear it. He crossed his arms and waited.

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The tendrils forbid movement but Vio was still wondering the place with excitement. He moved back and forth, from one place to another. "It is better being able to stay in the dark," Vio said and smirked.

But a puppet it turned out to be. the Puppetmaster was out there, but he is still not showing himself.

The Great Being, the Dark God, He Who Walks in the Night roared and all his enemies, hidden or not, active or inactive were blasted by huge waves of necrifying energy. The Dark God did not wait, he pulled them all forward relentlessly. Zenevas unleashed beam after beam of ruby red bionergy. And then he crushed them.

Samael disliked what turned out to be in this defiled and twisted world, his long absence made his appetite to torment the weak vanished.

"Master... should we join?" asked Garthonk.

"..."

Arakutype flew around the desecrated area and noticed his Lord's presence. He swiftly approached and perched himself several feet away from Samael.

Arakutype's form turned bipedal and humanlike, but retaining the mask. His voice had stop the gurgling interuptions as he finally spoke: "Is this it? The fall of those against us?"

The Great Being, Dark God, Lord of Darkness turned its great head and turned to Arakutype.
YOU SERVE THE TITAN KING, DO YOU NOT, FLESH-PULP?
The Dark God asked.
GIVE THIS TO YOUR MASTER, HE WILL NEED IT TO OVERCOME ALL OUR ENEMIES
And he gave Araktype a small glowing orb like machine. A red miasma surrounded it, tinged with black.

The tendrils of shadow didn't worry Grim, that wasnt him. The tendrils crunched up an illusion. Grim was elsewhere.

His form quickly changed into a form of invisible matter and is no longer seen. He raised his hands and the area began to crack and break.

The region was shaking. It began to pull in into one focal point.

"This is the way the cookie crumbles..."

ShockZero and CryoMortem were waiting intently. Their master was doing his final jobs.

Arakutype took notice to the package. Arakutype simply nodded and flew away towards the Titan King.

"A package..."

"But aren't our enemies already doomed?"

He stopped and neared the Titan King slowly.

"My Lord, a package was sent by the Dark God, Zenevas. He wishes to inform you that you need to be ready to kill all our enemies."

"I HAVE A FEELING... THAT SOMETHING IS UP WITHIN MY NECK... I FEAR THE WORST... murmured Samael.

"My lord... the pillage has completed in this sector... We cannot do anything hear for now..." said Garthonk.

Samael turned his head and looked at Garthonk, wielding Terrormourne and Nerge circling the skies. He was not impressed at all.

"ZENEVAS... ZENEVAS... ZENEVAS... IS... MY KING....." murmured Samael.

"THIS PLANET IS HIS NOW... I CANNOT DO ANYTHING ON IT... NOTHING... as he continued talking to someone that was isn't there.

"..." commented Garthonk while looking to his master.

Samael suddenly turned to Arakun's attention, pointing out the cursed spear.

"WHAT DO YOU REQUIRE...?" asked Samael.

The Dark God raised both its arms, red and black energy swirling around the fists.The tendrils of darkness swirled. Then he unleashed thousands more of tendrils, they wrapped themselves around his enemies. The Great Being, He Who Dwells in the Night opened its mouth and a thin beam escaped the Region.Then he unleashed a ring of necrifying power, aimed at Grim, Rhanta, Drew and Puppetmaster.

Samael eyed on Arakun, his eyes glowed and Terrormourne speaks faintly.

"WELL... YOU HAVE A TONGUE DO YOU...? YOU MAY SPEAK..." commanded Samael at Arakun because he did'nt listen from the first time.