It has been a while since the war between Genesis and Apocalypse came to a halt, he had an invitation from his enemy, or rather from Genesis, to meet her in Aether, her own home. one of her creations, a separate dimension exists outside of the universe. A place where all of her creations are born and given life too, such a ridiculous and nonsense request, did she not know he had been trying to destroy all of her creation from the moment he existed? Of course she know, how could she not? But why? Why would she invite someone like him of all people? The one who has alway been a thorn by her side.
“How annoying” he mutters to himself, the thought of not knowing what is going to happen annoyed him, he should have just use his power to see how it end, but part of him want to see how it would play out, after all he not really much of a thinker. As he walks on the Luminexus, a bridge that connects to Aether. Apocalypse could care less how she created such a thing, but rather he is curious in how well she hide Aether itself. In a place disconnected to the reality he was in, a place that can only be entered through a special make bridge.
The bridge was nothing special or rather he was not sure of how Genesis made it or did he want to find out .The bridge seems to be made by some kind of light, it flows across space connecting one end of a reality to the other. The Luminexus, although seem lifeless at first glance, but it may have some form of awareness behind it, as Apocalypse can feel like the bridge itself want to scream with each step he takes, the bridge continue to break and fall under his foot by his existence alone.
“How weak” Apocalypse think to himself, he has fought against Genesis countless times, none did she show herself to him fully, her creation, the angel was her primary force in the war, they atleast didn’t turn to ash the moment they got closer to him. As the embodiment of finality, his existence alone brings everything to its conclusion, and the fact that the angel could push pass being destroy just by being near him to fight him is a feat on its own.
He still remembers that day, as he walked on the land of Earth, as the world burned and crumbled under his every step, the earth cracked and volcanic eruptions, the sky red and heavy with black clouds covered. A single light opened through the cloud and came the heaven army, led by the 7 rulers of angels, they all descended upon him, their angels form it ever changing with their radiant wings. Welding weapon of pure light, and power that of Genesis herself, they were unstoppable or so they thought, using their force, they deloy trick, powerful magical spell in hope of stopping him, they used multiple strategies, trying to find his weak point, a way to seal him or kill him for good.
Yet, despite the odds, he destroys them all, every single one of them, their wings broken, their form unmake, their weapons shatter, their power evaporates. Just like all Genesis previous creations, he return them back to where they come from, nothingness, ending the entire army within mere seconds. The remaining angel, although made without fear, seems to hesitate under such overwhelming force of destruction.
“Weak! Pathetic, meaningless” Apocalypse screams out at the few tip bits of the heaven army above, all 7 rulers of angels that he fought disappear from reality with just a few swings of his blade, this intense emotion, this feeling of thrill, something he sure that he didn’t have before now fill him to the brim.
“I will end you all and then your creator, and I won't stop until this meaningless existence of your are all wiped out of this world” Apocalypse said as he brought his blade up, ready to wipe out the rest of the heaven army in one swing of his sword.
But something bothered him even to the present, then did he begin to use a weapon? Then did he begin to talk? To walk? To think? After all he is the embodiment of finality, a concept who know nothing but bringing everything to its end. So why?
As he lost in thought, he then see it, the gate to Aether, standing in both side are multiple angle play trumpet welcoming him to Aether, the song was grand and full of colorful melody, but Apocalypse could care less about such nonsense, to him all music are but unnecessary noise, in the middle of the gate stand seven towering angel with multiple wing cover their body and face, a soft ethereal light radiant thought their body, Apocalypse look at the angel as a spark of memory run though his mind, this it no mere angel but the ruler of angel themself. It seem Genesis have recreated them after their last battle, he wonder if they still remember the way they died by his hand.
They all bow to him respectfully as he gets closer to the gate. Apocalypse still remembered how they fight, how they stand before him, how their light shines so brightly that the world seems to cover in it. Now they all bow and welcome him into Aether? The thought make him feel irritated, he would never stood so low to bow down for someone, he would be dead for a long time before anything catches him doing something so shameless.
Ignoring them, he presses forward, all the angels seem tense and guarded despite their welcoming action, his guess it Genesis makes them do this? How ridiculous, just what is she planning. As he gets closer, the gate opens to him, allow Apocalypse to step in, the Luminexus finally have the time to bring itself back together now that it is no longer being destroyed under the sheer force of destruction that Apocalypse brings with him.
Apocalypse entered the garden of Genesis on Aether which she named the Everlasting Garden, a place where all the elements of nature blend together perfectly, where beauty exists not only in form but also in every breath, every beat of it. It has soft velvet grass, under the canopy of tall ancient trees, the whole space is covered by a gentle light, not from the sun, but as if coming from the magical flowers that are shining brightly.
The crystal lights floating in the air, like small stars, spread a mysterious light but not too dazzling. Each ray of light has a distinct color: blue like the evening sky, warm yellow like the dawn, or bright red like the flames of love. It is a place where death, the end, does not exist. Until he entered.
Stepping inside the garden, with every step he took, the garden around him withered, the air around him felt suffocating, the grass beneath his feet withered and then suddenly burned to ashes, the ground began to swell, the trees withered and disappeared, even the floating crystal lamps suddenly stopped working and shattered before disappearing from his presence.
a feeling of unease suddenly appeared inside his chest, both strange and familiar, filled him, a feeling that he only experienced before. It is then he meet her for the first time, that day as be bring out his final blow, an attack that would split the sky, destroying everything in it path, suddenly a large amount of energy appear, a beam of radiant light descend and stopped his attack, the light was different from anything Apocalypse have see or feel.
He looked at the beam of descending light intensely, feeling nothing at first, but then his eyes widened as he saw the figure forming in the light. She descends, wreathed in celestial splendor, a luminous deity whose very presence bends the fabric of reality. From the boundless heavens, her golden hair unfurls like cascading sunfire, each strand carrying the echoes of creation itself. The sapphire brilliance of her eyes glows with divine wisdom, beholding the world below, the very masterpiece shaped by her touch.
Her robes shimmer with cosmic luminescence, woven from the very substance of stars and dreams. Intricate patterns, pulse and radiate across her flowing garment, tracing constellations in their wake. The fabric drapes effortlessly, defying gravity as if the laws of physics dare not bind her. It is a mantle of celestial radiance, shifting between hues of deep twilight and dawn’s first light.
A halo-like structure, a crown of sheer divinity, hovers above her brow, a construct not of mere metal, but the concentrated essence of creation itself. Around her, the sky trembles in reverence, illuminated
She does not fall, nor does she rush no, the sky part willingly, yielding to her passage like subjects before their sovereign. The world below quakes, not in fear, but in anticipation, for the goddess of creation Genesis clothed in starlight and crowned in eternity returns once more to the land she forged. And with her arrival, the world holds its breath, waiting for her divine will to be spoken into existence again.
Along the smooth cobblestone paths, flowers of all kinds bloomed, from pretty flowers blooming in the dark to ancient trees with leaves like shimmering silk. The flowers could change color according to the viewer's wishes, or even emit gentle sounds like music, forming a natural symphony. In the middle of the garden, there was a transparent lake, the surface was as smooth as a mirror, reflecting the starry sky. The willow trees drooped long around the lake, exuding the gentle fragrance of precious medicinal plants, as if they were protecting the miracles blooming in this garden.
In a far corner, there were small transparent waterfalls, the water trickling down from the sparkling rocks, forming gentle silver waves. There was a clear sound in the air, like classical music humming from somewhere, blending with the gentle wind blowing through the flower petals. At the center of the garden, there is a unique fountain, not made of stone, but of precious gems, each of which emits a different colored light. And from afar, he could see the silhouette of Genesis, walking silently among the ancient trees.
Apocalypse's eyes widen as he looks at her, he stop in his track before walking toward her again. The moment make him feel dejavu, as he have been thought this in the past, in that battle he walk toward her just like this. His body is full of hostile intentions ready to end her at any moment. Genesis looked at him, the one that was approaching her.
He strides forward, inexorable as the tide of oblivion, his presence bending the very air around him. His dark hair flows like the shadow of the universe itself, a void untouched by time, unmoved by the chaos he has wrought. His eyes are like the embers of crimson, but they do not burn with rage, nor with malice, but with an unyielding purpose. They are the eyes of inevitability, the heralds of destiny’s end.
Clad in black armor, its surface polished to a depth that devours light, he moves like a force beyond mortal comprehension. The armor is no mere protection, it is the manifestation of war itself, forged in the crucible of countless battles. Yet, despite the storms of destruction that have raged around him, not a single scratch mars its surface. It is pristine, not because he has evaded harm, but because harm dares not touch him. He is beyond the concept of wounds, beyond the reach of fear or weakness.
But in that moment In his eyes there was a bit of surprise, a bit of excitement along with indescribable emotions, as if he was searching for something that he himself could not explain. But perhaps in that very moment, these two forces, the beginning and the end, will have a meeting that is not just a confrontation, but a strange harmony that neither could have expected.
On the other hand, Genesis stands calmly as she awaits Apocalypse, Her eyes shine with gentleness, but also with a deep understanding of what was coming. A gentle breeze played through her long, golden hair, making it float like a bright cloud. A soft smile spread across her lips, not a smile of defiance, but a smile of understanding. She was not afraid, not trembling, but as if his presence had been a given all along. It was a smile of acceptance, of harmony between opposites, a wordless message that everything had a reason for existing, and nothing in this universe was meaningless. At this moment the past and present seem to collide, the only difference is that in the past he met her on the battlefield, now he is standing in her house watching her closely.
She stepped closer to Apocalypse, her hands raised in a warm gesture of welcome, as if to erase any distance between two forces that were inherently opposed. Her eyes sparkled, like a lamp illuminating the darkness. She looked straight into his eyes, and in a moment of silence, she spoke, her voice soft but powerful.
“My name is Genesis, the beginning and the creator, the one you've been chasing after, we finally meet Apocalypse.”
When his eyes met Genesis, a missed heartbeat felt as if the whole world had suddenly gone silent. All sounds disappeared, leaving only her like a gentle melody that penetrated every corner of his mind. Every move of hers captivated him, as if the universe revolved around her and he couldn’t take his eyes off her. His heart kept beating, emotions that couldn’t be named kept surging.
Finally, he spoke, his words cold but containing something deeper:
“I didn’t come here to waste time with meaningless words.”
He glanced around the garden once more, each footprint he left behind like a trace of decay and death. Looking back at all that had been destroyed, he turned his gaze back to her.
“You know my existence is enough to destroy this place, so why do you still want me here?”
Genesis didn’t waver. Her smile remained intact, as if she had known this question would come. She looked at him, her eyes calm and understanding. She answered softly, not in a hurry, after all she had waited for this day for a long time.
“We will have to face each other sooner or later, so why not now? But if you want to know why I invited you here…”
The light around the garden seemed to sparkle even more, and the goddess leaned slightly, her arms open as if inviting him to join in a dance. She said in a seductive tone
“You have to dance with me first.”
Apocalypse looked at her, his eyes unchanged, still filled with resistance and suppressed emotions. He shook his head slightly, not accepting the invitation. His voice rang out, emotionless
“It’s meaningless. Why should I dance with you?”
But Genesis did not let him back down. She stepped closer to him, her hands gently holding him, without any need for persuasion, simply leading him into the dance. The feel of her hands on him was like an irresistible force, gentle but firm. Apocalypse felt the warmth from her hands, a strange feeling, and although his heart refused, his feet began to move to the rhythm she created. All his resistance gradually dissolved in this magical space, as if the universe was leading them both into a dance of destiny.
Although he kept muttering that everything was meaningless, that this was a waste of time, his every step continued to follow hers. Genesis's graceful movements pulled him into the dance of magical harmony between two opposing forces, and a strange, indescribable feeling rose in his heart. Despite he didn't want to admit it, every breath, every dance step had begun to make him feel something different, a change in his being that he never thought would happen. Both of them seemed to be immersed in the dance, in the vast space of the garden, where the beginning and the end blended together, creating an unforgettable moment.
It had been several years since that moment, when the end and the beginning had merged.
Once again, he had set foot in the garden of Genesis, the eternal paradise where all existence was immutable. He had never once felt fond of this place. To him, it was too redundant, too needlessly perfect, too meaningless. Everything remained the same, unchanged even after hundreds of years had passed. He also did not like the way the angels watched him from hidden corners, as if watching, supervising him.
Apocalypse knew that they knew that even if Aether had thrown itself at him, he would have come out unscathed, and as for Genesis, he had never once seen her fight. The thought of her holding a weapon was almost impossible, after all, she was a creator not a destroyer. That was why she had created angels, beings who could fight in her stead. But he did not care about those things. Because he didn't come here to admire the garden. He came here for one person and one person only, he came to see her.
At the center of the eternal garden, Genesis sat against the edge of a fountain carved from precious gems, each one giving off its own unique, brilliant yet harmonious light. Her eyes sparkled as she watched her new creation. From afar, Apocalypse quietly appeared, his figure like a strange wind blowing into the quiet space. Seeing him, Genesis only smiled a gentle but understanding smile. Her soft cheeks were flushed with a faint pink, as if this meeting was not a coincidence, but something that had been pre-arranged. There was no surprise, no anxiety, only welcome.
She slowly stood up, reaching out her hands towards him, they were as white as if carved from pure light. Her gentle eyes followed him, not leaving even for a moment. Then, in that emotional silence, she spoke, her voice like a soft melody resounding through the space.
“Finally, you have come, my end.”
He stopped, silently looking at the hand that was extended before him. A moment of hesitation passed through his eyes, as if between two worlds, he was standing at the boundary of the unknown. Then he bent down, raising his hand to hold hers, his lips gently touching those slender fingers, not like a ruler bestowing favors, but like someone learning to love, truly.
“Yes, I came to see you, my beginning.” He smiled softly, a fragile emotion that was almost impossible for him. Because that smile was only for one person, and that person was standing in front of him. She was the only thing that did not wither under his touch.
Genesis chuckled, her eyes lit up with satisfaction, she turned, her hand still clasped tightly with his, leading him to the fountain in the middle of the garden.
“I want to show you something,” she said, her soft eyes boring into his. “My latest creation.”
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He looked down at the water, reflecting the world he had fought to control. And now, in that water, he saw tiny creatures. They were so weak, so fragile, a life form so disappointed that he could hardly believe they could exist. He sighed.
“Another pointless creation,” he thought, but he didn’t dare say it out loud. He was afraid of making her angry, even though he had never seen her angry before.
Genesis squeezed his hand, her eyes shining like stars.
“So? What do you think?” she asked softly, waiting for his answer, Apocalypse, who had only known the end, silently looking at the tiny creatures reflected in the water. His eyes were tinged with disappointment, an indescribable feeling that crept through his thoughts.
“To be honest, they were probably some of the weakest creatures you had ever created. With just my existence alone, they would be reduced to dust.”
Genesis tilted her head slightly, not denying it, but smiling slightly, as if she had anticipated that answer.
“You’re right.” Her voice was soft, without a trace of hesitation. “Unlike the other things I’ve created, they don’t have eternal life, nor do they possess immortal bodies.”
She paused, her eyes filled with tenderness as she looked at him.
“I created them… in our image.”
Apocalypse frowned slightly, but Genesis continued, her hand squeezing his.
“I gave them emotions, thoughts, and the ability to create. I want to see them grow, to see how they build bonds like we do.”
She looked at him, her eyes glowing like a small but determined flame.
“So I want to know what you think. Let’s say this time, we create something that belongs to both of us.”
Apocalypse didn’t answer right away. His gaze remained fixed on the water, reflecting the ever-changing human world. The crimson eyes flickered, not with anger or threat, but with curiosity. A strange feeling crept into his mind, as if he were looking at something he had never truly understood.
Finally, he spoke, slowly but surely
“Are you willing to let me change your creation?”
Genesis nodded slightly, a small smile on his lips.
“That’s right. After all, the earth isn’t mine alone, is it?”
Apocalypse was silent, as if weighing each possibility.
“They are too weak, too naive,” he said in a low voice. “They need to know how to kill, how to destroy. Something to help them protect themselves.”
Genesis chuckled, his eyes glinting with mischief.
“Oh? I thought you only knew destruction and endings.” She tilted her head, her voice full of teasing. “You can think about self-defence?”
Apocalypse’s calm face suddenly turned red, a strange feeling crept into his mind, something that if he had to name it, it would probably be embarrassing. He frowned, hastily speaking as if to hide it.
“Don’t misunderstand.” His voice lowered, trying to maintain his usual coldness. “It’s not like I care about them or anything. It’s just… this is simply a way to convey my ideals into our world.”
Genesis didn’t reply right away. Her eyes still remain on Apocalypse’s flustered face, something she had never seen before. A sense of amusement rose in her, as if she had just discovered something extremely interesting.
“Is that so?” She tilted her head slightly, her voice soft but containing a hint of mischief.
Her smile widened, a warm radiance. “To think that the god of destruction and endings can be flustered, how interesting,” she squeezed his hand.
“Then what should we name them?” Genesis said trying to calm her emotion, she was also curious of how far she affected him, could she make Apocalypse of all people to see thing her way, to make the end create?
Apocalypse think for a moment, his eyes looking at the water surface as if trying to find something, anything. For the first time in his life, he have thought of something this hard, with a sigh, he bring his hand up and scratches his head, closing his eye in contemplation before an idea appear in his mind, his eye widen slightly as he bring his hand down the fountain, taking a small amount of water in his pawn, surprisingly the water didn’t immediately evaporates, because for the first time of his life, Apocalypse restrain his power into nothing, because this it the first time he create something.
“Let's call them…Human” he said, looking at the picture of that small creature, appearing under the small puddle of water in his pawn.
Genesis eyes wide open in surprise, she didn’t expect he would actually create something, she really thought that it did take longer than that to convince him, then she began to smile, a rather dangerous one.
“Human?” Genesis said her eye remain fixed on his focus face, “i think…i like that name”
From there on, Genesis and Apocalypse, two opposing yet parallel entities, shared the power to create the world. Over the years, they laid the foundations for the laws, creatures, and operating principles of the universe they shared.
In that balance, Apocalypse stood in his own space, a place he called the Nether. This was the first creation he had made by himself, using the power borrowed from Genesis. But to say that Apocalypse was bad at creating would be an understatement.
He stood still in the middle of the world he had created, his eyes scanning the chaotic scene before him. “What the hell is this?” he muttered, squeezing his nasal bone with his hand, as if tired of his own creation.
The Nether was not a world for the living, but a land for the dead. A chaotic symphony of war, blood, collapse, and destruction. There is no peace here, only constant change, creation and destruction.
The Nether sky has no sun. Instead, it is a sea of ??black and red fire that swirls like an angry storm, unstable and constantly roaring. Occasionally, from the layers of fire clouds, fiery orbs crash down to the ground, piercing the rock, leaving cracks where the fire continues to smolder.
The air is thick and heavy, as if it could be cut with a knife. It smells of sulfur, burnt blood, and the haunting scent of wandering souls.
The Nether is not a place, it is a chaos of burning rock layers, living volcanoes that erupt constantly, and lava islands that float like cursed land, dripping with fire and blood onto the dry ground below.
Smoldering pillars of rock pierce from the abyss into the sky like black spears, piercing the darkness of the celestial sphere.
Beneath the cracked ground, towering fortresses, forged from obsidian, a stone as smooth as a mirror but radiating heat and fire from within. There is no life here like in Aether. There are only demons.
They are creatures that exist as distorted reflections of emotions and desires. They have no physical form, only souls clinging to the essence of the Nether. But due to the peculiarity of this land, they can collide and can kill each other as if screaming for something unknown.
There are no laws, no organization, only eternal war.
And when a demon falls, Apocalypse, in an effort to maintain his world, uses the creative power borrowed from Genesis to revive them. And the cycle begins again, without end.
At the center of that sea of ??raging fire, the citadel of Apocalypse stands tall, a majestic structure that inscribes his ideals. The walls reached up to the clouds, carved with images of endless wars, demons torn to pieces, and the fiery-eyed figure of Apocalypse, standing tall like a god of judgment.
His creation, though unstable, though not as perfect as Genesis creations, was still a part of the world they had created together. And Apocalypse, though he would not admit it, knew that the Nether was a reflection of himself, a being who knew only the end. Apocalypse stood on his citadel, a towering figure against the burning sky, his eyes scanning the chaotic landscape below. A never ending battle of demons was taking place, where his creations slaughtered each other, where rivers of lava flowed like the red veins of the underworld, where seas of fire stretched to the horizon.
In the distance, lava islands floated in the air, isolated and abandoned, along with obsidian fortresses towering over the rugged terrain. But they were useless, he had created them as a majestic symbol of the underworld, a mark of authority. They were supposed to be a highlight of this world, but now their existence was nothing more than meaningless decoration in the chaos.
Everything he created had no purpose. No connection, no order. All meaningless.
He sighed, his eyes narrowing slightly. “It’s ridiculous… why do I even bother trying?” his voice was tinged with annoyance, as if he didn’t understand himself. Creation, something that had always been meaningless to him.
Apocalypse was a being who knew only destruction and ending. An entity born to erase everything that existed, even the concept of meaning. To him, everything was redundant, not worth maintaining. So why did he create this place? Did he create the Nether because it was what he wanted, or was it what she wanted?
A question that had no answer, but it kept creeping into his mind, making it impossible for him to easily dismiss it. Apocalypse shook his head, trying to clear the stray thoughts from his mind. It didn't matter anymore. He had failed to create something that satisfied him, he should have known from the beginning that this outcome was inevitable.
While he was lost in thought and amidst the violent noise of the underworld, another presence appeared.
A pure ray of light tore through the Nether sky, piercing through the chaotic red and black clouds, breaking the laws of this land. That light touched the barren ground of the underworld, creating a land unaffected by the destruction of Apocalypse. The ray of light gradually transformed, creating a long staircase, a path connecting Aether and Nether.
But this was not just an ordinary bridge. It is one of Genesis creations. It was The Luminexus. And then, at that moment, Genesis stepped down from her Aether to the Nether. The entire underworld seemed to suddenly fall silent. Her light shone throughout the space, dispelling the darkness and chaos of this world.
Her slender feet gently stepped down each step, then it touched the ground of the Nether. Instantly, the barren ground where she stood transformed, becoming a lush, green lawn filled with life. Like magic, the barren land became fertile, life bursting forth in the blink of an eye.
The entire Nether seemed to stop, a moment of silence in the midst of the endless chaos.
Even the demons that were immersed in endless battle had to stop. Their eyes, once only known of destruction, now turned to the presence of Genesis, an entity that had never belonged to this place, but brought something that the Nether had never had…
Sensing the change spreading throughout the space, Apocalypse turned his eyes to the Bridge of Light, where pure light cut through the chaos of the Nether. There, Genesis was moving gently amidst the sea of ??fire, her appearance elegant as if this place had never been a cursed land. Even though she was standing in the world of death and destruction, she still had a gentle smile on her face, walking step by step towards the Apocalypse's castle, passing through the flowing lava, crossing the desolate land, without any hesitation.
Her eyes soon met his, who was standing proudly on the castle wall, looking down with a red gaze.
Seeing him, her heart surged with excitement, like a stream suddenly flowing through the dry desert. Her smile became brighter, just like a child who had not seen their favorite toy for a long time.
"Genesis?" Apocalypse whispered to himself, his eyes shining with surprise.
Since the war a thousand years ago, Genesis had almost never stepped out of the Everlasting Garden, where she isolated herself from the rest of the universe. She always created and tested everything in her garden before bringing them out into the world. Every time he wanted to see her, he had to set foot in the Aether. Apocalypse never thought that she would one day enter his world, a place like this. The worst thing was that he didn't want Genesis to see the mess he had created with her power, the thing he called the Nether.
Apocalypse shook his head, as if to clear away the thoughts that were binding him. Why did he care what she thought of this place? He was the one who brought about the end, not the beginning or creation. Genesis had definitely predicted that the Nether would become like this.
And yet... a part of him still wondered what she would say.
Not wanting to keep her waiting, Apocalypse stepped off the wall, then without hesitation, threw himself into the sea of ??fire that was swirling below. His body tore through space, thrusting into the sea of ??fire with great force, creating a huge wave of fire, spreading out in each burning vortex. The wave of rage spread, but only to a certain limit, it stopped before reaching Genesis, as if the world itself was aware of her presence. His body merged with the sea of ??fire, splitting into burning pieces before reassembling, re-forming itself. And then, like a god descending from the sea of ??fire, he stepped up from the abyss, step by step approaching her.
His eyes met hers. The fire in his eyes burned, but not from anger, but from some feeling, excitement? Joy? It was hard to describe even though he had felt it for hundreds of years, emotions were really troublesome.
He spoke, low but authoritative.
“Why are you here?”
Genesis chuckled, a gentle but mischievous smile. She stepped forward, her eyes scanning the Nether, looking at the chaotic land that Apocalypse had created.
“I came down here to see your work and to see you.” Her voice was soft but observant. She paused, then her eyes turned amused.
“How interesting.” She reached up, touching the thick, steaming air. “To think someone who is the embodiment of end and destruction creates a place like this?”
Her eyes swept over the obsidian fortresses, the floating lava islands, the blazing rivers of fire. “Honestly, I thought the Nether would be an empty space… a dimension containing nothing. After all, you don’t look like someone who enjoys creating.”
Then, an interesting thought had just popped into her head, her smile became more mischievous.
“Could it be, you did all this to impress me?”
Apocalypse suddenly paused. The unexpected question caused an indescribable feeling to creep into his mind, flustered, as if she had just seen something he didn’t want to admit.
He immediately shook his head, trying to keep his expression calm.
“You are wrong.” He said in a low voice. “We’re using each other’s powers, so I just want to understand more about your power.”
“If we fight again in the future, I’ll know how to counter your abilities.”
Genesis still looked at him, her gaze unwavering. She understood the person standing in front of her too well, and she knew very well that it was just an excuse. Apocalypse wanted to create something that would be enough to catch Genesis’s attention. But of course, he would never admit it. She chuckled, a soft sound that echoed like a gentle melody amidst the chaos of the Nether. An idea flashed through her mind, a daring thought that she couldn’t resist, after all she was able to change him to this degree, making him go against his own very being for her, she wonder... Genesis tilted her head, her mischievous eyes looking up from under her soft brows.
“What if we fight again one day? What if you have no other choice but to kill me?”
The question was like an arrow piercing through Apocalypse’s composure, his heart stopped for a moment. His lips opened, as if he wanted to say something, but then quickly closed again. He hesitated, not knowing how to answer, conflict ideas and thoughts tangled in his mind.
Finally, those lips opened again, a low voice echoing through the space filled with fire and ashes.
“If one day I am your opponent, if one day I have to kill you, then…”
Genesis stood still, her eyes following his every word. Her eyes widened in surprise, but only for a moment. She quickly regained her composure, as if she had half known the answer, and half was still surprised by what she had heard from Apocalypse.
After all, he was the embodiment of the end.
She smiled slightly, a gentle smile. Without saying another word, she held out her hand, her slender fingers intertwined with his.
“Alright” she said, her voice gentle but no less mischievous. “How about you show me what you’ve created?”
He nodded, and began to lead her away, all the while thinking about his answer, was it reasonable? They were originally two opposites, but she made him feel things he had never felt before, he always felt like he had to prove something to her, while Genesis seemed to always know what he would say, what he was thinking, was what he said also part of her plan? His hand loosened from hers.
Feeling something it off, she looked down at their intertwined hand, a look of unsatisfied flash though her eye, she quickly tightened her grip on him, Genesis spoke up.
“Is there something bothering you?” She smiled lightly, her voice full of understanding, perhaps she knew what was making him nervous before he answered, she was just waiting for him to say it.
Apocalypse stopped in his tracks, he thought about his next words carefully before speaking.
“You asked me what I would do if one day I became your opponent.” He took a deep breath before turning back to look at her, his face carrying an indescribable emotion, something that only she could understand. “So if one day…. If one day I disappear, if one day I'm no longer here standing by your side, what will you do?”
Genesis smiled lightly as if by instinct, she just needed to continue saying the things he wanted to hear, saying that she would miss him, saying that he would always be in her heart and so on and so forth, but those words soon became unimportant.
A choking feeling, a vague uneasiness that she hadn’t expected, welled up inside her. It was like a cold hand had squeezed her smile before she realized it, extinguishing it like a candle blown out by the wind. Her hand tightened even more around his, her knuckles white, like if she had loosened her grip, the Apocalypse she knew would disappear, all her work, all her plan that she made for all the time that to come would be in shambles, she have come too far to lose him here. Her face became strangely serious, her eyes fixed on him, not moving an inch.
Apocalypse looked at Genesis, a cold unease running down his spine. In all his hundreds of years, he had never seen the smile disappear from her lips so suddenly.
“Genesis?” he asked softly, his voice low and slightly probing.
She didn’t answer right away, her eyes still locked on him, as if struggling with some thought that had just arisen. The thought of her Apocalypse vanishing, ceasing to exist, was a very unpleasant thought.
“You will not die,” Genesis whispered, but her tone was steely, filled with unshakeable determination. “You will not go anywhere.” Her voice carried absolute control, as if she were giving an order that no one was allowed to disobey.
She raised her other hand, her long, cold fingers touching his cheek, caressing slowly but possessively. Her gaze dug into his eyes, no longer gentle, but burning with a fierce desire to possess, as if wanting to imprison his soul forever beside her. That look made Apocalypse startled, a feeling both strange and suffocating.
“Genesis…” he softly called her name, his voice slightly confused.
“You will be here with me,” Genesis affirmed as if it was an undeniable truth, her hands tightening on his face, as if wanting to engrave his image into his mind. “And I will make sure of it.”
Her hands held tightly to both of his cheeks, its cold but steadfast warmth spreading over his skin. Slowly, Apocalypse raised his hands, covering her hands. He looked deep into those eyes that were burning with a strange possessive fire, and a wordless acceptance gradually formed in his heart.
“Yes,” he said softly, his voice hoarse, “I will not go anywhere.”
Hearing that sentence, her eyes lit up, and she smiled.
“Yes, you are mine, Apocalypse. And I will keep you…. forever.”
