Ainchase was abandoned by the Goddess and left with no purpose. In one last attempt to prove himself to Ishmael, He attempts to destroy the corrupted El shard in Feita, with the resulting catastrophe sending him far beyond the reality he knew to a world beset by Raptures. With no purpose or future, Ain wanders the surface, slowly falling into the arms of corruption.
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Herrscher: (An Elsword/Goddess of Victory NIKKE Crossover)
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Prologue: Wanderer
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Prologue: Wanderer
"I have but one purpose to my creation. To restore the El, then to disappear as all things that have lost their use should."
Those were the words of Ainchase Ishmael, the creation of the Goddess Ishmael as he descended from Heaven to the lower world. It was a confirmation of his existence. His divine purpose.
He met the El search party not long after, and found light in the hope of mortals. Ishmael was truly wise in offering the El to the lower world. It brought the barren lands from bleak wastelands full of death to these teeming with hope, life, and joy, even among the darkness brought by the Demon World.
Unfortunately, old wounds began reopening, and the seed of chaos had taken root deep in his body, waiting for the time to grow into a fully realized future.
Henir was patiently waiting for his plan to come to fruition.
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It had been several weeks since Ainchase had broken away from the El search party, and his Goddess was not responding to his prayers. He wandered the lands on his own, searching for the El shards that had shattered in the last conflict with the Demon God Sult. Each prayer unanswered dug into his heart. Had he failed his Goddess? Had she forsaken him?
Was he truly so pathetic?
No. His faith would remain strong. This was a test. He needed to restore the El before all hope was lost.
And so, he journeyed to Feita. To the Temple of his Goddess.
What he found there chilled him to the bone.
The El, symbol of his Goddess's kindness to the world, and the source of life for many in the world had been corrupted, blackened by demonic power. It was unthinkable. Impossible.
"This can't be.." he whispered, dropping to his knees in front of the broken altar that housed the corrupted El.
Was this the fate that would befall the world? To be corrupted without the protection of his Goddess? Where was Ishmael? Where did she go?
Even more so, his purpose in existing. His reason to keep going on. It was all utterly pointless. One big joke.
He felt rage. He raged at himself. He raged at the foul demons that corrupted the universe. He raged at his helplessness.
Soon, that rage turned to hopelessness and sorrow. As he knelt in front of the desecrated altar, his robes dirty and his hope gone, his eyes dulled.
From within his heart came one conclusion.
He had been abandoned.
Left purposeless and with no future, he waited for his existence to fade away, yet it never did. He stayed in front of the broken altar in the empty temple for many hours, not speaking or breathing. Just silently existing. It was the best he could do.
He was a forsaken being, a creation with no use. He could not afford a purpose, nor a future.
Standing up from the ground slowly, Ainchase slowly came to terms with his existence. He had to destroy the corrupted El. It would kill him, but he already knew he was to be used and disposed of, so this fit quite well with his purpose.
Raising his arm up, he summoned Erst Bohren from the divine treasury. At least his power remained to be commanded.
Bringing the spear of light down upon the corrupted El shard, the divine spear bit into the shard, causing a titanic celestial overload of Godly power that erupted from the wound in the El shard that swallowed the whole city in an explosion that erased any and everything with divine and demonic energies that clashed and corrupted all that remained.
When the immense explosion died down, all that was left was a smoking crater where Feita once was, and the shattered broken fragments of the corrupted El.
Ainchase was no longer there.
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When Ainchase awoke, he was greeted by a strange sight. Foreign architecture lay broken and destroyed all around him, and a different sun looked down upon him from the sky. However, to him the blinding brilliance was dull and cold, just like his heart had become.
Abandoned. Broken. Alone.
Getting up slowly, he reached his senses out. Perhaps he hadn't been sent too far from the El?
However his worst fear was soon confirmed, he could not feel the corrupted power of his Goddess, and that was what fully squared the circle for him.
This was another universe entirely.
He could sense no interference from demons, nor any God or Goddess in this strange world. It was alone and abandoned to the cosmos, just like himself.
After he gained some of his senses again, he realized that this world was a perfect reflection of his existence, and there was no longer confusion in his eyes.
His white and blue soft robes with their golden edges had been marred with dirt and dust, and it was slow to be removed. Still, after a small application of his energy, the dirt was removed. Leaving him a bit more respectable looking. His grayish hair was no longer white tinted, and instead had become more silver in the place of the white that had once been.
His green eyes had dulled from their bright emerald to a grayish green, signifying the loss of his connection to his Goddess beginning to manifest. However, he was pulled out of his malaise by the arrival of a dozen Nasods, or well, upon closer inspection, creatures that resembled Nasods.
They flew through the air towards him with their metal bodies and black flesh that seemed to be grafted to them where their metal carapaces did not cover.
Red eyeholes glowed with malice towards him as the beings approached, easily the size of a human and more with cannons primed at him.
Folding space around him in a barrier, Ainchase was quick enough to protect himself before rounds that could shred tanks and aircraft alike flew into his barrier from in front, and were expelled out the back of it only to tear apart the building behind him.
When the barrage stopped, he raised his left hand out towards the creatures that attacked him, and he whispered softly.
"Be still" he softly said, and he clenched his fist.
Instantly, the space around the creatures warped and spiraled, causing the creatures to be torn apart and twisted into unrecognizable shards of flesh and metal that dropped to the street with soft thuds and clattering.
There was no cheer in his eyes at his victory. It was as pointless as his existence. In the first place, if he couldn't destroy these creatures, then he would deserve what violent end came to him.
He glided forward down the street in front of him, as a soft summer breeze blew through the surrounding buildings. There was no destination to arrive at, but he felt he had to move, lest he attract more of these hostile beings.
With nowhere to go, and no one to see, Ainchase was now simply a wanderer.
No, he was not Ainchase Ishmael anymore.
He was now the wanderer Ain. A being with no future or purpose, abandoned by his Goddess and left to find his own future in the rubble of time.
"I have but one purpose to my creation. To restore the El, then to disappear as all things that have lost their use should."
Those were the words of Ainchase Ishmael, the creation of the Goddess Ishmael as he descended from Heaven to the lower world. It was a confirmation of his existence. His divine purpose.
He met the El search party not long after, and found light in the hope of mortals. Ishmael was truly wise in offering the El to the lower world. It brought the barren lands from bleak wastelands full of death to these teeming with hope, life, and joy, even among the darkness brought by the Demon World.
Unfortunately, old wounds began reopening, and the seed of chaos had taken root deep in his body, waiting for the time to grow into a fully realized future.
Henir was patiently waiting for his plan to come to fruition.
-------------------------------------------------
It had been several weeks since Ainchase had broken away from the El search party, and his Goddess was not responding to his prayers. He wandered the lands on his own, searching for the El shards that had shattered in the last conflict with the Demon God Sult. Each prayer unanswered dug into his heart. Had he failed his Goddess? Had she forsaken him?
Was he truly so pathetic?
No. His faith would remain strong. This was a test. He needed to restore the El before all hope was lost.
And so, he journeyed to Feita. To the Temple of his Goddess.
What he found there chilled him to the bone.
The El, symbol of his Goddess's kindness to the world, and the source of life for many in the world had been corrupted, blackened by demonic power. It was unthinkable. Impossible.
"This can't be.." he whispered, dropping to his knees in front of the broken altar that housed the corrupted El.
Was this the fate that would befall the world? To be corrupted without the protection of his Goddess? Where was Ishmael? Where did she go?
Even more so, his purpose in existing. His reason to keep going on. It was all utterly pointless. One big joke.
He felt rage. He raged at himself. He raged at the foul demons that corrupted the universe. He raged at his helplessness.
Soon, that rage turned to hopelessness and sorrow. As he knelt in front of the desecrated altar, his robes dirty and his hope gone, his eyes dulled.
From within his heart came one conclusion.
He had been abandoned.
Left purposeless and with no future, he waited for his existence to fade away, yet it never did. He stayed in front of the broken altar in the empty temple for many hours, not speaking or breathing. Just silently existing. It was the best he could do.
He was a forsaken being, a creation with no use. He could not afford a purpose, nor a future.
Standing up from the ground slowly, Ainchase slowly came to terms with his existence. He had to destroy the corrupted El. It would kill him, but he already knew he was to be used and disposed of, so this fit quite well with his purpose.
Raising his arm up, he summoned Erst Bohren from the divine treasury. At least his power remained to be commanded.
Bringing the spear of light down upon the corrupted El shard, the divine spear bit into the shard, causing a titanic celestial overload of Godly power that erupted from the wound in the El shard that swallowed the whole city in an explosion that erased any and everything with divine and demonic energies that clashed and corrupted all that remained.
When the immense explosion died down, all that was left was a smoking crater where Feita once was, and the shattered broken fragments of the corrupted El.
Ainchase was no longer there.
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When Ainchase awoke, he was greeted by a strange sight. Foreign architecture lay broken and destroyed all around him, and a different sun looked down upon him from the sky. However, to him the blinding brilliance was dull and cold, just like his heart had become.
Abandoned. Broken. Alone.
Getting up slowly, he reached his senses out. Perhaps he hadn't been sent too far from the El?
However his worst fear was soon confirmed, he could not feel the corrupted power of his Goddess, and that was what fully squared the circle for him.
This was another universe entirely.
He could sense no interference from demons, nor any God or Goddess in this strange world. It was alone and abandoned to the cosmos, just like himself.
After he gained some of his senses again, he realized that this world was a perfect reflection of his existence, and there was no longer confusion in his eyes.
His white and blue soft robes with their golden edges had been marred with dirt and dust, and it was slow to be removed. Still, after a small application of his energy, the dirt was removed. Leaving him a bit more respectable looking. His grayish hair was no longer white tinted, and instead had become more silver in the place of the white that had once been.
His green eyes had dulled from their bright emerald to a grayish green, signifying the loss of his connection to his Goddess beginning to manifest. However, he was pulled out of his malaise by the arrival of a dozen Nasods, or well, upon closer inspection, creatures that resembled Nasods.
They flew through the air towards him with their metal bodies and black flesh that seemed to be grafted to them where their metal carapaces did not cover.
Red eyeholes glowed with malice towards him as the beings approached, easily the size of a human and more with cannons primed at him.
Folding space around him in a barrier, Ainchase was quick enough to protect himself before rounds that could shred tanks and aircraft alike flew into his barrier from in front, and were expelled out the back of it only to tear apart the building behind him.
When the barrage stopped, he raised his left hand out towards the creatures that attacked him, and he whispered softly.
"Be still" he softly said, and he clenched his fist.
Instantly, the space around the creatures warped and spiraled, causing the creatures to be torn apart and twisted into unrecognizable shards of flesh and metal that dropped to the street with soft thuds and clattering.
There was no cheer in his eyes at his victory. It was as pointless as his existence. In the first place, if he couldn't destroy these creatures, then he would deserve what violent end came to him.
He glided forward down the street in front of him, as a soft summer breeze blew through the surrounding buildings. There was no destination to arrive at, but he felt he had to move, lest he attract more of these hostile beings.
With nowhere to go, and no one to see, Ainchase was now simply a wanderer.
No, he was not Ainchase Ishmael anymore.
He was now the wanderer Ain. A being with no future or purpose, abandoned by his Goddess and left to find his own future in the rubble of time.