Blessed by Night

Chapter 105  Malachi Saint Vs. Alex Heller!

Before Alex could even register what happened, huge dark claws pierced through his stomach and raised him into the air. In this form, nothing was supposed to be able to hurt him, and yet he had been so easily stabbed by this utter monstrosity. "You should save some for me, Shear. I didn't go through all of that hell for nothing, did I?" Hearing an annoyingly familiar voice, Alex looked up into the sky just in time to see Mal's fist coming towards his face. BOOOOOOOOOOOMMMMMMM!!!

The shockwave that ensued when Mal struck Alex ripped through their surroundings, cracking concrete and further destroying the buildings nearby. Alex was sent flying, and Shear looked mildly disappointed that she had allowed her prey to escape. "It's alright girl, things aren't quite over with yet." Malachi comforted. For some reason, his words seemed to have given her a considerable pick me up, and she flexed her blades in anticipation. Almost on cue, there was a large explosion and Alex had fully recovered from the surprise attack inflicted on him, but he looked a little different. His hair was now seemingly electrified and white lightning was coursing over his entire body. n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om

"He's coming." Mal warned. "Hisss..."

Running forward, lightning trailed from Alex's footsteps as he leapt up into the air and held out his hands. Twin bolts of lightning found their way into his palms, taking the form of large spears that he could wield with ease. There was a reason Alex Heller was seen as one of the world's best. Despite his godlike power, he was never truly satisfied with just that, and he worked his fingers to the bone so that he would reach an undeniable peak. Run of the mill blessed couldn't be allowed to think they were equal to him, could they?

He had to surpass them in every single area.

And it was all for moments like this where he could crush those beneath him with overwhelming ability. "I SHOULD HAVE KILLED YOU LONG BEFORE NOW, BUT YOU CAN BE SURE AS SHIT I'LL SAVOR IT!"

Just before Alex could attack him, Malachi reached into the shadows and pulled out his newly acquired iklwha that he received from Luna. Raising both above his head, he protected himself as he and Alex clashed weapons in another explosive confrontation.

BOOOOOOOOMMMMM!!!

As a testament to his strength and ability, Alex was locked in a deadlock with both Malachi and Shear. The supposed horror had both of her shoulder blades locked against Alex's electrified spear, and it was very clear that she was feeling some residual shocks.

"You bastard, I always knew you were only focused on taking from me! I should have killed you long ago you fucking insect!" Alex roared. "You're insane. I had no interest in you until you stole from Luna. For that, I'll tear your fucking head off."

 Malachi did not back down, and continued to push back against his opponent with an icy demeanor. Maybe it was how casual Malachi seemed to be about all of this, but Alex felt himself getting angrier as the seconds ticked by."Fuck that bitch!"

A terrible sense of danger began to trickle out of Malachi's body. Even though his armor did not typically have any distinguishing features, a dark mouth filled with serrated teeth appeared on his face.

His long dreadlocks that were floating in the breeze suddenly grew pointed and barbed ends, turning his hair into a lethal weapon. "Shear... come back inside." He ordered in a demonic voice. The unknown creature had never heard her master sound like this before, and for the first time she became slightly afraid. She left in a hurry without even putting up a fuss, freeing up Alex's left arm and doubling the amount of danger Malachi was in. But he honestly could not have cared less. His hand now free, Alex stabbed Malachi directly in the stomach, but was alarmed when the nightmarish apparition did not even flinch.

"What the hell is wrong with you...?"

Instead of crying out, Malachi used his newly weaponized dreads to pierce his opponents arm, where they embedded themselves inside and locked him in place. Malachi dropped his weapons back into the shadows at his feet a moment later, and head butted Alex with extreme prejudice, shattering his nose. The man blessed by Ouranos was justifiably stunned, but his headache was only just beginning. His weapons no longer in his hands, Malachi started striking his opponent in the face with his fists, every blow accompanied by the sound of an explosion and a sonic boom. For the crime of disrespecting someone he loved, he would beat Alex to death by any means necessary. Alex knew that he couldn't just sit here and suffer these attacks without any sort of retaliation, so he called down two F5 tornadoes with the goal of forcing separation. A rational headed man would have stepped away by now, but Malachi's mind was no longer interested in rationality. Nothing else mattered to him besides killing Alex. When the cyclones came close enough, Malachi was lifted into the air, but his barbed hair was still embedded in Alex's arm, forcing him to come along for the ride.

Even while being flung about as if he were no more than a rag doll, Malachi was still adamantly clawing and punching at Alex. But being in the center of this storm had revitalized the leader of true sky, and he was finally done suffering through these attacks. He casually ripped out Malachi's hair that was embedded in his arm, becoming even more irritated by the pain.

Whirling him around by the hair, Alex hurled Malachi's body into the air and channeled another of his powers. An enormous piece of hail the size of a bolder fell from the sky, crushing Mal and burying him beneath the icy rubble. Bang!

Mal admittedly took a moment to recuperate, as the act of suddenly being struck by such a large object had completely knocked the wind out of his body. Pushing the icy boulder off of him, he shakily clawed back to his feet when he felt an overbearing sense of danger coming from above him.

"ROOOOAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!"

"SSSCCCREEEEEEEEE!!!!"

"GUUUOOOOOOOOO!!!!"

Looking up into the sky, Malachi found three titans of enormous size waiting for him to stand up.

One was a construct in the shape of a dragon whose body was made up entirely of unstable yellow lightning. Beside it was a falcon made from the most turbulent winds imaginable.

The last of the trio was a golem in the shape of a yeti with a clear icy body that froze the air around it with it's mere presence. In the center of the creatures was Alex Heller, looking rather proud of his creations and staring at Malachi with an expression filled with contempt. "Game's over. Shame you can't stick around to see how I'll fuck this world after you're gone. But you don't need to worry, I'll keep those bitches around you company."

Malachi ground his teeth together so hard that they nearly cracked. In his entire life, he had never met a more infuriating person. He had to die by any means necessary, and he didn't care what he had to do to turn that into reality. 'Morgan told me not to do this too much but... this is fine.'

He reached into himself, and tapped into the well of power that he had been storing from the night around him, and he did something that he had only done once before on a much smaller scale. He swallowed all of the light within ten miles. His body became nothing more than a vortex that sucked in every source of illumination that it could find. The surrounding area became an empty mass of black where nothing was visible, except for the starry night above, and the man who seemed to be made of night below. In his mind, Malachi recalled an event that he hadn't thought about after it happened. In Sei's restaurant, he was approached by a little boy who was excited to see his powers and asked him a question that he initially did not have the answer to. 'Hey mister, are you strong like Alex Heller?' 'Didn't have an answer for you then, so I think it's about time we find out, no?'