The abandoned planet part three - invasion of the humanoid Robots

The faint, eerie silence of the abandoned planet settled heavily over Theodore and Mateo Robertson. Both brothers sat amidst the charred remains of the battlefield, patches of scorched earth and broken stone dotting the land as far as the eye could see. A light breeze carried the scent of metal and dust, the aftermath of their battle with Poneros lingering in the air. Theodore felt every ache and bruise from the intense fight they'd just survived. His black sword, the Sword of Destruction, lay at his side, while Mateo clutched his trident, examining the cuts on his arm.

"You alright, Theo?" Mateo asked, his voice hoarse but steady.

Theodore glanced up, his deep blue eyes, edged with exhaustion, meeting his brother's. "I've had worse," he replied, forcing a small, weary smile. He noticed the dried blood on Mateo's shoulder and the black scorch marks across his own armor. The brothers had barely a moment's respite after facing the wrath of Poneros. Yet, despite their injuries, a fierce determination glinted in their eyes. They knew their battle wasn't over.

They both recalled their mother's last words—a bitter, haunting reminder echoing across the void in their minds: "Don't believe in gods." Those words became the mantra that had fueled their every step, every battle, every blow against divine injustice. Theodore clenched his fists, feeling a surge of power from his demon, Artorius, who seemed to whisper encouragement from within.

But before either brother could savor the silence, a deep rumble reverberated across the barren land. The ground trembled beneath their feet, and Theodore's hand instinctively found the hilt of his black sword. Mateo held his trident at the ready, eyes darting toward the source of the disturbance.

"Do you feel that?" Mateo muttered, tightening his grip on the trident.

Theodore nodded, eyes narrowed. The horizon shimmered with movement. Dozens of humanoid figures—cold, metallic, and unforgiving—marched forward, their reflective surfaces catching the last dying rays of the blood-red sun. They moved in perfect synchronization, devoid of any humanity or mercy. Humanoid robots—machines built with the singular purpose to destroy. The brothers had faced demons and gods, but this new enemy felt…different.

Theodore could feel Artorius stirring within him, the demon's ancient rage rising to the surface. "They are relentless, these machines," Artorius' voice echoed in Theodore's mind. "But they can be broken. We'll see to that."

Mateo's demon, Lucius, was equally riled. "They may lack the soul of a god or demon, but do not underestimate them. They are many, and they are merciless."

Theodore glanced at his brother. "Ready to test your endurance?"

Mateo grinned, twirling his trident with a gleam of excitement. "Always."

Without another word, the brothers launched themselves into the oncoming swarm of machines. Theodore's black sword crackled with dark energy, the Sword of Destruction humming with an almost feral anticipation. His first swing cleaved through the nearest robot, slicing it cleanly in half. Sparks erupted from the severed machine, its cold eyes flickering off as it collapsed to the ground in two smoldering pieces.

Beside him, Mateo's trident pulsed with a brilliant blue energy, casting a glow that rivaled the sun. With a sweeping strike, he impaled a robot, sending arcs of lightning coursing through it. The machine convulsed, its metallic limbs twitching before exploding in a shower of parts.

Despite their initial victories, more robots kept advancing, their numbers seemingly endless. They attacked in waves, relentless and coordinated, their metal limbs swinging with precision and strength. Theodore found himself backed against a rocky outcrop, two robots pressing him on either side. With a snarl, he brought the black sword down, unleashing a dark wave of energy that obliterated them instantly. Bits of metal and wiring scattered at his feet.

"Theo! There's too many!" Mateo shouted, parrying a blow from a hulking robot twice his size. He managed to kick it back, but another one lunged forward before he could recover.

Theodore gritted his teeth. "Hold on, Mateo!"

Summoning every ounce of strength left within him, Theodore channeled Artorius' energy into the black sword, feeling the ancient demon's wrath surge into his muscles. With a primal yell, he unleashed a powerful slash, sending a shockwave tearing through the swarm. Robots toppled and exploded under the force, clearing a temporary space around him and his brother.

But the machines weren't deterred. The next wave came faster, fiercer, their metallic forms gleaming under the low light as they pressed forward with chilling determination. Mateo spun his trident with skill and precision, fending off three robots simultaneously. The weapon crackled, releasing a surge of electricity that fried one machine's circuits instantly. With a side-glance, he noticed Theodore fighting with equal ferocity, the black sword cleaving through metal as though it were paper.

"Lucius!" Mateo called out within, summoning the full power of his demon. "I need more strength!"

Lucius responded, his energy surging through Mateo's veins, invigorating him. Mateo let out a powerful shout as he swung his trident, the energy blast tearing through another cluster of robots. But for every machine they destroyed, more advanced, relentless in their pursuit.

"These things don't have any fear," Theodore muttered through gritted teeth, dodging a metal fist aimed at his head. "It's like they're driven by something… beyond reason."

Mateo met his brother's gaze briefly as he slammed his trident into the ground, sending a shockwave that knocked several robots off their feet. "Maybe they are. Whatever it is, we need to end this before we're overrun."

As if on cue, a new wave of robots, larger and more heavily armored, emerged over the ridge, their red eyes gleaming ominously. Theodore's heart sank as he realized the magnitude of their task. But there was no time for hesitation. He raised his black sword, a fierce resolve settling over him.

"Mateo," he called out, his voice steady. "Let's finish this. Together."

The brothers stood side by side, their weapons raised, the power of their demons surging within them. Artorius and Lucius, spirits forged in battles older than time itself, lent their strength to their vessels. The ground around them crackled with energy, a deadly aura that seemed to shake the very earth beneath their feet.

Theodore gripped the Sword of Destruction, feeling the weight and raw power within it. His other sword, retrieved from a hidden cave deep within the forest, hung by his side, radiating an ancient power he had yet to fully understand. But he knew it was powerful, as potent as the black sword, and that it would serve him well in this final stand.

The robots charged, an unrelenting tide of metal. The brothers met them head-on, unleashing a torrent of attacks that lit up the battlefield. Theodore's black sword carved through the enemy ranks with ease, the blade's dark aura slicing through metal as though it were air. His other sword, activated in his left hand, pulsed with a fierce blue energy, complementing the destructive darkness of the black sword.

Mateo's trident spun like a vortex, arcs of lightning spiraling from its prongs as he struck with deadly precision. Lucius' dark power infused his strikes, giving him the strength and speed to face off against the endless onslaught. He sidestepped a robotic arm swinging toward him and drove the trident through its chest, sending a surge of electricity that short-circuited it instantly.

For what felt like hours, the brothers fought, surrounded by the wreckage of fallen machines. They worked in perfect harmony, each anticipating the other's moves, their bond as unbreakable as the steel they wielded.

Finally, as the sun dipped below the horizon, casting the abandoned planet in darkness, the last robot fell, sparking and convulsing before it lay still. Theodore and Mateo stood amidst the metallic graveyard, their bodies battered, their breaths ragged, but victorious.

Theodore sheathed his swords, feeling the weight of exhaustion settle over him. He glanced at Mateo, who gave him a tired, triumphant nod. They had survived yet another trial, another wave of enemies sent by forces that sought to break them.

But in that moment, standing together amidst the silence and shadows, they both knew that no matter how many foes they faced, no matter how many gods or demons they had to destroy, they would fight until the end. Their mother's final words echoed once more in Theodore's mind: Don't believe in gods. And with every battle, that belief grew stronger.

As they began to walk away from the wreckage, preparing for whatever challenge lay ahead, Theodore looked up at the stars. He clenched his fists, a vow forming on his lips.

"The gods abandoned us," he murmured, voice filled with fierce determination. "But they will learn what it means to fear those they've forsaken."

Beside him, Mateo tightened his grip on his trident, a glint of fire in his eyes. The Robertson brothers, vessels of ancient demons, were ready to take their revenge on those who dared to consider themselves gods.