Fall of the Freak Inhuman "Laurent"
The air crackled with tension as the gate of destruction loomed large, the sky splitting asunder with the sheer force of what was emerging.
The Covenant had been battling fiercely, hoping to stamp out the fire of rebellion. But now, the moment of truth was upon them. The true power of the Western alliance, forged in a pact with demonic monstrosities, was about to be revealed.
The world had shifted. No longer could the Awakened remain on the sidelines, watching in silence as their world was shattered by treason and invasion.
In this chaos, a singular man, Alaa Moujado, stood at the forefront of the battle. With the mighty roar of a Titan, his giant form cast shadows, and his immense rage would soon find a target. Laurent, the leader of the Western coalition, and the embodiment of treachery, had gone too far. He had formed a pact with the monstrous demons, promising the Covenant's dark forces untold power in exchange for their cooperation in invading nations.
Alaa would end Laurent's existence for all the pain and suffering he had caused.
But he was not alone. The Awakened stood by his side. Ali Moujado, the Hellfog Ghost, his body burning with the fires of revenge. Yasser, the Insect King, his claws rippling with the force of nature. And the Blade Phantom, his sword already slick with blood, waiting to deal the final blow.
They had come for a reason, a single purpose. To end the alliance between the Western forces and the demons, to bring about justice.
The battle began with the roar of the Titans.
The Showdown: Laurent's Monster Revelation
Laurent stood tall, surrounded by the demonic forces that had been summoned through his pact.
His form was inhuman, distorted by the power of the shards that had corrupted him. His eyes were glowing red, and his body was entirely encased in an armor of pitch-black energy, a manifestation of the monstrous pact he had made with the demonic hordes. He was no longer human; he had become something far more dangerous. A creature of darkness and death.
Alaa's golden eyes narrowed. His heart burned with fury, but it was not just rage that drove him—this was the will of retribution, a force more potent than anything Laurent could imagine.
"You are a fool," Laurent spat, his voice filled with contempt. "You think you can stop me? You think your pathetic rebellion will make a difference?"
The demonic energy coursed through Laurent, his form expanding as his body cracked open, revealing monstrous appendages, jagged, sinewy limbs, and writhing tentacles. He had become one with the demon.
"I am beyond your reach, Alaa," Laurent sneered. "You and your people are insignificant insects beneath my heel. The Western alliance has already won."
His words rang out as if they were a final verdict, a triumph of evil. Laurent raised his hand, unleashing waves of dark energy that sought to crush anything in their path.
But Alaa was ready.
The First Blow: Alaa Breaks the Demon's Will
Alaa's form shifted as he lunged forward, his fist raised high. The ground beneath him cracked and trembled, and with a single thunderous strike, his giant fist collided with Laurent's twisted form.
The force of the blow shook the very earth. Laurent's armor shattered with an ear-splitting crack, his monstrous form thrown back, but still standing—barely.
"You will fall, Laurent!" Alaa bellowed. His voice echoed with the weight of a thousand battles, a battle cry of justice.
The demon-wrought Laurent staggered, his twisted limbs flailing as he recovered. His voice, now laced with desperation, came through ragged breaths.
"No! I won't fall! I—"
But before he could finish, Alaa was upon him.
The Fatal Cut: Alaa and Laurent's Final Clash
With ferocity unmatched, Alaa's massive arm swung down, and his golden fist collided with Laurent's demonic form once again. But this time, there was no stopping him.
"This is the end," Alaa growled, his voice unwavering.
With a primal snarl, Alaa unleashed his ultimate attack.
"BREAK!" he roared, his body pulsing with energy.
With the sheer force of his Titan strength, Alaa sliced through Laurent's demonic body. His enormous blade of pure energy sliced through Laurent's twisted armor, cutting him down the center.
The battle stopped.
For a moment, everything was silent.
Laurent's monstrous body fell in two halves, his blood—black as the void—spilling across the ground.
The world stood still as Laurent's inhuman body crumpled, dead, divided. The pact was broken, and the traitor's reign ended. His final breath was but a whisper of defiance that never came to fruition.
The Others Take Action: Blade Phantom, Yasser, and Ali
With Laurent's fall, the Covenant forces no longer had a leader. Chaos erupted, and the monstrous demons began to flee in terror.
But the Awakened would not be satisfied with just Laurent's death.
The Blade Phantom took swift action, his swift blade cutting down foes that had once been allies to Laurent. In a blur of motion, he dispatched the remaining traitorous soldiers with ruthless precision.
"No mercy for these traitors," the Blade Phantom whispered as he flitted through shadows, his blade flashing like a serpent's strike.
Meanwhile, Yasser, the Insect King, raised his hands to the sky, and with a powerful wave of his claws, he sent hordes of monstrous moths to tear apart the remaining Covenant forces. His fury knew no bounds, his claws slashing through enemies as though they were paper.
And Ali Moujado, standing tall, wreathed in black fire, took to the skies, unleashing a torrent of hellfire upon those who dared stand in his way.
"You betrayed your world," Ali muttered as he burned through the last of the Western forces. "Now you will burn with it."
The True Reason for Retribution: Why They Attack the Western Alliance
The Western alliance, having forged a pact with demonic beings, had set their sights on the world's destruction. The pact they had made was no mere alliance; it was a contract of darkness. The demons had promised the West incredible power in exchange for their help in conquering the world. The Covenant—who had promised to help invade nations, bringing chaos and terror to every corner of the globe—had betrayed humanity for the sake of power.
The Eastern nations had wisely shut themselves off from this corrupt pact, and only the region of Africa and the nearby lands had resisted the Western invasion. They had made their stand against the traitors and the demonic beasts that had ravaged their homes.
The Awakened knew the truth.
They fought to preserve humanity, to protect what was left, and to bring retribution upon the betrayers who had turned their backs on the world.
Alaa, Ali, Yasser, and the Blade Phantom knew that if the Western forces were allowed to succeed, then the world would be consumed by darkness—an eternal night where humanity would cease to exist.
Epilogue: The World's New Dawn?
The fall of Laurent was but a beginning. The Awakened had won this battle, but the war was far from over.
With the Covenant shattered, the demonic forces still roamed, their dark pact with the West broken but not forgotten.
Alaa, standing amidst the battlefield, his golden eyes scanning the horizon, felt a heavy weight upon his shoulders.
"This is not over," he whispered to himself, his voice tinged with both relief and sorrow.
The battle had been won, but the true war for the future of Earth was still to come.
And the Awakened, the last hope of humanity, would fight until the final breath.
[TO BE CONTINED].