The Primordial Record

Chapter 1095: Descent of Calamity

What was worthy of note was that the Black Bolt organization had no idea of the new giant form of the Blood Blessed, as far as they were concerned the most powerful Blood Bound was similar to a powerful Deific Ranked Explorer, in other words, merely bigger ants.

They sent only a single Ascendant to rid the continent of all life. Storm Hammer, was an Ascendant more than four million years old, unable to reach the Second Dan, Storm Hammer spent most of her time on the lower continents and her appetite for slaughter was nearly unmatched and she was Jerediah\'s lover.

At the First Dan coupled with an intricate control over Time and her powerful Natal Treasures, Storm Hammer was a weapon of great destruction that luxuriated in every act of savagery, and of the 147 times the Blood Bounds had been destroyed, she was responsible for 126 of them. Her hands dripped red with their blood over the ages, and she had developed a peculiar appetite for killing these people for it was among the only times she could let loose with all the depraved thoughts in her heart without any fear of judgment.

Rowan had sensed her arrival a week before he awakened, but she had made no move all this while, she had remained a few miles in the air, hidden by a storm cloud, and watched the events happening all over the continent as she prepared herself for an orgy of mayhem and bloodshed ahead.

Storm Hammer had watched long enough to know that something truly unexpected was happening below. Not even considering the unknown statue at the center of the continent, the nature of the Blood Bounds below had changed, and she had been watching in fascination all this while.n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om

It was not the current state of their bodies that seemed to be filled with health or the strength rippling from every movement they made that had kept her in place for a week, no it was their expressions and attitude. These people were happy.

After nearly four million years of life, Storm Hammer could count how many times she had seen happiness in the face of others or acts that needed to be celebrated, from the moment of her birth, everything she had known was war and death, and to find in what should be a forsaken corner of this world filled with happiness, was a blow to her mental state.

She watched children play, saw the smiles of mothers and the proud grins of fathers, she saw youth holding hands, she saw... love, peace, and contentment, and Shadow Hammer, went mad.

It was hard to know all the building blocks that make up the psyche of an individual, and what was the central block that could be pushed to make them all tumble to the ground. Storm Hammer followed the tenets of the Temple Maidens, that peace could only be found in death, and that happiness was an impossible ideal to strive for.

Despite her extremely evil and barbarous actions against the blood bounds through the ages, some part of herself had envied them, thinking that she was delivering to them peace in what had been a lifetime of suffering, the least they could do was to amuse her in their moment of death and scream to the heavens as she flayed the flesh from their bones.

The heavens above changed as the suns of Ascendancy vanished and Calamity took its place. Storm Hammer staggered backward, the clouds below her feet beginning to turn red and expand and she began to laugh and weep as she held her head in her hands,

"What is this? What the hell is happening?!"

Wrapping her body with darkness and lightning she blasted down to the earth. Behind her in the clouds, a heavy mist began to boil as she had called so much power of Ascendancy that a third of the continent was covered in a cloud of fog that stretched for thousands of miles.

Lightning rumbled within the fog and thunder cracked with so much force the earth began to rumble alongside it.

Storm Hammer slammed into the earth, creating a small crater and when she emerged she was laughing but she fell silent when she saw a young child of about right looking at her in puzzlement before the child bit his lower lips in nervousness and hesitatingly asked her,

"Excuse me, are you an Ascendant?"

Storm Hammer paused in contemplation and looked at the child before walking over and picking him up by the scruff of his neck,

"Are you right in the head? Are all of you finally insane after all the years of torture?"

The child looked confused for a moment and then he beamed, "You did not deny it, so you are an Ascendant!"

Storm Hammer grinned, her face made from shadow and lightning stretched her smile to that of a crocodile, "Yes I am an Ascendant, hey look above child, what do you see?"

Roughly turning his head so he could look above the mouth of the boy opened wide and his eyes looked left to right in shock, the skies above was seething with monsters falling from the skies in such great numbers they were like a storm of dusts, and finally, Storm Hammer smiled,

"Do you know what that is? That is teeth and claws and poison and flames and frost and acid and darkness and pain and suffering... Normally I like to be more hands-on when I kill vermin like you, but now, I think I am going to watch, what do you think about that?"

The child was dumbstruck for a moment before he clapped his hands in excitement, "I think it would be exciting, hey, can you create more, its so hard reaching the second star, but I don\'t want to be greedy, this should be enough to bring a lot of our people to the first star, so..." he looked at the baffled Ascendant, "Can you create more monsters for us... no for me alone."

Storm Hammer cocked her head to the side as she manifested a gigantic hammer covered by lightning, her signature weapon,

"You are insane aren\'t you? All of you in the fucked up continent are insane."

The child smiled, "Is that a yes?"

"It\'s a no."

Saying that Storm Hammer tossed the child to the air making him shriek in surprise and she swung her hammer at the head of the boy as he was falling back down, slamming the child to the ground in an explosion of force and lightning that leveled the entire street,

"Be glad I killed you with my hands, the rest of your foul race would not die so easily." Brushing an imaginary dust from her shoulders, she began to rise in the air, wishing to get a front row seat to the absolute devastation about to descend on the continent, when a small hand held her feet.

Looking down in shock and amazement that slowly transformed into a curious form of horror, the headless body of the child rose up from the molten crater and staggered before falling to

his knees.

The hands of the child reached upwards as if trying to touch his missing head but there was nothing but a burnt and bleeding stump above his shoulders.

Slowly the stump stopped bleeding and it began to wiggle as new flesh and bone began to arise from the neck.