BlackCat-055
Cultist Cat hopped on Donuts
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It was finally done, as she plunged the blinding hot object into the rivers, cooling it down as the water around it evaporated into a whirlwind of vapor. She poured more and more of her divine essence into it.
It was akin to a Noble Phantasm, it was forged by the best of her abilities and imbued with as much of her essence, it was a weapon of a hero, made for one purpose only.
To kill a God. It was imbued with as much power to do that, made by a god, made with the divine essence of a god, and to be wielded by a God, It would help in the death of him. And it's name?
But it was not done, forged and smithed it was, but to be fully complete it. It must be engraved with its own rules. Akin to the 12 Promises of Excalibur, this will limit its strength, but in doing so, fully unleashed in the right time, its power will be massively increased.
But only the right wielder may have it.
They fight not for themselves but for others.
They fight something that is out of this world
They fight without a single doubt
And finally. They fight with all their all.
The Four Promises of the Gunner bind this Barrel, but when the time comes right, its power will be wielded.
Once the final promise was etched to the side of the Barrel, it was done, primordial in form, it slowly warped and shifted into a gargantuan launcher, neon linings that were traced across the barrel glowed with the kalediscope potential of a hero, it was done. the [BLACK BARREL] was forged.
Coincidentally enough, as she finished forging her Divine Noble Phantasm, she heard the message.
/̵̺̦̜͖̀̿̊̍͒̚͝͠H̵̗̙̘̋͐̒̐̃̒͗͋͗̏̊̍̓͝͝Ṳ̶̧̏̔̂̆͛̎̐̿̂̒͝͝B̷̡̮̼͍̙͎͕̙͓̪͖̬̈́̐̓͒͌̒̑͠͝B̵͖͍̠̜̻̥̀̒͒̈́͗͒͘͜Į̵̠̫̻͔̟͔̭̯̓̃͗̾͌̏͒̈́͠E̵̘̙͉̞͕͔̺̱̮͎̖͍͔̹̍̔/̴̖̞̳̘̞̳̹̝̻͔͖̪͎̔̇̂̇̌̒̆̊͌̀̔͌̚̕͜͠
Her teeth gnashed against each other, guilt lashed against her like a vile green-eyed monster, it was not right to go, not when she was still not worthy, but. She was called upon, she must accept his call.
And so, she made a portal and went in, the [BLACK BARREL] needed a wielder after all.
[=============(<X>)============]
(
Celestial Speck
)
Ocaeril would hear the shattering of glass as a place of his dimension fractured away like a broken window, bright light poured out as a figure enshrouded by the light went out, once out, the wound in his dimension was immediately fixed, the fractured parts flying back and reassembling itself as it was played backwards on a tape-recorder.
With the light gone, the figure was revealed, in deep-sea blue armor that looked as if a dragon wrapped itself around the figure, breathing and the moving of the scales like it was alive, its scales thrummed with energy.
The head was covered in wrappings upon wrappings of cloth and locked up with a small cage modified to work as a helmet.
The figure walked towards Ocaeril as a large weapon flickered into existence, it was gigantic, modeled in this sleek and advanced way akin to the Nymphid's futuristic ship, but had more weight to it and was angled in nature. It also thrummed with energy and had linings that glowed every color of the spectrum, but the most notable thing about it is that it was black, black as in it absorbed all light into it, barely any light reflected on it, it simply was black, as it absorbed all light.
The figure stopped in front of Ocaeril, and hesitated for a moment before bowing in deep respect and strangely enough apologetic sorrow.
It then went down on one knee as it offered the weapon to Ocaeril.
When asked, the figure simply continued to offer the weapon, as if insisting to take it.
It was finally done, as she plunged the blinding hot object into the rivers, cooling it down as the water around it evaporated into a whirlwind of vapor. She poured more and more of her divine essence into it.
It was akin to a Noble Phantasm, it was forged by the best of her abilities and imbued with as much of her essence, it was a weapon of a hero, made for one purpose only.
To kill a God. It was imbued with as much power to do that, made by a god, made with the divine essence of a god, and to be wielded by a God, It would help in the death of him. And it's name?
[BLACK BARREL]
But it was not done, forged and smithed it was, but to be fully complete it. It must be engraved with its own rules. Akin to the 12 Promises of Excalibur, this will limit its strength, but in doing so, fully unleashed in the right time, its power will be massively increased.
But only the right wielder may have it.
They fight not for themselves but for others.
They fight something that is out of this world
They fight without a single doubt
And finally. They fight with all their all.
The Four Promises of the Gunner bind this Barrel, but when the time comes right, its power will be wielded.
Once the final promise was etched to the side of the Barrel, it was done, primordial in form, it slowly warped and shifted into a gargantuan launcher, neon linings that were traced across the barrel glowed with the kalediscope potential of a hero, it was done. the [BLACK BARREL] was forged.
Coincidentally enough, as she finished forging her Divine Noble Phantasm, she heard the message.
/̵̺̦̜͖̀̿̊̍͒̚͝͠H̵̗̙̘̋͐̒̐̃̒͗͋͗̏̊̍̓͝͝Ṳ̶̧̏̔̂̆͛̎̐̿̂̒͝͝B̷̡̮̼͍̙͎͕̙͓̪͖̬̈́̐̓͒͌̒̑͠͝B̵͖͍̠̜̻̥̀̒͒̈́͗͒͘͜Į̵̠̫̻͔̟͔̭̯̓̃͗̾͌̏͒̈́͠E̵̘̙͉̞͕͔̺̱̮͎̖͍͔̹̍̔/̴̖̞̳̘̞̳̹̝̻͔͖̪͎̔̇̂̇̌̒̆̊͌̀̔͌̚̕͜͠
Her teeth gnashed against each other, guilt lashed against her like a vile green-eyed monster, it was not right to go, not when she was still not worthy, but. She was called upon, she must accept his call.
And so, she made a portal and went in, the [BLACK BARREL] needed a wielder after all.
[=============(<X>)============]
(
Celestial Speck
)Ocaeril would hear the shattering of glass as a place of his dimension fractured away like a broken window, bright light poured out as a figure enshrouded by the light went out, once out, the wound in his dimension was immediately fixed, the fractured parts flying back and reassembling itself as it was played backwards on a tape-recorder.
With the light gone, the figure was revealed, in deep-sea blue armor that looked as if a dragon wrapped itself around the figure, breathing and the moving of the scales like it was alive, its scales thrummed with energy.
The head was covered in wrappings upon wrappings of cloth and locked up with a small cage modified to work as a helmet.
The figure walked towards Ocaeril as a large weapon flickered into existence, it was gigantic, modeled in this sleek and advanced way akin to the Nymphid's futuristic ship, but had more weight to it and was angled in nature. It also thrummed with energy and had linings that glowed every color of the spectrum, but the most notable thing about it is that it was black, black as in it absorbed all light into it, barely any light reflected on it, it simply was black, as it absorbed all light.
The figure stopped in front of Ocaeril, and hesitated for a moment before bowing in deep respect and strangely enough apologetic sorrow.
It then went down on one knee as it offered the weapon to Ocaeril.
When asked, the figure simply continued to offer the weapon, as if insisting to take it.
