Creation Of All Things-Chapter 157: The Power Couple Vs Selene 2

The beam howled through the void, a wall of annihilation ripping apart everything in its path.

Freya's vision blurred, her heart slamming against her ribs.

Raphael grinned, blood dripping from his teeth.

They didn't run.

They charged.

Freya blasted forward first, ice swirling madly around her sword. Raphael followed, a comet of white energy burning from his broken body.

The beam swallowed the battlefield — a mountain of raw death — but they split around it.

Freya slashed with a scream, her sword tearing a frozen path through the energy. Raphael punched the air itself, shattering the beam's edge, creating a hole just wide enough for them to dive through.

Their bodies burned, their armor peeled away, blood boiled on their skin — but they made it through.

Selene's smile finally cracked.

Too late.

Raphael slammed down like a meteor, landing right in front of her, cratering the void beneath him. The force kicked Selene back a step, enough for Freya to appear behind her, sword flashing like a star gone mad.

Selene twisted to block, blood dripping from her fingers — but Raphael was already moving.

He grabbed her wrist mid-block, crushing bone under his fingers with a sickening snap.

Selene hissed and tried to jerk free — Freya didn't give her the chance.

Her sword stabbed through Selene's thigh, pinning her in mid-air.

Selene screamed, real rage now.

She blasted a surge of black mist, trying to push them off, but Raphael tightened his grip and yanked her down into a savage knee to the gut.

CRACK.

Selene bent double, spitting blood.

Freya ripped the sword out with a spray of black gore, then immediately spun and kicked Selene square in the back, sending her sprawling.

Raphael chased her down.

Selene tried to rise — he stomped her into the wreckage, the impact shaking the broken fleet around them.

Selene's armor cracked like glass.

Blood poured from her mouth.

But she still moved.

She slashed blindly with her dagger — Raphael caught the blade with his bare hand, blood oozing from his palm, and snapped it in two.

Freya was already there, sword raised high.

Selene managed to catch the blade with her forearm — the steel bit deep, down to the bone — but she couldn't block the second sword.

Freya created another from pure ice and rammed it straight through Selene's hand, nailing her to the floating ground.

Selene thrashed and screamed, blood spraying out in ribbons.

She tried to pull free — Raphael grabbed her by the throat again.

No speeches.

No warnings.

Just raw violence.

He lifted her up like a ragdoll and slammed her headfirst into a twisted hulk of ship metal, again and again.

BOOM.

BOOM.

BOOM.

Each hit left dents in the metal.

Each hit left more of Selene's blood splattering the void.

Selene shrieked, blasting a wave of black tendrils outward.

Freya spun away, frost shielding her body, while Raphael let the tendrils tear into him, didn't even flinch.

He headbutted Selene so hard her nose exploded in a spray of gore.

Selene's body spasmed.

Raphael dropped her.

Selene tried to crawl away, limbs trembling, blood pouring from half a dozen wounds, armor shattered.

Freya didn't hesitate.

She landed beside Selene and drove her sword through Selene's spine.

Selene screamed — a horrible, raw sound.

Freya twisted the blade, shattering vertebrae.

Selene's body convulsed violently.

Still, somehow, the Nightborn queen pushed up to her knees, face a ruined mess, blood leaking from her mouth and ears.

She summoned a last desperate ball of black energy.

Raphael kicked her square in the ribs — the ball exploded in her own face, burning her skin, melting part of her armor into her flesh.

Selene coughed blood and teeth.

Her body swayed.

Freya spun around her, cutting deep into Selene's ribs, thighs, arms, death by a thousand freezing cuts. Each slice left jagged crystals growing from Selene's wounds, slowing her movements more and more.

Selene swung a shaky punch — Raphael caught it and shattered her wrist with a twist.

Selene tried to scream but only gurgled blood.

Freya stepped in close, eyes cold as space itself.

She sliced off Selene's right hand in a clean stroke.

Black blood jetted out.

Selene stared at the stump in shock, almost not believing it.

Raphael kicked her again, hard enough to cave in her chest plate, ribs snapping audibly.

Selene collapsed, coughing wetly.

She glared up at them, vision dimming, rage still burning weakly in her one good eye.

Freya crouched beside her.

And with no hesitation, she plunged her sword through Selene's heart.

The Nightborn queen convulsed violently.

Her blood sprayed out around the sword, staining the void.

Her mouth opened — a gasp, a curse, a prayer maybe — but nothing came out.

Raphael wasn't done.

He grabbed Selene's twitching body by the hair.

Lifted her high.

Freya pulled her sword free, stepping back.

Raphael clenched his fist, energy burning brighter than a dying star.

Then — with a roar — he punched straight through Selene's chest, tearing out her heart in a wet explosion of gore.

Selene's body spasmed once.

Twice.

Then went still.

Raphael crushed the black, twisted heart in his fist, blood raining around him like a storm.

Selene's corpse drifted lifeless in the void.

Her eyes stared blankly, her mouth frozen in that final, broken snarl.

The Night Sovereign above them shuddered, systems going haywire.

The fleet — sensing their queen's death — started collapsing.

Freya floated beside Raphael, panting, blood dripping from her wounds.

He grinned at her, teeth stained red.

She gave a small, tired grin back.

Then the Night Sovereign — without its master's will — exploded.

The sky turned into a second sun as the flagship tore itself apart.

Shockwaves blasted across the battlefield.

Freya and Raphael braced themselves, battered by the force but standing tall.

The Nightborn remnants scattered, leaderless and afraid.

The battle was over.

The void was silent except for the drifting wreckage and the distant echoes of explosions.

Freya lowered her sword.

Raphael wiped blood from his face.

And together, without a word, they turned away from the ruins of Selene — leaving nothing but broken dreams and blood in their wake.