The war took over, angels and dark beings, raging across the battlefield, and sounds of explosions and sword strikes filled the air.
The angels were having the upper hand in terms of power, but the dark ones had the angels beat when it came to numbers. While the war was going on, The Creator turned to the Punisher amid the ongoing battle.
"Punisher, I need you to do me a favor," She said, her hand resting on Ethan's head.
Ethan felt scared, but he tried to hide it. The angels were powerful, but the dark ones had the upper hand in numbers. Every move the angels made left a bit of fear in his chest, but he didn't want to let his mother know.
Punisher replied, "What do you need me to do? If you're going to ask me to fight Observer, I'll have to…"
"I want you to take Ethan to Earth," The Creator interrupted.
"You want me to take Ethan away from here? To Earth?" Punisher confirmed, knowing it was a bad idea. Ethan was the son of a supreme being, and leaving him alone on Earth was risky.
The Creator nodded, her eyes still fixed on the battle. "Yes, it's important that he is kept safe."
Punisher hesitated. "You do realize the risk to this action you are about to make? Leaving your son alone on earth, with humans… twisted and dark makings, you can't be that desperate".
"It will be fine. I've thought it through, there's a man called Hunter, he is in the Orion Kingdom, give Ethan to him. Although human, he is still pure of heart." The Creator reassured him. "Ethan won't be alone, I'm sending an angel with him. He's still young and has a lot to learn. He needs to be protected."
Punisher knew she was right. As much as he wanted to convince her otherwise, he couldn't put a child's life in danger. He walked over to Ethan, who was standing beside her, fear etched on his face.
"Ethan, we're leaving. Follow me," Punisher said, gesturing for him to come closer.
Ethan nodded, tears streaming down his face as he looked at his mother. "I don't wanna…Mom? Where is he taking me?."
The Creator hugged him tightly, her eyes closed. "I promise you, Ethan, everything is going to be alright, okay? Just focus on staying safe."
Punisher grabbed Ethan's hand, "Don't do anything reckless, remember, your actions must not affect the world, or I will place a punishment".
The creator smiled, looking at Ethan's face who was barely keeping his tears in. She called for one of the angels and requested that she followed Ethan. Altogether, they vanished into thin air, leaving the ongoing war behind.
The Creator watched them disappear, a heavy heart in her chest. She knew this was just the beginning of a long battle, but she was determined to see it through to the end
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A blinding cascade of light descended from the heavens, illuminating the entire field as it landed with a deafening thud.
The grass beneath it erupted into a blaze of fire, the intense heat turning the once verdant landscape into a desolate wasteland of charred earth.
As the flames dissipated, the figure of Ethan, The Punisher, and an angelic being emerged from the center of the impact. Ethan was holding onto the Punisher's hand tightly, still reeling from the shock of the sudden descent.
The angel was dressed in a flowing white gown that shimmered in the sunlight, her hair a snowy white, and her eyes a bright red, like rubies.
The boy's eyes widened in awe as he took in his surroundings. The field that had been burnt and blackened by the impact was slowly coming back to life, the grass beginning to grow and the flowers starting to bloom again.
"Where are we?" Ethan asked, looking around in amazement as he made sure to look at every angle of where he stood.
He could sight several buildings from afar, but since that was the first time he was on earth, his mind was quickly drawn to other things.
The Punisher turned to Ethan, his expression serious. "Child," he called out, and Ethan was quick to respond.
"You are now the Successor," he continued his tone grave. "Everything in the world is yours to control and command. But remember, any action you take will have consequences. You must decide what kind of effect you want to have on the world. Do you understand me?"
Ethan looked up at the Punisher, his eyes full of curiosity. "Are you trying to tempt me to do bad things?" he asked, his tone innocent yet perceptive.
The Punisher chuckled. "Smart kid, smart indeed," he replied, before turning to the angel beside him. "Take care of him," he uttered before disappearing into thin air.
As soon as the Punisher vanished, Ethan gasped for air, his heart pounding in his chest as he looked around frantically, hoping to see the Punisher reappear. But there was no sign of him.
Reality hit Ethan hard, and he fell to his knees, his body wracked with sobs. Tears streamed down his face, and he clutched at the grass, trying to find something to anchor him in this moment of chaos.
It was like the weight of the world had suddenly descended upon him, crushing him with its burden.
A deep pain radiated from his chest, and he couldn't contain the scream that tore from his throat. The sound echoed throughout the field, a testament to the agony that he was feeling.
The sky above him darkened, as though it was reflecting the storm raging inside of him. The ground shook beneath him as if it too was trying to bear witness to his pain.
And through it all, the angel stood stoically by his side, her face emotionless and serene. Her presence was a small comfort to him, a reminder that he was not alone in this moment of despair.
But even with her by his side, Ethan couldn't shake the feeling of being lost and alone in a world that had suddenly become unfamiliar and terrifying.
The tears of the Successor continued to fall, a testament to the weight of the responsibility that he now carried.
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