Lust for Power: The Rise of an Angel (Chapter 5)

After the events of Chapter 4...

Eggyhead stood in the palace of the king of the Stickverse.

The throne room, doused with the remains of the stickmen who fought for their king.

Eggyhead was alone. Except for one. The king himself.

Redi.

Eggyhead held him by the neck. He was already beaten. His staff was broken, had its power absorbed, and the Banisher had already been torn in two.

Redi coughed and hacked. He knew this was the end. But he still wondered one thing.

"What... do you... get from this..?" Redi managed to spit out.

"..."

"The power to do something meaningful." Eggyhead replied.

With his last question answered, even if not understood, Redi was RIPPED in half. He was laid down gently, his two halves place together, as if he were still one. His staffs pieces, reassembled and set in his arms.

"You were a great friend, Redi. I hope you find better journeys elsewhere." Eggyhead said, paying his respects.

Eggyhead, turned, and walked out of the palace, sheathing the Morimasa, closing the palace doors behind him. There was a faint whisper as a mist took shape.

Collector.

"...yyyyYYYou know he won't, right?" Collector said as he phased into reality once again.

Eggyhead stopped walking and turned to Collector slightly, curious.

"He's gonna end up like me." Collector said. "Like all of us."

Eggyhead turned fully, wondering what he meant by that last part.

"I'm not the only one here with you, Eggy. Everyone is." Collector replied to his thoughts. "Everyone you've killed so far. All our spirits are with you. That's the reason you get more powerful with every life you take."

"...where are they?" Eggyhead asked, wondering why they weren't appearing like Collector was.

"They... don't want to be here." Collector replied. "They have to choose to manifest. And they don't wanna be near you, considering what you did."

"What about you?" Eggyhead asked.

"They... don't know about what I did. Only you." Collector said. "They can only hear and see you, They think I'm manifesting to chew you out."

"...they can hear me? all of them?" Eggyhead asked, looking down.

"Yes. Your voice. Your thoughts." Collector listed. "They're listening right now. To you, at least."

Eggyheads felt terrible. His friends and family could not rest. To do what he had to do, he had to force the ones he cared about to suffer, within his soul for the rest of time. All their souls could never be at peace, living inside the body of a person they once loved, now hated.

"Please... I'm so, so sorry... forgive me... I don't... I don't have a choice... I'm just doing what I have to..."

Eggyhead fell to his knees. A tear rolled down his cheek. He reached out, hoping their souls would appear, and comfort him, forgive him. And yet...

Nobody came.

Eggyhead thought. If one person would forgive him, it would be her. His first love. His wife.

Omeletta.

"Is... is she in there?" Eggyhead looked to Collector.

"...No." Collector answered. "Everyone here had something against you when they died. A little bit of hatred. That's why they clinged to you. They had unfinished buisness. She... didn't. She knew you had a reason."

"She's... at peace?" Eggyhead asked.

"Yes, Eggy." Collector assured him.

Eggyhead was destroyed. Everyone he killed was going to suffer. He had to make them go through hell, just to reach his goal.

But that little bit of reassurance. Knowing she was at peace. It gave him strength. Enough to keep moving forward.

Eggyhead stood. He wiped his tears. He composed himself. He kept walking.

Meanwhile...

In the City Capital of the Stickverse, a great fight was occurring. Or rather, a massacre.

Thrull. He attacked the city, looking for a challenge, someone worthy of a fight, not knowing he would get exactly what he wanted.

Thrull flew above the Capitals skyscrapers, and held a powerful Stick sorcerer by the throat.

"THIS is the strongest empire in this dimension? You're nothing remarkable." Thrull taunted the sorcerer. "All you have is numbers. Numbers are NOTHING to me."

"Why... are you doing this?" The sorcerer asked, praying to a dead Banisher.

"To feel that warmth. That rush." Thrull answered with a snicker. "That little jolt you get when you take a life. I want to find someone who can feel that too. And I want us to tear eachother apart."

Thrull dropped the sorcerer. He plummeted down, faster and faster, as his screams became quieter. He felt a sick sense of gratification.

Thrull came crashing down to the ground, leveling an entire city block. As survivors ran and limped, a figure stood, facing Thrull directly.

Eggyhead. He caught Thrulls attention.

"A challenger? Perhaps you will be competent. Or not. I'll tear you in half either way." Thrull said.

Thrull rocketed forward, landing a blow directly on Eggys head. He stood firm. Unmoving.

"What?" Thrull was baffled.

Nobody could have resisted his power in such a way. Eggyhead himself was almost surprised. Almost. He was stronger. He was MUCH stronger.

Eggyhead blitzed behind Thrull. He grabbed by the horns on his head. And with a great and heavy swing, Thrull was rocketed millions of miles away. He flew into a distant planet, and crashed straight through its core, causing the entire planet to fracture. He eventually landed in an entirely different solar system, inside a crater the size of a large city.

A bright purple flame appeared, and when it disappeared, Eggyhead was in its place.

"Hehehe...." Thrull cackled.

"Finally, a CHALLENGE!"

Thrull wasted no time, he jumped with great strength propelling himself forward at extreme speed. He grabbed Eggyhead by the leg as he flew by and held him out in front of him as they ran throughout the multiple moons surrounding the planet, eventually crashing into the largest.

Eggyhead was lying in Thrulls grasp, clothes torn and shredded, but not a scratch on his body.

Thrull gazed into Eggyheads eyes, and the abyss stared back. He knew then and there.

"You are the one I was looking for!" Thrull exclaimed. "Someone truly STRONG. Someone who knows that special jolt you get when you kill. Someone who can tear me apart just as much as I can to them. YOU."

Eggyhead did not respond.

"This is going to be fun."

Eggyhead threw a quick fist into Thrulls gut, sending him flying back. Thrull coughed up blood. He laughed. He enjoyed the taste.

Eggyhead flew forward and slashed at Thrull with the Morimasa, it just barely scraped Thrulls chest as he moved out of the way, but it cut right through what it did hit.

Thrull brought down both his fists in an axe handle attack, but Eggyhead blocked it with the Morimasas blade. He pushed back hard, sending Thrull crashing into a different moon.

As Eggyhead rushed towards Thrull, preparing to swing the Morimasa, Thrull cocked back his arm to throw a punch. In a split second the two collided, and in a great burst of energy...

Thrulls arm was cut off.

Thrull winced in pain, but his expression turned to a smile. He turned from his hacked off arm to Eggyhead.

"Hehehehehehe..." Thrull chuckled. "I got what I wanted. A fight worth my time."

Eggyhead moved closer. He gripped the Morimasa, and stared Thrull dead in the eyes.

"Go on!" Thrull exclaimed. "KILL ME!"

Thrull approached as well, without an arm, but with a crazed spirit.

"DO IT, BOY!" Thrull exclaimed "DRIVE THAT SWORD THROUGH MY HEAR-"

And Eggyhead obeyed.

As Thrull limped over and bled out, Eggyhead felt exactly what Thrull described. That warmth. A little jolt of strength. He was stronger.

He got what he came for. So it was time to leave.

Back in the Stickverse Capital...

A bright purple light shined high in the sky, and Eggyhead descended onto the city, generals and soldiers ran up to thank him.

The top general walked through the crowd to give him a personal thank-you.

"You saved the Capital in its darkest hour!" The general stuck his hand out to shake Eggyheads. "How could we ever repay you?"

"Power."

With a slash, half the stickmen there were obliterated. The other half ran, but it was futile.

After Eggyhead had killed the last stick soldier in the area, he was extremely tired. From everything he had done. He had been going non-stop since the fight with Collector.

And despite his need to keep going...

Eggyhead decided to rest.

In another flash of purple flame, Eggyhead appeared on his home planet. He found a special mountain. One he used come to with his father. He sat at the peak, lying against a now-dead tree he used to rest on as a child. In seconds, Eggyheads eyelids drop, lower and lower, until eventually...

He was sound asleep.

He woke up, covered in sweat. He sighed.

He had a nightmare. One of his victims. They taunted him. Ridiculed him. Tortured him. They grabbed pieces of him and tore him apart, took hold of him and twisted his body and mind.

It did not fade like most dreams do. It sticked in his head. It stayed in his mind as he got up to continue. He asked a question to the spirits inside him.

"Do you really hate me that much?"

"...ıııIII don't." The phantom of Collector replied as he formed around Eggyhead. "We're doing what we have to. They just don't understand it. They will... one day."

Eggyhead nodded. He prepared to leave, when something happened. A rift in time.

Over the edge of the mountain, the fabric of time and space tore, revealing an opening of white space. Suddenly, a very large figure appeared inside the rift, growing brighter and closer. As the fracture in time patched itself together, the blinding light dissipated, revealing the figures identity.

Ruby. Fully grown, and come back from the very future to take her revenge.

"I told you we would make up for her."

"YOU."

"You're the one who did this..." Ruby said.

"I am." Eggyhead replied.

"You are a threat to everything I hold dear in the future." Ruby told Eggyhead. "I will not let you take everything I care about AGAIN!"

Eggyhead didn't say anything.

"You..." Ruby said, old memories bubbling to the surface.

"I'LL KILL YOU!"

A great rage was reborn in the last, and most powerful Yukuna. This was it. The final fight for the fate of the Yukuna name.

Eggyhead unsheathed the Morimasa, the very symbol of the family, twisted and corrupted beyond recognition.

"これは権力のためだけではありません。名誉のためです。" Eggyhead spoke as he pointed the Morimasa towards Ruby.

"Indeed." Ruby said as her hands ignited.

"...I'm sorry for making you witness this." Eggyhead whispered.

"Who are you talking to?" Ruby called out.

"...Our family."

"Our? OUR?!" Ruby exclaimed. "YOU DID NOT KILL OUR FAMILY! YOU KILLED MINE! YOUR FAMILY DIED WITH YOUR FATHER!"

That struck deep into Eggyheads soul. He was doing this because he had to. But now...

This fight was for his family name as well.

Eggyhead dashed forwards, preparing for an intense battle. He did not think about any potential of making a stupid move, or being too straightforward. His only thought was to make her REGRET what she said.

Rubys hands crackled with bright flame and she unleashed an inferno. Eggyhead kept moving, straight toward the inferno. He raised the Morimasa as he got closer. Closer. Just as he was about to collide with the inferno, he swung down with all his might. And as the two forces collided...

CRACK.

The inferno dispersed in great explosion and blinding light. As the dust cleared, Eggyhead saw the silhouette of Ruby. Still standing. No...

Ruby was tossed to the side. Her head cracked open, blood pouring out and her neck twisted. She was dead. But who did it?

A figure stood in the remaining dust, with skeletal wings and a large spiked hammer. He appeared... on fire?

A bright red shine pierced the cloud of dust.

"Little Violet Angel..."

As the figure drew closer, it became more obvious who it was. Large sinister grin...

Large shining jewel...

And a broken face.

Edgyhead.

"...who are you?" Eggyhead asked, wondering who this Egg was and what he wanted.

"I think we both know the answer to that question my friend." Edgyhead replied. "Me."

Then it hit him. The face. The appearance. All his past research about alternate timelines. It was him. A fractured twisted, unrecognizable version of him. Or was he? They were alike in many ways...

"I've come for you my child." Edgyhead said with a smirk.

"So you want to die." Eggyhead said.

"That was not my meaning, friend." Edgyhead replied calmly. "I've come to assist your mission."

Eggyhead lowered the Morimasa slightly, curious and confused.

"The truth is, I've seen all things you and your little friend have. I've done all of this before." Edgyhead said. "You want to make them know you are more. I do too. Come with me. You want power, right? I have more of it than you could possibly fathom."

Eggyhead lowered the Morimasa more. But not completely. He was unconvinced.

"Let me SHOW you, child-" Edgyhead said.

Before Eggyhead could react, Edgyheads head was up against his. A rush of knowledge flushed through Eggyheads mind. The same feeling when Collector showed him the truth.

He lowered the Morimasa. He had known the idden truth. Now he knew EVERY hidden truth. So much suffering, just for their amusement. So many lives, so many worlds, so much abuse...

Edgyhead raised his hammer to the sky.

"Come forth little angel." Edgyhead commanded.

Eggyhead obeyed. He sheathed the Morimasa, walked forward and kneeled.

"I give you a new name and title on this day." Edgyhead said as he pointed the hammer down at Eggyhead. "From henceforth, you will be renewed."

"You will be Egga, the Violet Angel. Hand of the Red Angel."

"...yes." Egga said.

"Now rise little one. There is much work for us to do!"

[END OF LUST FOR POWER, THANKS FOR READING IT!]

Its probably a good thing egga didn't absorb Ruby’s power
Easily killed inky when she absorbed it from ultimum, and even when Ruby’s an adult she can hardly contain it

So like imagine that plus all the power egga has
He might've exploded like an egg in the microwave

Egga is somehow more different from “Eggy” than “Edgy”

sequel time

Oh yeah fun fact: Rea’s soul would just completely disintegrate upon death due to the way she was revived in the first Inkperial story, it became fragile so even just temporarily taking it out would shatter it

Pace is a little fast but twas fine

I tried but making a pace that's okay for a reader is usually begrudgingly slow for the writer

hey jsyk nobody knows about red anymore dude :sob:

Yeah but I wanted to use him since he's a good friend of Eggy

GO READ PREVIOUS CHAPTERS OR YOU WILL BE CONFUSED

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Chapter 1

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Chapter 2

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Chapter 3

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Chapter 4