Nezrakim was inside a warm pool of blood that was beating rhythmically with a heartbeat, a few inches below him, for he was dwelling in the body of a Guardsman. Which was something he could never imagine he could do in his wildest imagination, but the Creator makes everything possible.
His new angelic form was very malleable and although he could turn to shadow, he preferred shifting his flesh into different fantastic configurations. He did not find these new changes in his life jarring, as he understood he was no longer the same as he was before. He was now something new and glorious.
Not only that, but he was now connected to a well of knowledge and power that seemed infinite, and he knew he was just a small part of the Creator's power, he was less than dust, and this did nothing but increase Nezrakim fanaticism, and he wanted to accomplish his first task in a way that would make the Creator turn his sights towards him.
So regardless of what he became, he was assured of his purpose. The same thing that had driven him throughout his mortal years. To serve.
He turned into thin strands of wriggling muscles that resembled giant earth worms and infiltrated the Guardsman armor. He was a Captain at the Rift State, and this industrious soul had slept with his armor on his body, since it was airtight, he had to use a clever manner to achieve his objective.
Nezrakim infiltrated the body via the anus of the Guardsman when he was relieving himself, the man had only screamed for a few short seconds, and now he dwelled around the skull, where he sent subtle messages influencing the Guardsman, and with his body, he had charted his course of actions, and he could barely wait to begin.
He entered the armory the day before and carted five hundred pounds of hell in the form of explosives and had been quietly depositing it around the Boreas mansion in Mrinah, concentrating in spots with the highest amount of security.
With his clearance as a Captain, he could reach those locations with little effort, as his disguise was flawless and he was undetectable to anyone so far.
He deposited enough explosives at the fifth target, and he should be about halfway done, when he was caught, which was within his expectation. His presence might be expected, but his actions were suspicious, he was indeed hoping to get caught, as he wanted to show his devotion in a more bombastic manner.
"Finally!" Zerakim made the Guardsman wear a manic grin as he unlimbered the heavy rifle on his back and started a one-man war.
The rifle shot out concentrated bolts of yellow lightning that carried enough heat to melt through a two-inch thick metal wall. Powered by a lightning imbued runic crystal, the rifle could shoot fifty of such bolts. Zerakim made sure the Guardsman held a dozen more crystals.
Plus, he was using a souped up version of the rifle that he easily carried by bypassing all the limiters in the body of the Dominator because this rifle should be shot from a vehicle, not manually.
The person who raised the alarm was a small man which should have been one of the butlers in the mansion, he was one of those folks who loved to be conscientious in their everyday activity, and he was an overachiever, he barely had time to smile in self-satisfaction before he was turned to ash under the rifle firepower, the lightning bolts went past him and slammed into the side of a column where Zerakim buried explosives and it went off.
He triggered the rest of the explosives and the massive gate at the front of the mansion was blown to the side, where it fell and crushed dozens of Guardsmen. The three control towers with heavy anti-personnel weapons were sent crashing to the ground with another explosion.
Zerakim turned around and began walking deeper into the mansion. He kept his finger on the trigger and sprayed side to side methodically like a machine, his aim was scarily precise, and he walked forward a step at a time. Each shot taking down at least five people, and sounded like a rail gun.
He took barely eleven seconds to change out the spent crystal and continued, the retaliation was fast and efficient, but Zerakim moved like an unstoppable tank, disregarding the many shots that had begun melting through his armor and impacting the flesh as he rapidly healed the Guardsman he was possessing. Every shot he made counted, and as he had no concern about the body he was possessing, he could push his might to the limit.
He tore through sections after sections of the mansion, across stunning pools and rooms, where he butchered the many Boreas family members he saw and anyone unlucky to come across his path, while going ever deeper into the mansion as surprise and the sheer firepower he was pumping out delayed a proper organized action against him.
Although not for long as he reached a choke point with more than three hundred Guardsmen arrayed before him, and the firepower they rained on his body began chewing him to pieces, he began to laugh from a destroyed head that had been blown off leaving only his jaws behind.
Many of the defenders went pale at such a sight, the Guardsman stood only on a single leg, with holes all over his body like a sieve, and you could easily see through his body to the other side. Even with the top of his head gone, he still laughed.
Suddenly, spectral wings appeared behind him for a fraction of a second before vanishing, and he was among the defending Guardsmen, and the remaining explosives on him triggered at once, and the explosion ripped through the entire front of the palatial mansion, killing thousands as Zerakim empowered the explosion with his control over flames.
Making the fire carry a life of its own as it continued slicing through the mansion, nearly cutting it in two before the explosion ran it course.
Nezrakim slithered through the ruins and spotted a dozen Guardsmen investigating the wreckage of the explosion while calling out in panic, and he zoomed closer in a flash, possessing the one in the middle with a tear in his armor, he entered via an open wound in his ribs, and after the Guardsman made a blood cuddling shriek, he was his.
Making the Guardsman grin a wide grin, he began opening fire all around him.
Unlike Dora, Nezrakim did not use subtlety, he was challenging the entire city of Mrinah by himself.
With the Creator light by my side, I shall walk through all trials and tribulations.
With the Creator light by my side. Whom shall I fear?
