Unavoidable Fate

Moloch stood before the council, his gaze cold and calculating. The members of the council trembled with fear, knowing that their lives were in his hands. He was here even before they called for him, if he had came about five minutes earlier he would have met Darryl. 

"Please, Moloch," Everett said, his voice quivering. "We need your help. Darryl is too powerful, and we cannot stop him on our own." Athena nodded, tears in her eyes. 

"We will do anything you ask, just please help us," Athena joined in the pleading, Luke it was a contest. 

Moloch looked at them, his expression unreadable. "Very well," he said, his voice like ice. "But know this: I do not do this out of kindness. I do it for my own ends."

The council members looked at each other, their eyes wide with terror. "What do you mean?" Athena asked, her voice barely a whisper. "You will find out soon enough," Moloch replied, his lips curling into a cruel smile. 

"But for now, I need you to gather all the information you have on Darryl. I need to know everything about him, from his childhood to his recent activities."

Everett nodded, his hands trembling. "We will do as you ask," he said. "Just please, don't hurt us." He grinned excitedly. 

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Hugo approached Darryl, his face pale and drawn. "There is someone here to see you," he said, his voice trembling. "Someone who claims to know you." Darryl turned to face him, a look of puzzlement on his face. 

"Who is it?" he asked.

"His name is Moloch," Hugo said.

Darryl's eyes narrowed, and a chill ran down his spine. "I know that name," he said, his voice low and dangerous. "I will see him." Hugo nodded, and led Darryl to the room where Moloch was waiting.

As Darryl entered the room, he saw Moloch standing by the window, his back to the door. "So, you've finally decided to face me," Moloch said, his voice cold and mocking. 

"It's about time." Darryl's fists clenched at his sides. "I don't know who you are, or what you want," he said, his voice tight with anger. "But I'm not afraid of you." Moloch turned to face him, his eyes burning with intensity. 

"You should be, you are a demon but I'm a god." he said with the mixture and thunder and bunsen flame in his eyeballs.

"Have you ever died and woke up? I slept in the grave for a thousand of years!" He almost shouted. He moved to him with electric sparking from his body. 

"While you were sleeping in the grave, I was cultivating and training hard for your arrival!" Moloch fired back. 

"You think you're so powerful, but you're nothing compared to me," Moloch said, his voice dripping with contempt.

"I have powers you could never imagine." Darryl stepped forward, his eyes blazing. 

"You underestimate me," he said, his voice low and menacing. "I am a warrior, and I will not be cowed by the likes of you." Moloch laughed, a harsh and bitter sound. 

"You are a child, playing at being a man," he said. "I have seen things you could not begin to comprehend." Moloch snarled but Darryl wasn't moved, he was confident in his power. 

As Darryl reached out to grab Moloch, a blinding flash of light erupted between them. The world seemed to shudder around them, and for a moment, everything was still. And then, the ground began to shake, and the walls began to crack. 

Darryl and Moloch both staggered back, the force of the blast knocking them off their feet. When they looked up, they saw that the world around them had changed. The walls of the room were gone, and they found themselves standing in a vast, empty expanse.

Darryl looked around in wonder, his eyes wide. The sky above them was a swirling vortex of colors, and the ground beneath their feet was made of a strange, pulsing energy. And then, he heard a low, rumbling voice from somewhere in the distance. 

"Welcome, Darryl," the voice said, its tone deep and resonant. 

"I have been waiting for you." Darryl turned to Moloch, his expression one of confusion and fear. 

"What is this place?" he asked. "And who is speaking to us?" He inquired curiously, his heart was pounding heavily. 

Moloch was silent for a moment, and then he spoke, his voice trembling with awe. "We are in the Realm of the Ancients," he said. 

"And the one who speaks to us is the Great One, the Creator of all things." Darryl's eyes widened in shock.

"But...that's impossible," he said. "The Great One is just a myth, a legend. He can't be real." Moloch turned to face him, his eyes gleaming with an otherworldly light. 

"I have seen the Great One with my own eyes," he said.

The voice spoke again, its tone now ominous and foreboding. "When you next meet, one of you must die," it said. "If you both live, the fabric of the universe will be torn asunder, and all that you know will be destroyed." Darryl and Moloch exchanged a look of horror, their faces pale with fear. 

They both knew that they must face each other again, and that only one of them could survive. But neither of them knew if they had the strength to do what must be done.

The swirling colors around them began to swirl faster, and then, with a rush of wind and light, they found themselves back in the room where they had started. The walls were intact, and everything was as it had been. But they both knew that nothing would ever be the same. Darryl turned to face Moloch, his heart pounding in his chest. "What now?" he asked, his voice barely a whisper. Moloch looked at him, his eyes filled with sorrow. 

"We must prepare," he said. "For the end is coming. No matter what happens, both of us must meet, and that day one of us would die." Moloch said with pity shown in his voice. 

Darryl and Moloch spent the next few weeks in training, honing their skills and preparing for the inevitable confrontation. They both knew that when the time came, only one of them would survive. 

But neither of them knew which one it would be. As the days passed, Darryl felt himself becoming more and more distant from the world around him. He found himself thinking about the people he had left behind, and he wondered if he would ever see them again. And then, one day, the call came, a date to the fight day came, Darryl's body trembled she was scared to hear or looking at the date...