Requiem for a grieving child [Chapter XIX]

[Garrus Vakarian]

Noob turned around seeing the miracle child emerged from the portal with violet eyes fixated on him, a determination he hasn't seen since the specter Scorpion also looked to claim vengeance on him for the death of his family and clan. A crime he never committed. But this would not have the same conclusion and she was beyond foolish to think that even the divine power of Yahweh would be enough to protect her in his home of the Netherrealm.

Noob Saibot
You were a fool to come here. Now the Netherrealm will have your soul and Aircano will be without its High Priestess.

[Miracle]

"The Lord is my light and my salvation; whom shall I fear? the Lord is the strength of my life; of whom shall I be afraid?"

Her voice spoke with authority, even in the layers of hell itself. The walls of the Netherrealm shook and demons cowered in fear as they recognized the holy wrath of the one who walked towards them clothed in white. Her blade raised up and calling out for the blood of Noob Saibot as her entire body glowed a white blinding light threatening the very reality around them as she stalked the shadow warrior before her. Repeating the words she said on that fateful day when she led the charge against the Arashi.

"Now is the end come upon thee, and I will send mine anger upon thee, and will judge thee according to thy ways, and will recompense upon thee all thine abominations!"

Miracle charged, cutting the distance between them in a matter of seconds as her arms came to life, unleashing a barrage of holy enchanted slashes at the shadow warrior. Surge of holy energy after surge came with each slash. He would pay for ending Solomon's life in Jherrazad.

[Garrus Vakarian]

Noob Saibot
Your light fades here, High Priestess.

Noob hurled a shadow copy of himself full speed ahead of Miracle's position but this was only a distraction. As the clone faded the High Priestess would find herself confronting the darkness head on that acted in contrast to her divine holy light as two right hands connected towards her head before turning into a Teleport Slam followed by a swift and powerful uppercut to the jaw which all came to be in a single instance as soon as the first high punch (low punch in this case) would land.

[Miracle]

"Wrong, demon. The light of the LORD never fades, for it is the LORD who separated night from day and there is no darkness thick enough that the light cannot shine through. You will be purified in the name of the Holy Spirit and released from this world and your demon brethren will meet the same fate."

And so he came for her, sending a clone to throw her off the scent before closing in himself. Miracle endured the punches, the hand of God shielding her body from any damage they could have caused as she allowed herself to be grabbed by the shadow warrior. Trusting the LORD would deliver her out of the wicked hand as she brought her short sword forward and plunged it into Noob's heart just as he grabbed her, giving him no room to flee as the purification ritual began amidst their teleport across the ground.

"There is no escape from the LORD!"

[Garrus Vakarian]

Noob felt the purity threaten to destroy his very essence but he called out to the Netherrealm's own "higher being." The Elder God Shinnok. He empowered the shadow warrior and forced out the disease that was Yahweh's holy light allowing the teleport slam and uppercut to go through uninterrupted as the High Priestess was not the only warrior on the field with a god up their sleeve. Noob Saibot remained on the attack this time coming at her with two mid-punches, one low punch and a mid-kick before bringing her into a second teleport slam followed up with a punch and a jump kick.

[Miracle]

"Thou shalt have no other gods before me."

Miracle rose to her feet while swinging her blade in an uppercut formation sending a holy slash towards the charging Noob Saibot to cut off his advance altogether as she switched the blade out in favor of her staff.

"Thou shalt not make unto thee any graven image, or any likeness of any thing that is in heaven above, or that is in the earth beneath, or that is in the water under the earth."

The holy energy leaking from her body grew stronger and began to spread through the entire area. Touching the tip of her staff into the ground she purified it and began replacing the power the elder god Shinnok, combating the very realm itself as Lord Yahweh's influence took hold and started to burn the surrounding demons, Noob included.

"Thou shalt not bow down thyself to them, nor serve them: for I the Lord thy God am a jealous God!"

There was nowhere to run, or hide, as the air around Noob exploded and the wrath of God came for his flesh in the form of holy energy powerful enough to destroy him where he stood and continue to light the darkness that was the Netherrealm.

"Amen!"

[Garrus Vakarian]

Noob countered the in-coming holy slashes by throwing another clone of himself towards Miracle allowing his charge to continue as his copy was destroyed by the holy waves allowing him to slip in a quick juggler combo to inflict low to mid damage against her body before the holy energy forced him into a retreat. Her voice booming across all the realm with authority as his feet burned and the air exploded, Noob being lost in the blinding light to follow as finally the shadow warrior was slain by the hand of God after ten thousand years worth of defiance.

Or was it?

When the light faded Miracle's eyes would find that the shadow was still standing on his own two feet in an impossible display. The light of Yahweh had no effect and the Netherrealm was still in one piece as she could feel Shinnok's presence all around threatening to consume her soul. Before the holy child could express her shock the shadow spoke.

Noob Saibot
Belief is a powerful thing. When the mind believes something to be an absolute it is amazing how the body responds. But if the mind rejects it then it ceases to be. Your god is dead, Miracle. He is now a mortal as I was, as you are. It was belief that kept you unchanged and belief that allowed you to continue your divine punishment despite this fact. But belief will save you no longer. We know the truth, we know your god hasn't the means to empower you any longer unlike ours. You are not the Wrath of God. You are just a grieving, revenged stricken child weeping for her best friend! The man we killed and now you will join him in the Netherrealm!"

Noob formed a ball between his hands and dropped to one knee as he released a powerful Ghost Ball to trap her where she stood so she could not defend herself against his next attack.

[Miracle]

Miracle was still hurting from the sneak attack Noob managed to slip in after his clone took her holy slashes in his stead. But still she stood up, struggling to stay steady on her feet but finding the will power to manage it as she held up her holy staff and produced a holy barrier to defend against the ghost ball. After which she lowered the staff and drew the short sword once more.

"Let it be heard that Yahweh’s will cometh not from the faith of man – but from Yahweh itself."

The High Priestess' grip on the blade tigthened as she recited the words the Second Aspect once said to her, even now she did not waver in the front of such sickening defiance by Noob. It did not change the reason she was here and it did not change what she had to do.

"The fool hath said in his heart, There is no God. They are corrupt, they have done abominable works, there is none that doeth good. So will the anger of the Lord be kindled against you, and destroy thee suddenly."

[Garrus Vakarian]

The High Priestess could barely stand properly on her own two feet and that was about to get worse as Noob froze the ground beneath her feet screwing up her balance from the ice. A throwback to his days as the Lin Kuei member Sub-Zero. This allowed Noob to come in with three punches to the face followed up by a punch to the chest, one more punch to the face and an uppercut to launch her into the air and into a Jump kick and slide.

[Miracle]

Miracle wasn't expecting the ground beneath her feet to freeze over given the temperatures of the area and Noob's previous display of power but she adapted all the same. Working to slow down the slide across the ice giving her body enough time to parry Noob's strikes with her blade. Holding it out side ways and positioning the sharp edge to cut the shadow warrior's hand in the uppercut and forcing him to run straight through her sword as he came up for the jump kick.

[Garrus Vakarian]

Noob pushed himself down on the sword, staring daggers into the violet eyes of the High Priestess with his pale whites. She would have no time to react as he launched a point blank ghost ball, trapping her within its confines moving in for the kill.

[Miracle]

Miracle tore the blade out of Noob as he started to run himself through it and twisted her body, spinning around the shadow warrior and missing the ghost ball by just a few inches as she now stood behind him and swung the blade aiming it to slice the shadow in half.

[Garrus Vakarian]

Noob ducked and spun around in a sweep to take the High Priestess off her feet soon after she swung her sword and then followed up with yet a second Ghost Ball that would turn into a Spirit Spin. Assuming that without the staff in hand she would be unable to generate a holy barrier to block the in-coming Ghost Ball and even if the sweep didn't connect she would have to face the ball of death either way.

[Miracle]

Miracle rolled back away from the sweep and countered the ghost ball with a vertical swing that released a holy energy slash to intercept and stop the ghost ball dead in its track. Allowing her to draw her staff in her other hand and cross the two of them, forming a cross as her eyes narrowed over the shadow warrior in her path and she stood prepare for his next attack.

[Garrus Vakarian]

Noob turned around but didn't attack the High Priestess this time. Instead he slowly moved to the right not wanting to stand perfectly still and pose an easy target. Waiting to see what Miracle would do now that both her hands were occupied with weapons.