Prologue: "Evil Never Sleeps"
"Although unwanted, there has to be evil so that good can prove its purity above it." – Buddha
It was as Scott and Ramona stood over Gideon – the all-powerful genius who had started it all – that he began to show his truest dark colors. Ignoring the slashes he had suffered from his opponents' swords, from the Power of Love as well as Understanding, he actually got to his feet. There, with the audience in his Chaos Theatre watching him, as he flashed red as if undergoing glitches, he glared for what was thought the last time at those who had defeated him at his own game. Due to that, forever, no matter if he were fated to be destroyed by them, he would pursue the couple staring him down. He would find a way to make sure they never found happiness in their future for, you see, Ramona Flowers belonged to him and not some idiot who had nothing in life! Gideon was a god and she was his muse. It was just that simply put and, being a man that didn't ever experience nor would tolerate being told "no" in his life, he wouldn't stop in making this reality. Defeat, death, destiny, nothing would keep him restrained. He had no such shackles. He was maybe finished here… but not next time and, yes, there would most certainly be a next time with very different results than now.
"W-who do you think you are, Pilgrim…?" Gideon hissed through his teeth while he randomly flickered in appearance with an occasional glitch, adjusting his cracked glasses in an attempt to remain coolly looking like he wasn't bothered by being beaten by nobodies, "Y-you think you're better than m-me? Y-you t-think you've won Ramona? S-she'll just run again, you know." When not getting answer to his ill words, Gideon simply laughed at his silent foes while he stated, "Ha ha, I-I'll tell you both what you are… pains in my a-ass! Ugh, y-you two are simply a-a mistake waiting t-to happen. Y-you know it, I-I know it, e-everyone here knows it! You're both n-nothing! Nothing at all! Me? I-I'm what's hip, I'm what's c-cool, I'm the o-one who's blowing up r-right now!"
"You're right." Scott finally said aloud, bringing his broadsword around for the long awaited finishing blow, "You are blowing up… and you're BLOWING UP NOW!" At this, the Power of Understanding was slashed around with devastating force! Gideon received it fully in the face and, at once, he felt whatever remainders of his existence in the world shatter into a million pieces! His form fell backwards – dying perhaps – into darkness while, in reality, he exploded into so many coins that rained downwards onto his captivated guests throughout the theatre! At that moment, in defeat, he could have sworn Ramona insulted him one last time before the shadows around him dragged him downwards.
"Gideon… I think it's safe to say that it's over between us."
"Is it really?" Gideon snarled to himself in the dark that was beginning to cloud his thoughts, that was dragging him into the abyss, "No… No, it will never be over between us, Flowers. You, your Pilgrim too, will pay for what you have done to me." And, as the shadows began to absorb him into its maw, he suddenly roared out with a passion, "I swear, I truly do, that the pair of you will pay for your foolishness in thinking that you could beat me! As Master of Emotional Warfare, as a god, you should know I'm better than that! I won't just lie down and let others take my stuff! You're my muse; you're my possession, Flowers! Not some loser's from the cold white north!"
Turns out the blackness couldn't exactly consume Gideon Graves. Through his sheer willpower along with hatred of what had just transpired to him, despite the ailments he'd suffered, he resisted its call to fall into eternal slumber. He had no idea how long it had been – minutes, hours, days, weeks, even months? – until, to his curiosity, a heavy snowfall began to actually occur around him. Why and how was irrelevant to him? He just needed to know what it meant. The newly arrived snowflakes gradually descended so densely that they nearly blinded him to something ahead that floated in the dark. Regardless, with the an unbreakable determination, stubbornness, as well as malice, Gideon managed to find his way through the dark weather to what was a door – one painted silver with a gold star plus doorknob – in the middle of nowhere. Not really paying attention to that fact, he realized that he had found a way out of the darkness, out of fading away, and into another realm entirely. There, as he gazed at this new world presenting itself to him, he immediately knew his desires for revenge could be fulfilled. In this new world, he could live again in a sense and make everyone suffer who had forced him away. There, he could have a second chance and, not really hesitating, he passed through the abnormal hovering door with a plan building in his mind.
"I swear to you Pilgrim and Flowers… And I will swear it a thousand times over as it will come true. I will hunt you, find you, and show you just what an enemy you two have made of me. For you have most certainly made me such and, this next time, I won't be the one who's blowing up!"
With that last thing said, with it reverberating ominously through the dense empty darkness, the silver door swung shut behind the menacing Gideon's form as he stepped through. Where he went cannot be determined. One thing was clear though. For the moment, he was lost to another world where, certainly, his name would be feared. If not, than, with the power, he would make it so.