AN: I was really inspired by TechnicolorNina and the-sleepy-dormouse's fanfic about Haou's past. I hope I didn't screw up on some parts...*gulp* Creating a new story really makes me nervous. As usual, sit back, read, and enjoy hating me.
The fires of war raged through the battlefield. The sky cried amidst the war. Machines in full white armors clashed with the army of darkness. The sound of the warriors dying and grieving echoed like battle cries of sorrow.
The warriors of the dark were at a disadvantage. They were being stunned by the enemies' sheer numbers. The climate and surroundings didn't help in anyway. The barren war land was muddy due to the rain. The beast-human soldier of the dark were having difficulties adjusting while the White machine army could care less if it was slippery.
"Stand your ground!" A long haired shogun with a sleeveless armor ordered his fellow warriors. His huge shield provided the Total Defense. His voice echoed valiantly in the midst of chaos.
"Our king is fighting with all his might!" Another warrior with blonde hair and green cape said to boost the morale of the army. "We must do the same!" He barked to his comrades while slashing anyone who was in his way. Indeed an act of a Brave Wanderer.
"For the Supreme King!" The two of them waged. A roar of agreement resounded and the encouragement worked. Their swords clashed head-on with their enemies and both sides started to lose even more soldiers.
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The king of darkness and the light of ruin held their fight a kilometer away from the war of soldiers. Both of them had different expressions on them. One appears to be enjoying while the other had a blank face.
They were evidently 'opposite'. The King of darkness wore a black medieval knight armor with six tendrils at his upper back. His golden lit eyes were directly beneath his wild-brown hair. The red cape he had signified his status as no other than the King of Dimensions. The Light of Ruin, which was his polar opposite, wore nothing but a long-white trench coat with white inner shirt and white ruffles on the chest.
"You can never change destiny, King of darkness." Contempt filled his beauteous voice. The white king hacked his transparent blade towards his adversary wishing it to hit just once. Though every time he did, it would be blocked congruently by a dark abyssal sword.
"Shut up." A monotone came from the dark king. His golden eyes burned fiercer every second. The sword emitted a dark hue as his anger did the same. Rage. It was what he was fueled with. Anger towards the one who tried and still tries to annihilate the peace of every dimension.
The Light sensed a dangerous precognition. One that will surely take away his known victory. His predictions were never wrong. If his visions tell something it either happens or it happened. He pushed back the abyssal blade and dashed away not too far from the Supreme King.
A big crash landed just behind the Light's back like a meteor hurling down the earth's surface. Smoke filled the crashing zone of unknown origins. After a second, silhouettes of two monsters were visible. A two-headed dragon was crushing a griffin its size.
The war-modeled dragon stepped a foot to its foe and howled for victory as though it was insulting it with its weakness. The mechanical griffin was lifeless, wings not more than one. Its lion body, crushed by the dragon's foot.
"Das Abscheulich Ritter." The white clothed king said with a scowl. "You are indeed an obstacle." He must have realized that he was cornered. In front of him was the Supreme king that rivals his powers and behind him was the dragon that protected his archrival. He had nowhere else to run.
Like a broken king, he smirked. "Just according to plan." He wasn't planning to run nor hide. He predicted this outcome and came up with a solution just a step ahead. His plan was progressing and the outcome of it can't wait any longer.
Yubel was readying a blast of fire from her two mouths. The Dark king thought the same and charged a sword-full of dark energy. Synchronized, they were at their fullest to strike the Light of Ruin down to its roots.
The High King gripped to his sword with every ounce of his strength. "This is the end." The signal reinforced the dark violet surge that engulfed the blade he was gripping ever-so- tightly.
Their adversary, although cornered, had a cunning smile on his face. At the same time, he held both arms at shoulder's length in a crucifix form. "Come at me with all you've got!" He was mocking them to the fullest.
He drew the last line. The Supreme King shouted with all his might as he slashed the sword horizontally. It was strong enough to become visible to naked eyes with a dark shade. Scorching fire flung at the other corner.
Maniacal laughter filled the battlefield. The Light of Ruin was laughing his life away as he was being crumpled by the collision of fire and darkness. The thousand years of destruction he wanted seemed to have cracked his mind. He was muttering words that caught the attention of the dark king.
The impact from the sudden burst of energy looked like a blast of atomic bomb. It left a smoke-filled battlefield that even the bodies of those who did it were camouflaged. For a moment, the battlefield stopped its movements. Swords still on their enemies but eyes on the battle of the kings. Slowly, the smoke lifted. A crater was visible from where the Light last stood.
There was no trace of the White king. Not even a piece of his white cloth.
From that, the army of darkness pushed the forces of light back from whence they came. A downpour of victory was decided by the duel of kings.
The Supreme king dropped his sword with a fragile land. His cape, flowing with the wind. The blood from a cut came crawling down his arms until his index finger. He tried to move it. It looked like his tendons were cut the last time he swung his sword. To him, it didn't matter. He'll have it healed once everything is settled.
He stared at the hollow crater with a doubtful thought. The last words of the White king struck his mind like he was the one defeated.
"Are you alright?" the dragon spoke with a female voice. She finally stepped out of the white griffin's corpse.
"Yeah, only a few scratches got me." He pointed out to the cut on his right arm. A smile escaped from his lips. He was relieved to see that she was unharmed. "How about yo-" His smile faded within the second. A silhouette of a griffin overwhelmed any of his thoughts. "Behind you!"
She looked behind, too late.
AN: Errrr... I know I lacked in some parts but I still wanted to ask. How was it? I think this'll be a one shot since I still have some fanfics to finish. But if you want me to continue... Just say so. I'll burn some lashes if you want.