I've been wanting to write a Kid Icarus story for a long time, but I haven't been inspired enough to make anything I think is good. Even this extremely short story isn't that great to me. Either way, reviews are welcome. It might help me make something better.

Oh yeah, this was inspired by 23blenders when one of their stories mentioned Dark Pit gave 'angel of death' speeches. Or maybe it was shadsie. I dunno. Either one of them.


"I don't want to fight you." Dark Pit spoke, harsh edge to his tone. defiantly staring down the eight people obstructing his path. One of the bandits standing before him heaved an ugly laugh and proceeded to fold his big burly arms over his chest. "Well if ya pay the road toll, we'll let ya through. Real simple y'see?" He sneered an ugly sneer of equal proportion, and the dark angel almost recoiled at the foul smell that had sprung forth from this human's chapped lips.

"Don't be ridiculous." Dark Pit took a step forward, showing no fear. "We both know there is no toll for this road." the angel tried to remain calm and civil in the face of whatever dark magic this man possessed. His breath was foul, and Dark Pit couldn't stop thinking about that fact.

The same man laughed yet again. Though it sounded like he was trying to suppress a hearty cough. "I dunno watch'er talkin' about. Either pay up, or chance the wild." Dark Pit glared at him, the small fire that had previously ignited was being fueled by every word. And although he could easily take a different route to where he was trying to go, he decided that if he were to ever do a service to the people, it would be now.

Not that he needed a reason to kick someones ass.

Dark Pit smirked to himself, previously hidden black wings flared out from behind him. He sighed dramatically, as though the bandits preventing him from continuing were mere worms.
His wings caught the sunlight, granting the feathered appendages a sheen not unlike a crow. Dark Pit drew his silver bow, and took the liberty of slowly nocking an arrow. Dramatic effect was important.

"Don't take this the wrong way." The angel began with his voice dipping dangerously low, eyes locked into a menacing well practiced death stare. "But you weaklings would never stand a chance against me. So step aside." He paused, having fully nocked the arrow, he left it to charge. He wanted to give these humans a nice long look at the literal darkness he wielded at his fingertips. One of many divine weapons that could slay monsters. "...Before I make sure you can never take another step again." Somehow his glare intensified, and it took all his self control not to burst out laughing at their expressions. The dark angel felt dangerously empowered now that he could see his performance had such convincing sway.

Although there was no need, Dark Pit tacked on a fun little addition to his speech. Seeing as none of the bandits were recovered enough from their shock to respond. "As the angel of death, it is my duty to the people that I slay undesirable vermin like you." At the prospect of death, all of them bolted down the road. Dark Pit felt a swell of satisfaction at having gotten his way. He loosed the darkness arrow at one of the bandits heels, not hurting them, but causing them to make more of an effort to run away. It also served as a show of power. Dark Pit laughed, amused. And for a moment, he wondered if Pit would have gotten a kick out of this too. He shrugged, putting his weapon back in its rightful place and folding his wings, he continued on his way down the road.