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Death, the ever-mysterious question of the living. What is Death, really? And, what happens then? - If anything at all...
Dilandau had lost everything. His dragonslayers had been annihilated. He felt completely isolated, and it didn't end there. Celena, the ever- present soul within him had taken over and banished his soul to oblivion. The dead were about to find out what the living still wondered.
The so-called 'white light at the end of the tunnel' never came for Dilandau; everything just went dim that day when Celena finally won. It continued to get darker, like being sucked into an abyss, until everything just stopped. An image gradually started materializing in front of him. He was now in a black room with a blood red desk resting before him. A man on the other side of the desk was busying himself with some paperwork that was carelessly stacked around him.
Without so much as a glance upward he chuckled softly. "My, my, my, haven't we been a naughty boy. Killing, Raping, pillaging, and what not. I don't think there's a single sin you haven't committed! -Except perhaps gluttony. I believe that I may be able to use that... But as you can see, I'm a very busy entity, so lets get down to business. Your soul was destined to be destroyed after your life was extinguished; due to the fact that you were actually created by human technology-or Sorcery I should say; you were not of natural birth. But I believe that the extermination of your soul would be a sad waste of potential. You have done much in My favor... But don't get too used too this flattery, I don't do it very often. Got it? Good. Now where were we..? Ah yes, Currently; if your soul were allowed to survive, you would be sent past the darkest circles of Hell, all the way into the deepest recesses of My domain; and that's quite a hard thing to manage if I do say! This is an area for those who pose a threat to even the Devil, people so evil and corrupted that we find the tortures of Hell to be inadequate punishment. This is where you would belong, but I have made an appeal for your soul to be spared so that you may be trained for purposes; that are of My own design, in an area reserved for only the greatest fighters/warriors from all over this Universe. There in this place, they are trained by Gods.
Dilandau, who had accepted his Death, was shocked by the offer that had been placed in front of him, and knew there had to be a catch.
" OK. First of all, who the Hell are you if you're not the Devil, I always thought the Devil was supposed to be in charge of Hell! Hahaha, What are you? His Lackey? Well, whoever you are, this Deal sounds just a little too good to be true; and that means it probably is. I'm not stupid, so why don't you just cut to the chase and tell me what the fucking catch is already!"
The man's eyes started to glow a shade of red that rivaled even Dilandau's, then, a noxious looking cloud of green mist started to form around his body. " YOU IMPUDENT UNGRATEFULL FOOL! I AM DAMION; I ALONE AM THE MOST EVIL CREATURE OF THIS UNIVERSE! I AM THE CONTROLER AND CREATER OF ALL THAT IS EVIL! I AM ITS FATHER, IT'S MASTER, IT'S LORD!!! HOW DARE YOU SPEAK TO ME WITH SUCH AUDACITY!!! . I AM NOT THE SON OF THE DEVIL, AND I'M MOST DEFINATLY NOT HIS LACKEY!!! I AM HIS BROTHER! HIS YOUNGER BROTHER, YES, BUT I HAVE SURPASSED HIM IN ABSOLUTLY EVERY WAY!!! NEVER FORGET THIS!!! YOU WILL REGRET IT IF YOU DO!!!..... AHhem.Enough of this!! I suppose these kinds of "outbursts" are something one should expect from someone such as you.
I have to admit, Your pretentious attitude is one of the things that I liked about you, but nevertheless, I cannot allow this to go unpunished.Hmm, Ah yes! You like fire. Right? Hmm, yes, this will teach you."
Damion smirked as he lifted his right hand and aimed the center of his palm directly at Dilandau's oh so precious face. He paused a moment lending effect; then released a torrent of fire upon Dilandau's bewildered face. The blaze irrupted from his hand like lava from an angry volcano, Dilandau screamed out in pain as the flames encompassed his body from the waist up, charring his flesh and incinerating his silver hair. His hands flew up as he tried to protect his face from the inexorable flames. Dilandau continued to scream in agony until Damion finally halted the flow of fire. The remaining smoke and embers cast an eerie glow upon Damion's face. This man truly was Evil. Dilandau could actually sense it even through the inexorable agony that plagued his charred body. He could feel the Evil resonating from the very core of the sadistic mans body.
Damion stood there for a few sadistic minutes watching Dilandau writhe in pain. Then with mere wave of his hand, Dilandau's body slowly and painfully started to heal itself. Damion started speaking again.
" Well now, wasn't that a BLAST! Haha, get it? Blast? Humph, you're no fun. I guess that'll teach you some respect! -At least it better have, Heh heh. Oh well, back to business. You were right about one thing, there IS a catch, only a small one though, nothing of any large significance to you. I guess I'll explain. This is how it is, Me and My brothers are all Gods, we were born as Gods; but as you can probably guess, There is a . Fair bit of sibling rivalry between us. so If you are to accept my offer, the catch is that you must become MY creature, MY soldier, MY prodigy- and I expect you to be better than all of my brothers pathetic good for nothing prodigies. So it's merely sibling rivalry between brothers, only in this case, the brothers happen to be Gods. When it comes down to it, It's really just a pride thing; you of all people should understand pride. Oh yeah, and one more little thing, you'll have to do my bidding, follow orders, that kind of thing. But that's it! You don't have to do anything else!"
Well, now that just about covers everything except your answer. Well? What do you chose, Complete and total obliteration, or perhaps eternal torture. You have a great scream. *cough* OR you can become MY creation. Well? What's it going to be Dilandau?"
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Death, the ever-mysterious question of the living. What is Death, really? And, what happens then? - If anything at all...
Dilandau had lost everything. His dragonslayers had been annihilated. He felt completely isolated, and it didn't end there. Celena, the ever- present soul within him had taken over and banished his soul to oblivion. The dead were about to find out what the living still wondered.
The so-called 'white light at the end of the tunnel' never came for Dilandau; everything just went dim that day when Celena finally won. It continued to get darker, like being sucked into an abyss, until everything just stopped. An image gradually started materializing in front of him. He was now in a black room with a blood red desk resting before him. A man on the other side of the desk was busying himself with some paperwork that was carelessly stacked around him.
Without so much as a glance upward he chuckled softly. "My, my, my, haven't we been a naughty boy. Killing, Raping, pillaging, and what not. I don't think there's a single sin you haven't committed! -Except perhaps gluttony. I believe that I may be able to use that... But as you can see, I'm a very busy entity, so lets get down to business. Your soul was destined to be destroyed after your life was extinguished; due to the fact that you were actually created by human technology-or Sorcery I should say; you were not of natural birth. But I believe that the extermination of your soul would be a sad waste of potential. You have done much in My favor... But don't get too used too this flattery, I don't do it very often. Got it? Good. Now where were we..? Ah yes, Currently; if your soul were allowed to survive, you would be sent past the darkest circles of Hell, all the way into the deepest recesses of My domain; and that's quite a hard thing to manage if I do say! This is an area for those who pose a threat to even the Devil, people so evil and corrupted that we find the tortures of Hell to be inadequate punishment. This is where you would belong, but I have made an appeal for your soul to be spared so that you may be trained for purposes; that are of My own design, in an area reserved for only the greatest fighters/warriors from all over this Universe. There in this place, they are trained by Gods.
Dilandau, who had accepted his Death, was shocked by the offer that had been placed in front of him, and knew there had to be a catch.
" OK. First of all, who the Hell are you if you're not the Devil, I always thought the Devil was supposed to be in charge of Hell! Hahaha, What are you? His Lackey? Well, whoever you are, this Deal sounds just a little too good to be true; and that means it probably is. I'm not stupid, so why don't you just cut to the chase and tell me what the fucking catch is already!"
The man's eyes started to glow a shade of red that rivaled even Dilandau's, then, a noxious looking cloud of green mist started to form around his body. " YOU IMPUDENT UNGRATEFULL FOOL! I AM DAMION; I ALONE AM THE MOST EVIL CREATURE OF THIS UNIVERSE! I AM THE CONTROLER AND CREATER OF ALL THAT IS EVIL! I AM ITS FATHER, IT'S MASTER, IT'S LORD!!! HOW DARE YOU SPEAK TO ME WITH SUCH AUDACITY!!! . I AM NOT THE SON OF THE DEVIL, AND I'M MOST DEFINATLY NOT HIS LACKEY!!! I AM HIS BROTHER! HIS YOUNGER BROTHER, YES, BUT I HAVE SURPASSED HIM IN ABSOLUTLY EVERY WAY!!! NEVER FORGET THIS!!! YOU WILL REGRET IT IF YOU DO!!!..... AHhem.Enough of this!! I suppose these kinds of "outbursts" are something one should expect from someone such as you.
I have to admit, Your pretentious attitude is one of the things that I liked about you, but nevertheless, I cannot allow this to go unpunished.Hmm, Ah yes! You like fire. Right? Hmm, yes, this will teach you."
Damion smirked as he lifted his right hand and aimed the center of his palm directly at Dilandau's oh so precious face. He paused a moment lending effect; then released a torrent of fire upon Dilandau's bewildered face. The blaze irrupted from his hand like lava from an angry volcano, Dilandau screamed out in pain as the flames encompassed his body from the waist up, charring his flesh and incinerating his silver hair. His hands flew up as he tried to protect his face from the inexorable flames. Dilandau continued to scream in agony until Damion finally halted the flow of fire. The remaining smoke and embers cast an eerie glow upon Damion's face. This man truly was Evil. Dilandau could actually sense it even through the inexorable agony that plagued his charred body. He could feel the Evil resonating from the very core of the sadistic mans body.
Damion stood there for a few sadistic minutes watching Dilandau writhe in pain. Then with mere wave of his hand, Dilandau's body slowly and painfully started to heal itself. Damion started speaking again.
" Well now, wasn't that a BLAST! Haha, get it? Blast? Humph, you're no fun. I guess that'll teach you some respect! -At least it better have, Heh heh. Oh well, back to business. You were right about one thing, there IS a catch, only a small one though, nothing of any large significance to you. I guess I'll explain. This is how it is, Me and My brothers are all Gods, we were born as Gods; but as you can probably guess, There is a . Fair bit of sibling rivalry between us. so If you are to accept my offer, the catch is that you must become MY creature, MY soldier, MY prodigy- and I expect you to be better than all of my brothers pathetic good for nothing prodigies. So it's merely sibling rivalry between brothers, only in this case, the brothers happen to be Gods. When it comes down to it, It's really just a pride thing; you of all people should understand pride. Oh yeah, and one more little thing, you'll have to do my bidding, follow orders, that kind of thing. But that's it! You don't have to do anything else!"
Well, now that just about covers everything except your answer. Well? What do you chose, Complete and total obliteration, or perhaps eternal torture. You have a great scream. *cough* OR you can become MY creation. Well? What's it going to be Dilandau?"