Rogue's Bee...OMFG. Oh, and that reunion show I promised will be at the end of this story with Gemini as the host. The questions you all sent in for BB will still be answered because I wrote them down.
Characters (C) Respective Owner
Prologue
The former "Lord" Rodrigo the Crow paced in Hell. He cursed out to the sky, knowing that he lost. Everything. Everything that he had ever wanted was crushed by an eight-year-old bee and those Babylon Rogues. He stared at his white-flamed wrists, hatred flowing through his cold blood. He screamed, reverbrating against the insanity that surronded him. Demons tormented the souls of the damned everyday, but Rodrigo had just got there. They hadn't found him yet, so he decided to hide. Of course, his screaming wasn't helping.
"Charmy, Charmy, Charmy Bee!" he shrieked, smashing his fist into a nearby charcoal boulder. He cradled his now throbbing hand. "Damn you, damn you for doing this to me!"
Hell prevented the once fabled lord to use any of his Babylonian magic or gravity powers. The Arks were removed from his wrists and ankles, must likely scattered throughout Earth. Rodrigo sighed, slumping against the indent he created on the boulder. Everything felt obsolete now that he had died. There were no more tricks up his sleeves, no more ways to escape Hell. Espio was gone, back to life, and he knew a demon wouldn't be stupid enough to bring him back.
However, his misery was suddenly halted when faint footsteps filtered his ears. Rodrigo's voilet eyes, now pale from the dust flying around in the heated winds, glazed over his surrondings. A mixture of narcotics fluttered around the air from the fragments of demonic blood from their torture. He couldn't found the source of the footsteps when the screams of the damned suddenly subsided.
"Hello, father," a malicious voice cooed. A black crow in his early twenties, similar to Rodrigo with golden eyes approached him from behind. He wore a red cardinal's garment with armor plates on his chest. Along the chest pad where his heart was the Babylon symbol with a large X cutting through. Like Rodrigo, he wore the same boots with white flames and had white flames tatooed along his wrists.
"Cesare," Rodrigo breathed, eyes bulged. "my son. You are here, too?"
"So is my half-sister, Lucrezia," Cesare malevolently hissed, eyes narrowing down on him. "After all, Father, you created me with Nachine instead of Lady Vanozza."
The names struck fear in Rodrigo's lifeless, unforgiving heart. "V-Vanozza, I loved her. Nachine was a m-mistake! You were never to be born, you monster!"
"As did I feel the same about Vanozza, especially when you left me to be with her and Lucrezia. While you were away plotting, I took care of them. I got a good job as a mercenary, taking in money and battle experience from Stolen. Stolen was a rather pleasant hawk. Why did you hate him again?" his son questioned, extending his hand to his father.
Accepting the hand, Rodrigo pulled himself to his feet. "Stolen and the council disdained my ideas. The Gears, the Heartless, the Arks, everything. When I learned that Stolen was creating his own version of Gear, it drove me to the brink."
Cesare nodded, glancing away when the thumping of petite feet came. "Father, Lucrezia is here."
A beautiful blonde crow in her late teens with flowing feathers that reached down to her knees in an elegant white gown filled with lovely jewels emblazoned her father with a hug. Lucrezia, Rodrigo's only daughter, had tears flowing down her cobalt eyes and down her smooth beak. Like her father and half-brother, she donned the white flames.
"Lucrezia," Rodrigo whispered, holding his daughter tightly. "why are you here? You were an angel, like your mother."
"I know, Father," she whimpered, hugging him tightly. "but when word came out that you had sabotaged the ship and killed yourself, we were banished with the people that supported you. We waged war in your name, but ultimately lost Babylon Garden to Stolen and his group."
"And...Vanozza?"
"Mother didn't make it," Cesare solemnly replied.
A sober silence overcame Rodrigo. Sullenly, he filled his children in on his side of the tale. From his first death two years ago on Babylon Garden against Golden me, Super Sonic, and Galaxy Jet to his final battle with me on Babylon Garden in present time. Cesare closed his eyes, rage on his features. Lucrezia covered her beak, utterly stupefied.
"What is this prince's name?" Cesare asked, staring over at his father with intrigue.
"His name...is Charmy Bee, the only member of the Babylon Rogues that isn't descended from the Babylonians himself," Rodrigo explained, voice gruff at the mere mention.
"How old is he?" Lucrezia questioned, voice wracked with concern.
"...Eight."
Cesare burst into twisted laughter like his father's; Lucrezia daintily covered her beak, chuckling softly. Embarassed, Rodrigo snarled at his children, silencing them. Lucrezia hung behind Cesare while he simply glared at his father.
Lucrezia and Cesare were both bastard children. Rodrigo never married, but was was engaged to Vanozza the Swallow once his plan suceeded. While Vanozza was away on vacation with her family, Rodrigo met a the sultry vixen Nachine the Sparrow, a distant relative to Vanozza. Nachine seduced the unwillingly future lord, and Cesare was born. On his birth, Cesare's mother Nachine died in giving birth. Cesare was sleeping during her death, unaware. Rodrigo didn't mourn her loss, but attempted to kill Cesare when Vanozza stopped him. Vanozza noticed something odd about the young crow and held him, appearing to be angel. For the first time in his life, Rodrigo cried. Vanozza, already head over heels for him, stayed by his side and agreed to become his wife. A year later, Lucrezia was born.
Rodrigo and Cesare noticed the sign of distress in the air. A horde of demons suddenly launched at the family. The demons turned out to be the Heartless called Slyphers that Rodrigo made during his reign. All were cheering for their lord and his children, bowing towards them. Slyphers were despicably stupid creatures. Bony body, wings of a bat for arms, beady eyes, and their incurrable bloodlust made them rather unattractive.
"Father, I've gathered them for you," Cesare sniggered, a currant look of morbid amusement. Rodrigo shuddered mentally at the dryness of his son's voice. "Care to address your troops?"
A shaky breath escaped his beak, surprised. Rodrigo glanced back to his son and wished he hadn't. An aura of black smog was amassing around him, but apparantly only Rodrigo could see it. It wasn't the Shadow form, no, but something more evil than what he could decipher. Rodrigo wondered what he had brought upon his family, and he already figured out what Cesare had done to himself. Frightfully, he glanced over to Lucrezia, the opposite of her demonic brother. Lucrezia cupped her hands together and began to pray. The prayer sounded more like a chant, and the Slyphers stopped all their jeering and patiently waited.
Sneering, Rodrigo began to chuckle darkly under his breathe. Cesare glanced over to his father somewhat insulted that he hadn't been thanked yet. Suddenly, Rodrigo burst out into cynical laughter like his son's. Lucrezia stopped her chants, nervously clutching her chest. The Slyphers gazed at their leader with caution.
"Excellent. This is perfect, Cesare, Lucrezia. My time will rise again! " Rodrigo jeered, clenching his fists. Facing his troops, he added, "And you will assist won't you?"
The Slyphers cheered and chanted Rodrigo's name in perfect unison. Rodrigo sniggered, facing his children smugly. Cesare looked placidly amused, eyes narrowing down on the Slyphers. Lucrezia closed her eyes, but a smile remained on her face.
"It's a true joy, indeed, Father," Lucrezia stated, bobbing her head slightly.
Cesare glanced away, replying, "However, our mission cannot be accomplished for another two years in Earth time."
Spite coursed through Rodrigo's body. The Babylonian traitor glared over at his son, not wavering. His son simply disregarded the act of hatred and sighed. Like the vindictive avian he was, Rodrigo fouly cursed under his breathe. Cesare exhaled, knowing that his father's rage could be much worse.
"Just why can't we begin now?" Rodrigo demanded. "We have enough Heartless to overrun Hell!"
"Because we must gain the trust of the demons," Cesare explained. "Even though I've taken the gratitude of convincing most demons. Wouldn't you agree, Father?"
Rodrigo inspects Cesare even closer, and he gasps lightly. The invisable demonic aura around the younger crow has deepened. Rodrigo could make out that the aura had small, ghostly faces that kept reitarating death threats. Unorthadox was what it seemed to be in Rodrigo's eyes.
"...Alright, patience is a virtue in a place such as this," Rodrigo conceded, facing away from the demons. The crow cringed mentally, knowing Cesare was still boring his eyes through him. "We shall wait, my comrades, until the favored day has arrived for my conquest!"
The Slyphers roared in unison. Gleefully, they flew away with high hopes of terrifying destruction crisp on their minds. Lucrezia glanced over her shoulder, feeling a disturbance. Instantly, Cesare noticed this.
"Sister, is something the matter?" Cesare questioned as Rodrigo stared over to them.
The female crow placed a hand near the her lower beak and fidgeted. "I feel a strange light pulsing somewhere, cutting through the vast darkness." She closed her eyes. The flames on her wrists glowed as she gasped. Pointing up to the sky, she shouted, "There!"
A burst of orange sprang out of the sky, lunging towards Rodrigo. Malice could be seen in his emerald eyes, but it wasn't Sonic. Instead, an orange falcon wearing a brown trenchcoat with black boots with white flames and matching gloves, landed before the trio. Cannon the Falcon, victim to Rodrigo's decieving ways and former apprentice, arrived in a flurry of angelic sway. On his back were a pair of feathery white angel wings with a light aura surronding them. A halo was crowned just above his forehead.
Glaring at his apprentice, Rodrigo sneered, "Well, what a touching reunion I got to feast upon. My two children and my apprentice. To what do I owe this visit, Cannon? I see you don't have your opal."
Cannon gingerly swabbed the small indent on his forehead where his opal used to be. "That was when I was brainwashed by you. Now I'm a dead, fallen angel that couldn't decided on where he should go. However..." Cannon yanked out his Babylonian fans that were dipped in the purple poison Cantarella. "...the least I can do to repent for my sins is making sure you stay in Hell!"
Cesare glowered down at Cannon. "Try if you might, falcon. Your pursuit shall end in failure."
"Try me!" Cannon shrieked, lunging at the family of crows.
Lucrezia cried out, hiding nervously behind her father. Suddenly, something struck through Cannon's core. Cannon froze, utterly shocked. He looked down at his chest, finding a large sword stabbing through his heart. He slumped forward, but he was already dead so this placed him in a state of unconscienceness.
Cesare ripped his sword out, grasping the heart on the other side of his sword. He squeezed it until it broke into a bloody mess, splattering over Cannon's head. Rodrigo blinked, horrified at his son's actions. He would not actually harm his subordinates without repercussion or knowledge of what they did. He was ready to scream at him when Lucrezia grasped his arm and shook her head. Cesare snatched one of Cannon's ponytails.
"You are now my pawn," he whispered into Cannon's ear. "Your new name is Tagio Della Volpe."
"Tagio Della Volpe," Cannon whispered, eyes whirling in a rotation. Suddenly, he erected himself as Cesare ripped his long sword back. The falcon's eyes turned a pale purple like Rodrigo's, and his wings and halo vanished.
"Who's Tagio?" Rodrigo demanded, somewhat in a state of shell-shock.
"Tagio Della Volpe was my faithful retainer," Cesare explained. "We were like brothers, except he was a falcon, and I a crow. What's ironic is that little Cannon here is Tagio's descendent. Hah! There's goes his line."
Lucrezia frowned and pouted at her brother. "Brother, that isn't fair to treat the dead like that!"
"Aren't we dead?" Cesare replied sarcastically. A tiny grin formed on his razor-sharp beak when his half-sister laughed.
Rodrigo took notice to this, wondering what occured during the time of his supposed death. Cesare was his son, so he had to do what he commanded. But something about him put him on edge. The invisable black aura came back around him with threats of massacure and illness. The Ark creator cleared his throat, gesturing for his children to follow.
"Cesare, Lucrezia, where do you take refuge?" Rodrigo asked as they began to walk.
"Over there." Lucrezia pointed back the opposite way.
Cesare laughed. "What a bumblehead you are, Father."
Suddenly, Rodrigo wrapped his talons around Cesare's throat. Cesare didn't gasp, but looked on in shock. Lucrezia covered her beak, quietely whispering for her father to release him. Rodrigo smirked conivingly, glaring at him.
"Bumblehead am I? Bumblehead sounds like bumblebee," Rodrigo heinously whispered into his son's ear. "Never mention that foul boy around me again. Now, let's retire."
Cesare nodded through the excessive choking. Rodrigo threw him away, and Cesare clashed down, creating long slashes across the ground. Cesare flopped over to his side, glaring over to his scoundrel of a father. Lucrezia tried to assist, but he slapped her hand away. Consiladating his emotions, he sauntered over to the fallen Cannon. Heaving him over his shoulder, Cesare moved swiftly past his father towards the hideout.
"Soon, Father, Lucrezia, everyone shall feel the wrath we endured and suffered through," Cesare vowed, staring up at the hellish red sky. "I swear it."
"Good," Rodrigo drawled. "but when two years is over, what next?"
"You'll see."
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Golly gee, another sequel. Well, this is the last of the trilogy, so yeah. Reunion show is after this story is finished.