Warning: This story will include violence and possibly some pretty grotesque scenes.
There will also be some references to St. Joan of Arc, including making her a character. I do not want anyone sending me any religious arguments. I merely liked the story of Joan of Arc and thought she would be an amazing character in my story. I know she did not officially kill anyone and I know she's a Saint but please enjoy the story and all its entirety. In that sense, comment about the story and its entirety. I don't need to get my hopes up because of a review on my story only to find it's a rant about St. Joan.
Also, please pardon any mistranslated words or sentences. I'm not fluent in French (though I'm learning it) or Esperanto.
This battle was growing old really fast. Clockwork's stubbornness was doing him no good. After crashing into his little clock tower, he proceeded to attack the little time ghost with fire. Even though Clockwork controlled time, he couldn't avoid all the flames completely.
"You might as well just tell me what I need to know Clockwork. It's no use fighting the inevitable." He smirked as he held up his hand, shooting a barrage of fireballs in the old ghost's direction. Without his staff, he was powerless. It was now in pieces on the ground. It couldn't take the blows from his sword, which was in his other hand. Its crimson blade was ablaze and radiating heat.
Clockwork looked up toward the boy. He wasn't any average ghost. He recognized the black markings on his face, his red eyes, and long black hair. It was Elijah Dark, Pariah Dark's son and War Prince of the Ghost Zone. But why exactly he was here, Clockwork only had one guess.
"Really Clockwork. I thought you were supposed to be a wise and powerful ghost. Why not just tell me what I need to know? It would save a lot of pain and suffering for you to endure." He smirked as he went up to the old wizard and gripped him by his chin, turning the man's face in his direction. He saw that he reverted back to his child form, as he often cycled through his age.
"So, what's it going to be Clockwork?" He grinned evilly. With the sclera of his eyes completely back and his irises red staring him in the face, Clockwork kept his signature calm expression on his face, despite seeing the murderous intent in Elijah's eyes.
"I'll never reveal anything to you." Clockwork glared. Elijah's eyes narrowed before he shoved Clockwork back onto the floor. Elijah exhaled a deep sigh and shook his head back and forth, as if he was looking down on Clockwork like he was his own son.
"I'm sorry you feel that way but I simply can't move on with my plan unless you tell me. Otherwise, I can just find out for myself. But that would waste precious resources. So let's try this one…more…time!" Elijah said with malice hinted in his voice. Fire started to burn in his palm, intent on incinerating whatever would come into his path. Clockwork saw that Elijah still had his sword gripped in his hand. No doubt he would use that if he didn't cooperate after being hit by the fire.
"Tell me what I wish to know or you shall suffer a fate worse than death!" Elijah commanded, blade pointed down at Clockwork's throat. However, the ghost of time didn't move. He merely sat in silence before turning up to Elijah with narrowed eyes.
"No." Was all Clockwork said to the war prince. Elijah's eyes flashed red but he sighed and shook his head once more. Elijah soon took his sword away from Clockwork's throat and sheathed the red blade against his side.
"Well then…" Elijah said as the hand near his side started to collect a crimson energy. Elijah smirked as he looked down at it as a large garnet red crystal formed in his hand. He held it up toward his face a little, allowing Clockwork a glance. As soon as he saw it, as predicted, his eyes widened greatly.
"Wait…is that-?"
"Why, yes it is." Elijah finished his sentence for him. It was the ancient blood crystal, said to be made from the blood and souls of thousands of humans and spirits. It was a primitive form of a Fenton Thermos but it still was effective and even possibly quite more powerful. However, it served other properties that would reveal themselves in the future.
Holding the crystal up, Elijah smirked and watched the horrorstruck face of Clockwork being dragged in toward the crystal's lightning vortex. Smirking, Elijah merely watched in interest and with a sadistic pleasure as he watched Clockwork being slowly trapped inside the crystal. Gripping the crystal with his hand, Elijah smiled when he saw Clockwork trapped inside.
"One down…" He laughed as he looked over the small little Clockwork that was now inside of his crystal. Going over to the small portal Clockwork had in the grand hall of his clock tower, Elijah smirked and waved his hand over it, the image changing to Amity Park in the present. He smirked and looked down to the crystal ball in his hand.
"You say the halfa that defeated my father is here? What a pathetic looking town. However, it shall fall soon enough once I take vengeance for my father's shameful defeat." He smirked as he clenched Clockwork's prison before flying into the portal to Casper High. It was time for the War Prince of Ghosts to have his revenge.