Hey guys,
Just a little note that there is a bit of a FFX feel to this fic in terms of how Diablos came to be. And I just made up the summoning incantations with a little help from good ol' Google. Have no idea if it's real.
Hope y'all enjoy it :-)
Yo-Rah
I summon forth your power
To smite all who desecrate the path of justice
Liberate those in need of salvation
I invoke thee to appear
Awaken Dark Messenger
Diablos glared at the expanse of black space surrounding him and snorted his agitation. The young woman he was junctioned with for the moment was, for want of a better word, exasperating. Her mind was bright and filled with optimistic sparks that flared in his chambers creating a constant fireworks display. Her emotions pulsed in his mind, strong and fierce. Flashy reds, electric blues, and explosive greens; they were all there. The terrifying creature, a dark and foreboding being was ill suited for the youngster with such a positive outlook on life.
He levitated on the spot, majestic wings outspread and resisted the call from his mistress.
I summon forth your power
To smite all who desecrate the path of justice
Liberate those in need of salvation
I invoke thee to appear
Awaken Dark Messenger
Her whispers were soft yet commanding, a prayer of assistance that would not be ignored. However, the immortal disliked disruptions and resented how often she would seek his aid in battle. As a result Diablos took his time in responding. He was flogged for insubordination, each slash and bite pinching into his flesh in her place. The pain was a steady reminder that he was no longer part of the living and his punishment eternal.
And he was reminded of her, his Lady Summoner that was no longer. Her bones had perished long ago, her adversaries destroyed and the world safe again. That journey was riddled with fiends of both beast and human alike. Traps, politics… it was humans that were the real enemy. Forever bending her will and using her power for personal gain. With sword in hand he protected his Summoner against all as they journeyed to their final destination.
The two were unstoppable, lovers and companions. His iron will shattered all that stood in her path and she won the hearts of many with her gentle kindness and obdurate determination. As they traveled their love bloomed and their strength grew, their emotions fueling their desires for a life without war. They were dubbed The Gentle Lady and her Dark Knight.
At journeys end it was discovered their efforts were in vain. To destroy the great evil that plagued their world was to sacrifice themselves in exchange for a small reprieve for the rest of the world. After much deliberation she decided that she would follow through. The Summoner, his Summoner offered her life for a higher cause.
I summon forth your power
To smite all who desecrate the path of justice
Liberate those in need of salvation
I invoke thee to appear
Awaken Dark Messenger
The Dark Knight did not. He refused to release the woman he loved to the cruel clutches of death. But her will was strong and the love had for him would not allow him to be harmed. She bound his spirit to a lamp that lay in the chambers of final summoning. Screaming in rage and anguish he was cast into eternal darkness. He knew when she passed; he felt her heart stop and her tender smile fade. And he grieved the loss of his lover, the one he swore to protect. It was she who sheltered him.
His tears had long since dried and his soul twisted into the creature no longer resembled him as a man, but the nightmare born of his regrets and torment.
Her pleas became shrill and ripped Diablos back to his present charge. Her will became that of steel until he was no longer able to defy the summoning He should have known that she would not revoke her call.
I summon forth your power
To smite all who desecrate the path of justice
Liberate those in need of salvation
I invoke thee to appear
Awaken Dark Messenger
He oozed out into the Human World, the Dark Messenger ready to deliver a harsh blow to those that opposed his master. She was barely a woman with soft pale skin, determined and beautiful green eyes and a petite frame that seemed much too small to handle her combat weapon of choice. He detected a hint of mischievousness in her steady gaze and - was that a wink? Before he pulled her and her party into the vicinity of his own world where they would be safe.
He shot a defiant stare at the spot Selphie was a moment before he sheltered her and lazily raised his arm up above his head, gathering a sphere of black power from his own world into the palm of his clawed hand. Like a hammer Diablos hurled twisted energy into her enemies, blowing the small and insignificant fiends to pieces. Warping and ripping it into its flesh, molding back into one again then tearing it apart once more, making sure the beast felt each cut and slash only to be repaired and torn again. It would be in pain for the remainder of battle but would be unable to retreat let alone defend itself. Diablos was the Messenger after all; not the final blow of Death. And with a quick flick of his tail, Diablos curled into a tight ball and returned the humans back into their own world.
Return to whence you came
To the Realm of Shadows
The Balance of Power remains unchanging
And the path of righteousness restored
Slumber Dark Messenger
Dismissed, Diablos returned to his own realm once again. He curled into a ball on the floor, wings tucked in around his sides and mist cloaking his muscled frame. He closed his eyes and waited for sleep to come.
Thank you…
A whisper floated through his chambers, his frown deepening considerably. Being thanked was not a part of the incantation to end the summons. If he was to be a slave to a human he would rather his time be without niceties. For it was not through his own choice that he was enslaved.
I'll try harder next time… to release you for longer…
His glare intensified.
It must be hard… being cooped up all the time…
Black mist grew dense, in hopes of hiding his form from his mistress. His barriers shattered leaving a vulnerable naked man filled with regret and tormented sadness in his place.
I will find… a way… to let you go…
It was then that Diablos wanted to slit her throat, crack her skull into a wall and wrap his arms around her and protect her from harm. Selphie Tilmitt. His emotions swirled in his heart until he felt himself soaring from elation. She will find a way to set him free. To forgive him for not protecting her all those years ago.
And he fell into melancholy once again when realism sunk into his bones. That promise would never come true.
I am your Knight, he whispered, my Lady.
He was bound to her and would continue to serve for all eternity.