Seraziel: Hello people this is my first Ragnarok fanfiction on fanfiction.net. This story is going to be a mix of Action/Adventure/Romance. The romance will be involving an Assassin and Priestess (may change). Anyway please review flames and constructive criticism welcomed as well as compliments (if any). Enjoy
Author's note: I am writing this story as if it were a real world and when you die you don't just respawn. I am also making the fight scenes believable and that do not work like the traditional game so with that said read and please review.
Between Knives and Angels
Chapter 1: Dissonance
Rain...rain is a natural occurrence. It holds no mysterious powers or alluring elements, yet people hold it at such a high regard that they forget the reasons for rain's existence, but they do this for a reason. The natural event can bring with it an aria of sorrow or a serene calm as it covers landscapes it can also be a violent squall of unforgiving rage as it rips through the skies that it poisons with black unforgiving clouds. Almost like the emotions of a person. People can relate to rain and the emotions it makes them feel, but some people enjoy the rain just because it happens and it reminds them that they are still alive.
Sin, the general term for the man quietly sitting and leaning against a shambled wall as the rain poured around him in a silent torrent. The solemn figure sat with his viciously scarred arms draped over his knees. In one hand a fortune sword was being twirled through his fingers in a slow controlled progression from his index to his little finger and back.
His hair was pure white and it hung in loose thin strands about his head. His bangs passed just below this forehead and tapered off as they progressed to the back were the unkempt strands met the end of his neck. Aside from the hair the man bore no interesting aspects except for one. Wrapped around his face was a blood red, ripped, and frayed cloth that overlaid his eyes. Signifying that he had lost his sight in some way and had to rely on his other senses for protection as well as survival. He also did not brandish the traditional color of the assassins instead his pants and shirt under the wrappings were jet black.
The man's breath came in slow and labored, yet systematic inhales and exhales. His body was covered in gashes and cuts that his body would eventually add to its extensive collection of scars and marring injuries. Warm blood ran from the corner of his lightly smirking mouth in steady stream that dripped lightly off his chin and into a small crimson pool that had formed around his body. The assassin's mind moaned in dull blue pain as his life seemed to slowly drain from the many outlets that Glast Heim had so generously provided.
"Damn, were are you today Lady Luck?" The assassin quietly asked his one fortune sword while the other hung loosely in his lightly clenched fingers, which dripped blood onto the enchanted blade. His mistress of probability had obviously not chosen his side of the coin this day.
"Hell, of a day to take a vacation isn't it?" "Though I don't completely blame you for picking this day." "Kind of gloomy........ and this rain doesn't seem real, but at least it's quiet. Everyone needs quiet once in a while, right?" An incredible wave of realization washed over him, which left him with pained filled grin, when he finally realized he had been talking to a weapon this entire time. "Heh, this pain is making me a little crazy, oh well I have felt worse." A low chuckle slowly raised from his bruised diaphragm, then it stop just as quickly as it had come, and only the sound of rain permeated the air, but the rain's smell shifted from it usual aroma to a dead, rotting stench.
The sin's head bolted up abruptly as the assassin had to roll to the side barely avoiding the lightning bolt that erupted from a cloud, which had appeared over his head. Unfortunately the rain that had covered the floor conducted some of the lightning's lethal current and the assassin received a taste of its own brand of pain, which would be added to the long library that the silent killer had already experienced.
The shock filled his mind with hot white torture as it coursed through his blood. The agony fortunately also aided in waking him up slightly from his previous pain-induced torpor.
The monster known as the Dark Lord before him moaned in disapproval of his presence and small sparks of black electricity crackled around him in sporadic, random volts.
The damned creature then pointed its bony, decaying finger at the assassin in accusatory gesture before uttering a guttural scream and loosing another lighting bolt at the assassin. The sin barely dodged the devastating strike twisting to the left and shifting his weight to rims of his heels. Again the water on the ground conducted the current of the creature's attack, instantly finding its way into the hot blood of the sin.
The man fell to his one knee after receiving the mind numbing shock and his body crackled with the dissipating remnants of the lightning. After he regained his footing the man turned to face his assailant only in time to meet yet another streak of dead black lightning that knocked him back to his knee and leaving his frame sparking with the dead electricity and burning white pain. .
His body slowly regained a standing posture although forced and by no means what his body needed right now. He stood hunched over one arm hanging vertically while it grasped the hilt of the fortune sword and the other rose to his face crossing the blade of the other luck laced knife just under his chin. Breathing consisted of controlled hyperventilation coming in violent gasps, yet a gentle grin miraculously had found its way onto his battered lips.
He loved this. He lived for this pain this agony that coursed through his body. The sheer thrill of putting your life on the high wire of probability and trusting the outcome of Lady Luck's coin toss. The pain, the hate, the battle it all reminded him that he wasn't dead yet.
Pulling body into a firm offensive stance the sin began to weave his body in fluid constant motion. His movements were like water sifting in and out of itself as he shifted his weight among struggling muscles of his legs.
Without warning the assassin lurched his weight forward in an unceremonious motion that seemed boneless and fluid at the same time. Running low to the ground with his feet thundering hard against the unforgiving cobblestone, and scraping both fortune-laced blades against the shambled floor eliciting violent yellow sparks while doing so.
Distance became a memory as the space between the two combatants closed in seconds as death met undeath. Pulling all his weight up in a diagonal rising swipe aimed at the Dark Lord's chin. The demonic skeleton pulled backed and the blade missed its target by mere widths of a hair. After landing the sin twisted on his ankle as it hit the floor and shifted all his remaining force into his left arm as he turned. The assassin raked the fortune-imbibed dagger across the monster's torso in a vicious slash. Dead black blood spilled from the clean furrow in its stomach while the dead lord bellowed in murderous hot pain.
The sin recoiled into a defensive stance and readied himself for the demonic lord's offensive. Grinning tiredly with light traces of silent insanity in his smirk the man waited with stomach warping patience.
His chest clenched after each breath and it felt as if someone had shoved a knife down his throat and was slowly turning it. Invisible weights had tied to his limbs and their present combined weight felt like four tons. The odds were not in his favor and somehow that's what made this agony all the more exhilarating.
Then the dark beast rose again to its full height growling in angry pangs of rage. Its eyes glowed a murderous lurid yellow and they were completely fixed on the assassin that just fought to stand at the moment.
Again the assassin lunged, but the demon was more than prepared for the offensive pulled away from the man's range and the metal-laced strike missed its target. The sin gathered his unused momentum and pulled it into a straight stab aimed at the monster's neck, but before the attack could meet its destination the assassin's arm was caught at the wrist.
"Damn". The sin hissed as he felt the blood being squeezed out of the veins in his wrist. Pulling its arm back the Dark Lord charged an orb of electricity in its palm and promptly released its crackling kinetic energy into the sin's chest. The wave of black shock knocked the sin back into one of Glast Heim's broken walls. Firmly imbedding his spine into the decaying stone. Blood shot from the man's mouth as the blow rattled the bones in his frame. Bits ands pieces of the wall were shaken loose from the impact, and the sin slumped to the ground along with them.
The quiet rained returned violently sheeting over Glast Heim's disheveled floor. It took with it blood, debris, and unmoored souls that Glast Heim had mercilessly taken from the world of the living. The sin heard the deafening whales of the forgotten ghosts. Their screams drowned out the pain that had seized his body and they beckoned him to rise and avenge their deaths.
The Dark Lord's feral smile and low baritone chortle joined the unceasing torrent. Pleased with its accomplishment it turned and began retreating from the battleground. Abruptly the malevolent sound ceased its progression and the demonic lord turned quickly. The demon stared with wide eyes at the event that took place before him.
Slowly and ever so slightly the beaten and bloody assassin rose to a standing position. His body quaked with pain and hate as he clenched the fortune swords in his blood caked palms. The knuckles of his hands turned a bone white as quiet lunacy ran through his arteries and seeped from his every pore.
The dark king roared in hateful rage whiled it pulled its arm back and readied it for the dead lighting that began to fill its skeletal palm. Thrusting its arm forward the Dark Lord loosed the black lightening directed towards the seemingly helpless assassin.
"No" said the sin while raising his arm as the black electricity met him dead on only to veer abruptly around him striking a wall behind and promptly obliterating it.
The sin then felt a pressure on his shoulder. He didn't even turn to see who it was because he didn't have to. The assassin knew she was smiling behind him his mistress of probability. Lady Luck was with him now and fear, doubt, and pain left his body in a sweep of warmth.
Growling in detest the Dark Lord charged yet another lightning bolt to its hand fully intent on ending the bothersome assassin that was still miraculously alive. The damned creature pulled raised its palm to face the assassin's direction and effectively threw the lethal shock at the sin. Sporadic volts streaked towards the sin then like the one before quickly changed its direction and struck the ground leaving a crater.
The undead monster's eyes widened in complete disbelief then creased and turned an angry lurid red. Suddenly both arms were raised and in each palm a ball of black lightening crackled with undead electricity. The demon's mouth opened wide and loosed a ground splitting scream as it threw bolt after consecutive bolt at the sin.
His legs did not falter his arms did not flinch his body did not recoil and his heart did not skip one beat as the deadly electricity streaked towards him. Each and every bolt veered as they met him in merciless succession. Then the shocks stopped and the demonic god was left gasping while the sin was left grinning.
"I'm going to kill you." The sin whispered quietly, yet the words held more viciousness than any attack. His statement contained limitless depths despite their simplexes. The words harbored quiet insanity and traces of the sorrow of a desperate human determined to continue living. With the last ounces of his will the silent killer faded from view using his assassin skills of cloak and then reappearing in front of the demonic lord.
"Die" was all that was said before the sin unleashing a torrent of rapid- fire attacks to the undead monster. His arms were a blur of murderous strikes that cut away the undead king's defenses in the ensuing tornado of rage that had been let loose upon him. Finally the sin ceased his onslaught, but the Dark Lord was still standing or rather floating. The demonic being now bore cuts and furrows throughout its battered frame. It bled dead purple blood that ran freely from the many openings that had been etched by the sin's unwavering fury.
The undead monster groaned in dull agony as the man in front of him had all but collapsed in exhaustion. Struggling to keep on his feet the sin stood with his arms hunched over and daggers scraping on the ground. A low chuckle trickled out of the assassin's lips and diffused into the crumbling walls of Glast Heim.
Step after step the sin began walking towards his battered enemy. Finally he arrived at the barely standing demon and firmly imbedded his knee into the gash he had previously inflicted on the dark king's torso. The monster sputtered a guttural growl of pain as it fell unceremoniously onto its chest.
"No mercy will be shown to one who deserves none." With this said the slayer of demons strattled the Dark Lord's back and knelt down. He then roughly grasped the demon lord's chin and violently pulled it up.
"Do you hear them?" "They all screamed before you wrongfully took their lives." "You will not be given the same luxury." The silent murderer said his voice brimming with pangs of rage and lunacy. The words having been said the sin turned his blade backward and placed it at the Dark Lord's neck.
"Go to Hell and stay there." The assassin said and raked the fortune-laced blade across the demon's neck thus ending its hateful existence in a plume of black undead mist.
"Ashes to ashes dust to dust" Seraph said as he walked from the site of death and rot.
Seraziel: So what did you think please review and tell me what you think. You can email me at Seraph444comcast.net. Also I'd like some opinions on what female character I should use for the romance aspect of this story I was leaning towards priestess but it doesn't completely matter I can work with just about any character so GIVE ME YOUR OPINION.
Authors note: OK I'm going to explain so stuff. The whole Lady Luck and fortune thing stems from an assassin build called perfect dodge assassin. It's a build that takes advantage of a sin's ability to wield two fortune swords. Along with Rosaries of flash and 99 luck a sin can attain roughly 62% perfect dodge, which means you have a 62% chance of dodging anything except skills. I currently have one of these and let me be the fist to say that its fun as hell to make a mob of like 20 monsters and just walk around with them causing lags with the thousands of lucky bubbles that appear over my head.