Dark Side Of The Moon
Chapter 1: In The Arms Of Death
Written By Illuminet
Disclaimer: The Guilty Gear Series is the rightful property of Arc System Works. Some characters are simply being borrowed for non-profit purposes.
"..."-Indicate Speech
'...'-Indicate Thought
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She knew this was the end. Her vision was blurred greatly but she knew who it was that stood above her. The Holy Knights sneered down at her, babbling things that she might be able to hear had it not been for that intense ringing which kept invading her ear drums.
'So...this is it? Mother...I'm sorry...I couldn't...'
Her mind was foggy, lithe and beautiful body exhausted from the battle with her greatest enemy: Her mother's killer. He had proven to be a nuisance time and time again, but alas, she didn't even have the strength to even be mad at him at this point.
'The Crusades...are over.'
She knew it to be true as her red wine colored eyes closed softly into slits, obscuring the view of the Holy Knights even more. She would die by these Holy Knights and their blades, and she would hope it would only be all too soon. She was alone in both the Human and the Gear worlds because she was born with the blood of each one, making her a disgusting half-breed. Better to kill her now while she still had the pride of her Gear half rather than having her body ravaged by these Humans first before being killed, so she only hoped that they kept their anger and hatred for her strong enough that they would provide her with this mercy and she could lay still with the rest of the corpses of both Humans and Gears that littered the ground. Unfortunately, as if reading her thoughts, one Knight lowered himself down to her, a smirk appearing on his face. She flinched as she felt his cold hand on her cheek, her body having not completely going numb from the shock of her final battle just yet. She could not rend this Human into a pile of oozing flesh with her exhausted magic supply, and even her winged systems, the grim looking black wing Necro and the fair looking white wing Undine, could do nothing.
"Don't...touch me..."
She thought she said, but couldn't be sure. She must have though, because the Knight's smirk became a grin and she could feel his hand glide down to touch her neck. It went lower, just about to make contact with her right breast, before stopping. She saw him and the other Knights turn their heads to peer at something she herself did not have the strength to turn and see. The Knight forgot about her as he rose to his feet, brandishing a large axe in hand as he charged at something. She saw blood fly at the corner of her vision, and she began to hope: Hope that maybe some remaining Gear soldiers may have arrived just in time to save her. Or come just in time to watch her die as the remaining large group of Knights that surrounded her lifted their weapons, readying them to cut her to pieces and end her existence with their own axes. Their forms disappeared as one man's face came in her line of vision. All she saw were a pair of mismatched eyes staring down at her and into her own eyes: the left one a smoldering gold and the right one a bleeding crimson. She knew these feral and animalistic eyes well, and it was the last thing she saw before her vision went black.
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He could only smirk at the sight of shocked faces that peered down at him as he lay amongst the corpses of Humans and Gears who fought and lost their lives to this Crusade. The crimson slab of metal crudely carved with the words -Rock You- he wore on his forehead that was bound by two leather straps had been obliterated with his last attack upon the female Half-Gear he tried to sway from fighting him. He knew she still had a chance of escaping to live a normal peaceful life as a Human if she wanted to, yet she decided to side with her Gear side and face him for the murder of her mother by his own hands. All he was hoping to accomplish in this war was to die, knowing himself to be a cursed existence.
'So...it'll end here, huh? This stupid war of a hundred years. This is what I wanted...right?'
He thought to himself. These Knights finally uncovered the secrets of his power: That he himself was a Gear. The proof shown on his forehead from between the strands of long wild brown hair: The blood red emblem. If the late Commander Ky Kiske were still alive after the battle of Rome, he would probably be the most shocked as well as the first one to stab the hidden Gear through the head with the Thunder Seal sword of the Outrage Set. Oh well. One of the Knights stomped on the Gear's head, burying his cheek slightly into the blood soaked earth.
"Bastard! Your one of them, Sol Badguy!"
The knight roared in barely suppressed fury. The Gear, Sol, only offered a slightly wider smirk.
"And...?"
Sol said to the Knight with his lazy drawl of a speech pattern, angering the knight easily.
"How dare you...! A Gear masquerading in the clothing of a Holy Knight and soiling the Sacred Order of Knights! If Commander Kiske..."
The Knight was interrupted by Sol.
"He'd say the same exact thing. Get it over with already!"
Sol said with indifference. As much as he wanted death at this moment, he knew he would not rest until -That Man- was dead. It was easier to believe him as the Gear dead for now so he could escape into the shadows of time and hunt down his greatest enemy. He wanted to both curse and thank Justice for that little piece of information before her death. He had a reason to live again before taking his own life. His mismatched eyes moved from looking up at the Knight to looking straight ahead, peering at the Half-Gear he had fought earlier laying on the ground a few feet away from his own location and in his same predicament of being surrounded by Knights.
'She's only a child, and she'll die without ever knowing true life. This is a sad world we live in. Human and Gear alike. I only hope she'll find some semblance of peace if there is an afterlife somewhere.'
What ever remained of his heart bled for the unfortunate Half-Gear. He knew all too well of her situation, for it was like his own: A cursed existence. What he saw next was something that made his lungs breath in the will to fight before laying a perfect chance at a fake death as he had hoped previously. One Knight lowered himself towards her, planting a hand on her face. His amazing vision allowed him to see the fear glimmering in the Half-Gear's eyes.
"Don't...touch me..."
She spoke, trying to muster the power and authority she had moments ago when she fought with Sol. It only make the Knight want to become more lecherous, knowing that the beautiful Half-Gear was helpless from exhausting her magic past their limits. The Knight's hand lowered. The Gear made up his mind as his left hand clutched the large sword he crafted from the bones of wild dragons he often slain. He clipped the leg of the Knight who stood above him, making the Knight scream loudly in his shock. Sol lifted himself up, being slabbed through the chest by some spears. He paid little mind as he slashed the weapons in half before cleaving the bodies of the remaining Knights with a whirling slash that removed the Knights upper bodies from their lower bodies and showering blood into the air.
"Dizzy..."
He spoke her name softly for the first time as he made his way towards her, already being fast approached by the very Knight that was touching her earlier. The Knight welded his axe expertly, but did not have the ability to match with the Gear, who deflected the attack before bringing the sword in between the Knight's legs and cutting upward, cutting the man in two from the groin. Sol's eyes flashed dangerously as he saw the other axe welding Knights preparing to cut Dizzy to pieces. He wasn't sure what spurred him to use his tremendous speed to jump in the line of attacks, getting his heavily muscle bound body cut into by the axes. He saw Dizzy stare up at him with an unreadable expression before her eyes closed. Knowing she fainted from exhaustion, he reared himself up, catching the Knights off guard before turning around and bringing the blunt of his sword to their heads. Sickening crunching sounds ensued when He smashed the remaining Knights heads into the dirt. He heard one Knight doing the smart thing of running away to get reinforcements.
"OVER HERE! WE HAVE TO KILL THE GEAR! BADGUY!"
He roared out. Sol took the opportunity to plant his sword into the ground and to remove the tattered cape that was buckled to his coat, wrapping the unconscious Dizzy in it before grabbing his sword again and carrying her bridal style into the darkness with whatever remaining strength filling his body.
:To Be Continued:
Note-An idea that I've been wanting to do for a while now but never had the guts to write. A combination of what might happen in the regular time line of the Guilty Gear series as well as an Order-Sol x Dizzy romance. Thank authors like Blaze Heatnix and Raven6 for this one. Yay for the coming of Guilty Gear XX Slash: The Midnight Carnival and Order-Sol: The coolest low tier character ever! Anyway, It's been awhile I know, but I've been very busy lately and have lost some inspiration, but hopefully I can get back into the swing of things.