Hey all reviewers names Soul and I hope u all review dis. I don't own the titans but the plot is all mine. OH and clark ur goin down.
Days......Months.......Years.......Decades..........Centuries.
Time.
The one gift that I truly appreciated was lost to me. Now it was the bane of my existence, the thorn in my side, the dark to my light.
And I wouldn't have it any other way.
The clash of steel brightened, if only briefly, the hell infested battlefield as two
titans of the blade clashed for their lives. The burning embers in the background made a
hell on earth. The crimson sky was painted with the blood on the battle field. The war
torn castle was now a smoldering ruin, a mere shadow of its once grand state.
The monstrous beast swung his jagged morning star at his adversary, shouting and
wailing curses at him in demonic and human tongues. The fast spiked ball of death was
blocked with precision from its opponent. The creature with the morning star was a
massive behemoth that dwarfed the ruined walls of the castle, he and his fanatic followers
burned to ashes. At least 10 feet tall and 400 pounds of muscle showed him to be a great
threat to his opposition. His fangs reflected the crimson blood in his mouth and his scarlet
skin made him blend with the death around him. The flames burned harder and only then
could one see the creature's eyes.
Four sharp, glowing, hell-born eyes made any crumble to dust if any would be
unfortunate enough to gaze in them. Their sick yellow glow emanated and promised
death, torture and despair to any who crosses either the eyes or its owner. The monster's
hair, dull silver, was colored red.....red like those bathed around him......Blood. He
swung again and again in three perfect successions only to have it blocked by his
opponent.
His opponent was a large man.......no boy. A large boy that held his own against
the "Butcher". He wore a black ring mail suit that was covered in crimson. He wore
almost all black except for the dark red outlines all over his suits and the bright life liquid
he was bathed in. The darker then blood outlines swirled around his armor and formed
various protective charms that glowed red coldly at their wearer's enemy.
The boy's hair and eyes were black....black as night......black as
despair......black like Death. The crimson scarf around his mouth and nose completed
his dark outfit. His choices of weapons were 2 small knives. One of dark the other of
light. Glowing faintly as the wilder lost more and more power.
They say that the light always beats the dark. Well, whoever said that must have
had his head stuck up so far up his ass that his kids were a whole new species.
A lone arrow shaft flew and pierced the boys right shoulder, knocking his
concentration off by one second. But, in real time fights.....in true life locking
battles......every second counts......every second is a life.......losing a second means
losing a life.
The giant morning star smashed directly under his stomach with an ear shrieking
crunch. He was propelled into three large boulders before coming to a stop near a chasm.
The boy was pained he was swimming in blood, his dark black, and red fingerless gloves
clenched both his knives desperately. It was wet, and slick and sticky. As was blood. A
faint but sweet metallic taste entered his mouth as he noticed blood from his fore head.
Anger shown in his black, dead eyes. He saw his enemy walk closer to him. A
sickening sadistic smirk was plastered on his face. A smirk so dark that it sucked what
ever light there was left and made it disappear, like a terrible magic trick. The Earth cried
in despair as she shook under his heavy form. It cried for what was about to be lost.
Darkness loomed as the behemoth stood not three feet away from his enemy. The
boy stood, albeit slowly, but surely. He stood a dark smile etched in his pale features.
Daggers still in hand, clenched in a vice-like grip. The point where the jagged morning
star connected had completely collapsed. His stomach looked lik it was sucked in. blood
flowed like a waterfall as he gazed at his hated enemy.
"Mark my words Filth, I may fall today but so long as you exist I will be there to
show you fear. "the boy got ready his blades and in an act of pure defiance he charged
the demon and faster then he could have reacted or noticed he marked the scarlet skinned
demon with his twin daggers. An inhuman shriek echoed across the universe as the
mighty demon was cut for the first time in eon's history. A double diagonal descending
slash will forever scar the demon's chest, from his right shoulder to his left hips.
This was the last thing the boy saw before the morning star collided with his face,
adding more life liquid to the masses, before descending into the dark chasm......into
darkness..... into death.....into his salvation......as well as damnation.
The monster was on his knees at the edge of the chasm, on all fours. He expected
silence until a follower of his garbed in dark red announced himself. "Hail Lord Trigon,"
he began in a dazed hypnotic voice "your victory is complete, shall I bring all available
wench... Is something wrong Lord Trigon."
If this minion were to see his lord's face then he too would of buckled under the
fear. "Trigon" shook violently as he looked, dazed at the eternal pit. He has won the war,
he has conquered the planet.....yet his goblet of victory was not even close to half full.
He slammed his hands hard on the ground out of anger and frustration, creating a shock
wave that tore his follower asunder. Then, he yelled at the very heavens themselves
"WHY DID HE HELD BACK! WHAT POSSIBLE REASON WOULD HE WANT TO
DIE SO WILLINGLY! I SWEAR TO YOU BY BLOOD OATH THAT I WILL KILL
ALL THOSE AROUND HIM TILL ALL THAT IS LEFT IS THE FEINT SHRIEKING
OF HIS CHLDREN! SO SWEARS TRIGON LORD OF RAGE!!!!!"
Somewhere in the other side of the burning planet ground was torn asunder and a
dark light shot straight up to the heavens. In turn the heavens cracked open and unleashed
a bright light alone its own that hit the dark light. But, instead of an explosion as most
people would be lead to assume the lights danced around each other like lovers and
eventually formed a bright, glowing ball. The ball was then launched into the air out of
the atmosphere and into space. All the while changing the color from Silver White to
Nocturnal Violet. It kept alternating colors till it reached a familiar blue planet.
This Boys and girls is the beginning of my salvation and my damnation.
Well how'd u like it. Plz R&R I really need 2 beat an $$hole in a contest. AND YES CLARK I AM TALKING ABOUT YOU.