Hey guys Writer here and I'm putting up a new story, now originally I was going to update on Valentines Day but our Internet crashed and we didn't have anything to do during that time and I'm sick now for some odd reason and my vision is blurring in and out. Anyway this story involves one of my personal OC's and how he takes care of the children of James and Lily Potter and Sirius Black's kids. And for some odd reason I made this chapter a fight sene… I don't know why
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Chapter 1: Fall of The Silver King
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Chapter Image: A tall figure standing in a sea of flames with a bloody smile on his face
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"Sometimes I think the universe likes fucking with me" Said a dark (feather) clad tanned injured pre-adult, his large silver feathered and trench coat was torn all over and drenched in his own blood, his dull silver pants were full of red spots from his blood that flowed down to his black and silver shoes, his rigid breathing was one of the few things he heard, that and the pipe that was currently lodged in his stomach.
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He couldn't honestly comprehend the situation he was in at the moment. Falling pipes, canisters exploding left and right, alarms blaring, falling debris, the intense heat, soldiers dying left and right, it was totally chaos, all around him, flaming pipes skewering anyone unfortunate enough to be caught in the chaos, the castle was doomed and there was no saving it. The wounded pre-adult was growing weary from exhaustion and the fatale gash across his midsection made it infuriating to deal with while. Despite the pain he was in he was able to get to his feet quick enough to doge the ascending inferno that almost consumed him and nearly sent him to a fiery grave. The burning inferno was a very intriguing sight to behold once you ignore the corpse of the burning or dead federal agents that were skewered by heated pipes.
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Now for those who are wondering why this unknown pre-adult is heavily injured in a burning castle, well it started like this: it was a normal festival and the boss of a big time (secret) Crime Lord in arms dealing was celebrating his victory over another crime syndicate that specializes in drug dealing and human trafficking. After finding their base the boss manages to destroy the entire organization in one move and free the captives. After words everyone had a big party to celebrate…
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And that's when the FBI and CIA attacked…
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Now in most instances crime groups would surrender instantly at the armed federal forces that busted in…
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But this one group just gave them the middle finger and started shooting them all at once.
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If the FBI and CIA were well informed about this particular crime group they would have known that all the members are never without their guns on them all the time and wouldn't go down easy.
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So it turns into an all out gunfight and lead up to this…
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So here he was back to the floor, watching everything burn around him, ignoring the searing pain he got up from the floor and grabbed the pipe that was in his stomach and rips out the hollow pipe from his stomach with little to no effort. The tall teen then grabs two feathers from his large feathered trench-like coat and placed the two feathers on his wounds. The two feathers turns into silver puddles patches that covers his stomach wound and stop the bleeding.
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"This won't hold for long" The silver themed pre-adult said out loud, turning his attention back to the fire around him, he looks for an exit in the burning inferno but doesn't one open. The fire had risen far too highly for him to jump out of the window, and even if he could jump through the window it was blocked by fallen pillars. Grabbing another silver feather with his right hand it transforms into a silver falchion sword-
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*CLASH!*
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And blocked an incoming scythe from behind, the pre-adult turns around to see a figure wearing a torn and battered cloak around his height (Kiefer is around 7'6) in till he noticed the figure was floating.
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"Kiefer" the cloak figure moaned out eerie
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"Death" Kiefer grunts as he pushes the Reaper back
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"Kiefer your fate is decided: everlasting damnation for your sins!" Death said in a deep scratchy tone
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"What?! But I have not died yet!" Kiefer shouted
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"Come, face eternity. Soon you'll joined by those whose lives you have ruined, whose souls you have damned" Death said holding his hand out
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Kiefer sneered at Death, his eyes narrowed behind his comma-like silver tinted glasses, "I have saved more lives then I taken them Reaper. I will not die so easily!" The Silver King shouts as he points his falchion at the cloaked reaper, Kiefer wouldn't die, he couldn't die here, there were far too many lives at stake if he were to fall.
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"Mortal, your soul is mine!"
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Kiefer was the first to strike. Quickly, he sliced at the metal railings and steaming pipes about him, some even further away. Yet, as they were in his castle, the cuts carried over distance regardless. Death couldn't help but notice, then, they were all sliced at certain angles... and when they all suddenly suspended telekinetically in midair, poised at him, the detective noted calmly Kiefer had forged himself - in no time at all - a series of makeshift javelins.
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The Silver King flipped two fingers, pointedly, at death. The gesture was completely symbolic, but he felt he had to do it. The javelins shot forwards, like arrows or bullets, speeding towards with death-inclined certainty. They converged on Death like a swarm-
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SHING!
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Death, to the naked eye, had only bear down its stylized naginata once. Just once.
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Yet "one" slash and every single flung projectile had been sliced and diced into metal shavings. Kiefer then decided to up the ante. With just a flick of his hand, a massive boiler dropped like a sack of bricks, right on top of the soul keeper. The reaper noticed the crude boiling metal whistling steam like an overgrown teapot and didn't seem remotely bothered by the concept.
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Instead, the reaper whirled the scythe, summoning forth tendrils of black hellish energy that spiraled about him. They whirled, rapidly, swiftly creating a vortex, a column of negative energy that barreled into the dead slab of heavy machinery. It crumpled like a tin can upon impact before jetting upwards, lifted by the pillar of dark light. Finally, Death finished the job by slicing and dicing the boiler into less than scrap metal.
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"Your time as come Silver King!"
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Kiefer grabs another silver feather and it transforms into a sickle, "If that's true then you'll bite the dust first!" Kiefer then launches the two bladed in a boomerangs fashion towards Death, The Reaper smashes the two weapons with a swing of his scythe. Kiefer groans as he pulls another silver feather, the feather transform into Glaive-Guisarme and slashes downward on the Reaper, though Death grabs the shaft of the lance and lifts Kiefer off the ground…
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"Oh shit" Kiefer mutters to himself as he see what's Death intention is to do.
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…and slams the pre-adult to the marble floor. Kiefer hisses softly and try's to get off the ground only for a black tendril to shot out of Death's Hand to and grab him by the throat and lift him into the air, before Kiefer could grab another feather the tendril jerks forward towards him from Death, the smell of rotten flesh seemed to explodes at Kiefer's sensitive nose as Death holds him by the throat.
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"Face your sins Kiefer!"
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Kiefer growls and cocks his fist back with a silver feather in hand, the feather shifts into a sliver clawed gauntlet and crashes it against Death's decaying face, forcing him to let Kiefer go, the Silver King then rockets his knee into Death's stomach, causing the Reaper double over, only for Kiefer to bring his other knee and slams it into Death's face, sending the Reaper spiraling to the ground.
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"Go to hell ya old bag of bones... I can't because I have something to fight for. I fight for my own gain, I must protect those dear to me, I... Shall not fall to you, Death. You have pushed me farther then any other... But against you, I shall not go down! I shall not die!" Kiefer grabs two silver feathers and transformers then into two large sliver bat wings and shot into the air and, in an instant, flew back down towards Death, staring at him despite the fire closing in and he called into the stormy night...!
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"I SHALL STAND PROUND AND FIGHT!" Kiefer shouts. The silver feathered male picks up a large clump of debris and chucks it at the Reaper. But Death slices the debris into with his scythe, though right after cutting the debris Kiefer comes flying through with a drop kick sending the Reaper flying into a flaming table. But before Kiefer could jump away the blade of Death's scythe shoots out and hooks onto Kiefer and pull him back to Death.
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"Your soul is mine Silver King! No one can cheat Death! Not even you!"
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Kiefer quickly grabs another silver feather from his coat and it transforms into a dagger, Kiefer then stabs the Reapers arm forcing him to let go of the silver manipulator, with the use of another silver feather Kiefer creates a Warhammer in a burst of silver light and swung down, smashing the mighty maul right into Death's cranium and sending the Reaper crashing headfirst into the floor.
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Before Death could recover, Kiefer summoned several silver spears from his magic gates and threw them down. One hit Death's shoulder, eliciting a grunt of annoyance while another one grazed his cheek, drawing a thin line of blood. Quickly grabbing his cloak, Death swept it around his body, just as the remaining Silver spears rained down.
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Kiefer's already wide grin grew even more as he chucks the silver Warhammer at the unexpecting Reaper. Death hadn't noticed the Warhammer coming his way due to him using his cloak to block the silver spears, which obscured his field of vision and allowed the Warhammer to slam right into the side of Death's head, which momentarily stuns the Reaper. Kiefer stares at Death from a distance, grabbing another silver feather and creates a spiked chain. Silver King then spins the spike chain and-
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"GET OVER HERE!"
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Launches the spike chain towards Death faster then a bullet and Impales Death through the chest, rapping the chain around his wrist and forearm Kiefer then grabs hold of the chain with both hands and harshly pulls the chain which rips Death off his feet towards Kiefer, who pick up the Glaive-Guisarme from earlier and impales it into Death's shoulder. Looking down, Kiefer spots Death's scythe and picks it up and holds it with both hands.
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"I-impossible!"
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By the time Kiefer had begun swinging again, Death was back on his feet. He had remembered, just in time, that he had hit the Silver King earlier with the dark tendrils and this gave him just enough to slow him down, for Kiefer he yells something of his own at the Reaper:
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"You're finished!"
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Kiefer, in the middle of his swing, could not defend himself against the slash of one of Kiefer's men fallen weapons. The sword blitzed though, once, thrice more. Kiefer, finally feeling the pain stack up from all those hits from the sword, staggered backwards, nearly slipping due to his sprained right foot. Defiant until the end, he threw himself back up and began
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"I'll-"
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Another dozen or so slashes from the tendrils and bastard sword, and Kiefer was again interrupted, nearly breaking his concentration and sending him spiraling to the ground. The very ground Death tread upon had been torn apart by his speed, sending rubble in all directions. He kept on,
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"Show-"
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A roar of pain signaled that Kiefer had been impaled forty more times, faster than the eye could see. The Silver King coughed up blood, staining the marble floor with crimson. His vision blurred: the heavy rain storm wasn't helping in the slightest. He must... persevere. Death, with a roar of rage and bloodlust, lunged one last time, focusing the whole of his power onto the tip of the sword. It was over; he had finally put the damn mortal down for good!
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"You..."
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Kiefer saw it: impending death. The end... of everything he knew.
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He had not lived this long of a life of hell to let it slip through his fingers now.
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"THE POWER..."
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Kiefer, in a sudden motion, swung the Death's scythes pommel forward, as the horizon around them seemed to turn pitch black, criss-crossed with silver lines. And Death...
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Ran clean into it. As overconfident as he was, he could not possibly have expected his opponent, who was so visibly in agony, to have been able to persevere. But it was just the pommel; other than screwing with his style, the mortal had done little to prevent the inevitable.
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Nothing, that is, but give Death a taste of his own medicine. For now, he had created an opening with which he could land his own ultimate attack... the Silver Damnation.
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"...OF THE SILVER KING!"
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Kiefer finally completed, casting aside Death's scythe and unfolding his personal blade a Energy-scythe dubbed Silver Rain. He landed his first hit, then his second. Kiefer continued with
a hack! a slash! a sweep! a rip! a pierce! a hack! a slash! a tear!
a slash! a rend! a pierce! a slash! even more blows
before finally converting his blade turned bright pure silver with a shout of
"SHIRUBĀREIZU!" (Silver Wrath)
seemingly consuming the world around them. Finally, the wrathful Silver King gripped the air, rematerialized the Energy-Scythe in his hand, and felt... all of his power... flow outwards into the world. He saw a shimmering, humanoid form encompassing the keeper of souls, full of cracks and glitching around; a truly powerful soul. With one last roar, The Silver King lunged...
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And time moved in slow motion, as the blade embedded itself into Deaths's head.
And then, there was simply no more Death.
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The Silver King lowers his scythe and stares sadly at where Death once stood, thought Kiefer was harshly brought back to the real world as his breath seemed to grow heavy by the second, his vision blurred with large black spots filled his vision, be for he could process anything he coughed up a large glob of blood that splattered across the damaged marble floor, that's when he heard it. The sound of a guitar playing a sad note.
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(Play One Punch Man OST -1080p- Sadness (Original))
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So here he was, watching everything burn around him, everything he worked so hard for, going up in flames. The years of working, planing… all going up in smoke right before his eyes. Ignoring the searing pain he reaches into his coat pocket he pull out a cigar, he was rather curious who made them for him but casts the thought aside and lights the death stick by a small flame beside him. all an all this reminds him of that one part from a anime his little sister made him watch with her. Kiefer, the protagonist, standing proud after a long fought battle, standing in the rain, allowing the sadness of his failure to protect his men wash away.
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"Well it's been a good run while it lasted everyone… I just wish it lasted longer… good by my friends" Kiefer said to himself sadly as the sad song he heard played in his mind, he moved slightly over to avoid a falling pipe that almost Impaled him through the head, the explosions were getting bigger by the second and we're getting closer to him, smirking to himself, The Silver King' bloody smile widen as he closes his eyes to avoid the bright white flash as the castle he once cherished went up in a cloud. The explosion and shockwave of force had destroyed everything in its wake uplifting the ground and killing everything in a six kilometer radius, as clouds in the shape of a fully bloomed rose could be seen for miles, bright flashes to show what had happened... Though one thought shot up proudly in the kings dying mind…
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Kiefer The Silver King died standing!
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A/N: P.S I'm nursing my alerts off