Conquer AllBy SoulfulZen
Summary: Because somebody should have a long time ago, I wrote a
songfic to my favorite Behemoth song. Zim resorts to his stupidest plan
yet to kill Dib. Does it work? Guess. Just guess.
Rated T for violence, and mostly because I would not feel right rating a Behemoth songfic K+.
Disclaimer: Invader ZIM and all subsidiaries belong to Jhonen Vasquez
and the TV station that squandered it: NICKELODEON. Conquer All belongs
to Behemoth and New Aeon Musick.
Zim dashed into his house and slammed the door behind him, chuckling.
He had done it! He had a perfect plan for killing Dib and even
conquering not just Earth, but the entire universe! That little dirt
child had actually helped him! Her report on the physical effects of
music on the body was amazing. She had called Zim up to show how it
worked. He could easily pick the stone up, but when the music was
played, he not only felt weak and vulnerable, but also could not lift
the stone. Now what if this could be employed in the reverse? A self
empowering song to make him stronger. Who was to say it couldn't happen?
That's what he had stolen from the human's music store. He had seen the
name "Conquer All" on the back of the "see-dee", and was told that the
song was self empowering, saying something about being mightier than
any god. Zim grabbed the "see-dee" and ran out of the store, leaving
the teen wasteoid there saying something about not paying.
When Zim got home, because of the lack of chaos and insaneyness, he
knew Gir was out at one of his parties. All the better, for Zim would
need silence for this little test. He quickly jumped down his toilet
into the lab and tested to see how to play the device he had bought.
After the computer had figured out that the actual "see-dee" was the
disc inside rather than the whole thing, it decided that a laser-scan
device would be best for reading the music files. It skipped to the one
called "Conquer All" that Zim was so interested in and began playing it.
Oh Mightiest Self!
cast out ov Thy Elysium
with blood ov Nazarene
I write the history ov man
2000 years is nothing
thought it has been enough
come forth victorious
muting the foul angelic choirs!
none ov thy empty gods, shall ever stand above me
none ov thy weak brothers, shalt ever share my blood
my awareness, catalyst, ov godhate I have spawned
in sinister ecstasy eternally I decompose
race ov man!
the errors ov a wise make thy rules
ye shall see
rather than the perfection ov the fool
the most divine!
I am many! among so very few
beyond redemption, beyond the weak
thus I beheld the truth!
none ov thy empty gods, shall ever stand above me
none ov thy weak brothers, shalt ever share my blood
my awareness, catalyst, ov godhate I have spawned
in sinister ecstasy eternally I'm decomposed
I am the pure flame that burns
I am Sirius son
I am the infinite space
I am the most conquering One!
Zim was floored by this harsh music. Literally, he had fallen off of his chair before the lyrics had even began. However much the tune had scared him, he did feel the adrenaline flowing through him at a rate he had never before felt. It was intense, addictive, it just felt so damn GOOD! The computer, during the time it was playing the black metal hit, had designed an armor like device that would play on infinite repeat the MP3 it had ripped from the disc in surround sound for Zim and Zim alone. Zim doffed said armor and ran to Dib's house, music blasting. He ran up and tried to smash the door in with his purple-metal-clad, adrenaline-empowered fist. No dice, but plenty of chiclets spilled. The reverberation of the foot-thick iron door when he had punched it had shaken several dozen teeth loose. "Dib-human! Get out here now! I have a bone to pick with you!" shouted the irate Irken as the metal blasted in his ears. He ran back across the street and began dashing up to bash the door down, when suddenly he was hit by a truck. The one flaw in the armor was that he could only hear the music. Nothing else around him. He was able to crawl to the sidewalk where Gir carried him to a med-pod back at his base. Zim's new policy regarding using Earth technology to conquer it? Never again. Never ever again.
The end!
Hope you all like it. Read and review, no flames. Behemoth rocks. The spelling of the word "of" as "ov" is intentional in the song. That's just how Nergal (behemoth frontman) wrote it. Oh, you don't like this song or this fic? DON'T READ IT THEN!