A/N: Hey guys, welcome to Chapter 1 of Rise of Nevarkk!

Pit: I'm in this chapter!

A/N: Yes, you sure are. Now please do the honors Cupid.

Pit: BlueTornadoStorm does not own the Kid Icarus Franchise.

Enjoy :)

-Chapter 1: Initial Preparations-

Wind whipping through his chocolate-brown hair, soft water droplets clinging to his tunic as he broke into clouds, the gentle hum of the power keeping him aloft, gracefully gliding through the midnight sky, Pit loved flying. Even though he was no stranger to the experience, every flight felt like an entirely unique feeling, it was a shame he only had so long. In his hand he clutched the weapon so dear to him, he'd treasured it ever since it was granted to him. The Palutena Bow. Originally used to slay Twinbellows, Hewdraw and Pandora all those years ago, it was still just as useful today. Along with its combat abilities, it held a special place in his heart, right next to where Palutena herself was. He couldn't deny it, he wouldn't dare dismiss it, he loved the Goddess of Light like a mother, a partner, and most importantly his friend. He had no memories of his birth parents, no memories of brothers, sisters, cousins. Only Palutena. He couldn't count how many times the Goddess had protected him, ever since that day...

-Flashback-

"You're a freak!" The larger angel teased, jabbing at the youth's wings. "A freak of nature!"

"Yeah, whenever was there an angel who couldn't fly?" The tall angel sneered at the young boy.

"Why do you even come here? You're worthless!" The older angel chuckled, pushing the little kid to the dusty rock ground. Tears formed in the young angel's eyes. He had always dreamed of being a soldier, but his disability that prevented his wings from working correctly was a barrier he could not overcome.

Barely being accepted into Palutena's Angel Training camp, he'd always been made fun of, but Palutena saw potential in the youth's enthusiasm and devotion, signing him up for the toughest courses. Pit didn't understand why, but did not question the Goddess. He trusted her judgement, and wished to live up to her expectations. But that was easier said than done.

"What in Skyworld is going on here?!" Palutena approached the three bullies, staring down on them with eyes that pierced like knives.

"N-nothing, your H-highness," the boys stuttered in unison, but Palutena wasn't pleased. She turned to Pit on the ground, helping him up and dusting him off.

"Are these boys hurting you, Pit?" Palutena's tone changed to that of a mother calming a child, with a voice as soft as silk. The youth replied by burying his face into her dress, with her gently ruffling his hair. "Anymore trouble, and I shall see to it personally that you three are expelled from the academy." Palutena threatened the boys, who sulked off.

"T-thanks L-lady Palutena..." Pit's sky blue eyes glanced up at Palutena, greeted by a caring smile.

"You're going to achieve great things, Pit. Just tough it out and your dreams shall come true."

They were gone now. When Medusa first attacked Skyworld, all the flying angels had been killed, Pit only survived because he couldn't. For some reason, he felt guilty for their deaths. He and his doppelganger, Pittoo, were the only two angels left in existence, after that, then what? Pit knew he had to continue the angel race, but how? Just as he was wondering about this, he got a call from Palutena.

"Pit! The Power of Flight is nearly over, and I need to meet you and Hades in the Conference Hall. Urgently."

Ever since the destruction of his body in his final battle, a floating voice stuck in limbo was all that was left of Hades. Taking pity on the Lord of the Underworld, Palutena agreed to give him a smaller imp-like form of his body if he swore to join the side of Light. Desperate for a physical form, Hades reluctantly signed up to the good side, mostly just so he could keep annoying Pit and the Centurions. Plus, someone had to look after the souls in the Underworld. It wasn't often that Hades was summoned to a meeting, but he was obviously needed.

The Conference Hall was about the size of a football pitch, with large oak doors at the entrance and a massive stained glass window of the Goddess and Pit made after Hades' defeat at the far end. Lining the walls stood marble columns that pierced the heavens, decorated with royal blue and gold flags with the Centurion symbol in the center. In the middle of the hall was a huge round marble table, surrounded by many chairs, the biggest was covered in the same flags as the columns and belonged to Palutena, who was sitting there now.

"Ah, welcome Pit! How are you doing this evening?" Palutena asked the angel who replied with a yawn.

"It's midnight, Lady Palutena." Pit rubbed his eyes as he sat himself down in a chair next to the Goddess.

"Oh... sorry about that Pit, but this is important. Have you seen Hades anywhere?" As if on cue, the God burst through the doors and floated over to Pit's shoulder.

"So sorry I'm late, friends. I had... urgent matters... to deal with." Hades' smirk showed he was up to something.

"Haaadeeees... did you put hot chili peppers in Jerry's coffee again?" The scream of a Centurion from downstairs confirmed her theory. "Anyway, onto the matter at hand. There have been multiple sightings of Underworld troops in Westernia, know locally as America."

"That's where Pittoo is, isn't he?" Pit was excited to hear news about his twin. As much as Pittoo hated him, Pit treated his clone as a brother and often worried about him in his globe-trotting journeys.

"Correct, but there's something odd about these troops. Their attacks seem... coordinated." Palutena revealed, then turned to the ex-Lord of the Underworld "We need your help Hades, is the-" But Palutena was cut off by the noisy God before she could finish.

"Goodness, Palutena. YOU need MY help? Well, this is a first!" Hades boasted, as if he was proud of this.

"Yes, anyway. Hades, is there anyone in the Underworld who could be responsible for this?" Palutena asked the talkative Lord.

"Hmm... well, there was this one warrior called Kkraven, but he was killed during the Orocos attack."

"Jeez, who even remembers 'Of Myths and Monsters'?" Pit desperately tried to worm his way back into the conversation.

"Regardless, Pit, you set out for Westernia tomorrow, so get your weapons and powers ready." Pit nodded at the Goddess.

"Pretty Palutena? When can I get a weapon?" Plead Hades.

"You don't need a weapon, Hades." Palutena sighed, facepalming.

"I know, but it sure would be nice..." The God retorted.

Blazing flames licked away at the stone structures, wearing them and their interiors down little by little. Large explosives decimated the streets, people ran in fear of their lives. But one did not, the dark angel dashed out from his cover, his raven black hair whipping as he dodged the purple shots from the cycloptic monster and back behind yet another flaming building. Readying his charged shot, he fired at two of the enemies, taking them down.

"Two down, five to go," He muttered to himself, for reassurance more than anything. "What am I talking about? I'm freaking Dark Pit, I don't need reassurance!" He shouted, taking down another Monoeye with his melee combo. Already too late, he realised he'd left himself open to the other monsters and cursed under his breath as he was smacked twice by the purple shots. Ducking behind some rubble, he reconnected the two blades of his signature Silver Bow, and took down another with his continuous fire, then jumping out and melee-dash attacking the rightmost eyeball creature until it disappeared like the rest. Suddenly, the rest of the Monoeyes flew away, and further down the road Pittoo spotted his real enemy.

"Absolutely hamazing moves you got there, Ptooey!" Thanatos laughed cockily. "You'd be a great addition to our team!"

"I'll never be filth like you, Thanatos! These wings take me where I want to go!" Pittoo retaliated, splitting his blades and wielding them.

"Don'tcha remember, you lost your flight power at the Rewind Spring! You're grounded, gothy!" The God of Death cackled.

"I'm not like that weakling puppet, instead of wasting time sucking up to Gods, I've used my time to grow my strength, until I can..." Pittoo used his teal wings to lift himself off the ground, readying himself for a battle with the Commander.

A/N: Ugh... I am so tired, but I wanted to get this done and published. I might edit it later, but for now it's passable. Also, Dark Pit can fly on his own!

Dark Pit: Sweet, I might just spare your life now.

A/N: ...Read and review so Pittoo won't kill me.

-Tornado