Darkness is...
(Chapter 2) Defiance against the light
Unfortunately, being a graduating high school test, the flood valve of exams was opened and I was simply drowned by projects...Apology intended. Apology also for the nosebleed.- ausezutheunholylight
Darkness is defiance
Against an injustice in a justice
Against a world with no past and no future
Darkness is change...
"What would it be like...in a world filled with peace?"
The sounds of war raged forth once again. Bony armor gnashed against metal, and a dull 'clang' was heard. Kokujo knew what made that sound...
Darkness calls for endless bloodshed
For it is necessary...
The Deathliger towered over the little huts. It was a massive construct of bones...and wrath. The 'dead' hunting animal's instinct, reborn into a steed of furious speed and strength. It was the assassin, the silent stalker the Darkness civilization raised from death into servitude.
And it was in pain.
Above it floated an Elemental, to be specific, a Purifying Elemental. Elementals were massive 'machines' that wielded the power of Light. It was certainly less in power than the massive liger before it, but it could activate a 'shield' system right after it's attack. Such a powerful shield that even the rock-hard claws and fangs of the the Deathliger could not pierce...
The Deathliger whimpered in silence as the Purifying Elemental opened it's 'wings'. Lightning poured fourth...
An endless clash of shadow upon light
And Kokujo was into battle once again.
Kokujo crawled to the top of the Deathliger and put his hand on the Deathliger's neck. Then he noticed...
The symbol of the Darkness civilization was imprinted on one of the neckbones of the Deathliger...
"It seems...."
"We both share a curse"
An endless tide of sorrow for all
All in sacrifice
Letting his darkness power flow, he started mending the Deathliger's wounds. The demon was back onto it's feet, while an aura of darkness was flowing down it's mane.
And then the world was deafened by the roar of the Deathliger
In all wars,battles,conflicts;
no matter how minuscule or prolonged
There must be a victor
And the victor is always the angel of Death...
smexy ending by ausezutheunholylight. Very, very smexy. Nearly as smexy as he is.