How's the hell spawn of a Hurricane and a blizzard, the Polar Vortex, Treating everyone? For me it was 13 degrees XD
Wonderful weather! I HATE THE WIND IN THE WINTER!
Well Here is another chapter of D.O.D for you all and I hope you enjoy it R&R please
With Love ~Dresner
King Pariah Dark stood a top the defensive wall over looking the remains of Gigagen team as they laid on the ground mutilate and torn. Blood and oil fused together into ocean of crimson and raven black with islands of steal, microelectronics, and brain matter. The destruction blended beautifully with the anarchy of the ghost zone, but it's unruliness disgusted the King. He was king because he seized it from his dying father, Sigmund Dark, and from his mortal enemy Mithras. The king smiled at the defeat of this new foe, They fought bravely and sacrificed themselves with out cavil. He could still feel the iron fragments from the rockets burred deep with in his skin from the attack.
"They fought well, but in vain." He said with an arrogant smirk as he stared at the mangled corpses.
"My liege!" The dramatic voice of the Fright Knight called to king as he rode upon his steed, Nightmare, to the damaged Keep of Pariah Dark. "I came as soon as I felt your presents..."
"Ahh my trusted servant..." Pariah said with a grim and malevolent tone. "We must speak in private, Come." He ordered his faithful servant.
The Fright Knight was a figure to be reckoned with. Clad in black and sliver armor with a fiery purple mane and cape. On his hip was one of the most powerful relics in all of the Zone, The Soul Shredder. The Fright Knight described himself as the spirit of Halloween, a title that he expressed with grandeur in his poetry. He was brutal in battle and lived only to strike fear into the hearts of his enemies. Though be maybe a Knight, he lives by no code of honor that held many knights. He was not chivalrous, nor was he honorable. His only honorable trait was his undying loyalty to Pariah Dark, The king of all ghosts. But he was none the less self serving...
As the Fright Knight dismounted his horse and followed his master down the hall, he began to see the trail of destruction left by his King. "Your enemies have fallen with ease my liege!" The Knight announced grandly.
"They fought well, unlike some." Pariah told him coldly.
"King Pariah, They are nothing but whelps to you! Mire peasants to your awesome might!" The Knight protested until his King gave a long cold sigh.
"Mithras has returned..." The King told his servant.
"HOW CAN THIS BE MY LORD!?" The Fright Knight exclaimed, "How could he return?!"
"He found a human, a rather persistent one at that." Pariah told him. "One with the power of the Black Sun..."
The Fright Knight paused and his eyes widen, "I... I thought they were all..."
"Eradicated? Alienated? Extinct?" Pariah asked his stunned servant. "I too thought the same, But it seems those relics escaped my clutches and have taken residents with in a human. That human is different from these pigs that came into my keep, This Human was a journeyman. I could tell by the way he fought. Unlike the ghost child, No... No this one was calculated and fast. Hitting him with the mantle did nothing to him, not even phase his stubborn mind. Even when I was close to defeating him, he fought on... Almost admirable in a way don't you think?" He asked his knight.
"Pariah... are you showing... Humility?" Fright Knight asked in surprise.
"No you fool, I'm admitting a simple fact." Pariah scold his servant. "The people of the Black Sun were the only people that my father ever struggled to defeat and the only people to raise a champion that could even stand up to him. One of the reasons why I personally exterminated them..."
Pariah stopped to look at a painting of a man who bared great resemblance to Ivan the Terrible, but with glowing red eyes and horns. A name plate at the bottom of the large painting read as such;
Sigmund the Great, Ruler of the Underworld, and Lord of all Ghosts.
His son, Pariah, placed his hand on the painting of his father. "It took the power of the Ring and Crown to kill the weaken warrior, but even the power of my father couldn't stop him. I need his power..." Pariah said in a longing tone as his hand formed into a fist.
"Does this mean we retrieve the..."
"Yes my loyal servant," Pariah said with a wicked smile as he placed his hand on the fright knights shoulder. "Retrieve Sigmund's Black Heart, So that I will rule with out question once again!" Pariah shouted with maniacal laughter as he sent his greatest warrior to do his bidding.
Clockwork watched as Pariah sent out the Fright Knight to retrieve the Heart of Sigmund Dark through one of the many portals he created. Clad in a violet cloaked ghost with a pale face and time staff, Clockwork is the master of time and one of the oldest ghosts in existence. Long ago, he and five other powerful ghosts locked pariah away with in the confines of the Coffin of Forever Sleep. He gave a scowl and turned the portal onto two more figures on the other side of the Zone.
There stood the little dark one, the clone of Danny Phantom, and a strange figure dressed in a black trench coat laying on the ground. Clockwork changed sides to get a better view at the coated fellow laying on the ground.
"Hmmmm, Could it be?" Clockwork asked himself as he closed in on the face as the figure woke up from his unconscious state. He looked into the eyes of the figure as Dani rapped herself around his neck, hugging him tightly in relief that he was alright.
"A Dael... Karl Dael." Clockwork said with a slight grin as he looked deeper into Karl's eyes. "Hmmm... You found the Sun earlier than I expected and have developed a rather impressive control over it, But your humanity is fading.." He said in his usually calm tone with a frown.
A knock on his door interrupted his observation, "Come in." He said as he watched the portal.
Two Observants appeared, Tall figures dressed pinkish robes and black capes with tall collars that cover their jar like heads that contained a single massive eye. The Obervants were "Watchers", beginnings with the ability to watch evens unfold with in all realms. "Great... Them again" Clockwork sighed to himself as the Observants walled through his doors and began their usual banter of protecting the time stream, But instead of their usual response of destroy him they surprised him with another answer.
"With Pariah's defeat at the hands of the halfa and now in the midst of his second awakening, we must take action before it is to late." One Observant told him.
"Observants? Taking action?" Clockwork said with a cool chuckle. "What do you suggest we do?"
"You have to strike at Pariah before Mithras killed his father. Killing him will halt the chaos and blood shed that is coming to our world." One told Clockwork.
"Trying to kill the Halfa in the past and present failed and what makes you think that attempting to do the same to Pariah in the past will be any different?" Clockwork scowled. "Danny has no ability to return here to save you, but their is someone that can." Clockwork turned back toward the portal and pointed at Karl as he sat on a rock in front of the younger Halfa.
Karl's head was aching, as was his entire body, from the beating given to him by the ghost king and the abuse that his powers did to him in the fight. Using his powers at that level would drain him completely and cause him to collapse from exhaustion. One of the reasons why he trained religiously with Firearms, Melee, and Hand to Hand techniques so that his power would not overwhelm him and drain all energy from him, leading to a painful death. Fighting against Undergrowth was easy because of how little Karl needed his power to cut through his armor and burn him down, about a 15% to 25% from his rough estimations, but Pariah was different... Karl's strikes had to come to at least 45% to 60% power to at least allow himself to walk afterwards. Anything Higher would have killed him...
Pariah's strikes from his mantle did nothing to Karl, but the blow to the chest. That single strong blow was enough to put him down... Hard.
He opened his coat to gaze at his scar from the medallion and to his surprise to see the face of the Ring of rage imprinted in the center of the sun wheel. "Fucking ring did this... Ahugh! It burns..." Karl said with a voice full of pain. Dani hesitated and wondered how she could help her friend, but he stopped and stood up quickly.
"Dark one, I have a..." Karl asked her before she phased threw him and appeared in front of him.
"My name is Danielle or Dani, with an I, not dark one and I have something to tell you." Dani corrected him, but he gave a stressful sigh.
"Alright Dani, Now that we have figured out your name. I have to get back to my men and warn the order about the ghost king before he reaches my world like he did before." Karl said in an urgent voice before Dani called to him, "There isn't a way back."
"What do you mean?" Karl asked her quickly.
"The portal is closed and so are the others." Dani replied sadly. "I saw the big portal close after that witch flew into it."
"Claudia flew into the portal? What about my men and the ships?" Karl asked coldly, fearing the worst in the back of his mind.
"They were... They were..." Dani hesitated as she tried to tell the anxious Karl as his eyes shifted from cold to worrisome, but his face stayed expressionless. "Wipe out... By Pariah... All of them..."
Karl gave the sarcastic chuckles of a dying man and shook his head from side to side. "No... Your.. Your just telling me a story." He said rejecting her words rudely. "Just like every little girl, your telling stories just to get attention!"
"The witch saved us from him and told me to tell you to go to some placed called Area B7Z or something." She said in a firm, yet regretful tone.
Karl shrugged in disillusion, but said nothing, turned away, and threw himself into the air. He levitated in midair with his back still turned to Dani. "It's a long way to B7Z." He said calmly, turning his head slightly without turning around. "Are you coming?"
"Why? So you can insult me? Your not my father!" Dani spat back childishly.
Karl rolled his eyes and shook his head side to side with a slight smile as he turned around to face her. "You remind me so much of... Well I can't say who, but all I can say is this. I'm sorry Danielle." Karl said, trying to make amends with the Little Dark One.
"Liar." Dani said, turning her back to him and pouting while crossing her arms. Karl chuckled and shook his head from side to side once more, "You remind me of my sister more and more, hell even a little bit of Dusk..."
Dani turned around and raised her eye brow, "Who's Dusk?" She asked him innocently. Karl sighed and knelled down to her height. Dani looked into Karl's eyes and saw something strange in his eyes, Remorse.
He hesitated and took a deep breath, "She... Well, it's a long story..." Karl told her with a small smile, happy to see that she was putting away her defensiveness. "It's a story I can tell you on the way to B7Z." Karl stood up and looked into the great unknown of the Zone before turning back to see a devious smirk on Danielle's face.
"Race ya!" Dani shouted as she flew into the zone at full speed. Karl laughed, "Your on Dark... I mean Dani!" He yelled in a joyful voice as he chased after the girl he called "The Little Dark One."
Clockwork and the Observers watched as Karl and Dani raced off through the Zone toward Area B7Z in the Northern half of the Zone, toward the ghost prison.
"Even with the immense power, he has yet to be corrupted as other humans have." An Observent said in shock.
"Unlike the last human..." The other remarked harshly.
"The other proved to be a worthy carrier in the end." Clockwork said calmly. "This one is still retains his humanity and he is of the Dael Blood."
"This can not be! The Eldest brother is in prison, the youngest sister is in Bayville New York, and the middle has..."
"Has sided with the Order. That, my guests, is Karl Dael." Clockwork told his guests and pointed at him once more with his staff as He and Dani flew through the Zone.
"Clockwork, trying to bring this... This... Half Breed!" Observent protested, before Clockwork turned to him with a scowl.
"It took a work of a Half Breed to save your skins on more than one account, must we revisit?" Clockwork asked sarcastically.
The two observers grunted grudgingly, "You may have a point... But bring back Mithras is only going to bring about more destruction and death! You must slay them both!"
"All you Observers do is Observe, only calling for action when you fail to see the inevitable." Clockwork told the incompetent observers as he switched the portal to the Fright Knight as he galloped on his mighty steed Nightmare. "Now, could you care to Observe the door?" Clockwork asked his unwanted guests. The Observerts faded away as Clockwork watched the Fright Knight with a small frown.
"My old friend, How far have you come?" Clockwork asked as he floated toward the door, grabbing a time median on his way out.
The fright knight landed his steed on what remained of the other halves of Pariah's once mighty castle. The east and west wings of Pariah's once might castle were severed from his keep after his defeat at the hands of seven ghost powerful ghost lords to prevent any foolish treasure hunter looking for Sigmund Dark's Black Heart. Sigmund's heart was torn from his body after his defeat by a great champion from a faraway land that Sigmund attempted to conquer, but failed. This great champion fused Sigmunds heart with in the Castles walls so that no one could ever retain power of such magnitude. But, Like Sigmund's campaign against the Thule people of the Black sun, it to failed...
From the body of Sigmund Dark, came the Ring of Rage and Crown of Fire…. The Ring and Crown were given to his son, Pariah… The soon to be King of Ghosts, to defeat this champion, though this champion was weakened from his battle with Sigmund, It took everything Pariah had to kill this figure…
The arrogance of King Pariah lead to him abandoning the Black Heart of his father… A grave mistake that lead to two defeats leading to his incarceration with in the Coffin of Forever Sleep.
Not this time… Confronted with the idea of a second coming of Mithras, The Ghost King gave in to better judgement...
The remains of the East wing held the Heart, The Fright Knight knew this...
As he walked through the door, Clockwork appeared in front of the startled Knight.
"I see your still serving the highest bidder, Fright Knight." Clockwork said contemptuously to the Knight.
"The Highest bidder? Nay, I serve only King Pariah Dark, my Lord and Liege." The Fright Knight boasted as he pushed Clockwork aside and continued on through the castle. Clockwork's voice echoed through the hallowed halls of the abandon and destroyed wing of the severed castle, "You were always occupying yourself with delusions." Clockwork chuckled.
"And you were always meddling with others affairs with your own delusions." He spat back at Clockwork's voice as he neared the demolished half of the castle wing, toward a once great study. The great study bared resemblance to a grand library that was ripped asunder by an explosion. Bookshelves and books littered the floor, covered with burn marks and scorched black, brick and mortar dust coving what wasn't already blanketed by soot and ash, and in the corner was a massive fire place with painting of Sigmund Dark looming over head with his red eyes seeming to glow bright crimson. The Knight approached the fireplace, but was stopped by Clockwork who appeared in front of him.
"Delusions? You bare the title of a Knight, yet you betray both your former masters for selfish gain. Even if it was in a good cause." Clockwork told him. "You should have stayed with us, Fright Knight, you could have prevented this and you still can prevent this."
"Prevent what? The enviable?" The Fright Knight shouted. "Giving Pariah the Heart will give him all the power and more to finally rid the Zone of the unworthy and rule without question once again! He will give me my own Kingdom as a reward for my loyalty…"
"Are you sure about that, Old friend?" Clockwork asked him. "Remember who your speaking to… Unlike my employers, I'm not as short sighted or as foolish. I know your Past, Present, and Future…"
Fright Knight put his hand on his sword, but was stopped by Clockwork as he froze time and took his sword from him. "Still the one for theatrics aren't we?" Clockwork said with a snicker as he unfroze the time stream to see the cluelessness with in the fright knights eyes.
"Without your blade you are nothing, before you betray us you were something. Now look at you; A child chasing a dream that will send you to the very thing you relish in… A Nightmare." Clockwork shoved the Soul shredder back into the Knight hands and reached into the fire place.
Clutched in his hands was a white stone ruffly the size of an infant that glowed with red energy. "THE HEART!" The fright knight exclaimed as he reached for the glowing stone.
Clockwork pulled away from his grasp, "I know what will happen when I give this to you. I know your fate…"
"My fate? Do you mean my destiny!" The Knight shouted arrogantly as he snatched the stone from Clockwork's hands and ran off to his steed.
Clockwork shook his head in disappointment as his old friend ran away like a selfish child with a piece of candy. "I can only wish you the best and that he will spear your life, I can not say much for your master…"