Chapter 6: Of Ambition and the New World's God

Upon the stone floors lay the embodiment of destruction. Refuse suggesting the recent prescence of life lay about, scattered about chaotically. Some half eaten meals were on the ground, in such a manner it seemed as though they had been thrown in shock. Blood stained cots riddled with sword marks could be spotted in several corners of the room, though the men that inhabitted them were absent. The room was devoid of movement save for a fire which flickered strongly, as it had not been ignited long ago.

Outside however there was much movement. A cloud of smoke rose into the heavens from the castles courtyard. Flames engulfed a pile of bodies, which smoldered, leaving only their black armor behind. The mighty Dark Warriors legacy soared to the heavens, as the fierce winds from the southern storm blew it on.

Not one to be remembered. Not one who's desires will be known, who's name will be spoken, or memory cherished. Here is the last these men will be regarded as anything more than ash, and when my time passes even that will amount to naught.

Silently he cherished the men, his will alone amounting to more than their lives. Behind him four men stood, whether any of their minds were one with Vohn's could not be said. Vincent's eyes sad. Kendral proud yet reserved.

" And here it is clear," an omipotent voice resounded," our ambition shall not be squandered. If we should fail, these men's lives, those forfeighted to our swords at Varrock, and our own shall all amount to nothing. We carry not only our own desires on our shoulders any longer... I wonder what these men wished for as they met with steel. Did they wish to find love," Vincent flinched," solace?" Kendral's resolve seemed to lessen," Or a meaning to life, perhaps," the weight of the voiceshifted to the two idle figures.

" The meaning behind Rethu's abduction cannot have been discovered, his aid and future services weigh more than the men of Varrock and Falador can ever know. He has played his part in bringing about the new world's god. Is this not right?"

Near the human bonfire, garbed in the armor of a Dark Warrior Rethu stood. He was dishevelled yet as calm as the voice which spoke to him.

" Varrock will believe you wish to hold me captive, and will be hard pressed for answers," he paused serenely," it is doubtfull that they will suspect anything close to the truth,"

" But of course, it is still difficult for even I to believe,"

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The rocks heaved withing the cavern, as if life had been breathed into them. An epic entity rose like a mountain, it's slopes wreathed in flames. Rethu fled in sheer fear, leaving his mining equipment where it lay. The five members of Advent Blade stood firm.

The beast before them was not of flesh, but comprised of great rocks, seemingly animated by flames that wrapped about its being. Sheer physical magnitude eminated from it, the vast cavern they were withing shrinking as the flames reached out.

Yet even before the towering creature Kendral shot forward, though his collosal height failed to meet even the knee of his foe. As he approached he swung viciously, suceeding only in searing his hand and chipping the rocks encased by the flames. Kendral recoiled, making way for another.

This time a figure, garbed in Advent Blade's coat came forth. A mask was worn upon it's face, the masks expression unfaltering before the might of the flames before it. In it's mishapen hands it wielded a long metal pole. It's posture was limp.

The flaming golem sent forth its enormous hands, which crashed down where Kenbuku had stood. However in place of Kenbuku was dirt. In a disjointed shuffle Kenbuku had swiftly avoided the strike, pinning down his foes hand with his weapon.

" Oh great earth spirit! Calm yourself, we mean not to take the sanctity of these lands from you, but rather to solidfy them," Vohn spoke eloquently," above the lands are chaotic, wicked men rule, and good men suffer. As guardian of this earth should you not aid them too?"

The fires dimmed, though Kenbuku still strained to contain the beasts limb.

" Assembled here are the mightiest our world can offer, for we wish to redeem the planet, to make a unified government under which all can be content, and not room for injustice allowed," Vohn's voice was kind," however, to inspire such loyalty as would be needed to hold the world under our thumb we are in need of one thing. A god. We ask but that you leave your desolate lair, and embrace our new kingdom as God of the new world!"

As if afraid of Vohn's enticing words the spirit pulled back abruptly, forcing itself from Kenbuku's mighty pole. It's flames flared three fold, the cave seemed as though it might collapse from it's erratic movement.

At Vohn's side a man garbed in a suit, though draped in Advent Blade's cloak stood. He wore a formal top hat, complimenting his dark glasses, which hid his eyes. Although appearing resolute he raised a suitcase from his side, his left hand reaching for the latch that held it closed.

" No Lucifer," Vohn spoke softly.

As the words passed his lips he jolted forward, past Vincent and towards Kendral. He leaped upwards mounting Kendrals shoulders and pushed off, hurtling suicidally towards the living inferno.

However clutched in his hands was a sword, two gems sparkling radiantly in the dancing flames, and a third dimly embracing their light. The sword met with the entities abdominal section.

Instantly the flames dispersed, the region around the wound began to decay and crumble, as if a wave of corruption was creeping outward.

Vohn released the sword, falling to the feet of the motionless titan.

" Relic Kage. You will follow my will. I have scathed you with Advent Blade, organic materials such as yourself can be manipulated as I wish should they meet with my sword. Should you so much as imply that you will not abide you shall share the same fate as these rock walls that harbor you,"

Relic collapsed to it's knees, the ground shaking as it did. It's head bowed, not in honor or pain, but defeat.