Well, here's the next Chapter! I have absolutely no idea how many chapters this is going to run for, nine already and they haven't even gone to the first world I've planned for them, and I have six! Ah well, s'long as you guys enjoy it!

To my reviewers
littlehomiieex3: Nice to hear it has answered some of your questions. But what about the questions it raised?
bailkatanas: Thanks for that. This chapter should do the same. xD
Shire Folk: Yes, this about the past. I didn't feel like giving another five chapters about the past, so I squeezed it into one chapter. But now that I've had that idea, I'm thinking of writing another fic, where Kurai, Kirin and Ruin are the Wielders. xD That can wait though. As for the names, I either made them up as I wrote, or I went to a certain site. Most of those names are actually elvish, which you should more or less know about. I didn't spend more than two minutes on any of them.
BlackChaos105: Thanks for the compliments! Yes, yes, I'm interested to see how the story turns out too. I'm making it up as I go along, so not even I know how it's going to turn out. " As for your questions, keep reading, and all will be revealed. If my sub-consciousness wants it to be. xD
SilentBlade: Thanks! Here's the next chappie!


A standoff. Blood dripped from every corner of the room, and a green aura suffused it. At one end stood the angel, the Valesti spear glowing in his hand. At the other end stood the blood entity, blood from the room slowly being drawn towards him.

Ruin watched the battle with horrified eyes; Kirin lay motionless in her arms, breathing painfully. Kurai had returned outside, venting his frustration on the flood guards who had started to thin down by now, fear of the tall man's fearful skill with the blade overriding the promise of gold and treasures.

"Hahahahaha! You've improved, Raphy! You wouldn't have lasted this long when we last fought!" Grond was cackling as a ball of blood formed in his upraised palm.

The Valesti spear whirled in a green arc, and Lost Seraph planted it firmly into the floor of the room. Green energy pulsed from it, and the two battlers started to phase out of sight.

"Wait!" Ruin shouted. "Where are you going?!"

Lost Seraph looked over his shoulder. "We are going where we cannot harm the material plane. Thou wouldst do best to stay where thou art."

"Hey! Never look away from your opponent!"

A spear made entirely out of blood came hurtling out of mid-air, aiming for Lost Seraph's head. Valesti flew upwards, smashing into the spear. At the exact moment of contact, the spear deconstructed, the blood becoming liquid once more. Valesti nevertheless continued its rapid motion, Lost Seraph spinning around and firing a blast of green energy at his foe. Grond easily deflected it, the blast smashing into the walls and exploding. Rubble fell from the point of explosion.

Turning back to Ruin, Lost Seraph was satisfied at the light of understanding in her eyes. He then turned his eyes to the window, where the screams of the dying still drifted in. Raising his hand calmly, he deflected another barrage of blood with a green aura.

"Thy friend… he hath an illness within, hast he not?" he asked. Ruin gasped.

"Ye-Yes… but how do you know? How did you know?" she replied his question with her own.

"A blemish of the soul would show clearly to my eyes. As the Searcher, I must have the capability to see within instead of on the skin." His helmeted head turned back to face Grond, who was seething at the thought that all his attacks had been effortlessly repelled by the angel when he hadn't even been paying attention. "And now I must leave, and I will take this repulsive one with me. Fare thee well."

That did it. Grond screamed in fury, the blood from the dead rising into the air and hurtling towards the angel. Outside in the yard, Betrayal was wiped clean, the black dragon blade's blood being drawn to the blood elemental.

"DIE, DIE, DIE!" he threw blast after blast of blood at the angel, ignoring the fact that his body was continuing to fade away, as was the angel's. Turning hate-filled eyes onto the Wielder of Love, a sneer came on his face. A long blade of blood formed in his hands as he faked a throw at the angel, but released his grip late, sending the spear flying at Ruin.

Ruin was petrified at the spear coming at her. As Lost Seraph spun around, Valesti swinging outwards, she knew that there was nothing she could do. Her imprisonment in a cell of stone that sapped her strength had made her unable to open a rift to summon her equipment, and Valesti's range wasn't long enough to reach her. She started to mouth the incantation of an Aeroga spell, but even as the words left her mouth the decision was taken out of her hands. Kirin jerked in her arms, Lorenze flying out in a golden blur. Metor followed shortly after, the twin gold and silver keyblades whirling through the air.

It was either the pain that caused the lack of co-ordination, or maybe it was the fear; the fear of losing her. The twin keyblades smote the air just to the left of the spear, missing it by mere millimetres. It took Kirin full on in the chest, smashing outwards through the armour of the Wielder of Light, exiting through the other side, before exploding in a crimson fountain.


"KIRIN!"

A blast of solid black light erupted in the courtyard, and the screams of terrified men echoed through the air as the screams changed from fear to pain, to a horrifying gurgling sound as though they were choking on their own blood. The roar of a dragon came pummelling through the stone, and the whole wall that overlooked the courtyard was torn off as Betrayal came howling down in an arc of fury.

Standing on the other side was Kurai, his eyes glowing a fierce gold. From his back two wings spread, scaled like those of a dragon, unlike the feathered ones of Lost Seraph. He tilted his head back and screamed, but above the human scream was the roar of the dragon. Trust disappeared, the spirit of the keyblade materializing behind Kurai. His silver eyes flashed across to Ruin, and she understood. She too had felt the gut-wrenching pain that had wrecked her whole body when the spear had passed through Kirin. The Wielder of Light had fallen. And with him, Kurai had lost a big part of himself, enough to make him lose control.

The Dragonlord had gone berserk.

Ruin backed off, dragging the body of Kirin with her. Lost Seraph nodded once as he saw the fury, which confirmed his own suspicions. He glanced over at Ruin, then he simply faded out of existence, into another plane where he could watch without being involved.

Grond was backing away, the blood elemental's crimson eyes showing fear for the first time. The black dragon blade of legends was warping and contorting, but always returning to the same long thin blade it normally was. An immense aura was forming around it, as well as Kurai himself, as he started walking slowly forward.


Kirin's eyes snapped open, clear azure blue distorted by fear and pain. His chest hurt… Putting a hand to his chest, he was startled to find a hole right through it, skewering his stomach and puncturing a lung, as well as blocking off a heart chamber.

"So thou art awakened."

Wincing in pain, the young man forced his head upwards, and looked into the green eyes of the Lost Seraph. The angel still hadn't removed his helmet, but somehow the metal had lightened to an almost translucent shade, allowing Kirin to see straight through it.

Struggling to a sitting position, he glanced around, only to see nothing, just an empty plain. What's more, there was no sky, just a black void, and there was a strange wind that blew through the short grass, one that made Kirin feel both cold and warm at the same time.

"Why… am I here?" he asked. Suddenly, his eyes widened in remembrance. "Ruin!"

Lost Seraph shook his head, smiling slightly for the first time he had seen. "Nay, she is unharmed." The smile faded. "As for thy other…"

Kirin's eyes narrowed. "What about Kurai?"

"It will be better to see with thine eyes then for me to tell." The angel's reply was short, and he waved his arm. Immediately, the plain started to shimmer, and they found themselves looking down at the castle in which Ruin had been held imprisoned not so long ago. Kirin gasped.

Black flames were pouring out everywhere, and black light shone from a blacked-out sun. The whole wall that separated the room they had been in from the courtyard had been torn down, and black flames danced out in the yard as well. Amidst the darkness stood a person, one that used to be familiar to Kirin. "Ku-Kurai…?" he murmured.

"Aye and nay. He cannot hear us whilst we are on this plane, and he cannot see us. The dragon within thy friend hath awakened, and its fury is but starting." The seraph's face revealed nothing, but inside his eyes something flickered.

Kirin's sharp eyes caught it, and he started to ask a question, but was cut off by the angel before he could even start.

"Thy friend. He is in mortal peril."

"Wh-What? What do you mean?" Kirin was confused by Lost Seraph's words.

Something akin to pain and fear flashed through the green eyes of the angel, but he remained silent. It frightened Kirin. If someone as powerful of the Lost Seraph was afraid, then what could it be? Suddenly, something struck him. The pain had disappeared. Looking down at his chest, he found that the gaping hole had gone.

"What happened…? Why am I…" He gazed around him. "Where is this place anyway?"

"Kirin Senshi." The Lost Seraph turned to him.

"Huh…?" Kirin's mouth fell open in surprise. "Ho-How did you… How did you know my name?"

Another twinge of pain crossed the angel's eyes. "Dost thou remember the man who came to thy abode years ago? The black dragon blade?" Kirin took a step back as his eyes opened wide. How could he forget?

A tall man, dressed in a black cloak, approached the three teens. The tall teen standing in front of the other two had a long stick in his hand, as did the teen protecting the girl, but the approaching stranger had a long black blade, solid black with the head of a dragon as the crossguard. As the three of them warily stepped back, the man stopped walking. Without saying a word, he raised the long black blade. The teen in the back suddenly leapt forward, his stick flashing out in imitation of the crippling strikes the tall teen had always managed to inflict on him. But at the last second, the tall teen pushed him away, standing in his place as the black blade came flashing down.

"You…!" Kirin's eyes flashed dangerously.

"The angel nodded, true regret plastered across his face. "Aye, 'twas I who planted the curse of the dragon upon thy friend."

Kirin's fist flew through the air, stopping right in front of the angel's helm. To his surprise, the angel didn't flinch, standing stoically. "I should just kill you right now for what you did to Kurai. Give me one reason why I shouldn't tear you apart."

He swung his hand around, slashing it through the air as he summoned the Key Rift. But nothing happened. Stunned, he tried again and again, to the same effect. Looking down at himself, he saw that his armour had disappeared, leaving him unarmoured.

"Thy power hath departed. It hath passed on. Thou art the Wielder of Light no more."

Kirin glared at the angel in shocked disbelief. "Wha-What do you… mean…?"

The angel sighed. "Thou art dead. Thou dost not reside in the land of the living. With thy death, the powers of the Wielder of Light have fled, and thou art their bearer no longer."

Kirin's eyes widened in shock, and he sagged to his knees. "Wha…t? No longer… the Wielder of Light…?"

Lost Seraph nodded. "Grond has slain thee. That, I think, is what hath triggered the wrath of the dragon."

Kirin raised his eyes to the devastation that lay around him. Behind them, a wall collapsed, the very stones melted. Above them smoke twirled in a hazy dance in the night sky, but even the moon had hidden from sight.

"How was it…?" Kirin asked softly.

Lost Seraph's green eyes flitted to the fallen warrior on his knees next to him. "It is… beyond explanation… beyond description. The wrath of the dragon is not something that can be easily borne. Once… I even tried to kill myself… To end the pain, the struggle… But to be cursed with the dragon is to gain immortality, and such means to end pain is useless. I could not be killed."

Kirin's eyes were wide as he gazed upon the angel. The green aura around him was completely different to the black flames that roared up around them, and he couldn't imagine him as the Dragonlord.


Kurai screamed again, the wrath of the dragon channelling through his pain and sorrow to wreck havoc upon the castle of Grond. The blood elemental had fled, but wherever he went, Kurai found him. Finally, the two met in the sky above the dark flames, Kurai floating with his dragon wings, Grond using an ancient Aeroga spell.

"Dragon?! Ha! I have faced an angel! A dragon holds no-" Grond was forced to bank sharply as a blast of flames seared the air where his head was a moment ago.

Kurai didn't say anything, a low inhuman growl shaking his body. Betrayal glowed with a black light, and the golden eyes of the dragon glared across to where Grond was panting.

Grond's crimson eyes flitted everywhere, fear raking his body. 'Bastard! Who the hell is he?' Suddenly, his eyes opened wide in comprehension. 'That kid I killed… he had a similar aura to this freak… no way… That bastard was the Wielder of Light?! He didn't take much…'

"Kurai!"

Kurai's golden eyes shifted downwards at Ruin's call, and Grond took his chance. Blasts of blood shot out from his hands, smashing into Kurai. The Dragonlord's body was rocked by the blasts, and Grond cackled in glee as he flew up to Kurai, impaling him straight through with his arm.

Ruin screamed. "Kurai!"

But to both of their astonishment, Betrayal came swishing through the air, severing Grond's arm cleanly. Kurai winked in and out of visibility, his speed heightened to new levels as he unleashed hell on earth onto the helpless blood elemental as Grond screamed in pain and fear.

Finally, Kurai flew up high into the air, blood dripping from him. The moon appeared for a brief moment, but the black flames made it appear as though it were black, and the midnight moon disappeared again as Kurai plummeted downwards. Betrayal roared again, and time stopped for a split second as Kurai's blade made contact with the blood elemental. Then it started again, and a mighty explosion ripped the undead being apart.

Kurai floated down to the ground slowly, his dragon wings outstretched. His eyes still retained a golden hue, and Betrayal's dragon head still roared. Turning to face Ruin, he started to walk steadily forward, the black blade by his side.


So, what do you guys think? Nice cliffy there, isn't it? I have my revenge on all you other fic writers! xD Nah, I'm interested to see where my deformed mind takes me to too. We'll see... Please review!