Chapter dedication is for pearl84. You love it when Danny and Vlad fight each other? Boy, are you in for the ride of your life…

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9. Vlad Plasmius

"Hey, Danny!" Jazz called from the downstairs. "Come on, we have to… I mean, you have to go and see Vlad, remember?"

There was a muffled yell from the upstairs bedroom.

She sighed and marched up the stairway to Danny's room. She knocked on the door. "Honestly! I know Mom and Dad are dead and everything, but we have to keep an optimistic outlook!" Her voice began to crack. "God, will you at least go and see him for me?!"

The door opened, and Danny's head poked out. He seemed tired, upset (she could see it in his eyes. They were very red.), and… older? The teenager seemed to have a strange renewal in his eyes, one of perhaps vengeance and searching. He looked as if he could have solved a cold case from many years ago. Jazz knew that Danny wasn't normal. The thought suddenly began to dawn on her that she was the last person alive that knew his secret- the revelation that Danny might not have been a human, but an angel. She bit her lip. Could Vlad know about his secret?

"I said I'll go," Danny replied tiredly, jolting the sister from her thoughts. "I don't know about you, but there's something about Uncle Vlad that seems really… sinister about him."

Jazz rolled her eyes. "He's always been creepy, Danny. At the funeral yesterday…"

He shook his head. "Don't say it. I'm going to go and see him." The white rings split, and Phantom stood there, a grim look in his eyes- haunted. "I'll be back in a few hours," he told her, turning intangible and flying through the roof.

Jazz's jaw dropped. Danny hadn't told her that he was half a human, half a ghost… or was it half an angel, half a ghost? Nonetheless, she walked into her room and pulled out a sheet of paper, beginning to write.

-Archangel-

"Is Belle on Earth?" Saala asked Sugaru, who continued to stare at the orb, his eyes fixated on Phantom, who flew towards the capital.

Sugaru merely sighed, turning his gaze away from his interest and looked at the woman. "She has taken possession of the motherly sister," he told her mildly. "Bellatrix is beginning to write the legacy of Seraphim. Already, it is unfolding, as she discovered only moments ago."

"With the exception that he is no longer a pure angel," the woman countered, eyes dark and wings flared up. "His heart is clouded by the darkness of a half-ghost. Something must be done!"

Sugaru shook his head. "No. We cannot expose ourselves yet. We must figure out if Cherubim has discovered that Seraphim lives."

"Any suggestions?"

A male stepped out of the shadows of the room, one wing crippled and bent, a burn mark covering the right side of his face. His blue hair fell over the left side of his face down to his neck. Brown eyes showed emotional war wounds. Despite the fact that he was the youngest man on the Fallen Angel Council, Yuan had seen more fights and actually engaged in combat more than the rest of the group combined. The wing was permanently damaged from a fight with Sugaru to even receive a spot on the council, and the burn… the burn was from Cherubim himself from thousands of years ago.

He looked at the leader, a worried and serious expression on his face. "Sugaru, he already knows that the boy is a ghost. It's only a matter of time before all hell will break loose between them."

Saala's face was grim with agreement. "It's true."

The leader could say nothing but stare at the glass orb which held Phantom's mind in motion.

-Archangel-

The desk in the office was charred, Plasmius' hand smoking red. His eyes burned convulsively, a huge grin spread across his face. It was all coming together so perfectly. Young Daniel was a half-ghost. That night of Maddie's death confirmed his suspicions that the boy was truly special. After ten years of spying, hallucinating, and now watching him receive ghost powers beyond his wildest dreams, he was ready to speak of the legend, Cherubim and Seraphim.

His wings were both angel and demon again, which worried him to no end. If what would happen to Daniel was true and he was Seraphim, then either his demon wings would fully disappear, or they would remain with him permanently as a painful reminder of his heritage. His hair would begin to grow out for the first time in thousands of years. The black robes of the fallen angel would clad him with power and darkness.

Did he like it? No. Did he want it? Yes.

-Archangel-

Phantom landed in the bushes that crowded the capital and morphed, Danny Fenton trying to sneak out unnoticed. He groaned and walked into the building. His breathing suddenly caught in his throat. The interior was practically fit for a totaltarialist. The pillars held up the building, the walls practically covered with pictures of Vlad Masters. There was a sort of eerie feeling around the area as he wandered nervously into the halls. He looked around and gasped, noticing a female ghost floating in his direction. She glanced at him, her eyes narrowing. "Who are you? What do you want here?"

He swallowed. "I'm here to see Vlad Masters."

"Oh." The look of suspicion disappeared from her face. "You're the Fenton kid, huh?" A guitar was on her back, and her hair was tied up in a blue flamish ponytail.

"Yeah. Who are you?"

She smirked. "A ghost, you idiot. Name's Ember McLaine, but call me Ember. It's easier."

Danny furrowed his brow. He was too confused by the strange turn of events to morph and become Phantom. "How do you know me?"

Ember shrugged, going down the hallway. Danny followed her. "Plasmius speaks of you all the time. Apparently, from what I've heard in his rambling self, you're the only other half-ghost to exist on this planet for the past thousand years or something." She looked at him, a strange gleam in her eyes. "You've got to help us, ghost boy," she muttered out of the side of her mouth. "Plasmius has created a land where ghosts and humans are no longer aloud to live in harmony, and that means I can't play my music in Amity Park without getting beaten by the old man."

He blinked. "What are you talking about?"

"There's a prophecy that one day, a ghostly creature of angelic background would come and help the city and Ghost Zone be saved from the angel Cherubim. No one knows when that could happen, but sill, we keep hope that that day will come." She rolled her eyes. "Damn, I don't even know who the guy is."

"So ghosts are good…"

Ember snorted. "From a certain point of view, kid. Don't get your hopes up." They finally stopped in front of a large oak door; the pop star ghost grinned. "Best of luck, Fenton. Don't piss off the old man, or your life is gonna be hell." She fazed through the wall a moment later and was gone.

Danny gulped and knocked on the door. A voice on the other side answered, "Enter."

He opened the door and walked into the room. It was a conference hall, a long table with the ability to seat fourteen people. Vlad Masters sat on the opposite end of the table. Despite being on another side of the room, Danny could see the smile from around thirty feet away. He stood up and walked over to him, shaking the teen's hand. "Danny Fenton. We meet again."

There was something about him that seemed familiar to Danny, but he couldn't quite place his finger on it. He sat on the other end of the table, as far away from Vlad as possible. He watched the billionaire sit down, a sorrowful expression on his face. "I am so sorry that your parents had dies by the hand of a monster," he told Danny mournfully. "You have my deepest sympathy and understanding for this tragedy of the greatest ghost hunter that ever lived."

Danny's face remained blank, nonplussed.

"I was wondering if you wanted to come and live with me, along with Jasmine. I mean, after all, you have no remaining relatives."

The hybrid shook his head. "No thanks."

Vlad's smile disappeared. "Say that again."

"No thanks," he repeated, a little more strongly. "I think Jazz and I will be fine by ourselves for a while. But thanks for the offer."

'Come on, Masters. Keep your cool.' He morphed his face into a smirk. "Ah, Daniel. You can be as naïve as they come. Even if your parents did die by a sadistic, murderous fiend."

Danny's eyes narrowed, his eyes flashing a soft shade of emerald green. "What do you know about my parent's deaths, Vlad?"

"Have you ever heard of the legend of Cherubim and Seraphim the Angels of Legend?"

The teenager shook his head.

"Ah. I thought not." He stroked his chin. "Well, the story goes like this.

"Cherubim and Seraphim were angels of legend, designed to keep watch over the land of Heaven City, or the City of Angels. No enemies ever attacked for fear of being destroyed by the might of the two beings themselves. However, they did have enemies. They were each other's enemies. Now, Cherubim believed he should be the only Phantom Angel of Legend, so one day, he and Seraphim fought for the land to protect. In the process, in his lust for power, he ended up becoming a Fallen Angel of Darkness. Naturally, after this fatal transformation…" Here, Vlad grimaced. "…Seraphim won, and the Fallen Angel Council cast Cherubim out of the city and onto the planet of Earth. The rest, they say, is history. Although there was a slight twist."

Danny cocked his head, waiting.

"Cherubim and Seraphim were brothers."

The boy merely blinked. What kind of scary bedtime story was Vlad trying to scare him with?

"Personally, I think Cherubim made a right decision, getting away from the angels." Vlad looked thoughtful. "Maybe he killed your parents. That'd be quite an honor. Being murdered by an angel of legend. Truly a remarkable feat. Not the best thing for you, of course…"

"I don't give a damn about what you think, Vlad!" Danny finally exploded, fists clenched. "Do you really think I care about this legend you're babbling to me about? For all I care, you can go rot in hell!"

A long silence followed this remark. The board room was very quiet. The hybrid glared at the older dictator. Vlad merely sat in his seat, dumbfounded by this outburst. Suddenly, his surprise was replaced by anger, and then fury- raging, white-hot fury. He stood up and glared at the boy. "You dare say that to me? After all I have done for you over these past few…"

"All you've done is made my life miserable!" he yelled. "So shut up about your stupid little appraisals about yourself!"

Vlad merely began to smile. "You, who know nothing…" The black ring of light appeared down him, splitting and revealing Plasmius without his angel wings. He smirked. "…understand nothing."

Danny jumped up and changed as well, Phantom appearing moments later. "Who are you?"

Plasmius casually brushed his cape. "I am Vlad Plasmius, half ghost side of Vlad Masters and mayor of this city."

The familiar feeling began to creep back as he remembered thoughts of the ectoplasm at the scene. The scent of darkness. The aura in the room… "Wait a second."

It finally clicked.

"It was you…"

Plasmius smiled.

"You killed my mom and dad…"

"Smart boy," Plasmius admitted. "Thought you could have figured it out sooner."

Phantom's mind was racing. The killer was standing right in front of him, calmly smiling as if they were talking about the weather and not the death of loved ones. Plasmius sounded casual in his mind, as if he didn't care at all that he had murdered innocent people. "Why? Why are you so…"

"Flippant?" Plasmius interrupted. "Because I know you're not much of a threat to be, dear boy. Not with your powers as they are right now. You're simply pathetic."

He clenched up and got into a fighting stance. Pathetic, was he?

Plasmius laughed at this. "Oh, how cute! The ghost teenager is going to try and fight the infinitely powerful Vlad Plasmius!"

Phantom shot a ghost ray at him. "Shut up, murderer."

Moments later, a fight ensued between the duo that Phantom immediately realized he would lose. Plasmius began to rapidly shoot ghost rays at him as he began to fly around the room to avoid them; an ecto-filled fist found his solar plexus and knocked the wind out of him as he flew through the wall. Office… culinary café… storage room… reception area… grass…

Phantom shook his head. What was that power? He wearily stood up, his knees shaking, only to be slammed back into the ground by a kick to his back. He screamed in agony as Plasmius kept all his weight on the foot that landed on the hybrid's back. "You're Seraphim, aren't you?" he whispered.

"No… idea… what you're saying!"

"You're lying!" Plasmius roared, digging the foot deeper into the half-ghost. "I know you're lying!"

Phantom shook his head pleadingly. "No!"

Hands alight with energy, Plasmius began to advance onto more of his body. "Tell me the truth!"

"Get off me!" Phantom screamed.

A flash of light suddenly burned Plasmius' eyes, causing him to step off the ten and back away. He opened his eyes, noticing the angel- long white hair, emerald green eyes, black robe-like dress, and large angel wings. He blinked, the boy suddenly replacing the angel, doubled over in pain. He slowly got up and glared at Plasmius. "You… you…"

"Enough," Plasmius snarled, firing a ghost ray at him and missing completely. "I'm done with you for now. Out of my sight!"

Phantom nodded fearfully, wasting no time and proceeding to fly away as fast as he could. Plasmius watched him and narrowed his eyes. "Seraphim," he muttered. "Your time is here. I will make you expose yourself, and I will begin tomorrow."

He morphed into Vlad Masters, who smirked. "However, some changes must be made. So first things first…"


Wow. So you know the legend now and… BROTHERS?! Oh, boy, I hope you were surprised. If you want to leave a review, please do so. I need to know how this thing can improve. Much love, friends. Thanks for reading.