Note: Well, as all bad plot-twists go, here's mine. You people do realize I make this s#! up as I go along, right? I really have no game plan for this crap. Anyway, this chapter takes place back in Nightmare, so as to check up on everyone's favorite blingin' God. Gotta know he's not happy.
Also, sorry about the delay but family crap got in the way. Plus the fair's in town and I'M NOT MISSING THE CARNIVAL FOR A FANFIC. They have teriyaki shrimp on a stick and DEMOLITION DERBIES and DAMNED if I'm missing THAT for THIS.
I AM CARZILLA! HEAR ME ROAR!! -cough-
I don't own NIGHTS. ;;;;
Chapter Ten: Bloodbath
Finally, the throes of war had calmed themselves to mere skirmishes along the outskirts of Nightmare, not worthy of Wizeman's attention. Unfortunately, the Nightmaren were losing ground fast, and the Nightopian army was threatening to win the war. The destruction was widespread.
"As the humans say... 'Every rose has its thorns.' This war was my rose, my way of finally destroying the force that opposed me... yet we lose. How? How could we lose? It was perfect!" Wizeman clenched his fists. All six of them. "It was all Reala and Jackle's doing. They were planning against me from the start, just like NiGHTS. How could I make the same mistake over and over again? I gave them too much free will. All four of them..."
Wizeman glanced out the window to see a minor skirmish taking place near the Tower. Only fifty or so Nightmaren against at least twice as many Nightopians. Wizeman didn't pay the numbers much attention; after all, Nightopians were so small. So weak.
"Yes... even Selph... so loyal to me, yet it was his own choice that gave him that loyalty. He could have run off with the others, yet he chose to stay with me and was killed for his efforts... He was weak and gullible. So weak..." Wizeman was alerted when a puff of purple smoke exploded at his feet. He looked down and one of his officers stood.
"Step up and speak now, then leave my presence..." Wizeman ordered simply.
The officer bowed in respect. "Sir, we have word that Thorad's Comet will pass this area in less than two weeks."
"Blasted comet. In that time, tell all troops to fall back and order a temporary cease-fire until the comet passes. It makes both Nightmaren and Nightopians weak and unable to battle."
"Yes, sir!" And with that, the soldier was gone.
Wizeman glanced back out the window again.
"Damn you, comet, and your mystical abilities. Will you merely cause my soldiers to falter? Or will you bring wayward sons home again?"
He sighed. Then he growled.
"Damn you, Reala! Damn you Jackle! Damn you NiGHTS! I don't know where you are, but I'll destroy you all the same! You leave me in the midst of war, betray me for each other of all people, you blaspheme my name in the name of peace? I have no sons..."
Wizeman glanced out his window.
"I am a God, and yet I made a foolish mistake..." Wizeman slumped in defeat. "Perhaps... perhaps they were... right? Perhaps this war is foolish...Grrrr-- NO! This war is perfect! They will not stop me, and neither will the Nightopians!" Wizeman stood from his throne to see to the defeat of his opposers personally.