A/N-Okay, I have to say that the last chapter was not my best work. Hopefully it will be better from here on in. And I should say thanks to any who read this story, and especially to my reviewers. Well, onto Chapter 11-Beckoning Evil


Chapter 11-Beckoning Evil

"So where the hell are you taking me?" Pitch questioned Lynx, who seemingly ignored him. Pitch then shrugged and looked out over the side of the boat t the endless expanse of ocean. Lynx had taken Pitch away from Hermits Hideaway a few days prior; right after Pitch had decided that he would give up everything in order to destroy Dark Pitch. "Okay, I don't really care." Pitch said realizing that Lynx wasn't going to say anything.

"Good, because I don't really know. But we couldn't stay at Hermits Hideaway if you want to reawaken the darkness within you." Lynx said flatly, "But first we have to make a short stop at Guldove to resupply. And you need to get a weapon."

"What for?" Pitch said scoffing at the idea of getting a new halberd.

"Do you intend to fight Dark Pitch bare handed? I thought you were brave, but that's just stupid." Lynx said as he continued to row the boat forward.

"I intend to get back the Noctem Aeternus. Once I've released my inner darkness, I'm sure that it will recognize me again. It will remember that I am its true wielder." Pitch said, his anger building as he thought of his weapon betraying him.

"Well, this is a temporary weapon until you get yours back." Lynx said as he rowed the boat up to the dock at Guldove, Pitch not even noticing that they had arrived. "Be back here in two hours. I'll get supplies, you get a weapon and try to stay out of trouble."

Pitch leapt out of the boat and looked around. It was a small town set out in the middle of the sea. Pitch remembered being there once already, and now Pitch was once again in Guldove, and once again he was badly wounded. But thankfully this time, he was out of life threatening territory. Pitch considered visiting Doc, but didn't want to frighten the man, seeing how injured he was, and then having to relate the story about his darker self, not sure that anyone would believe him anyway. Pitch wandered towards the weapon shop on the dock, and glanced over the weapons that were for sale. There were all fine weapons, but in his eyes they were all inferior to the only weapon he had ever used.

"See anything that ye might be interested in m'boy?" said the old man who was running the weapon stand. "These are all high quality weapons made by the greatest weapon smith in Termina."

"Really, that explains some of these prices." Pitch said as he glanced at the high price on some of the halberds, and he kept the Weapon smith in mind, knowing that a man who could forge such fine weapons could be useful in the future. Pitch then settled on a halberd, similar in weight and design to the Noctem Aeternus, except that this one was heavier, and a slightly longer spearhead at the top. "I'll take this one, its close enough to my original weapon." Pitch muttered. And before the weapon seller could even mention the price Pitch set his whole money pouch on the counter, and walked off, "Keep the change."

Pitch still had more than enough time to explore the town, so he began wandering aimlessly, not that there was much of a choice on where to go. Pitch wasn't much for meeting people at the current moment, but he figured that waiting somewhere for the time to pass was better than wandering aimlessly around for two hours. He slowly and quietly entered the bar, sitting down on a seat close to the wall, hoping that he wouldn't be noticed. But then someone sitting a few seats down glanced over at him. "What'cha doing here without your girl?"

Pitch then turned to see who had spoken to him, and saw Korcha, the young ferryman. "I asked you a question. Why don'cha give me an answer?"

"None of your business. I suggest you not pry any further, chicken hawk, or else I will be forced to hurt you." Pitch said glaring at the young man, who leapt to his feet at the chicken hawk comment.

"That's it! I've had it with being called that. Ever since that trip to Marbule, my sister calls me that every chance she gets. I'm gonna put an end to it." He said raising his fists, and Pitch turned back to the bar ignoring the boy.

"Korcha! What'cha doin in here! You've got chores to do, so get home and do them!" said a loud womans voice from the doorway, and Korcha could be heard running off without so much as a peep. "Sorry about that, stranger. He has a bad temper sometimes. But that chicken hawk comment does drive him up the wall." Pitch tu8nred and saw the woman, and politely nodded.

"I wasn't going to pay his threats any mind. He wouldn't have been able to touch me anyway." Pitch said calmly. "My name is Pitch Black."

"Macha. And dear boy, you look like you've been through a lot. When was the last time you had a good home cooked meal?" She asked, her maternal instincts kicking in.

"I'm not sure exactly, some days at least." Pitch said, "And I should be getting back to the boat though. I don't want my friend to get worried about me if he's already back at the boat."

"Oh, come now, Have your friend come along as well." Macha said, in a truly motherly tone, "I'll not see a young man, such as yourself, going without a good meal."

"Really I'll be fine, besides me and lynx were in a bit of a hurry." Pitch said and the bar went dead silent.

"Did'cha just say Lynx?" Asked the man behind the bar. He was a large man, and Pitch didn't like the look of the knives hanging from his belt.

"So what if I did?" Pitch said gripping the shaft of his new halberd tightly. "I thought people were supposed to be forgiving. I understand that he caused some major hell, but that doesn't mean he's still the same."

"Still, anywhere you go in El Nido, people won't take too kindly to him. Why don'cha just find him and leave quickly." Said Macha, who was trying to usher him out the door. "If you care anything about your safety or that of Lynx, if he is truly a friend, then you best be leaving here quickly."

"Good, because we are leaving." Said a voice from the upper platform. Lynx deftly leapt down landing at Pitch's side, "I have our supplies, so we should be going. I finally decided where to go. I only hope we can get there safely." Lynx said as he grabbed Pitchs arm and pulled him quickly towards the dock.

"I don't see why you're in such a hurry. It's not like Dark Pitch is going to do something stupid this soon after, our fight." Said pitch as they got in the boat.

"I wish to avoid any trouble here, so I want to get us out of here fast, and I believe he will be trying something sooner than you think. It is not an aspect of evil to be patient." Lynx said as he pushed away from the dock, and quickly rowed the boat out into the open waters.

"Where the hell are we going? I want to be able to fight again as soon as possible." Pitch said calmly as he looked out over the sea.

"First I must tell you, that like everything in life, you must be willing to lose something in order to gain something. Something you value greatly must be sacrificed in order to regain your shadow abilities."

"And I've told you, I'm willing to travel through Hell, if it will help me be able to fight Dark Pitch."

"Don't be foolish and give up something that you may regret losing. We are going to the Isle of the Damned." Lynx said as he continued rowing, pushing the boat forward. "It is a place permeated by darkness, so it should do well to help draw out your inner darkness."

Lynx then went silent and Pitch continued to stare out at the ocean. He wasn't sure how long he was like that before sleep claimed him. He awoke just as the boat was nearing the shore of the dark island. Pitch glanced towards the cave and frowned. The ground was covered with the crushed bones of countless creatures, and quite a few foolish adventurers as well.

"I cannot go any further with you Pitch. You have to go this portion on the trip alone. You'll know where to go, you will be drawn there." Lynx said before he sat down on the edge of the boat.

Pitch calmly walked forward into the heart of the island, the cave, seemingly calling to Pitch. He had felt it the first time he visited the island with Lynx and Harle, but he had not said anything. Now, though, Pitch could not help but let the calling pull him deep into the cave. Pitch let himself get drawn in, not knowing where he was being taken, he lost all sense of where he was going, and then suddenly the pulling stopped and Pitch regained his senses. He was at a passageway; Pitch could see the sunset past the ledge on the other side. Pitch knew that this was where he was meant to be, but he was torn in two directions. Did he really want to give up something to gain back his darkness, what he had tried so hard to deny? "I shall not let myself be held back." Pitch said as he stepped through the passageway to the outside ledge. Pitch felt that a great evil had once resided there, and though it was gone, the stain of evil remained, forever tainting the area with a sense of death. Pitch looked at the sunset but was unsure of what was going to happen, or how to unleash his darkness that had drawn him this far. Then without warning, Pitch fell to the ground unconscious.


"Where am I?" Pitch said as he awoke in an endless black void. He couldn't move his body, and was unable to even look around, but Pitch knew that this was necessary if he was going to destroy Dark Pitch.

Why have you come Pitch Black? Why do you seek refuge in the darkness that you denied in your heart for so long? said a voice from the darkness speaking into Pitchs mind.

"I seek strength. I need my darkness back. I need once more to be a shadow." Pitch responded to the void.

You deny darkness only to embrace it when it suits you? You must truly be willing to give up something great if you are willing to risk your life with such an endeavor? Said the voice, calmly questioning Pitch.

Pitch remained silent for a long time, thinking, and then he decided and he spoke to the darkness, telling what he was willing to forsake in the name of power.

You would truly forsake such a thing for power? Very well, but first you must undergo the trials to fully be prepared to give up such a thing for power. The voice said firmly.

Pitch was suddenly back no Marbule, or so it seemed. It was the trial, but pitch was unsure of what was going to happen. The he saw Serge, Leena and Kid walking towards him.

"Pitch, we know what happened. We're sorry for what we did, we really didn't know." Said Serge softly.

"Now come on mate, lets not hold a grudge. I forgave Serge here for stabbin' me with me own knife. I'm sure you can forgive us." Said Kid, giving a weak smile.

"What we're saying Pitch, is, can we still be friends after what happened?" said Leena quietly, looking to Pitch with pleading eyes.

"What do I need with friendship?" Pitch said before swinging his halberd out in a wide arc. The three disappeared as the blade passed through them. Pitch remained calm and collected, ready for whatever else was going to face him.

"Ready to give it all up, I see." Said Dark Pitch, who had appeared behind him. "Giving up everything to kill me? Even your former life? That is a bold move, but are you sure can give up the chance to try and return to it later?"

"When life is no longer worth living, why does a life to return to matter?" Said Pitch as he moved with inhuman speed, behind Dark Pitch, and brought his halberd down in a vertical strike, passing through Dark Pitch as he disappeared.

"Friendship, hope, what else need I forsake to fulfill my task?" Pitch muttered, knowing full well, what he was giving up, and wanting to finish his task there to find Dark Pitch and kill him.

"Pitch?" Said an all too familiar voice behind Pitch. He turned abruptly and there was Harle. "Pitch, I knew zat you would return. I am sorry zat I could not tell you apart from ze imposter. Please come back Pitch, you are ze man zat I love." She said as she threw her arms around him.

"Love?" he said softly, "Do I desire love?" Pitch questioned as his hold on his halberd weakened. He looked at Harles face and his resolve hardened. "What is love, except betrayal by a sweeter name?" he said as he pushed back Harle, and without a seconds hesitation he swung out his halberd, the hook sinking deep into Harles stomach. "I have no need for love." He said to Harle who stared at him in horror and pain before disappearing, "I need nothing."

So, you will truly forsake everything you have? Friendship? Hope? And even love? Very well, you shall gain darkness in your soul that rivals the darkest of nights, neither lit by the stars nor the moon. The voice said calmly.

Pitch nodded, and he was back in the void. Suddenly he felt a power rush through his body. Strength like he had never felt before. It surged through him, but he felt the malevolence that flowed within it as well. But that feeling comforted him. True darkness flowing through his entire being. But the pleasure was short lived.

Now you must pay the price for power. Give unto us what you wish to forsake. said the voice, full of malice.

Pitch was suddenly assaulted by unspeakable pain. His body felt like it was being ripped apart, his blood was boiling. Pitch screamed in agony, and he knew that his pain was only beginning.


"It's been too long. I knew it was too risky. Shadows are devious beings to bargain with. They may have killed him." Lynx said as he considered entering into the cave, but then he breathed a deep sigh of relief as Pitch came out. "For a second I thought you had died. So I guess we should…"

"Death shall appear on wings of black, wielding a weapon," Pitch said coldly as he raised his halberd, "named Despair." Pitch then held out his right hand and he dropped a small object to the ground before being surrounded by darkness, and instantly disappearing without a trace.

Lynx walked over and picked up the object; a small white sphere and horror gripped him. "Dear Lord Pitch how could you? I understand you're in pain, but why? Why would you forsake your very soul?"


A/N-Okay, this was a hard chapter to write, and probably rather difficult to understand. Just to clarify, the "speaking" in italics was the voice of darkness, speaking directly into Pitchs mind. The other characters were only mental images as a trial to see how far Pitch would really go. And Pitch now refers to his halberd as Despair. Hope this chapter wasn't too slow, but there will be plenty of action next chapter. Chapter 12: The Return of Darkness