LORD PALETHORN [DARK PATH]

"Oh, how bloody joyful. Y'killed my two servants. How tragic, how… Achingly predictable!" Palethorn laughed a little, trying to hide his annoyance. "Thankfully, while y'were dawdlin' about with 'em, I actually managed t'decipher this page, and…"

Palethorn looked down from his aircraft at Sir Daniel, and his eyes widened. "… Black knight's armor… The Blood Chalices… Tha' murderous intent…!" He gulped, smirking. "W-w-well now! Wha' a twist! Ya… Abadoned the professor, tha' small ghost, and everyone else, huh?" Daniel had a dead look in him, almost seeming motionless.

"Y'mean t'say tha' right now… Before me, is—" Palethorn got a reply finally, a zap to his aircraft from the ray-gun, which made the ship unable to lift off from short-circuiting. "Aye! Y'bloody traitor…! Alright then, y'demon, I'm the one with the page and spell-book, so y'gotta obey me!" Sir Daniel ignored him, taking out the magic sword now.

The shadow that was sitting in the throne stirred, revealing her horrible form. "Right, new plan… Queen-zilla! Let's show this cretin what happens when y'defy Lord Palethorn of Shoreditch!" Raising his cane-stick as the monstrous queen lunged at Daniel, the final battle started…

Daniel started by cutting the boils on Queen-zilla's arms and dodging Palethorn's magic. The lightning spells and swings of the queen's arms were quite the challenge, but that small boost in attack from his black armor gave a slight advantage to Sir Daniel. Once Queen-zilla's right arm went limp and was completely drained, Palethorn stepped himself up in retaliation.

Knowing that dark magic would be useless against Sir Daniel wearing that armor, he instead shot giant fireballs, notably much more powerful than the ones Mander used. "Y'don't stand a chance against us! Just submit already, y'demon! Ya were summoned t'obey only the one with the book in hand!"

Once the pores on Queen-zilla's left arm were done with too, Palethorn grunted in frustration and slight fear, before firing ice magic from the cane-stick this time. "Why don't y'just… Cool off?!"

…

Jokes? At a time like this?

Sir Daniel wasn't going to forgive that now, whether it was an intended pun or not. Especially now that Palethorn was constantly making himself vulnerable each time Queen-zilla had to recover from her arms being drained of liquids. Running up to him right now would have been suicide, since Palethorn could easily freeze Sir Daniel if he got too close… Thankfully, this is what the ray-gun was for. Long-distance firing. "Blast it! Y'don't give up at all!" Palethorn paused, as Queen-zilla finally got up again.

A single, glowing pore was on her face, and ready to be cut. She let out an ear-piercing yell upon the stab. She flailed around, before turning more humane-looking and collapsing. Sir Daniel ignored her, and turned his attention back to Palethorn.

He was panicking. Never before had he been cornered, and of all things… A relentless killer was the one doing it.

"Queen-zilla, done for?!… N-no matter! I'll take care of ya then!" Unleashing multiple, giant bolts of lightning and fireballs at the same time, followed up with ice, Sir Daniel had to be extra careful to not get hit, or it would surely mean losing an entire life bottle.

It seemed that using all of that magic wore Palethorn out, or made him unable to see what was going on, as he spent a couple of seconds examining the area around him…

And was met with Daniel dashing over to him, slashing at Palethorn with the magic sword. He fell over finally, seemingly wounded quite a bit from the brawl. "No… I still got this!… I can turn this in my favor!" Palethorn heaved, reaching for the spell-book that was knocked away from him.

Sir Daniel picked it up himself, and just stared down at Palethorn. "H-hey now… Dan, mate! We can work this out!… Or should I say, uh, Soul Demon! We got the same goal in mind… World domination, a lil' respect. I can—"

"No." Daniel replied. "You want to use us… We, want the world plunged… You are in the way, sorcerer. You were not even the one to bring me in this world, and neither was Zarok…"

Palethorn's eyes widened one last time at the sight of the sword coming down. "NOOOOO!"

DARK ENDING

Stealing the spell-book and the last page from Palethorn, Sir Daniel exited the parliament, which was now flooded with Shadow Demons destroying the place. He could feel himself pumping, filled with dark power.

The screen panned up to the sky, which became a mix of dark colors. London was in chaos. Fires from buildings, demons cackling, the remaining zombies unmoving and killed off.

"That old professor and the spiv had ran off… But I will catch up to them soon."

A demon, shrouded in darkness now stood on top of the clock tower, looking at the screen…

Looking at you…

"I have you to thank, for letting me use Sir Daniel's body as my own, personal puppet. I am free. All those idiotic wastes of life we hold no value for… They're out of the way, and the world will be ours… First thing though, once my people all catch up to any mortal still standing… Is some unfinished business." The demon then vanished into smoke, which was emitting from Daniel's armor. "Let us mess with time, and bend history into our shape!"

Holding the key to the time machine, Sir Daniel backtracked all the way to the sewers, and then the ruins where it was kept.

Daniel activated the time machine, somehow the demon using him being able to pilot it himself. He then traveled, far, far back…

To about over three-hundred years ago…

Zarok stood there, reading his spell-book as a portal opened up behind him. He raised his head, looking at the strange, unfamiliar machine.

"What in the world is that ridiculous craft…? Oh great, Fortyskew!" He sneered. "How did your pathetic corpse get here? Much less, how are you walking?… W-wait…" Zarok stopped, and drew back. "That armor… W-what's with that look?"

Sir Daniel's remaining eye glimmered, as his shadow loomed over the wizard. "Hello, Zarok… I see you've been keeping us all sealed and under your control… Times have changed… And I am the one changing them."

Zarok gulped, clutching onto his pitchfork. "W-what are you… S-stay back! Forty, darling, w-what is the meaning of this?!"

"Fortesque isn't here…" The realization hit Zarok immediately at those words. He screamed in terror, before his life was cut off entirely.

The universe and all of time now belonged to the Soul Demon…

"Thank you for playing, I will see you again…"

((And that's the end of the dark path!

Like Hamis, Palethorn boosts up in difficulty, but to a less dramatic extent.

You weren't even playing as Sir Daniel in this route… You were playing the villain, the whole time. Gee, who would have guessed? /sarcasm

Sorry this is kind of short. There's not much left to do here. It will be made up for in the "True Ending", where tons will go on… Which is prone to only taking up about 1-2 chapters. Until then, small break time, once again!))