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I have re-written the last part of this chapter to make it (hopefully) make more sense. For those of you who have already read this chapter, I hope you come back and re-read the ending. That way you know what's going on as there is more going on now. I have an ending in mind, and it begins.

Hey guys, here's the next chapter! I know it has literally been forever, and I personally thank every single one of you awesome people for sticking with this story and with me! I hope this chapter isn't a disappointment to you, but I guess there only one way to find out…I now present to you:

Chapter 20: So It Begins

Recap:

"I guess I don't have as much power as I thought" She whispered weakly. Lilly's eyes stared down at her with sadness, her eyes the color of pain and anguish. Her thumb gently stroked Zianna's face as tears fell onto her cheeks.

"I'm so sorry Zianna." She whispered in a cracked voice. Her heart was once again breaking over the death of a daughter.

"It's okay mom. You were right." Zianna replied quietly, then winced in pain for the first time. "I just wanted to make you proud." She managed to pant out. All light was suddenly so bright that the shadow of Lilly's figure was barely recognizable, and her body was growing cold and heavy. Her eyelids dropped lowly, then fluttered back open. She was so tired.

"I have always been proud of you." Lilly replied with a voice thickly laced with emotion. She could see Zianna's eyes coming in and out of focus, and knew her time left with her was short.

"I love you." Zianna whispered as the shadows took over her vision and her body drifted away from her. Her eyelids fell heavily against her skin and she could feel her heart slowing down.

Thump. Thump..Thump…

"I love you too." Lilly whispered back, her tears falling onto Zianna's pale cheeks. Bending down slowly she gently kissed her cold forehead.

Thump….Thump…

…

"Goodbye."

Present:

Jason sat quietly at the long dining room table, his eyes closed gently shut as he meditated. Chaizein stood behind him just outside the doorframe leading from the main sitting area into the kitchen. He and Jason had been staying in his true home just outside the sealed gate of the Shadow Realm. When the king had come to collect his daughter he had sealed the gate into his kingdom behind him. Chaizein himself had only been in the shadow realm one, and that was only the first layer of the demonic nation. He had to admit that while Jason was a powerful, clean cut man, Chaizein could not say the same for his kingdom. What his subjects lacked in humanity they made up in sheer, pshycotic power. It had occurred to Chaizein on more than one occasion that he was dealing with something entirely too large for him to beat if things somehow went astray from the plan. However, in such instances that these thoughts came to the calm man's mind he would simply reprimand himself and move onto more practical matters. Like the matter he was contemplating while he stood in his spot. He pulled himself away from his thoughts though as Jason quickly opened his eyes. Their sinister green hue shone dangerously in the fading light. The sight sent shivered of fear down Chaizein's spine, and his power spiked in response. Something critical in importance had just happened, and it terrified him.

"So it finally begins." Jason spoke with a small, charming smile. His voice was barely a whisper yet it still rang out in the air like a crystal bell being struck. "The Demon has been released."

Chaizein inhaled sharply and choked on the large breath. Trying to speak in a calm, controlled voice he internally upbraided himself for his quivering voice.

"Y-you don't mean that Zianna….she can't be…" He stammered weakly. He had never liked the woman. In fact he hated her with a burning passion. But now things were different. He had never anticipated the pathetic group of mages trying to protect Lucy would ever pose as such a powerful force. Of course he had never forgotten about them, but until now he had simply considered them as nothing more than an annoyance. Now that one of them had taken down one of Jason's elite things had changed, and Chaizein could feel the shift of power. The game was suddenly much more real and the possibility that they would fail was crossing the tattooed man's mind frantically. "I-I thought she was crushed in the mansion after Fluso was defeated." He added after a slight pause. Jason didn't turn to face him, yet Chaizein could feel his cold eyes preying upon him.

"Chaizein, have you ever heard of the term 'survival of the fittest?" Jason suddenly asked, his voice low and cold.

"Yes my Lord." Came Chaizein's short reply. He kept his voice smooth and controlled but his mind raced as he tried to figure out what point Jason was trying to make. However the older man did not voice his concerns for he knew better than to question the dark man in front of him.

"Good." Jason smiled through pearly white teeth. "Then you understand what happens to those who are not fit for the task at hand, correct?" He continued to question at a leisurely pace.

"They are disposed of. Those who cannot withstand the challenges they are presented with are eliminated either by nature or by cause." Chaizein replied just as smoothly as before. It sounded as if he was reciting his own name, and that very fact somewhat bothered him. However Chaizein was a very serious man who always knew where and when the pieces were going to fall. He always knew how to win the game.

"Indeed. Well, think of it this way. Fluso, as you know, was the least suited to this task force and mission, so therefor it only makes sense he perished first. Zianna has now fulfilled her role, damaging herself along the way might I add, so she was unfit to continue in this game of chess." Jason lectured calmly. When he finished he pushed his chair out from the table and stood so Chaizein could see his suited back and dress shoes. "Now, here is my final question for you my dear friend." The Fairy Prince began as he turned to face Chaizein. His bright green eyes seemed to pulsate as they burned into the older man's head. They flickered with such intensity it was as if there was real demonic fire within him raging to break free from feeble chains. A bitter shiver snacked through Chaizein's body as he began to sense the suffocating intensity of Jason's magic pressure fill the room. It was if a giant snake were slithering all around the two of them as they stood there motionless, hissing, waiting for orders to kill.

"If you were to somehow lose your own checkered space, what do you believe would be your fate?"

The last sentence were merely a whisper, but it was like a thundering storm to the frightened mans' ear's. It was as if he were choking on that very sentence, the words slicing his throat and chest as they ripped through his wise mind. His heart beat drummed wildly against his rib cage and he could practically here is age as his bones creaked against the throbs. All his faults suddenly rushed to his mind and they began to torment him like never before. His thinning hair once rich and raven now reduced to nothing more than ghostly remnants of what it once was. His time kissed skin hanging in loose wrinkles that framed his tired, lifeless eyes and thin, scarred mouth. Beneath the weight of his rather frail torso his legs strained to recapture the strength they once knew back when he was but only twenty. With each vile, ruthless though Chaizein's breaths grew quicker and uneven until he felt his head swim due to lack of oxygen. Gasping violently Jason watched with observant eyes as the older man broke his composition and fell back against the nearest wall, his trembling hand clutching at his sagging throat in a desperate attempt to relieve the deathly grip the dark prince had on him. However Jason did not falter as his magical energy spiked to an even higher level than before. Around him the beautiful mansion began to quiver as it strained to control the power emitting off of him. Splinters of polished black would fell around him and the extravagant chandelier hanging above the ceiling swung like a wild creature seeking freedom.

Beneath his expensive dress shoes the crimson tiled floors made sharp screams of pain as cracks ran through them much like patterns of fallen raindrops upon a glass window in a stormy night. Chaizein, still gasping, was staring wide eyed at Jason. However the gaze was retuned with nothing more than a cool glance before Jason slowly twisted back to facing the large table that was now nothing more than a sea of splinters.

"Do I make myself clear, Chaizein?" His icy voice asked in the same brutal conversational tone like before. Around him the house began to pulsate a sickening display of black and purple light. It engulfed Jason's undeniable presence and as it did so the powerful man's body began to contort in ways painful to simply watch. While Chaizein choked for a final time, a stamp marking what was surly his death, before air suddenly found its way back into his lungs. However the wise man's focus was captivated by the truly appalling sight before him. A thick black shadow cloaked his quivering body as two thick, black wings flung out behind Jason's tall figure. Claws stained with crimson of the sweetest blood protruded from the prince's blood thirsty hands, and a set of sterling ivory fangs rested lightly on his lower lip. A thin, long tail much like a snake's body uncoiled itself from his trim torso. It lashed violently at the devastated floor, lapping at the intoxicating taste of destruction. Horns obtruded at even intervals through the elegantly trimmed hair elegantly shining in the shattered light, their glow devious and frightening. Tattered shreds of Jason's well fitted suit hung limply along the dark mages true form like a life lost.

Behind Chaizein the walls abruptly stopped trembling, and a final cascading parade of devastated wood shards rained down on his head. However the earthquake churned chaotically around Jason, like a brutal beast in a frenzy to taste death and evil. Rising his arm up with definition and certainty Jason held his palm parallel to the shuddering roof. It was in that single, exact moment that time stopped. Fractured light bulbs and wooden beams fell frozen in the thick, still air. The piercing sound of silence echoed in Chaizein's mind, bouncing off the inside of his skull in a deadly game and slowly vibrating down his spine and all the way into his veins where he felt it thicken and rest. His eyes lids felt heavy and his pounding heart beat vanished into nothingness. It was this way for nothing more than half a second, but it felt like an hour to the old man.

Then as suddenly as it was still an ear splitting scream sliced through time, and an impossibly bright flash of darkness filled the house. Finally the mansion had reached its limits as it devoured itself in thick heaps each the size of a miniscule mountain. Dashing to his feet Chaizein had just enough energy to launch himself in the room behind him where all had miraculously remained still. Biting back the intoxicating buzz of adrenaline surging through his body he watched in both awe and horror as the dining room vanished into ashes. Jason was on his way.

The guild vibrated with anticipation and determination as each powerful mage assembled in its wooden arms. Makarov stood stiffly on the bar alone, watching his children prepare to stop the end of the world. Three days after Laxus and Mira had returned with Wendy's corpse the guild began preparations to find Lucy and the rest of their comrades. Seeing as virtually the best were out there with the precious blond, and considering her own intense power, Makarov was confident they could handle any trouble that could have possible come their way. However he still wanted to rally his forced and catch up to them before the real war began. Even though he had explained the immense danger to the guild and had given them countless warnings about Jason's power he couldn't help but feel as if most of them didn't truly understand the full capacity of his unease. But then again how could they? If all you knew your entire life was the sweet, subtle flavors of apples, pears, and bananas then how could you possibly hope to understand the bold and acidic flavors of an orange, or of a lemon? There is one answer.

You couldn't.

"Master Makarov, things are well under way and we should be able to mobilize our people within one or two days. Lamia Scale, Quatro Cerberus, and Blue Pegasus have each received out letter and are ready to go. Their just waiting on our orders." Mira updated to the guild masters left. Jerking slightly he inhaled sharply as snapped his head to the side. Focusing on the woman in front of him he couldn't help but feel sadness claw at his heart. Before him Mira stood proudly, arms folded loosely over her chest and hip popped out slightly. Her silver hair hung rigidly at her jaw, each silver strand breaming brightly under the shining lights of the guild hall. Her sweet dress was replaced with a thick, long pair of jeans, a long sleeved, melon colored shirt, and a durable beige jacket fitting closely to her petite form. It was her eyes that pained the old man so much though. The once liquid sweet warmth that once protruded from their motherly irises was now locked away in cage of fear and anger. Once Makarov had finished his speech when she and Laxus returned home the demon mage disappeared into her house for that night and the entirety of the next day. Of course everyone was worried about her, but of course they certainly knew that everyone needs time to grieve in their own personal way. Some like to consult in friends and family while others completely remove themselves from society.

When the day had past and night came the guild was in full throttle. The request board was bare of a single tack, and Levy was locked away in her home, feverishly working to contacting each mage who was away on a mission, reporting the situation and of the necessity that they return home. Laxus and Gajeel were both leading separate teams in charge of evacuating the kingdom and taking them to the multitude of safe houses burrowed deep within the dense forest floor and thick mountain ranges. When the two teams left Makarov instructed them to take every living thing with them. Pets, exotic house plants, and especially magical items included. Jason spread an incurable disease of infection and darkness wherever his gaze fell. As soon as they left Makarov instructed one third of the remaining half of people to shut down and block the rail ways. No one was allowed into the kingdom at a time like this, but more importantly Makarov hoped that by shutting things down the surrounding towns and cities would become aware that something wicked was happening in the world.

Once that small group of people left the guild master marshaled another group of equivalent size to spread the word to their fellow guilds. It was at this time Mira had joined back with the group, her rigid haircut and change of style falling off the charts in all the chaos. Undoubtedly nearly everyone noticed her new character, even the thickest of characters couldn't be blind to such a dramatic change as this one, but no one questioned it in all the chaos. Everyone but Makarov that is.

He wasn't as bold to say anything publically, but he did comment on her new appearance in a somewhat more private setting when the young woman had come to him, demanding a way to help out with the preparations. It was then that he simply stated he notice her transformation. As soon as the words had left his wrinkled lips Mira's back straightened and her arms and legs drew tense with anxious energy. The two had shared a brief, but substantial conversation as they locked eyes. However, instead of the soft irises he had grown accustomed to the old man found nothing more but guarded walls protecting her soul. With a sigh of defeat he had simply nodded, explained the necessity that each gild throw in their support, and sent her on her way as the leader of the expedition. Within the same hour Mira and five more guild members on their way to Lamia Scale. By usual methods of traveling the journey would take two days. However, seeing as time was now the new currency of the world Makarov had transported them right outside the guilds' sea green tinted gates through a magic circle placed on the wall. Teleportation is not something to trifle with as it can lead to life threatening injuries, and most likely oblivion, if done incorrectly. However, seeing as Makarov had perfected the technique many years ago the wise man made an exception, and felt his eyelids droop with the ache of sleep as a reward. That was another thing about teleportation, it took an immense amount of magical energy. Energy that one may need at any second whilst in a war.

However, even though his fatigue ate at him like a disease the guild master pressed on with the final third of guild members who had remained home. These were the people who rarely went on missions, didn't train much, and weren't particularly ready to engage in the most dangerous game this world had ever known. So, in an attempt to ease their discomfort and rising fear he instructed them to go through the kingdom and collect every magical weapon they could scrounge up. Houses, shops, and sheds were all targets of the broad sweep. It wasn't the fact that the guild was in need in weapons. In fact, it was quite the opposite. Each guild member had their form of magic, and preferred tool to perform with, leaving no need for a sudden mass of weapons. No. Makarov was more concerned with keeping those weapons out of Jason's hands. Surly he had armies or devilish pixies and evil, deformed monsters even the darkest corners of ones sickened imagination could never fathom, and Makarov didn't want to give them any opportunities to gain even more power.

As the guild doors slammed closed on the bare room Makarov has immediately passed out in his office, his dreams plagued with intricate strategies or war. Monsters haunted the shadows casted by the waxing moon.

Now as he stared at Mira, his dreams flashed in front of his eyes, and his vision was assaulted with vicious fangs, bloody claws, and golden light emitting from fallen stands of star colored hair. Shooing the haunting images away, he continued to look at Mira as his head bobbed up and down in content.

"Good. Message them though letter that we shall be heading out to find Lucy and the team soon. First we are going to send out an elite pair of trackers who know each of them very well, to the point that they are basically family." He stated with authority. Mira nodded swiftly and turned to rejoin the masses in preparing herself for battle. However, her heal caught in the warn floor boards with a small creak, her hair swaying slightly around her face. Turning her neck so she once again faced the old man, her eyes shone with curiosity.

"If you don't mind me asking, who is this pair of 'elite trackers'?" She asked, her voice holding a mocking hint of its old sweetness. It was now that for the first time in three months that Makarov let loose a hearty lough that was absorbed into the hall, as if the room was starving for amusements and joy.

"Trust me, they'll get the job done! Now if you'll excuse me, they're in my office right now, waiting for me to give them the news!"" He replied with his wrinkly smile, the laugh lines etched permanently into his leathery skin. Mira just stared at his a moment longer, confusion written in her gaze as clearly as words are on pages of thick, healthy paper.

"But sir, isn't Ha-" She began to form her question before Makarov cut her off with a childish shushing noise. Smiling even wider now, he gave her a playful wink before he hopped onto a stool, and then climbed to the floor. With a small, carefree wave he turned his back to the still confused mage as he headed towards his office. Mira watched him with confused eye, her question burning her tongue as it rested in her throat. With a thick swallow, she shook her head and gave a tentative smile before she hurried back to the table she shared with Levy. Magical items, cloths, and other assorted items were strewn across it as the bluenet examined each object carefully, an empty shoulder bag hanging hungrily at her hip. Mira approached said girl, her mind still buzzing with curiosity and a tingling feeling of…happiness.

Makarov was still chuckling when he reached the blue door leading into his office. Grasping the brass knob that was in desperate need of polishing, he gave it a quick turn and darted inside in a single fluid motion. Flicking the light on, he turned to face his desk. The sight that met his gaze was not what he expected though.

"But Carla! I just wanted to touch it!" Happy cried out as alligator tears rolled down his blue fur, his nose an unattractive stream of snot. He was clutching at his head where a noticeable bump was forming, his paws working to message out the stinging sensation. Beside the little blue cat stood Carla, a ruler clutched tightly in her right paw and her left place firmly on her hip as she glared at Happy.

"You fool, do you even know what that thing is called?!" She demanded in her lecturing tone. Instantly Happy stopped crying as he pondered his question. He finally replied with a wide smile.

"I know! It's a thingymajigger!" He proclaimed, clearly happy with himself.

WHACK!

"Stupid male cat..." Carla grumbled as her ruler bounced off of Happy's head for the second time that day.

"Carla!" Said blue cat whined once more as tears began falling in thick sheets again. Shaking himself out of his stupor, Makarov tried to contain his sudden feeling that maybe this wasn't the best idea. Moving forward with deliberate steps he smiled at the two cats who were now bickering back and forth. Or, well, Carla was really scolding Happy while he blubbered out a childish response that only seemed to make her angrier.

"Thank you for meeting me here." Makarov spoke as he climbed up on his plush seat behind his desk. The two cats suddenly fell silent as they started at him as if they had just noticed his presence. Flying into the seats across from the desk instantly, Carla say with her back straight as a board, the ruler peeking out from behind her head as she tried to conceal it from view. Happy laid on his back, arms and legs sprawled out over the piece of furniture like waves do a shore.

"Of course. Why did you want to talk to us though, master?" Carla replied in her elegant voice, her manners never failing. Makarov continued to smile as he forced his words to pass between his lips.

"I want you two to fins Lucy and the team, and report back to me when you know where we can catch up with them."

Happy instantly sat up, ears perked with interest and eyes wide with shock.

"Do you mean it?" He finally asked in a hushed, disbelieving whisper. Carla didn't say anything. She just stared at the old man with wide, round eyes and quivering paws. Knowing he had their full attention, Makarov quickly continued on with the specifics of his plan.

"Of course! You two know them all better than anyone else in this entire guild, and you two are the quickest way to find them and then come home." He continued with a small pause to allow for any questions. He was only met with silence as the two listened intently. Deciding to move forward, Makarov began speaking again. "People say they last saw Lucy in Luck Town. There have been unexplainable spikes in magical energy in the woods up there, and I think if you follow the traces of magical energy you will find them. But be warned, there are-" He was suddenly cut of as a blur of white and blue darted out his suddenly open door which was shortly followed by the thundering boom of the guild doors closing. He sat there is shock for a few seconds, then let out a heavy sigh.

"I hope you two are ready for what you might find…" He worried to himself, the monstrous image flooding his mind again. Shaking his head sadly, he gazed out into the hall and mindlessly watched the guild prepare for war. "I hope you all are."

Jason's shadow engulfed Ziana's limp corpse as he landed onto the ground with disturbing silence. Her seductive tones were washed away with placid stillness that only those who lack a heartbeat possess. Dark stains of hair spilled endlessly across the crimson tinged grass that eagerly sucked in its dark presence. A sea of darkness flooded the scene with a heavy dose of fog, the kind that forced its way into your lungs and settled stiffly within the soft tissue making it a personal challenge to continue breathing. Slowly it began wrapping itself gently around Jason's monstrous feet, curling around his vicious claws with an affectionate biting cold. Beneath those feet the grounds natural shades of green fell ill to a putrid tone of brown, then black, then began to physically burn away as the intense magical pressure emitting from the Price. Above him the sky bled magnificent reds and pinks, each tone highlighted by the growing moonlight emerging through ever consuming darkness.

Jason's green eyes slowly rolled down, their gaze endless and blood thirsty as they engulfed Ziana's empty presence. Stalking silently towards her broken body, he knelt down with the ease of a perching raven, his prey both fascinating and amusing at the same time. Gently, almost as if hesitation had seized his muscles, he reached out and gingerly traced a delicate line down the right side of her face and ending at her exposed collarbone. Though slowed by deaths freezing touch the pathway was jeweled by delicate crimson beads in the same hesitant style. Jason's arm dropped soundlessly to his side, a quick gush of wind pulsing from his left wing as he did so. However he still knelt there, staring motionlessly at the thin streak of copper that lazily made its way down Ziana's pale throat. It hummed a soft, seductive tune that buzzed teasingly in his finely tuned ears and tantalized his taste buds as the bitter scent wafted into his nose. Closing his eyes, he inhaled the intoxicating flavor heavily, filling his lungs to the point where he could basically feel the luscious liquid flow down his throat.

A lopsided roll of thunder pulled his out of his enjoyment as it echoed behind him. He was wasting time. Time he didn't have. Releasing the heavenly breath in a disgruntled huff he rose to his feet, eyes flicking away from his previous infatuation and resting on his true reason for being there. Stepping carelessly over one of Ziana's out stretched legs, he swiftly approached the raven sword that still was still raised from the ground, the blade glinting with evil intentions. As Jason drew nearer, the glinting began to increase to a full buzz of black energy encasing its metallic body. The hilt bled excitement and anticipation as the magical barriers preventing its freedom began to dissolve. Jason felt it also. A stirring in his chest as his heart began hammering against the inside of his rib cage like the demonic animal it was, eager to be reunited with an ancient friend.

Jason.

The darkness lapped at the names presence like a starved tidal wave that overtook an island. Jason's lungs were locked in an endless battle for air as deep exhales and shallow inhales fought relentlessly against one another. His mind began to falter, all thought focused entirely on the being that stood before him.

Jason.

Once again his name was fed to the world. It rushed eerily up his inhuman spine, goosebumps littering his dry skin beneath the armor that was his foul magical pressure. He now stood in front of the vibrant sword, mouth slightly agape as thick breaths forced themselves out in painful gasps. Now that he was mere inches away from the humming blade massive beads of sweat rolled down his back and forehead. In the second it took for his feet to halt the world around him fell away into boiling crimson and raven colors, the magical pressures pouring profusely off the Fairy Prince and the severed part of his soul colliding violently. A thick presence separated the two from combing to form the whole man, however it was quickly deteriorating into ashes that fell lifelessly around him. The powerful magic that bound the severed fragment of his soul to the katana had held impenetrable throughout the years Jason had spent in this pathetic world. When he tied the weapon to his soul, and then to the trump card he had given to Ziana, he knew that though the years leading up to this moment his power would be greatly diminished.

But that was over.

Final specs of ash clung limply to his pitch black hair that trailed down his spine, meeting at his still tail as the barrier crumbled into nothingness. Magic induced lightning struck the ground aggressively and the ground began to stutter just like it had back in the mansion. Clouds swirled in the distance as the magical pressures clashed for the last time, finally connecting with an intense burning sensation that clawed at his insides savagely. An explosion of black blood erupted horrifically from his fanged mouth, the toxic substance gliding lovingly down the hilt of the sleek weapon. As it fell onto the blade the gruesome liquid merged with a small puff of smoke with the metal. The rumbling intensified, shaking the sky with brutal force. Shrieks both painful and excited pierced the wounded air as they echoed off the tall trees surrounding the demonic male. Swirling clouds now congregated over a patch of the forest in the distance. Lightning lapped ferociously beneath the crimson and pink celestial bodies, licking the ground with burning tongues. Fire glowed as a lush garden, petals of smoke filling the sky with its acidic scent. The howls and shrieks grew louder.

They're ready.

Raising a tense arm, his palm craved the worn hilt of the elegant edge the now seemed to be floating before him. With each second that passed his hand drew closer to the weapon, and the storming churned more violently. As Jason's fingertip made contact with the hilt a jolt of magical energy shocked his system setting his muscles on fire and bitterly stung his senses. As more of his skin followed suit the pain intensified in a sickly pleasurable sensation both maddening and delectable. Now gripping the weapon in his hand, he drew it from the putrefying forest floor. Sharp gusts of wind lapped like a pack of starving wolves at the world as all its laws broke into slivering shards, weaving a tapestry of destruction that would soon evolve into pure chaos. Where the storm was thickest and the lighting struck the ground the fire had burned a whole in the forest. A thick shadow was rising from the ground now, piercing the already bleeding sky. The fortress of shadows had two spindling arms thick and strong pushing out of its grave of soil and dirt. A solid roof rested firmly on top of them, broad shoulders for the masculine body. For its chest two doors with giant brass handles groaned under the pressure of the shrieking moans that were coming from within.

Facing this monstrosity, Jason bared his teeth in what could be considered a smile. Raising the shining blade above his head, he closed his eyes tightly and began softly chanting an ancient spell his own father had taught him back in his youth. As the word struck the air, the doors began to shimmer in the fire's glow. Embraced by the red light from the sky, the katana was mere outline in Jason's hand, and with each syllable more and more of it began disintegrating into the air.

A key.

Soon, not even the leather hilt remained, and a slivering crack in the doors revealed nightmares and monstrosities' one could not fathom in even in the darkest dwellings of their imagination. Demons claws scraped and scratched relentlessly at the sliver, trying their hardest to widen it to the point where escape was upon them. However their attempts proved vain and unyielding. Jason watched the display, breath having evened out as his body accepted his full soul. With a growling laugh, his bright green eyes were rimmed with raven feathers.

The Gates were here, and ready to be opened. All he needed was the final key. His daughter, Lucy.

His smile was vile and putrid as he crouched, ready for flight.

"So it begins."

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