Chapter 54-(Another Reason to Kill)
A/N: Hey guys! Here's the new chap! I hope you enjoy it!
Deep within the Forest of Ofilnisha, the Dracovians plus Anna, the current Queen of Ofilnisha who supposedly has been replaced by Heinaus. For now, the group focus mainly on finding shelter. The only possible place was to find shelter with the Natives.
"Are you sure the staying with the Natives is a good idea Anna?" asked Myrna.
"Of course my dear. Do not worry about anything now. We got Dragon Gods and Kings as well as a couple of Specialties." smiled Anna.
"Just relax love. No harm will come to you." said Auntyr as he held his love's hand tightly.
"So how much further till we meet with the main tribe?" asked Leonidas.
"I do hope soon. It's starting to get dark and eating the berries off from the trees is not satisfying my hunger." spoke Galadrial.
"Watch our questions be answered by a bunch of Natives popping up out of nowhere, saying that they are not afraid of us." said Reignor.
"Please don't talk like that son." spoke Akriloth.
"Why not Dad?"
"Because every time you say something like that, it usually happens." spoke the Demon-Dragon.
They all stopped when Agorak began to look around with an uneasy look.
"What's wrong Uncle?" asked Uther.
"The sound of the leaves are brushing against the bodies of camouflage Natives. They try their best to move like a feather, but the slightest crunch of the soil beneath their feet is all I need to hear and be ready to have a fight!" stated Agorak as he pulled out his sword and split it in two.
"Shit...for real?" asked Hera.
"Hey ain't kidding hon. I can feel their presence as well." whispered Reignor as he slowly raised his hand above his back and gently brought out his sword to his eye-sight. The girls only whimpered as they looked around at the large trees and bushes that surround them.
"All of you ladies and kids stay in the center. The rest of us encircle them and make sure that not one of these filths lay a hand on them." said Agorak.
"Allow me son, I need to see if my powers are as good as usual." spoke Akriloth.
"Dad, I think now is not the time to try out stuff." said Reignor.
"Oh come on now son. I always allowed you to do some crazy shit while in a situation like this." said Akriloth with a smile.
"He's got a point bro." whispered Agorak.
"Oh alright, but try and not blow a chunk of the land into space." replied Reignor.
"Thank you my boys." smiled Akriloth as he stood in front of them. In no time, yelling and whooping were heard and at least a good 3 dozen men appeared, all with armor and weapons that Vextor had described.
"Give it up Hybrids! You are out-numbered!" spoke one of the Natives with an accent.
"Oh my...it appears that I have no choice but to give up." joked Akriloth.
"Exactly! So give us the women and we will leave you be!" spoke the Native once more.
"What do you want with us?!" asked Galadrial.
"We want you to have our kids! What else Legend One." spoke another Native.
"I got knocked up by Gods and now this bullshit?" asked Godith.
"Men these days, all they care about is screwing us." grumbled Hera.
"Sorry, you are a couple of decades...well more like billions of years late." said Cynder.
"Yeah you tell 'em Mom!" shouted Uther.
"Looky here pal, I don't know what you want. If you want our women then the chances of your survival are....well there really is no chance of survival for you guys at all." smiled Demitri.
"It will better off to try then no to try Purple Puppet." spoke the first Native.
"Dad...just I these bozos off any way you want." whispered Agorak.
"I am glad that you said that. I wanted to see if I still got my skills in The Dark Demonic Arts." smiled Akriloth evilly.
"Oh shit...this always gave me nightmares." whimpered Reignor. Akriloth only laughed as a dark blood-red aura shrouded his body.
"Releasing Control Art-Restriction Systems 3, 2, 1. Approval of Situation A Recognized, Commencing the Cromwell Indication. Ability Restrictions Lifted for Limited Use Until the Enemies have been Rendered Silent." spoke Akriloth in such an unholy demonic tone that everyone was whimpering in fear. The surrounding environment soon turned pitch black.
"Kids, Ladies, cover your eyes and ears." spoke Agorak, his voice trembling. But they were paralyzed by fear by what Akriloth was doing. His hair turned pitch black and so did the rest of his body. The only thing you could see were his eyes, bright red in the blackness. They soon disappeared into the darkness...not another sound to be heard.
"We must go!" panicked one of the Natives. As soon as he began to move, something beneath his feet grabbed him and looked down in fear, only to see a black dragon with such razor sharp teeth and demonic tongue. The group only heard the Native scream before the sound of the body being ripped apart into shreds and blood trickling down like a fountain. The Natives nearby only screamed in fear and they ran as fast as they could. Their view brightened up, but only a small bit. It was still dark but when they looked back, they only saw the Real Akriloth. Blood trickling down his teeth, his eyes with the hungry look and thirst for blood.
"What is this thing?!" shouted another Native before something black with sharp teeth grabbed hold of his head and ripped his face clean off. The Natives saw it to be yet another dragon head, made by the shadows. It had dozens of eyes and rows of teeth.
"HAHAHAHAHA! I DIDN'T HAVE THIS MUCH FUN IN AGES! RUN FOR YOUR LIVES! SCREAM INTO THE DARKNESS!" laughed the Demonic God like a crazed mad-man. The Dracovians, felt their hearts leap into their throats. This was Akriloth? The real one? How could have Jermaine fallen in love with a monster like him?
But those questions were halted by a series of screams and body parts being ripped apart into shreds and soon all was silent. The Darkness around them slowly disappeared and only Agorak and Reignor looked around. They were stunned in fear and shock. All around them, blood and body parts as far as the eye could see. In the distance, Akriloth was coming back, but he was being his normal self. His hands and face was covered with blood and he only wiped it off with his shirt.
"Dad....don't you EVER.....do that again.....unless you have too." spoke Reignor, his legs trembling.
"Oh grow up son, sure I may have scared the living shit out of you, but I ain't a demon for nothing." said Akriloth.
"I guess I will be staying up for a good month or two." spoke Agorak softly. Akriloth only smiled and placed his hand around his son.
"Cheer up, you got a wife and family now. Just think about happy thoughts son." smiled Akriloth.
"Yeah...how the fuck are we all suppose to sleep after seeing THIS?" asked Reignor.
"Just think about the happiest moment or memory of your life and keep on thinking about it. That is how I get through with it after pulling off that stunt." said Akriloth with a heavy sigh and he sat down, exhausted.
"That really took a toll on you right?" asked Reignor.
"Yes, I can only do it for a while. Since I had been not part of the Demonic World for well over 15 billion years, it takes a huge toll on my energy." said Akriloth. He looked around him, to see the others cowering in the corner behind a rock.
"Look...just because I did some crazy shit, doesn't mean that I am going to it to you. If you look at it, I might as well scare the living shit out of all your enemies in just one go." smiled Akriloth.
"That....was so freaking AWESOME!!" shouted Leonidas in joy.
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"Really?" asked Akriloth in surprise.
"Of course!! Can you teach me how to do it?!" asked Leonidas with a smile.
"Son...are you sure you're not sick?" asked his father.
"No Dad, but what Grandpa did was amazing! I never thought something like that could even exist!" shouted Leonidas.
"Well my young boy...I would love to but I can't. The reason why is because this is the stuff that makes people go berserk for power. The teaching of this kind of power was taught when your father was only a boy, but since so many of the people that were once friends of ours became the current rulers of Chaos, Destruction, Evil, Malice, Et Cetera." said Akriloth.
"How come we never learned it?" asked Agorak.
"I planned on teaching it to you boys when I was still around back then, but since Mephistopheles attacked the School and I was called for duty, I never had a chance to teach it after the battle." said Akriloth.
"Oh right, the long sleep. Well if we do have some spare time, do you mind teaching it to us?" asked Reignor.
"Of course my son. For you two I would, but for anyone else who says the he or she wants to learn, then sorry. You can't. You won't be able to control that this Magic possess." spoke Akriloth.
"Ohh...but if my Dad learns it to the fullest extent, will he be able to teach me it to me?" asked Leonidas.
"We'll see son. One step at a time." replied his father with a smile.
"Uhhh guys....can we get the move on? It feels like we had been standing here for ages, while the girls and the other guys have been trembling in fear and pissing themselves." spoke Reignor.
"Oh right, hehehe, no hard feelings right guys?" asked Akriloth with a bright smile to the others.
"Just don't scare us like that again...please?" asked Myrna.
"I promise that I will not pull something like that ever again, unless it is of sheer desperation or facing a powerful enemy that only I can handle." said Akriloth, placing his hand over his heart.
"Good...now let's go see if we can find any local Native spots who are willing to take us in. I do hope that they have not found about what all the Darkness was." said Anna.
"Don't worry, since I had done that Dark Magic, the Natives are for sure to do whatever we ask of them to do." said Akriloth.
The group walked on deeper into the forest. The sky got darker and darker and the moon soon rose up into the night, giving off light for the Dracovians to see clearly. They soon stopped and noticed that there was a large tribe of the Natives, and it looked as if this place seemed to be the largest of them all.
"This is the place." spoke Anna softly.
"How do you know?" asked DK Mark.
"Vextor took me on a flight tour of this place long ago and he told me that this place is the largest gathering of the Natives. If anything, this where most of the tribe lives. The rest just live around the area, serving as protectors." whispered Anna. Before they could move, they all felt spears and arrows being drawn and a couple of dozen Natives popped up.
"Chiiliti clax voga urac gocahel." (Don't take another foot more.) spoke a Native.
"Crap...was hoping we avoid this." muttered Lethak.
"Clax astahi ekess Amata. Wer Aesthyr geou vucot svabol ekess chiili mrith astahi." (Take them to Amata. The Woman will know what to do with them.) spoke another Native.
"Get up you guys." spoke Godith as she stood up. The Natives had bound their hands with vine and rope and they then took them to their Leader. As they were passing by the villages, people came out stone buildings and small huts. They all had markings painted onto their bodies and were muttering to one another questions in Draconic. Questions such as are they the Dracovians, and aren't the three men with the long spiky hair the Dragon Gods. It only took a small while before they stopped in front of stone building that was bigger then most of the other buildings.
"Shivi tenpiswo." (Wait here) spoke a Native Guard as he walked into the home. For a while he had not come out and the rest of the Natives only came closer and examined the Dracovians and Anna like they were something new. A few of the Natives got closer, feeling their clothing and their fine and polished scales. When one female Native stood by Agorak, she wanted to touch his hair, only to receive a nasty cut on her finger.
"Chiili ti xtirl hesi nures. Astahii nomag sems hefoc ehis shar munth nures, shar astahii re sarap lae vi nva cayosin." (Do not touch our hair. They may seem like nothing, but they are sharp as a new blade.) spoke Agorak. He gently took the hand of the Native who had her hand cut and the blood soon recited back into her body and the cut was healed in an instant. The Natives were all in shock and awe, amazed that the stories that they have been hearing were true after all. Soon their Leader, Amata came out.
This dragoness had a combination of green and blue scales, her horns had were curved just a bit and polished white. Her claws were also white and her tail was shaped like a spade. Her underbelly scales were black and her eyes were the color of violet. Since they were in a completely different part of the world, all of the Natives obviously had clothing on them. Amata however, wore only the finest silk out of all the Natives. She had jewelry all over her body and in her arms was....a baby?
The group only were stunned to see that the Leader of the Ofilnisha Natives had a baby in her arms.
"Danthe Amata, chiili wux renthisj hesi xanalre?" (Dear Amata, do you speak our language?) asked Godith.
"Of course I do Lady Godith. I actually come from Dracovia." spoke Amata.
"Really? Then why are you the leader of the Natives in these lands?" asked Lethak.
"I had come upon this land 10 years ago. I used to live in Zonnith, but when I found out that Atreus was going to attack the city, I was scared to death and I fled by boat. I didn't had any family before and I had quit my job as a carpenter in Zonnith. Anyways, I sailed and sailed till a hurricane had struck and it ripped my boat apart. The last thing I remembered was seeing a large tidal wave come crashing over me and swallowing me whole." spoke Amata.
"My God, that's terrible!" said Hera.
"I know, but luckily for me I woke up on a beach and I remember one of Anna's servants had found me and took me in. For a while I lived in Scolta, the name of the city that supposedly I was in." said Amata.
"You are correct, Scolta is the city's name." said Anna.
"What brings you here with the Dracovians Anna?" asked Amata.
"Vextor." answered Galadrial softly.
"Oh my...please come in. Oh and guards, remove their binds please." ordered Amata as she went back into her home. The guards did as they told and the Dracovians followed after her. Her home consisted of some belongings that Amata had from her life in Dracovia. But they didn't bother about it, instead they followed Amata who led them into a bigger room that was full of Native culture.
"Please, sit." smiled Amata as she sat down on the soft rug. The others did so and were amazed to see how comfortable it was.
"Wow, we definitely need to get some of these rugs back home." said Yulie as she felt the comfort.
"Not now honey. First we got to work out a good deal with Amata." replied her husband.
"Amata, why do you have a baby in your arms?" asked Cynder. Amata only sighed and looked down at her baby that was covered in a blanket.
"It was him." spoke Amata softly.
"Vextor?"
"Yes...it was all him. 18 months ago, Vextor found me searching for berries and fruits near the city. He was outraged to see me be so close to the city that he threatened to attack my people if..." But Amata stopped there. Her eyes were starting to water.
"If what?" asked Auntyr.
"If you didn't submit to him...am I correct?" spoke Spyro gently. Amata nodded her head and hugged her baby close to her body and sulked into the blanket.
"That bastard. How could he have taken advantage of you?!" asked Valsa in anger.
"How did I not know this before? This is all my fault." spoke Anna.
"No Anna...it's not." replied Amata.
"I know that you are Sterile and that Vextor wanted a son of his own. I can't blame you for your disability."
"I know...I just can't believe that he used me to rise to power and used me as a fucking curtain!" growled Anna in anger.
"Easy, easy, no need to burst your blood now love. We will take care of Vextor one way or another." smiled Agorak.
"You will?" asked Amata.
"Of course, but can you tell us more on what has happened to you after you landed in Ofilnisha?" asked Akriloth.
"Well, like I said before, I was found by one of Anna's servant and was taken into Scolta were I could rest. Months had passed by and I started my life all over again in Scolta. During my time, I had some problems. Vextor of course, he kept on stalking me, always talking to me and asking me out on dates with him. I wasn't sure with him for a while till I decided to one go out with him one day. Of course, with him being the guy he is after he took me out on a nice diner, he tried to get me but I only retaliated by slashing him across the face and giving him a broken arm and wing." said Amata.
"Now you are one tough cookie." said Myrna.
"I know, that is what happened to me in Zonnith most of the time. Anyways, afterwards Vextor confronted me again and forced me to leave. I had no other choice but to side with the Natives. When I first came to Skura, which is the Native City, their previous chief was in great sickness. I had no idea what was going on at the time and I was captured and they told me that I had to try and make their chief better. I was only a mere carpenter and they expected me to heal their chief. Turns out he was suffering from the common cold." smiled Amata.
"And the chief made you next in line?" asked Spyro with a small silly smile.
"Yeah. I was surprised when I saw them worshiping me like a Goddess. But that was the past. When the chief that later on of old age, I took the role as chief and had led this tribe safely." said Amata.
"I'm surprised to see how well you hold the tribe, even though Vextor is just right next door to ya." spoke Uther.
"Like I said, I am one tough woman and this tribe has not been in war against the other guys in well over 13 years." spoke Amata.
"But what about Vextor? Hasn't he provoked you into trying to start wars with him?" asked Hera.
"The only thing he wanted from me is something to screw with and that is what I had become to him. Every time he confronted me while I was all alone, he threatened me. I had to do what was right for my people and now I managed to get a baby from our last encounter." growled Amata in anger.
"And your last encounter with him was 18 months ago? That seems good so far." said Demitri.
"I had been keeping it that way ever since. I was getting tired of me being his bitch when there are so many other women in his screwed up Kingdom to have fun with and he thrives on tormenting me and my people!" shouted Amata in anger. She screamed a little too much and her baby was crying softly.
"Oh there there now. Don't be scared. Mommy didn't mean to be angry, Klitzu." whispered Amata.
"Klitzu? Now that is a nice name for him." said Galadrial.
"Thank you Galadrial. What name have you picked out for your blue one?"
"Oh Pythios really isn't our kid. My wife here found him in some burned down house and we had agreed to take him in as a son." smiled Demitri as he placed his arm around his wife.
"Oh how generous of you two. Are you planning on having any of your own any time soon?" asked Amata once more.
"Mating Season just ended a few days ago, but we're not sure yet if I am pregnant." said Galadrial.
"I hate to interrupt, but can we stick on what we first came here to talk about?" asked Lethak.
"Oh yes, sorry. I do have a tendency to get off-track a lot." smiled Amata.
"So what's your plan on getting back at Vextor?" asked Akriloth.
"I'm not sure yet. But now that you guys are here, I was hoping that maybe you guys can think of something. No hard feelings but I can't do much with my people. Not with the technology that my people have." replied Amata.
"Wait a second....Agorak didn't you had that sniper back in your room?" asked Godith.
"Yes...if you are thinking of me assassinating the bloody S.O.B then I have no problem in doing so." said Agorak.
"Wait...you are going to snipe the guy? How?" asked DK Mark.
"The Barret M107 is currently by far the most powerful Sniper Rifle in existence. Firing 10 .50 caliber armor-piercing rounds in exactly 10 seconds, from a range of up to 1 mile, with a flash and sound suppressor, I can take out any target I want to with stealth and style." smiled the White Dragon-God.
"I never for once in my life would ask someone to do this but...go kill him." said Anna.
"But Anna, what about the child?" asked Amata.
"Believe me girl, I know these kind of people. They really don't give a shit. Heck you can have a hundred kids and he still won't care. In Vextor's eyes, you are all Natives." said Reignor.
"Ohh, fine. Do it." spoke Amata.
"I shall do the assassination soon. I first must need to know his daily routine." said Agorak.
"Certainly Agorak, but for now, can we find some rest?" asked Anna.
"You can all stay in my home for the night." smiled Amata.
"Excellent. See you tomorrow then." spoke DK Mark and the group all got up and were escorted to their rooms and fell asleep. Agorak however, being who he is, stayed up and looked out the window and looked towards the large Fake Volcano that the city Scolta was hiding in.
'Just wait Vextor. No one such as you live after I find out who you really are.' thought Agorak coldly before he went to bed.
A/N: Plans are set in motion to kill King Vextor of Ofilnisha. Will Agorak succeed? What will be the outcome? Find out soon enough on R.O.D!
