The dark, stormy clouds gathered, circling in a vortex over the mountain town of South Park. All eyes turned toward the heavens as thunder tore through the quiet tension, broken by the occasional scream of someone being caught by one of the Nazi Zombies that had overrun the town. The thickest and most violent circulation was at the center of the storm, which remained suspended above a four-story treehouse/castle that had been built seemingly-overnight by a ten-year-old boy named Clyde Donovan, who led a large group of kids in what most people thought was just a game. It was clear, however, that this "game" was no longer within Clyde's control, or anyone's control, for that matter, as government helicopters tried desperately to enter the vortex as bursts of light flashed on the platform beneath, accompanied by the sounds of children fighting.
Within the dark clouds that circled the town, a human/demon faced off against the dragon-like Angel of Unity known as the Dragonborn. The demon took the form of the old man he was when he was mortal, but with jet-black wings and a tail resembling that of a dragon, powers stolen from the Dragonborn himself. The demon's right eye glowed crimson, while the left was completely white, devoid of any strength next to the immortal power of a demon. The Dragonborn looked similar, only with both of his eyes glowing red. His wings and tail, although also black, were far more graceful in appearance than those of the demon, and it was clear that the angel better knew how to use them.
"Dovahkiin!" the demon called out to the Dragonborn, "Prepare to fall to my power!"
He then charged at the angel, blackened claws glistening. However, the Dragonborn's battle experience showed through as he nimbly dodged the attack. The demon was undeterred.
"Running away, huh?! What?! Can't face me now that we're EQUALS?!" he shrieked, his attempt at provocation failing as the Dragonborn simply stared at him, no emotion apparent. This served only to fuel the demon's rage as he charged again, eliciting the same reaction from the wiser angel. This continued for several minutes, and the demon began to get desperate.
"What are you doing, Dragonborn?!" the demon shrieked again, causing him to lose what little humanity he had left, "Why won't you fight me?!"
The man's skin was beginning to peel off of his body as his spirit became more than it could contain. The soul underneath, glowing red with anger even as his heart blackened with hatred and greed, became increasingly unstable.
"I get it." the demon growled, a low chuckle escaping his torn throat, "You're called a high-level angel, but that's all a lie, isn't it? In battle, you are WEAK!" He laughed, unleashing a large amount of energy that threatened to break through the barrier the Dragonborn had created to contain their battle, "I'm not just equal to you in strength; I'm STRONGER!"
You are a fool.
A booming voice echoed within the darkening cyclone, shaking all around it. Some of the vibrations even made their way to the outside world, causing the battle below to pause as they turned to the dome of clouds above their heads.
"Who said that?!" the demon screamed, looking around frantically with his crimson eye, "Show yourself!"
To think that you could ever claim to be MY equal.
The demon turned, wide-eyed, to his opponent, realizing that the unbearably powerful voice was coming from the Dragonborn.
You cannot handle my power. Your soul is being destroyed by your own corruption and greed.
"Silence!" the demon roared furiously, charging at the angel, who, once again, dodged.
Your hatred has consumed you. I can ignore you no longer.
"Oh, so you're finally gonna take me seriously, huh?" the demon snarled, grinning at the thought of a fight, "Finally, I was getting bored."
I do not have time to fight you. I must destroy you.
The demon recoiled at the Dragonborn's calm confidence. "Oh really? We'll see about that!"
The demon then flew higher, above the Dragonborn, planning to strike from above. He dove straight at the angel, his claws connecting with his opponent's head.
However, it was all for naught. The demon's victorious grin faded suddenly as he looked at the angel, who was just hovering in front of him, claws still on his head, a bored expression on his face.
You cannot handle my power. You release more of it every second, yet you can focus none of it into your strikes. You are truly pathetic.
"Shut up! Shut your mouth!" the demon screamed, slashing at the Dragonborn with each word. The Dragonborn simply hovered where he was, the attacks not enough to even move him.
My mouth isn't moving. I speak using telepathy.
"Shut up, you damn smartass!" the demon barked, the human part of his soul feeling the embarrassment from the angel's response. Even demons aren't as easily angered as humans. "It is I you who will destroy YOU!"
How can you destroy me if you can't even scratch me?
The thundering voice had a bored tone, to which the demon responded by repeatedly striking at the Dragonborn's head, chest, stomach, and wings, even targeting the tail when none of his attacks had any effect.
Enough of this nonsense. Prepare to die!
The Dragonborn's voice, holding more ferocity than usual, resounded within the cyclone, his murderous intent able to be heard by the entire town of South Park. The town froze as the clouds slowly began to disperse, unable to contain the immense amount of energy being unleashed by the Dragonborn. The demon, at the epicenter of his wrath, could only watch in horror as the angel's body began to change in the final stage of Spirit Manifest.
The body of the little boy that the angel had been turned completely black and grew to ten times its original size. His neck elongated, becoming serpentine as spines appeared on the back of it, continuing all the way to the tip of his tail. His hands and feet became massive paws, his talons longer than the demon's arm. His head morphed into a shape vaguely resembling a wolf's, but with a curved horn on his nose and a pair of larger horns jutting out of the back of his head, the bases just above the eyes. The dragon snarled, his serrated teeth gleaming in the darkness. His entire body was blacker than coal, but his scales still shone like a gem, giving away his glorious nature.
The demon attempted to flee, realizing that he was truly no match for the powerful angel, but he was then stopped in his tracks, completely paralyzed by a feeling of absolute terror. The dragon opened his blood-red eyes, which glowed with a raging inferno that burned within the angel's soul, and looked directly at the demon.
The Dragonborn opened his jaws and roared, relishing the freedom granted by his true form and reducing the stormy clouds to a dark fog. The battle below halted completely as the combatants turned to the battle taking place above their heads, jaws dropping in awe.
From within Clyde Donovan's house, as the Healer and the Thief stood in awe, the Lord of Paranoia looked to the sky, admiration in the Sacrificial Angel's eyes as he gazed upon his superior's true form. On top of the house, the Antichrist smirked, amused at the sight of such a demonic angel. His British mate smiled, having heard stories of the angel's existence and now seeing the truth in those stories. In the battle below, the Paladin's eyes were shining, recognizing his beloved's soul and loving every bit of it. The Grand Wizard, recalling how he had treated the powerful angel, trembled. The traitorous Princess gulped at the thought of having to face the dark dragon as the Bard shuddered. The Elf King, normally the bravest in the group, had his arms around his lover/bodyguard, eyes glued to the sky. Only one person in all of South Park was calm: the Ranger, also known as the Prophet of Scientology, who just watched the battle between the demon and the Dragonborn with sharp interest.
"You can't defeat me!" the demon screeched desperately, charging a blast of energy, "I control the universe! I AM ETERNAL!"
You are a fool.
The Dragonborn answered him in his thundering telepathic voice, no longer caring who could hear. The demon's energy blast struck the Dragonborn's chest, dissipating harmlessly in the face of the angel's far superior power. The dragon then opened his jaws and readied his own attack as the demon hovered in front of him, frozen in terror. As the Dragonborn unleashed his attack, as crimson flames devoured the demon, his voice could be heard once more, its calm tone drowning out the demon's howls of agony.
Welcome to oblivion.