Xion: I have finally made a good story, muhwahahahahahahahaha!
Seross (Pops up out of nowhere): Then why is he here?
He holds up his hand and there is a little guy with glass and a nametag that says: STORYWRITER on it.
Xion (sweatdrops): I don't see anyone....
Seross: Right monkey boy, it's my turn to write. This is my chapter, OK!
Xion: Dang it! Well, this is the second part to Dragons of Destiny.
Dragons Of Destiny
By Xion Fang
Note: This part is dark, so if you don't like that stuff, DO NOT READ ON!
Thank you for your time.
Part Two: Arise From The Ashes
Stage One: Remembering The Past and Focusing On The Here and Now
The great king shall rise from his ashes,
But he will be forever changed..........
Merged with four he shall be..........
The war shall start with him neutral.........
Nevertheless, in the end, he shall have to pick between good and evil...........
Pick well..................
*Silver Millennium*
The scene of the final battle right after Neptune is taken down........
Pluto looked up from his fallen friend, his eyes hidden by the bangs of his hair. He looked up at the one who had killed his friend and brother, and his eyes turned to expressionless.
The dragon who had destroyed his friend was the third most powerful in the army. This demon was Drakonis, the master of gravity. He was a pale faced, green-eyed dragon, very uncommon for the race of Demonos.
He wore the traditional demonos armor, their armor mimicking their appearance in their dragon forms. His was a black and green winged serpent.
He had fought and played with Neptune, waiting to destroy him in front of Pluto, to taunt him. He would not be played with, nor would he let his friends be hurt and used like this, that had happened once, not again, never again.
He stretched out and pulled his claw from subspace. He looked down at it. It's blue and gold metals and space crystal shown in the light. This was on of the three dark talismans made by Lord Ran, the Time Space Claw. It's claw edges used iron that hardened to the point of crystal, slimming it so even a flick could kill a normal human.
This was the second time he had had to use it, the first when he and the other five original knights had fought the dark Kami, Seiphroth, and had imprisoned him with his own power. The god of destruction had been sealed away tight.
He lifted the claw and slashed it at Drakonis, whispering, "Time Ripper...."
The bladed blast destroyed and recreated the space and time molecules wherever it's power roared through. The dragon transported and Pluto span and guarded from the kick, holding himself so that the magical properties of his armor took the brunt of the blast.
He was surprised when the kick crashed through his defenses and into his abdomen, crushing a couple ribs by the feel of it.
He, due to the force exerted on him, flew from the point of impact of the blast, crashing into the crystal walls of the moon palace. The prince seemed to be doping something, and shouted something in a language that was unfamiliar to him.
A blaze of red covered his vision, and was replaced by blackness for about two seconds, then saw a flash of silver.
Pain exploded from his shoulder. He looked there and saw a trio of claws extending from his opponent's hand and through his armor and shoulder blade.
He grimaced, if the claws of Drakonis could sear through his armor, it could easily sear through him. He would have to keep this battle both fast and precise, or a far away battle.
He didn't have time for a decision and slammed both of his feet into his opponent's chest. Drakonis was forced back by the force.
This was what Pluto needed. He gathered his energies and focused it through his talisman, ignoring the searing pain from his still damaged shoulder. He smashed his hand into the ground, yelling, "Space Tornado!!"
From the point where Pluto's fist hit the ground a funnel of space and temporal energy pan up and towards Drakonis, smashing in to him with the force of a truck, sucking the energy he had dry.
Drakonis snarled. This was supposed to stop him?! A funnel of energy sucking wind?! It was an insult at the very idea! If one could make it, one could dispel it. He raised his hands, created a counter spiral of wind energy, and sent it towards the temporal-space energy.
Where they blasts met, they canceled eachother out, their power extinguishing in a single instant.
The two combatants faced eachother, each bruised, each the same in power as the other.
Then they both charged in another flurry of kicks. Their legs colliding at the same time, as though it was someone hitting a mirror. They pan into a roundhouse kick and met, their legs stopping eachother. They transferred into a spin kick and at the point where their feet met, they both pushed off, both being forced farther away from eachother.
They both landed on the ground, both standing on one foot. They both slowly put their foot down and started charging their energies again.
Pluto charged his Ki into his hand as Ran had taught him. He gathers them as he did with the ethereal stream, taking internal and planet energies alike into his body.
They both put their hands up at the same time.
Theme: In The End....... (By Linkin Park)
"Sho da tou, mor ray dar....."
They mimicked eachothers motions as well as words, their voices casting an eerie mood over the battle......
"Power from the pits of darkness, darklord feared by his own kind....."
Red and black crackling balls of energy crackled in the hands of the two duelers, both holding their hands out in front of their chest, palms facing eachother.
"I summon thy power and let be called onto the world to destroy once again, power greater than nightmare's, chaos, destruction be called here to destroy the one who stands before me!"
Spirals of energy from all around swirled in an array of colors, all startling, all gather into destructive power. All the colors met and became pitch black light, though it wasn't supposed to, the darkness was shining.
"Omega Extinction!!!!"
The scream from both enemies signaled the release of the energy within their hands. The two beams colliding in a devastatingly powerful explosion. The shock wave form the blasts power was ripping the moon to shreds, rocks oready moving in the air, unaffected by gravity.
The two beams, both a dark red and a mid night black were putting a powerful strain on the spells' wielders.
The two god-like beings were being ripped apart by the power. There bodies both already illuminated by the power that was destroying them from the inside.
Then the two beams ceased, and there was an unbelievable explosion. Then with a foul swipe, all was silent, only the sight of two dissolving beings of light was the only thing that set the sight apart from the rest of the dark space that surrounded them.
As the scene moves in you see that the two beings are Pluto Knight and Drakonis. Pluto looked at himself and then at Drakonis.
"What the hell is happening here?"
"You are dying." said Drakonis simply.
"Don't you mean we are dying?"
"Nope, I can't die."
Drakonis laughed at his opponent. "Demonos Dragons can't die, we are all imbued with the power of immortality, unlike humans, and like the phoenix, we arise from our ashes and will come back again and again, until our purpose is fulfilled. You have just sacrificed yourself in a non win situation, you, unlike me, are not immortal, and will never come back."
Pluto looked at his enemy;"Nothing will be able to save you, not even you powers. I have cast a binding spell, which means, that you'll only come back to life when I awaken again, you cannot live again!"
Drakonis' primal scream was never heard, the last of his power was dissolved with him and his body. Pluto, before he was totally destroyed, could only say two words, his face a theater show of regret which shortly turned to acceptance, and then to confidence. He had sent his claw into the future, to hide it self, and to be there when he was in need of it again, which he knew he would.
His voice was utterly confident, considering he was about to die, as he said,
"Luck, Ran."
*Present, Dreamscape*
He opened his eyes, the gray orbs showing anger.
He was still in his dreams being forced to remember another one of the deaths that lay on his shoulders.
In one impossible instant, Pluto ceased to be, and became.... What? An object. Remains. Not a person, he still couldn't answer that question this day. Each flash of Pluto-his reckless grin so like Uranus. His eyes smoldering with fierce will mirroring Saturn, his effortlessly athletic warrior's grace, so much like his own.
The darkness flared again, becoming clearer and clearer until he could see again.
"Show me why I am here!!!"
The light flared, as if in response to his call.
*Silver Millennium*
He stood there.
Arm pads broken; armor cracked all over, the top part of his helmet ripped off. His gauntlets shining, the only part of his armor that still could. His arms hung limply at his sides, as though cut off from the puppet strings that once held them. Within his clenched hands was his weapon. The long shaft black and purple, intricate carvings etched into the sides.
Going up into a small spike that stretched out for about seven inches, a second black blade protruding form the end of the scythe, a crystal of violet ingrained into the center.
He smirked, though you couldn't see it under the bottom half of his helmet that was left. This was his weapon. The Silence Scythe. Created from the pits of darkness by the Dark Prince himself, Damien, stolen away by himself when he had taken an unexpected journey into the underworld to find Ryo.
The Scythe was Damiens weapon, his masterpiece. The Silence Glaive didn't even compare. This had more capabilities, more magic focus, the end of the blade created of an underworld metal, unknown to humans, and able to cut on the sub-atomic level. It was the second in line on the power scale of the three dark talismans, and had had yet to have had an equal other than the first in power on the scale of the dark talismans.
His light green eyes narrowed at his opponent, right now in its monster form.
The monster was a sickly black, armor pads of red burned into it's skin, now mostly ripped off. It's race, not of the Demonos, was unknown, but since powerful Cyreal had put him as his first in command, second only to himself. The Dragons name was Effreit, named after an ancient fire elemental. His name fit, he had to admit it.
His enemy was one hell of a fire user, even with his powers as Silence Knight, Lord Of Saturn, or as he liked to be called, Saturn, he was impressed by his show of power by the enemy in front of him. His opponent had been a peaceful Dragon, actually, they had found that Cyreal was also pretty reluctant to kill, thought the powers of his race that resided within him, increased by the Dark Lord Ultima, who had fought them once before and had escaped, had turned him into what the Dragon king was now, a being that thrived on others deaths and that had the natural urge to destroy or conquer. Effreit had been turned by the priest Doraes's, who had perished along with the oready dead dragons, dark magic.
He raised the weapon and slashed down, calling out one of his favorite attacks.
"Silence Scythe Strike!"
The Scythe was released from his hands and there was an echoing boom as its spin broke the sound barrier. The very space around the blade was altered and changed as it's dark energies surrounded it in a dark aura made up of all peoples dark feelings and fears, the effect made by the dark prince of hell himself.
The blade span and the Dragons tail was slashed off in a spray of blood. The glowing yellow blood spewed from the wound, spraying over the ground, turning it into a volcanic sea of yellow, bubbling and churning.
The Dragons form blurred and transformed into a shape of black light, writhing, ripping and reforming.
Saturn held up his hand and caught the Scythe that had flown back, unfazed by the impact on steel-like dragon skin. It hummed with energy as he put it to bear; holding it in front of himself as you would see a master hold a Bo staff. He span it, the sound of whistling coming from the spinning scythe, and stopped it on his wrist, its bladed end pointed into the sky.
His opponent was getting into a battle stance also, his transformation oready over. He stood in a cracked black and red armor, as was in his dragon form. Most of it broken off, revealing skin tanned and scarred, a gash on his back where a tail would be if it was ever there. The held in his hands the twin axes of fire, the Dragons Tongues.
His purple hair being pushed upwards by the energy he was reeking. His dark eyes, almost a sea of blackness, shown with a golden inner power, energy crackling within them like an ocean of ever flowing energy. Miniature fire tornadoes gathering around the axes of fire and he released his attack, fire spurting from the tips of the axes that were pointed in his direction as from the ground in powerful geysers of fire.
He felt the power of the attack that was coming towards him and threw his Scythe back to the sub-space pocket that it had come from. He put a spell that, if he didn't claim it again, it would bind to a human's soul in the future, waiting for him to find it again. He charged his energies into his arms and looked and the wave of energy rushing towards him.
All he could do was cross his arms over his chest and let them take the brunt of the blow for him. He was thrown back by the impact of the blast, blown into space. He righted himself and ignored the searing pain from the now melted gauntlets, throwing them off and flying back towards his opponent.
He gathered the power of silence in both of his hands condensing them into globes of clear, transparent, destruction. He threw them at his opponent with a yell of: "Silence Globe!"
When he saw the blasts coming towards him, the dragon quickly put his Dragon Tongues back to where they came from, a sub-space pocket, then prepared for inevitable coming of the blasts.
Effriet powered up and fired off a duet of fire globes, the second bigger and stronger than the first. The clear globes and the globes of fire collided in the air with a deafening explosion of light and deadly fire. It took the form of a globe and expanded out wards.
The two warriors held their arms in front of them, Saturn conjuring a gold wall of protective energy, and Effreit projecting a black shield of un-breakable power. The energy reached them and the power of their respective shields strained to withstand the amount of energy that was being forced on them. As the energy ceased, the warriors let down their barriers, smoke coming from their limbs, as though off two logs that had just caught fire.
The both disappeared and reappeared again in mid-air, to trade a volley of blows before disappearing again. They appeared on the ground with their arms crossed and then turned to face eachother, uncrossing their arms as they did so.
They seemed to disappear and reappear again in the same place, but you could see with each time they reappeared they had more and more bruises and cuts on their bodies. Then they disappeared and reappeared in the middle of the battlefield, both arms stretched out, twisting the offenders arm until it's position looked wrong as it was seemingly popped out of the arms socket.
Effreit quickly smashed Saturn in the side of his head with his foot as his opponent did the same to his chest with his knee. There was a loud crunching noise as both enemies were flung back again, both slamming their feet into the ground as a foot stop, but their bodies' momentum kept going and smashed deeper into the ground and farther away from their opponent.
They eventually stopped and stood there for a few more seconds. Their faces both unreadable as they regained their composer and stared at their opponent.
Both of the combatants' looked like they had gone through a supernova and lived, their bodies slashed and their armor almost fully ripped apart. The blood from the insides of their bodies covered their outsides in a gruesome display of red. Fire burned around Effreit and Saturn started to glow with a black aura, it's shape changing rapidly.
Effreit saw his opponent scoured by the black energy that surrounded his body. What was this, he had not ever felt such an evil power as this! The dark energy surrounding his opponent had started to take the shape of wings, seeming like they had spouted out of his back. Then the aura erased his opponent from view completely.
He smirked and started to cast a spell of binding, so that if Saturn was every reborn, he would be two, though it would be around twenty five years later due to the weak power of the spell, he had to save energy for the final battle with his opponent.
The black that had obscured his opponent had been pierced by two glowing yellow eyes, the energy of chaos started to flow over Saturn's body in white arks of electricity as the aura seeped into his skin, his eyes turning black.
Effreit bent his legs and braced his arms, unleashing all the barriers he had put on his energy, a spiral of black and red electricity flowing over his body in a constant flow, never braking for anyone. The area that he was in was bathed in a red iridescent glow as they he focused the power of his race, the power that was enough for the moon kingdom to kill them all for, now was his time to show them that he was not to be trifled with.
The green glow of his eyes and the sight of his hair being blown into the sky by his power was very eerie. He held his hands by his sides and charged energies to them. He snapped his hand out straight to the side, a sword of red energy extended from his hand, taking the form of claws. Black lightening occasionally streaked across them, but the red fire stayed constant.
He lifted the blade up to his face, then clenched his fist, making the claws grow longer, almost reaching a length of two feet now. He slowly lowered it to his side then looked at his opponent.
Saturn looked at what his target had done and they lifted his hand and concentrated, a cloud of dark energy forming around it, slowly forming into that of a long, slightly curved blade of black flame, ever burning in its power. He also lowered his hand to his side and started to slowly walk to the side of himself, his opponent doing the same, their pattern forming a circle........
Battle theme: Escaflowne, Main Theme
They circled eachother, waiting for a single moment, then struck. Both blurred and slammed into eachother, the energy of their blades spraying stray bolts of lightening from where the blades struck eachother, all focused in on one spot. It was like a glowing ball of energy was created where the blades clash, lightening shooting out from the middle in a constant stream.
Effreit showed that he certainly had the advantage in strength, forcing Saturn's blade away, setting him off balance. He struck and a spay of blood erupted from the wound on the skin over Saturn's ribs.
Saturn screamed, pain exploding from that part of his body. He jumped back from his opponent and released his mind hold on his blade, letting it disperse. He was breathing heavily and the bottom of his mask had been ripped off as well somewhere in their fight. He grimaced; they were both going to die now.
He decided that it was fruitless to put it off any longer and started to cast his final spell.
Final Theme: Slayers, Breeze (The Try Series Opening Theme)
He held his hand to his side, closing his eyes in concentration, focusing the power that this final spell required. Gold particles of energy started to gather in his closed fist.
"Spear of cold fire........"
Lightening crackled around his body, making him look like a being of energy.
"That which resides in the state of oblivion......"
"Power that is above all!"
Effreit looked at his opponent. He was the most worthy he had ever faced. He would likely fall with his enemy, both waiting to be born again, to fight once more.
"Damnation Lance!"
The energy suddenly crackled and formed a large lance. Saturn strained as he held the sword in his hands. This would be it. He ran at his opponent, who was putting his hands up to block.
Then, with a flash, he passed by. He stayed in the position of his slash ending, his hand extended, but no longer holding the lance.
"Most honorable of opponents and most dark of puppets, you have been freed, your remains of dark are confined to the pits of darkness, where which they came!"
A slash of light shown through his opponent, beams of light exiting him, then he was turned to ashes by a rising pillar of light that took the form of a dragon as it climbed towards the heavens.
Saturn stood in the same position for a few more seconds, before a wisp of wind swept by, blowing his body away in a dazzling display of light particles.
*Present, Dreamscape*
"Is that what you wanted to show me!? Another friend killed by my fault!?"
Saturn was his best friend.
He felt a cold breeze as he remembered that, he was not going to be anymore, after going what he went through he would very likely never want to see Saturn again. Distantly on that cool breeze he feels a knot of anger, at himself for becoming what he hand, of black rage at those had done it to him, of hurt and despair clenching ever tighter, ever harder, compressing itself to diamond and beyond, crushing it into powder, not having the time to deal with it.
He looked around him again, the scene oready changing again.
*Place Unknown, Time Unknown*
He looked at the pitiful human in front of him.
So this was called the moon kingdom, he was gonna have fun with this one.
He relished the thought of ruling over this place, creating a place of chaos, of which he fed on. He faintly heard his servant asking him what to do with the captive. He told him he would deal with his.
When his servant had left he looked at the pitiful being that was before him, and basking in the raw fear and sadness coming from it. He would end its misery, but not before having fun with it first.
His slammed his fist into and out the other side of, the human's chest. Then he took it out and started to crush the human's skull, laughing at the sounds it was making. The screaming was so rare where he came from; not many people didn't like the feel of pain there.
He dropped his 'toy' and smashed his knee into its face before holding it up again. He frowned. It wasn't supposed to die yet. He used his power to bring it back to life. He ripped its arm off and took in the smell of human blood.
He laughed as the pitiful human from the kingdom of the moon screamed and writhed in pain. He ripped through the weak things chest and ripped out its heart.
He smiled in satisfaction and incinerated the body. He looked up as his priest walked in.
"My lord, we have made plans for take over, but there is one problem..."
"My brother doesn't care if we don't trespass on his territory, so simply don't do it."
His priest nodded,"Is there anything you might require, my lord?"
"Another human please, they are so fun to torture, fear is seeping from their body like water from a sponge."
"Yes my lord."
The person waited for his next 'plaything' to be brought in, patiently.
*Present, Dreamscape*
"A part of me I have to live with."
The dream world flashed as though in anger to his statement.
"Are you going to ridicule me or show what I came here for? If it's the first one then please wake me up."
The world flashed white again and he looked on.
*Unknown World, sometime before the attack of the Demonos Dragons*
The little boy ran through the forest.
"Mama! Mama, where are you?!"
He ran through the forest and came to a clearing. He started to cry.
In the middle of the clearing stood a hanging corpse, his mother's. Next to it, he saw a hunter. One from the moon kingdom. His mind, child as it was, started to go into shutdown mode, the scene of his mother playing itself over and over again in his head.
He saw his brother, silver haired standing in front of the hunter.
"You killed our mother," He heard him say in a fierce voice,"Now your life is forfeit."
His brother moved to quick for even himself to see, and next he knew was the hunter's remains were being sprayed all over the clearing.
He heard shouting and he saw his father. He looked at his mother than at what his brother ad done. Instead of grieving he incinerated the corpse and congratulated his brother.
His father came over to him and saw that he had been crying. He shot a look of distaste towards him.
Then smashed him in the face with a knee.
"Boy, you will not cry now, you don't cry, that is the very weakest thing to do."
He shot him a disgusted glance again,"Now this is the punishment if you ever cry again, Prince Cyrex."
His father grabbed his head and smashed him into the ground, then slammed his hand through is stomach. Then he burned a mark of a traitor on his son's back, a circle with a cross in the inside of it, stretching out from the bottom.
He ended it by kicking sand in his son's face.
"When you learn to not cry, you will be able to come back to live with us, until then, I renounce you as my son, you are a disgrace, get out of my sight!"
His brother had been too caught up in all the attention he was getting for killing a hunter that he had not done anything to help him. He didn't even say anything to him, or when their mother had been incinerated.
He slowly lifted himself up and let out a roar. A stream of volcanic plasma shot out from his mouth, lighting up the night.
He stared down at his feet and his eyes glowed red from the usual silver they were. He would show them, he would get them for what they had done. He would be the most powerful soon, by any cost.
*10 Years Later*
A shadow rippled across the meadow, it's target ahead of it.
Its speed, faster than the wind. It came up to its target and looked around.
It was in the middle of a castle's courtyard, though it looked like a warped castle's courtyard. Bio metal of a twisted purple caste made up the castle and it's twisting towers.
The shadow came up from behind two guards and swiped out its hand, effectively decapitating them. He blew a blast of fire and incinerated them.
It wouldn't do for them to find out he was here just yet.
He made it up to the room he was meant to go to. He swung open the doors and saw that his father was awake.
"You, what are you doing hear?!"
"I have come to fulfill a promise, father, you die now."
He cast a spell on his father that he could only use once in his life. He had saved this once for his father.
He rose his hand and black cables of energy spiraled around his father holding him.
He ripped his fathers head of his shoulders, snapping,"How do you like it father, you will die now, I had cast a spell that negated your rebirth powers, now you get what you deserve for what you did to me!"
He watched silently as the blood spewed out of where his fathers head used to be, not leaving until there was no more blood left.
He laughed, darkly, when he looked back at his father's corpse.
"Old basterd. He said I was pathetic." He muttered, then walked away.
*Present, Dreamscape*
"Another part of the past of both of the two old souls I will have to live with, though it is.....Unsettling."
He sat down in a lotus position and closed his eyes.
"Show me and get it over with, I have things to do."
As the darkness flashed one again, he could still hear his own laughing.
*The Final Battle: Nemesis Versus Cyreal*
Nemesis ran at his opponent and they clashed again with an insane boom of punches and kicks. They stopped in the position of his opponent stopping his kick he had aimed at him with the back of his arm.
He jumped back and looked at his opponent. His silver hair was being raised in the air by his power. The fire of a killer burned in his eyes.
The dragon king looked at him and smiled.
"So, we come to a draw."
"No way, I never fight when it comes out a draw." He said with calm in his voice.
"So, I know, then let's fight now, boy."
Nemesis hated that name. It reminded him. He would kill Cyreal and the rest of his army after he was done with their king. He stood there and employed his forbidden powers.
The ground he stood on was turned to ice as he distorted the space around himself. Then, in a wisp of pure white, his disappeared.
So did his opponent. In the middle of the dome they were fighting in they appeared.
A spear of ice appeared out of Cyreal's left shoulder, as a spurt of fire appeared out of Nemesis's chest. The fight on the outside of the dome was going on, the moon versus the demonos.
People died all around them, but they only knew eachother, locked in the fury of battle they thrived on.
Before Nemesis could react, Cyreal thrust his hand around his throat, thrusting him into the air. He laughed and squeezed.
"Here ends the life of the warrior of the hidden planet Nemesis. This is pathetic, you are-"
He heard a cold laugh from his hands and saw Nemesis looking at him with cold eyes.
"What are you going to do, you are almost dead boy."
Then he felt his hand turn colder and colder and looked to find it covered in ice. He saw Nemesis smirk at him.
Nemesis smirked at Cyreal's look of outrage, then he slammed one of his free hands in a palm strike to Cyreal's stomach and his hold loosened. Then he did a flip kick to finish it.
He landed in a crouch and screamed out one of his attacks.
"Final Flame!"
A column of fire about ten feet in diameter engulfed Cyreal, shooting up to the heavens.
He took this time to summon his weapon, the final dark talisman, the most powerful, his creation. The Omega Sword. He used the power that had been left as a result of his battle with the dark lord, Ultima, to create it. Along with his own power, and the crystal of Omega, an artifact that he had used in his battle to distract Damien so the others could save Ryo. The blade was a masterpiece of power, and a terrifyingly wicked looking weapon.
Engraved in the hilt of the sword was the crystal, which was directly link to his power, so that he could always summon it wherever it was and it could only be used by himself. He had also, when he had done that, though unknowingly, summoned the Demon Lord Terra into his body and had fused with him.
The blade of the sword was crafted into a metal of darkness, slashing through everything, be it far away, or up close. He used his power to send his blade to the future, linking it to someone he knew would keep it safe, though unknowingly.
He looked back and was surprised to see that his opponent hadn't been hurt at all by the blast.
He knew he was going to regret using this but he knew it was the only way he could weaken all the dragons enough to seal them.
He charged much of his power into his fist and thrust it into the ground, whispering, "Oblivion."
There was a flash outside and all the Demonos Dragons were sent to their egg stages, them to a sealed sub universe of Nemesis's as he cast the spell to seal them there.
Cyreal looked at Nemesis in contempt. He had sealed those of the Demonos, he would die today.
"You just sealed all but two of an entire race, now what are you going to do about the last ones?"
Nemesis said nothing, just cupped his hands and started another of his spells. His opponent recognized it and his eyes narrowed slightly. He was going to finish him off then, I guess it's time to use my one ace in the hole.
"Within the sands of time your power lies,"
Blue and Black energy gathered into Nemesis's hands. Slowly, in small bolts of lightening.
"Lord of balance....."
Dark red energy gathered into Cyreals' hands with wisps of dark power.
"You run through the shadows of the forest of time.."
Nemesis started to move his hands over his head.
"One whose whim is to destroy and create..."
Cyreal moved his hands to the sides, straight out, an electric chain of energy connecting them.
"One whose call stands above all others....."
Nemesis's voice was almost a whisper as he closed his eyes. A tornado of golden energy was surrounding him now, energy crackling around the spiral.
A dark black ring of energy started to spin around Cyreal as he continued his spell.
"Whose power fuels existence, one who will destroy all!"
With his eyes closed, Nemesis continued.
"Let the power of time become mine to destroy the one in front of me."
The energy was becoming uncontrollably powerful as Cyreal said the next sentence.
"Grant me thy's power and let me be thy's avatar!"
Nemesis opened his eyes and whispered two words.
"Savage Roar."
Cyreal screamed as he said the last two words to the spell.
"Terra Slave!!!!!!"
As both energies collided, goldish-blue against crimson, Nemesis started to cast the spell of reincarnation on himself and the knights of his service. Thus, he was blown away when the two spell released their destructive power a globe of black darkness pulsing bigger with clashes of blue lightening bolt that ran over each side and around it in a spiral of dark and light fusion.
He back impacted against the Demonos barrier and he saw that Cyreal had the same done to him. The power was overwhelming for him and he could hardly hold it, after straining, he gave way to the power.
The energy smashed through his body at a rate that brought a lot of pain. Hot streaks of pain were constantly racing across his body, touching every nerve, making them pulsate with pain. Then, it all stopped.
He was left with white. His vision slowly came out of the sight of oblivion to look at Cyreal. He was laughing at him and he smirked at the dragon king.
"You won't get away this time, Cyreal."
His enemy felt the spell and stopped. He was right, he couldn't get away. Therefore, he stood there waiting for it, knowing that his tendencies would be passed on to his new self.
"Spirit of my body,
Bind me to the person
Who stands before me.
Let our mind, bodies, and spirits become one!"
"Soul Merge!"
It seemed to everyone out side of the globe that they had disappeared, though it was not so, yet. There were two globes of energy that were up in the sky, one red, one black.
They span together and merged to form a black sphere with golden streaks moving across it. The sphere rose up into the air, a image of a man with red and white hair appearing for a second, then blinked out of existence,
*Present, Dreamscape*
The person, with his eyes still closed, nodded.
"The moment the two old souls became one."
The darkness flashed again and it seemed that he wasn't done in his self-exploration just yet.
*Sometime after Nemesis found Ravira in bed with Teva and Pluto*
Nemesis stood in the middle of the room, glowing softly with the golden flame of his aura that burned around him as he sat in lotus position with his eyes closed. He had been doing this for about a month, thinking about the consequences of what he might do.
*Within his mind*
He sat in a small chair, darkness surrounding him, though his place lit up by a spotlight.
"You are sure." Stated a voice.
"That is correct. I have no need of these feelings, they are nothing but pain."
"Then do what you have decided."
*Back In The Room*
He opened his eyes and began to chant. To chant the spell of forbidden magic. To chant the spell that would forever change him and his life.
"Cold fire of the void......."
"You who waits to be free..........."
"Fuse with my body and soul, let your power become mine......"
"Destroy the weakness of feeling."
"Cold Freedom."
Before he fainted, he felt a sucking sensation and then a cold feeling of power.
*Present, Dreamscape*
The person flinched for the first time as he felt resentment.
"That was a mistake that should have been never made. It just brought bad feelings."
The last thing he felt was the fear from his stay with the Demonos.
*Present*
"Sir, it will be drop time in five minutes."
He nodded to dismiss the person.
He had come back. He had come back to find himself. To find answers to why he was here and what he was here to do.
He had come back to where it had all started.
Crystal Tokyo.
Next Time: Stage Two, Return to Tokyo.
Xion Fang,
Signing Off.
Seross (Pops up out of nowhere): Then why is he here?
He holds up his hand and there is a little guy with glass and a nametag that says: STORYWRITER on it.
Xion (sweatdrops): I don't see anyone....
Seross: Right monkey boy, it's my turn to write. This is my chapter, OK!
Xion: Dang it! Well, this is the second part to Dragons of Destiny.
Dragons Of Destiny
By Xion Fang
Note: This part is dark, so if you don't like that stuff, DO NOT READ ON!
Thank you for your time.
Part Two: Arise From The Ashes
Stage One: Remembering The Past and Focusing On The Here and Now
The great king shall rise from his ashes,
But he will be forever changed..........
Merged with four he shall be..........
The war shall start with him neutral.........
Nevertheless, in the end, he shall have to pick between good and evil...........
Pick well..................
*Silver Millennium*
The scene of the final battle right after Neptune is taken down........
Pluto looked up from his fallen friend, his eyes hidden by the bangs of his hair. He looked up at the one who had killed his friend and brother, and his eyes turned to expressionless.
The dragon who had destroyed his friend was the third most powerful in the army. This demon was Drakonis, the master of gravity. He was a pale faced, green-eyed dragon, very uncommon for the race of Demonos.
He wore the traditional demonos armor, their armor mimicking their appearance in their dragon forms. His was a black and green winged serpent.
He had fought and played with Neptune, waiting to destroy him in front of Pluto, to taunt him. He would not be played with, nor would he let his friends be hurt and used like this, that had happened once, not again, never again.
He stretched out and pulled his claw from subspace. He looked down at it. It's blue and gold metals and space crystal shown in the light. This was on of the three dark talismans made by Lord Ran, the Time Space Claw. It's claw edges used iron that hardened to the point of crystal, slimming it so even a flick could kill a normal human.
This was the second time he had had to use it, the first when he and the other five original knights had fought the dark Kami, Seiphroth, and had imprisoned him with his own power. The god of destruction had been sealed away tight.
He lifted the claw and slashed it at Drakonis, whispering, "Time Ripper...."
The bladed blast destroyed and recreated the space and time molecules wherever it's power roared through. The dragon transported and Pluto span and guarded from the kick, holding himself so that the magical properties of his armor took the brunt of the blast.
He was surprised when the kick crashed through his defenses and into his abdomen, crushing a couple ribs by the feel of it.
He, due to the force exerted on him, flew from the point of impact of the blast, crashing into the crystal walls of the moon palace. The prince seemed to be doping something, and shouted something in a language that was unfamiliar to him.
A blaze of red covered his vision, and was replaced by blackness for about two seconds, then saw a flash of silver.
Pain exploded from his shoulder. He looked there and saw a trio of claws extending from his opponent's hand and through his armor and shoulder blade.
He grimaced, if the claws of Drakonis could sear through his armor, it could easily sear through him. He would have to keep this battle both fast and precise, or a far away battle.
He didn't have time for a decision and slammed both of his feet into his opponent's chest. Drakonis was forced back by the force.
This was what Pluto needed. He gathered his energies and focused it through his talisman, ignoring the searing pain from his still damaged shoulder. He smashed his hand into the ground, yelling, "Space Tornado!!"
From the point where Pluto's fist hit the ground a funnel of space and temporal energy pan up and towards Drakonis, smashing in to him with the force of a truck, sucking the energy he had dry.
Drakonis snarled. This was supposed to stop him?! A funnel of energy sucking wind?! It was an insult at the very idea! If one could make it, one could dispel it. He raised his hands, created a counter spiral of wind energy, and sent it towards the temporal-space energy.
Where they blasts met, they canceled eachother out, their power extinguishing in a single instant.
The two combatants faced eachother, each bruised, each the same in power as the other.
Then they both charged in another flurry of kicks. Their legs colliding at the same time, as though it was someone hitting a mirror. They pan into a roundhouse kick and met, their legs stopping eachother. They transferred into a spin kick and at the point where their feet met, they both pushed off, both being forced farther away from eachother.
They both landed on the ground, both standing on one foot. They both slowly put their foot down and started charging their energies again.
Pluto charged his Ki into his hand as Ran had taught him. He gathers them as he did with the ethereal stream, taking internal and planet energies alike into his body.
They both put their hands up at the same time.
Theme: In The End....... (By Linkin Park)
"Sho da tou, mor ray dar....."
They mimicked eachothers motions as well as words, their voices casting an eerie mood over the battle......
"Power from the pits of darkness, darklord feared by his own kind....."
Red and black crackling balls of energy crackled in the hands of the two duelers, both holding their hands out in front of their chest, palms facing eachother.
"I summon thy power and let be called onto the world to destroy once again, power greater than nightmare's, chaos, destruction be called here to destroy the one who stands before me!"
Spirals of energy from all around swirled in an array of colors, all startling, all gather into destructive power. All the colors met and became pitch black light, though it wasn't supposed to, the darkness was shining.
"Omega Extinction!!!!"
The scream from both enemies signaled the release of the energy within their hands. The two beams colliding in a devastatingly powerful explosion. The shock wave form the blasts power was ripping the moon to shreds, rocks oready moving in the air, unaffected by gravity.
The two beams, both a dark red and a mid night black were putting a powerful strain on the spells' wielders.
The two god-like beings were being ripped apart by the power. There bodies both already illuminated by the power that was destroying them from the inside.
Then the two beams ceased, and there was an unbelievable explosion. Then with a foul swipe, all was silent, only the sight of two dissolving beings of light was the only thing that set the sight apart from the rest of the dark space that surrounded them.
As the scene moves in you see that the two beings are Pluto Knight and Drakonis. Pluto looked at himself and then at Drakonis.
"What the hell is happening here?"
"You are dying." said Drakonis simply.
"Don't you mean we are dying?"
"Nope, I can't die."
Drakonis laughed at his opponent. "Demonos Dragons can't die, we are all imbued with the power of immortality, unlike humans, and like the phoenix, we arise from our ashes and will come back again and again, until our purpose is fulfilled. You have just sacrificed yourself in a non win situation, you, unlike me, are not immortal, and will never come back."
Pluto looked at his enemy;"Nothing will be able to save you, not even you powers. I have cast a binding spell, which means, that you'll only come back to life when I awaken again, you cannot live again!"
Drakonis' primal scream was never heard, the last of his power was dissolved with him and his body. Pluto, before he was totally destroyed, could only say two words, his face a theater show of regret which shortly turned to acceptance, and then to confidence. He had sent his claw into the future, to hide it self, and to be there when he was in need of it again, which he knew he would.
His voice was utterly confident, considering he was about to die, as he said,
"Luck, Ran."
*Present, Dreamscape*
He opened his eyes, the gray orbs showing anger.
He was still in his dreams being forced to remember another one of the deaths that lay on his shoulders.
In one impossible instant, Pluto ceased to be, and became.... What? An object. Remains. Not a person, he still couldn't answer that question this day. Each flash of Pluto-his reckless grin so like Uranus. His eyes smoldering with fierce will mirroring Saturn, his effortlessly athletic warrior's grace, so much like his own.
The darkness flared again, becoming clearer and clearer until he could see again.
"Show me why I am here!!!"
The light flared, as if in response to his call.
*Silver Millennium*
He stood there.
Arm pads broken; armor cracked all over, the top part of his helmet ripped off. His gauntlets shining, the only part of his armor that still could. His arms hung limply at his sides, as though cut off from the puppet strings that once held them. Within his clenched hands was his weapon. The long shaft black and purple, intricate carvings etched into the sides.
Going up into a small spike that stretched out for about seven inches, a second black blade protruding form the end of the scythe, a crystal of violet ingrained into the center.
He smirked, though you couldn't see it under the bottom half of his helmet that was left. This was his weapon. The Silence Scythe. Created from the pits of darkness by the Dark Prince himself, Damien, stolen away by himself when he had taken an unexpected journey into the underworld to find Ryo.
The Scythe was Damiens weapon, his masterpiece. The Silence Glaive didn't even compare. This had more capabilities, more magic focus, the end of the blade created of an underworld metal, unknown to humans, and able to cut on the sub-atomic level. It was the second in line on the power scale of the three dark talismans, and had had yet to have had an equal other than the first in power on the scale of the dark talismans.
His light green eyes narrowed at his opponent, right now in its monster form.
The monster was a sickly black, armor pads of red burned into it's skin, now mostly ripped off. It's race, not of the Demonos, was unknown, but since powerful Cyreal had put him as his first in command, second only to himself. The Dragons name was Effreit, named after an ancient fire elemental. His name fit, he had to admit it.
His enemy was one hell of a fire user, even with his powers as Silence Knight, Lord Of Saturn, or as he liked to be called, Saturn, he was impressed by his show of power by the enemy in front of him. His opponent had been a peaceful Dragon, actually, they had found that Cyreal was also pretty reluctant to kill, thought the powers of his race that resided within him, increased by the Dark Lord Ultima, who had fought them once before and had escaped, had turned him into what the Dragon king was now, a being that thrived on others deaths and that had the natural urge to destroy or conquer. Effreit had been turned by the priest Doraes's, who had perished along with the oready dead dragons, dark magic.
He raised the weapon and slashed down, calling out one of his favorite attacks.
"Silence Scythe Strike!"
The Scythe was released from his hands and there was an echoing boom as its spin broke the sound barrier. The very space around the blade was altered and changed as it's dark energies surrounded it in a dark aura made up of all peoples dark feelings and fears, the effect made by the dark prince of hell himself.
The blade span and the Dragons tail was slashed off in a spray of blood. The glowing yellow blood spewed from the wound, spraying over the ground, turning it into a volcanic sea of yellow, bubbling and churning.
The Dragons form blurred and transformed into a shape of black light, writhing, ripping and reforming.
Saturn held up his hand and caught the Scythe that had flown back, unfazed by the impact on steel-like dragon skin. It hummed with energy as he put it to bear; holding it in front of himself as you would see a master hold a Bo staff. He span it, the sound of whistling coming from the spinning scythe, and stopped it on his wrist, its bladed end pointed into the sky.
His opponent was getting into a battle stance also, his transformation oready over. He stood in a cracked black and red armor, as was in his dragon form. Most of it broken off, revealing skin tanned and scarred, a gash on his back where a tail would be if it was ever there. The held in his hands the twin axes of fire, the Dragons Tongues.
His purple hair being pushed upwards by the energy he was reeking. His dark eyes, almost a sea of blackness, shown with a golden inner power, energy crackling within them like an ocean of ever flowing energy. Miniature fire tornadoes gathering around the axes of fire and he released his attack, fire spurting from the tips of the axes that were pointed in his direction as from the ground in powerful geysers of fire.
He felt the power of the attack that was coming towards him and threw his Scythe back to the sub-space pocket that it had come from. He put a spell that, if he didn't claim it again, it would bind to a human's soul in the future, waiting for him to find it again. He charged his energies into his arms and looked and the wave of energy rushing towards him.
All he could do was cross his arms over his chest and let them take the brunt of the blow for him. He was thrown back by the impact of the blast, blown into space. He righted himself and ignored the searing pain from the now melted gauntlets, throwing them off and flying back towards his opponent.
He gathered the power of silence in both of his hands condensing them into globes of clear, transparent, destruction. He threw them at his opponent with a yell of: "Silence Globe!"
When he saw the blasts coming towards him, the dragon quickly put his Dragon Tongues back to where they came from, a sub-space pocket, then prepared for inevitable coming of the blasts.
Effriet powered up and fired off a duet of fire globes, the second bigger and stronger than the first. The clear globes and the globes of fire collided in the air with a deafening explosion of light and deadly fire. It took the form of a globe and expanded out wards.
The two warriors held their arms in front of them, Saturn conjuring a gold wall of protective energy, and Effreit projecting a black shield of un-breakable power. The energy reached them and the power of their respective shields strained to withstand the amount of energy that was being forced on them. As the energy ceased, the warriors let down their barriers, smoke coming from their limbs, as though off two logs that had just caught fire.
The both disappeared and reappeared again in mid-air, to trade a volley of blows before disappearing again. They appeared on the ground with their arms crossed and then turned to face eachother, uncrossing their arms as they did so.
They seemed to disappear and reappear again in the same place, but you could see with each time they reappeared they had more and more bruises and cuts on their bodies. Then they disappeared and reappeared in the middle of the battlefield, both arms stretched out, twisting the offenders arm until it's position looked wrong as it was seemingly popped out of the arms socket.
Effreit quickly smashed Saturn in the side of his head with his foot as his opponent did the same to his chest with his knee. There was a loud crunching noise as both enemies were flung back again, both slamming their feet into the ground as a foot stop, but their bodies' momentum kept going and smashed deeper into the ground and farther away from their opponent.
They eventually stopped and stood there for a few more seconds. Their faces both unreadable as they regained their composer and stared at their opponent.
Both of the combatants' looked like they had gone through a supernova and lived, their bodies slashed and their armor almost fully ripped apart. The blood from the insides of their bodies covered their outsides in a gruesome display of red. Fire burned around Effreit and Saturn started to glow with a black aura, it's shape changing rapidly.
Effreit saw his opponent scoured by the black energy that surrounded his body. What was this, he had not ever felt such an evil power as this! The dark energy surrounding his opponent had started to take the shape of wings, seeming like they had spouted out of his back. Then the aura erased his opponent from view completely.
He smirked and started to cast a spell of binding, so that if Saturn was every reborn, he would be two, though it would be around twenty five years later due to the weak power of the spell, he had to save energy for the final battle with his opponent.
The black that had obscured his opponent had been pierced by two glowing yellow eyes, the energy of chaos started to flow over Saturn's body in white arks of electricity as the aura seeped into his skin, his eyes turning black.
Effreit bent his legs and braced his arms, unleashing all the barriers he had put on his energy, a spiral of black and red electricity flowing over his body in a constant flow, never braking for anyone. The area that he was in was bathed in a red iridescent glow as they he focused the power of his race, the power that was enough for the moon kingdom to kill them all for, now was his time to show them that he was not to be trifled with.
The green glow of his eyes and the sight of his hair being blown into the sky by his power was very eerie. He held his hands by his sides and charged energies to them. He snapped his hand out straight to the side, a sword of red energy extended from his hand, taking the form of claws. Black lightening occasionally streaked across them, but the red fire stayed constant.
He lifted the blade up to his face, then clenched his fist, making the claws grow longer, almost reaching a length of two feet now. He slowly lowered it to his side then looked at his opponent.
Saturn looked at what his target had done and they lifted his hand and concentrated, a cloud of dark energy forming around it, slowly forming into that of a long, slightly curved blade of black flame, ever burning in its power. He also lowered his hand to his side and started to slowly walk to the side of himself, his opponent doing the same, their pattern forming a circle........
Battle theme: Escaflowne, Main Theme
They circled eachother, waiting for a single moment, then struck. Both blurred and slammed into eachother, the energy of their blades spraying stray bolts of lightening from where the blades struck eachother, all focused in on one spot. It was like a glowing ball of energy was created where the blades clash, lightening shooting out from the middle in a constant stream.
Effreit showed that he certainly had the advantage in strength, forcing Saturn's blade away, setting him off balance. He struck and a spay of blood erupted from the wound on the skin over Saturn's ribs.
Saturn screamed, pain exploding from that part of his body. He jumped back from his opponent and released his mind hold on his blade, letting it disperse. He was breathing heavily and the bottom of his mask had been ripped off as well somewhere in their fight. He grimaced; they were both going to die now.
He decided that it was fruitless to put it off any longer and started to cast his final spell.
Final Theme: Slayers, Breeze (The Try Series Opening Theme)
He held his hand to his side, closing his eyes in concentration, focusing the power that this final spell required. Gold particles of energy started to gather in his closed fist.
"Spear of cold fire........"
Lightening crackled around his body, making him look like a being of energy.
"That which resides in the state of oblivion......"
"Power that is above all!"
Effreit looked at his opponent. He was the most worthy he had ever faced. He would likely fall with his enemy, both waiting to be born again, to fight once more.
"Damnation Lance!"
The energy suddenly crackled and formed a large lance. Saturn strained as he held the sword in his hands. This would be it. He ran at his opponent, who was putting his hands up to block.
Then, with a flash, he passed by. He stayed in the position of his slash ending, his hand extended, but no longer holding the lance.
"Most honorable of opponents and most dark of puppets, you have been freed, your remains of dark are confined to the pits of darkness, where which they came!"
A slash of light shown through his opponent, beams of light exiting him, then he was turned to ashes by a rising pillar of light that took the form of a dragon as it climbed towards the heavens.
Saturn stood in the same position for a few more seconds, before a wisp of wind swept by, blowing his body away in a dazzling display of light particles.
*Present, Dreamscape*
"Is that what you wanted to show me!? Another friend killed by my fault!?"
Saturn was his best friend.
He felt a cold breeze as he remembered that, he was not going to be anymore, after going what he went through he would very likely never want to see Saturn again. Distantly on that cool breeze he feels a knot of anger, at himself for becoming what he hand, of black rage at those had done it to him, of hurt and despair clenching ever tighter, ever harder, compressing itself to diamond and beyond, crushing it into powder, not having the time to deal with it.
He looked around him again, the scene oready changing again.
*Place Unknown, Time Unknown*
He looked at the pitiful human in front of him.
So this was called the moon kingdom, he was gonna have fun with this one.
He relished the thought of ruling over this place, creating a place of chaos, of which he fed on. He faintly heard his servant asking him what to do with the captive. He told him he would deal with his.
When his servant had left he looked at the pitiful being that was before him, and basking in the raw fear and sadness coming from it. He would end its misery, but not before having fun with it first.
His slammed his fist into and out the other side of, the human's chest. Then he took it out and started to crush the human's skull, laughing at the sounds it was making. The screaming was so rare where he came from; not many people didn't like the feel of pain there.
He dropped his 'toy' and smashed his knee into its face before holding it up again. He frowned. It wasn't supposed to die yet. He used his power to bring it back to life. He ripped its arm off and took in the smell of human blood.
He laughed as the pitiful human from the kingdom of the moon screamed and writhed in pain. He ripped through the weak things chest and ripped out its heart.
He smiled in satisfaction and incinerated the body. He looked up as his priest walked in.
"My lord, we have made plans for take over, but there is one problem..."
"My brother doesn't care if we don't trespass on his territory, so simply don't do it."
His priest nodded,"Is there anything you might require, my lord?"
"Another human please, they are so fun to torture, fear is seeping from their body like water from a sponge."
"Yes my lord."
The person waited for his next 'plaything' to be brought in, patiently.
*Present, Dreamscape*
"A part of me I have to live with."
The dream world flashed as though in anger to his statement.
"Are you going to ridicule me or show what I came here for? If it's the first one then please wake me up."
The world flashed white again and he looked on.
*Unknown World, sometime before the attack of the Demonos Dragons*
The little boy ran through the forest.
"Mama! Mama, where are you?!"
He ran through the forest and came to a clearing. He started to cry.
In the middle of the clearing stood a hanging corpse, his mother's. Next to it, he saw a hunter. One from the moon kingdom. His mind, child as it was, started to go into shutdown mode, the scene of his mother playing itself over and over again in his head.
He saw his brother, silver haired standing in front of the hunter.
"You killed our mother," He heard him say in a fierce voice,"Now your life is forfeit."
His brother moved to quick for even himself to see, and next he knew was the hunter's remains were being sprayed all over the clearing.
He heard shouting and he saw his father. He looked at his mother than at what his brother ad done. Instead of grieving he incinerated the corpse and congratulated his brother.
His father came over to him and saw that he had been crying. He shot a look of distaste towards him.
Then smashed him in the face with a knee.
"Boy, you will not cry now, you don't cry, that is the very weakest thing to do."
He shot him a disgusted glance again,"Now this is the punishment if you ever cry again, Prince Cyrex."
His father grabbed his head and smashed him into the ground, then slammed his hand through is stomach. Then he burned a mark of a traitor on his son's back, a circle with a cross in the inside of it, stretching out from the bottom.
He ended it by kicking sand in his son's face.
"When you learn to not cry, you will be able to come back to live with us, until then, I renounce you as my son, you are a disgrace, get out of my sight!"
His brother had been too caught up in all the attention he was getting for killing a hunter that he had not done anything to help him. He didn't even say anything to him, or when their mother had been incinerated.
He slowly lifted himself up and let out a roar. A stream of volcanic plasma shot out from his mouth, lighting up the night.
He stared down at his feet and his eyes glowed red from the usual silver they were. He would show them, he would get them for what they had done. He would be the most powerful soon, by any cost.
*10 Years Later*
A shadow rippled across the meadow, it's target ahead of it.
Its speed, faster than the wind. It came up to its target and looked around.
It was in the middle of a castle's courtyard, though it looked like a warped castle's courtyard. Bio metal of a twisted purple caste made up the castle and it's twisting towers.
The shadow came up from behind two guards and swiped out its hand, effectively decapitating them. He blew a blast of fire and incinerated them.
It wouldn't do for them to find out he was here just yet.
He made it up to the room he was meant to go to. He swung open the doors and saw that his father was awake.
"You, what are you doing hear?!"
"I have come to fulfill a promise, father, you die now."
He cast a spell on his father that he could only use once in his life. He had saved this once for his father.
He rose his hand and black cables of energy spiraled around his father holding him.
He ripped his fathers head of his shoulders, snapping,"How do you like it father, you will die now, I had cast a spell that negated your rebirth powers, now you get what you deserve for what you did to me!"
He watched silently as the blood spewed out of where his fathers head used to be, not leaving until there was no more blood left.
He laughed, darkly, when he looked back at his father's corpse.
"Old basterd. He said I was pathetic." He muttered, then walked away.
*Present, Dreamscape*
"Another part of the past of both of the two old souls I will have to live with, though it is.....Unsettling."
He sat down in a lotus position and closed his eyes.
"Show me and get it over with, I have things to do."
As the darkness flashed one again, he could still hear his own laughing.
*The Final Battle: Nemesis Versus Cyreal*
Nemesis ran at his opponent and they clashed again with an insane boom of punches and kicks. They stopped in the position of his opponent stopping his kick he had aimed at him with the back of his arm.
He jumped back and looked at his opponent. His silver hair was being raised in the air by his power. The fire of a killer burned in his eyes.
The dragon king looked at him and smiled.
"So, we come to a draw."
"No way, I never fight when it comes out a draw." He said with calm in his voice.
"So, I know, then let's fight now, boy."
Nemesis hated that name. It reminded him. He would kill Cyreal and the rest of his army after he was done with their king. He stood there and employed his forbidden powers.
The ground he stood on was turned to ice as he distorted the space around himself. Then, in a wisp of pure white, his disappeared.
So did his opponent. In the middle of the dome they were fighting in they appeared.
A spear of ice appeared out of Cyreal's left shoulder, as a spurt of fire appeared out of Nemesis's chest. The fight on the outside of the dome was going on, the moon versus the demonos.
People died all around them, but they only knew eachother, locked in the fury of battle they thrived on.
Before Nemesis could react, Cyreal thrust his hand around his throat, thrusting him into the air. He laughed and squeezed.
"Here ends the life of the warrior of the hidden planet Nemesis. This is pathetic, you are-"
He heard a cold laugh from his hands and saw Nemesis looking at him with cold eyes.
"What are you going to do, you are almost dead boy."
Then he felt his hand turn colder and colder and looked to find it covered in ice. He saw Nemesis smirk at him.
Nemesis smirked at Cyreal's look of outrage, then he slammed one of his free hands in a palm strike to Cyreal's stomach and his hold loosened. Then he did a flip kick to finish it.
He landed in a crouch and screamed out one of his attacks.
"Final Flame!"
A column of fire about ten feet in diameter engulfed Cyreal, shooting up to the heavens.
He took this time to summon his weapon, the final dark talisman, the most powerful, his creation. The Omega Sword. He used the power that had been left as a result of his battle with the dark lord, Ultima, to create it. Along with his own power, and the crystal of Omega, an artifact that he had used in his battle to distract Damien so the others could save Ryo. The blade was a masterpiece of power, and a terrifyingly wicked looking weapon.
Engraved in the hilt of the sword was the crystal, which was directly link to his power, so that he could always summon it wherever it was and it could only be used by himself. He had also, when he had done that, though unknowingly, summoned the Demon Lord Terra into his body and had fused with him.
The blade of the sword was crafted into a metal of darkness, slashing through everything, be it far away, or up close. He used his power to send his blade to the future, linking it to someone he knew would keep it safe, though unknowingly.
He looked back and was surprised to see that his opponent hadn't been hurt at all by the blast.
He knew he was going to regret using this but he knew it was the only way he could weaken all the dragons enough to seal them.
He charged much of his power into his fist and thrust it into the ground, whispering, "Oblivion."
There was a flash outside and all the Demonos Dragons were sent to their egg stages, them to a sealed sub universe of Nemesis's as he cast the spell to seal them there.
Cyreal looked at Nemesis in contempt. He had sealed those of the Demonos, he would die today.
"You just sealed all but two of an entire race, now what are you going to do about the last ones?"
Nemesis said nothing, just cupped his hands and started another of his spells. His opponent recognized it and his eyes narrowed slightly. He was going to finish him off then, I guess it's time to use my one ace in the hole.
"Within the sands of time your power lies,"
Blue and Black energy gathered into Nemesis's hands. Slowly, in small bolts of lightening.
"Lord of balance....."
Dark red energy gathered into Cyreals' hands with wisps of dark power.
"You run through the shadows of the forest of time.."
Nemesis started to move his hands over his head.
"One whose whim is to destroy and create..."
Cyreal moved his hands to the sides, straight out, an electric chain of energy connecting them.
"One whose call stands above all others....."
Nemesis's voice was almost a whisper as he closed his eyes. A tornado of golden energy was surrounding him now, energy crackling around the spiral.
A dark black ring of energy started to spin around Cyreal as he continued his spell.
"Whose power fuels existence, one who will destroy all!"
With his eyes closed, Nemesis continued.
"Let the power of time become mine to destroy the one in front of me."
The energy was becoming uncontrollably powerful as Cyreal said the next sentence.
"Grant me thy's power and let me be thy's avatar!"
Nemesis opened his eyes and whispered two words.
"Savage Roar."
Cyreal screamed as he said the last two words to the spell.
"Terra Slave!!!!!!"
As both energies collided, goldish-blue against crimson, Nemesis started to cast the spell of reincarnation on himself and the knights of his service. Thus, he was blown away when the two spell released their destructive power a globe of black darkness pulsing bigger with clashes of blue lightening bolt that ran over each side and around it in a spiral of dark and light fusion.
He back impacted against the Demonos barrier and he saw that Cyreal had the same done to him. The power was overwhelming for him and he could hardly hold it, after straining, he gave way to the power.
The energy smashed through his body at a rate that brought a lot of pain. Hot streaks of pain were constantly racing across his body, touching every nerve, making them pulsate with pain. Then, it all stopped.
He was left with white. His vision slowly came out of the sight of oblivion to look at Cyreal. He was laughing at him and he smirked at the dragon king.
"You won't get away this time, Cyreal."
His enemy felt the spell and stopped. He was right, he couldn't get away. Therefore, he stood there waiting for it, knowing that his tendencies would be passed on to his new self.
"Spirit of my body,
Bind me to the person
Who stands before me.
Let our mind, bodies, and spirits become one!"
"Soul Merge!"
It seemed to everyone out side of the globe that they had disappeared, though it was not so, yet. There were two globes of energy that were up in the sky, one red, one black.
They span together and merged to form a black sphere with golden streaks moving across it. The sphere rose up into the air, a image of a man with red and white hair appearing for a second, then blinked out of existence,
*Present, Dreamscape*
The person, with his eyes still closed, nodded.
"The moment the two old souls became one."
The darkness flashed again and it seemed that he wasn't done in his self-exploration just yet.
*Sometime after Nemesis found Ravira in bed with Teva and Pluto*
Nemesis stood in the middle of the room, glowing softly with the golden flame of his aura that burned around him as he sat in lotus position with his eyes closed. He had been doing this for about a month, thinking about the consequences of what he might do.
*Within his mind*
He sat in a small chair, darkness surrounding him, though his place lit up by a spotlight.
"You are sure." Stated a voice.
"That is correct. I have no need of these feelings, they are nothing but pain."
"Then do what you have decided."
*Back In The Room*
He opened his eyes and began to chant. To chant the spell of forbidden magic. To chant the spell that would forever change him and his life.
"Cold fire of the void......."
"You who waits to be free..........."
"Fuse with my body and soul, let your power become mine......"
"Destroy the weakness of feeling."
"Cold Freedom."
Before he fainted, he felt a sucking sensation and then a cold feeling of power.
*Present, Dreamscape*
The person flinched for the first time as he felt resentment.
"That was a mistake that should have been never made. It just brought bad feelings."
The last thing he felt was the fear from his stay with the Demonos.
*Present*
"Sir, it will be drop time in five minutes."
He nodded to dismiss the person.
He had come back. He had come back to find himself. To find answers to why he was here and what he was here to do.
He had come back to where it had all started.
Crystal Tokyo.
Next Time: Stage Two, Return to Tokyo.
Xion Fang,
Signing Off.