'Allo! ( I bet you're beginning to miss the old days when I didn't leave
any little messages, aren't you?)
I know I said I would screw homework for a while, buy I had a test coming. It took me by surprise. A days surprise to be exact. I locked myself in my room, pulled out the internet connection and turned into a hermit until I finished the damn thing. Worst part is, it wasn't a math test. It was a Norwegian test O_O. (ALL HAIL MY INABILITY TO PAY ATTENTION IN CLASS! YEAH!) That one's gonna show on my report card. . .
. . .
. . . Evil teachers. . .
. . . Spawns of hell, I say!
Henchmen of Beelzebub!
666!
EEEEEEVIL!
RU-PAUL BAD!
*Mumble grumble* Just wait until I take over the world. (School)Book burning for everyone!
Anyway, after I got done gawking at the test (Managed to do SOMETHING, at least) and got my ass home, I needed to burn away the horror with meaningless slaughter, and pointless romance. (Hello, 'Inuyasha'. Nice to watch your show again. What? You're going to hack a demon to pieces, and then woo Kagome afterwards because you pissed her off? SWEET! *Watches anime for a few hours* Ok, with that down lets move on to writing. Hey, are those the FLCL episodes I was downloading?! KICKASS! *After a while of this gruesome cycle, I run out of space on my machine, and have to something about it. I decide not to, and start on this chapter. A few sentences later.* YAWN. So sleepy. Need. . . Slleeeeeeeep. . . Zzzzzzzzzz) After that, I needed to read\watch something for inspiration. ('Inuyasha' again? Where do I keep putting these? I swear to god they're stalking me. *Another few hours later* Hey, maybe Megatokyo has a new strip? Or maybe 'Under Power'? *Yet another few hours later* Alright, gotta wright now. Hey, is that . . . O_O)
And today, we were struck down by a sudden snowstorm (Which left after only a few hours, strangely enough. You'd think we'd get more, being this far north), and which I was perplexed with. (HOLY F-¤#%-ING SHIT! WHERE DID *THAT* COME FROM?! WHAT THE F-#¤# HAPPENED TO ALL MY SUN?! IS THIS SOME ODD, FREAKISH JOKE THAT ONLY THE OMNIPOTENT CAN UNDERSTAND?! WHYYYYYYYYY?! *sob*) I sat and watched the snowflakes float by, something I have a strange tendency to do.
Anyway, I decided to get on with things now (Don't have any new animes on my machine, virus killed all my games, brother borrowing the game's cds :'c. I had to do SOMETHING. (Okay, so I drew a few pictures before getting to the writing, but I'm entitled to doodle my own characters, right? Right?)), as I've been putting the adventure off for about eight chapters. (Also, I'm currently under the influence of evil character themes, so evilness must ensue.) 'N' now we ENTER the plot I've been preparing you all for. MWUHAHAHA!!!
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Chapter XI: The Adventure Rears Its Ugly Head (Again)
Jarred entered the shower room on the sixty-fourth floor. Elena stood by the door, closing it silently after him. Jarred thoroughly inspected the room before hazarding to remove his shoulder guard.
In the next room he could hear the sound of running water.
"Must leave the things on all day." Jarred remarked airily, and moved in to check up on this.
What he saw made his eyes go wide as plates.
He retreated, grabbing his shoulder guard quickly, and zooming out the door. Elena was sitting in chair opposite of the door, pulling out her cell phone. She stopped halfway, and regarded Jarred with a funny look.
"Weren't you going to take a shower?" She asked.
Jarred was gasping, the sight having forced him to forget how to breath.
"There, are, other, PEOPLE, in, there!" He said between gasps.
Elena shrugged.
"It's a public shower."
Jarred stopped breathing for minute, before the immediate lack of air demanded his to start doing so again.
"You mean there are MORE of those?!" He asked in shock. "FILTHY!" He shouted, strapping the shoulder guard on once again. "How do you people live like this?! MONSTROUS!" *
Elena watched with curious amusement at the spectacle Jarred was making. He had walked into the exercising room, grabbed a treadmill and slung it over his back with a deep grunt. He used this to barricade the door shut. He repeated doing this until it became hard to see the door at all. The warrior smiled on his work, obviously pleased with himself.
"There, now we don't have to worry about anyone ever going in there again."
Someone tried opening to door on the other side, but the barricade provided prevented any such thing. There were many colourful words that flew from behind the barricade, while Jarred watched grimly.
"That's what you get for being foul people! S" He said return, ignoring the terrible curses hurled in his general direction.
Elena giggled at this. It struck her as funny for some reason. It was just the pure madness of it that made it so damned funny. Jarred cast a stern eye in her direction.
"I see nothing funny. Cleansing oneself is for one person only, and should never be done in the company of others. That's just gross." Jarred shivered.
Elena studied Jarred's thin chest, which was still covered blood from the battle, and where a large circular scar lay where Vincent's bullet had hit him. She looked further down, and saw that just about every part of him was blood spattered. It slightly sickening, really.
"You're covered with blood, but you won't take a shower. You kill things for fun, but you adopt homeless children. You're a strange person, Jarred."
As the topic of his adopted daughter came up he suddenly realized that she wasn't around. And for as long as he had known Joan, he knew she could do some pretty cool things if she put her mind too it. It was a bit nerve wracking to think that someone her age with that much power on her own. Even Jarred knew that was a bad thing. (Albeit fun, at the same time bad. Morals didn't go very far with Jarred. He had four generalizations. Fun, boring, good, bad. No in-betweens) A small bit of worry began to well up inside of Jarred.
"Speaking of which, do you know where Joan is? I haven't seen her since THEY took me away." Jarred said, casting a quick glance around the room.
"I left her with Reno-" It only took Elena half a second to realize the flaw in this. Reno. Child. Female. The three just didn't go together. **
Jarred cocked his head to one side.
"Reno? The red-head guy? He's fun." He said. Suddenly he remembered how exactly Reno was. "Holy shit!" And drew his hand axe then and there.
~Damn, you'd think he'd had been in AVALANCHE since the beginning.~ She said as she saw how Jarred reacted.
"Bring me to him NOW. Someones gonna die if he pisses Joan off!" He said in an urgent voice to Elena, with the look of someone who had just found that someone was trying to summon METEOR once again.
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Cloud stood beside Cid in the control room, accompanied by Nox Seran. The demon was proving to be VERY useful, as it had eons of knowledge packed into the muddled head of his. For example, the demon had summoned a complete map of air currents, but was written in demonic. Fortunately, Nox Seran had translated it and Cid had read it off with a look of deeply suppressed joy. After Cid was done mapping out the course which would be quickest, (Nox Seran had set up his own puppet show during this, about the terrible sin that was love, much to both Cid and Cloud's great amusement.) he began making the preparations for the trip to the north. Cloud watched Nox Seran as he began playing with his puppets once again, but this time one was big and fanged, and the other was small and furry. Cloud could predict with ease what would happen after that. The two puppets engaged, and a cloud mysteriously shrouded their fight. Sometimes something would fly out of the cloud, and land on the floor with a thump, but what fascinated Cloud the most was the fact that Nox Seran was staring at the spectacle with a wide grin on his face. Eventually, the cloud dissipated, revealing the terrible state in which the smaller puppet was in. Its head had torn torn to shreds (How had that been done? Unless Nox Seran a hidden arm, he shouldn't have been able to cut those hole. . .) and several large gashes lay in the fabric of the shirt the puppet wore. The larger, meaner puppet had survived without a scratch, with a snug, toothy smile on its face.
Cloud raised an eyebrow. All he had seen of demons this far had been Vincent's transformations, and he had assumed that demons weren't nice people. Nox Seran contrasted with this idea starkly, almost seeming approachable.
Nox Seran tossed the puppets away, and reached behind his back for something. (Cloud was sure that the demon had had nothing behind there earlier. What could that demon be up to?)
Suddenly, as if in a deliberate defiance of every law of physics out there, Nox Seran whipped out the biggest mallet Cloud had ever seen. It was as big himself, at least. But what made it even more terrifying was the way Nox Seran wielded with ease, even holding it with one hand.
"If you excuse me, I sense something I must take care of." He said, and promptly excused himself.
Cloud watched the demon stalk out of the Highwind carrying his mallet lightly over his shoulder.
"I'll be back in a little bit." ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Ghost stood against the window frame of the Highwind cockpit. It wasn't as if anyone had seen him. His magic wouldn't allow such. He had been watching Nox Seran ever since their encounter on the rope ladder. He was on strict orders from Wraith to make sure that the demon didn't get close enough to Jarred to kill him. If that happened then all was lost. Back to square one. Find a new Prince Of Darkness. Another couple of eons in the shadows. Of course, Ghost had no hope of surviving that span of time. Neither did Wraith or Spectre. They weren't REAL Half-Breeds, not like Jarred ***. They would all die of old age before a new Prince Of Darkness was even CONCEIVED of, and Jarred was their only hope of ever being able to become true Half- Breeds.
He watched as Cloud re-entered the cockpit, with a look of worry on his face.
Ghost sighed, and pulled out his pistol. Nox Seran was on the loose.
Ghost smiled. Anything for the Prince Of Darkness. Demons must die.
Ghost let his spell dissipate, and coolly followed after Nox Seran, ignoring Cloud's surprised expression as he seemed to materialize from nowhere.
Ghost coolly walked out of the Highwind, tracking done the magical traces left by Nox Seran.
Cloud stood alone in the cockpit. He suddenly felt very confused, and in the dark about a frighteningly large amount of things.
"I wish everything would just find a new person to bother." He said while sighing.
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The Shadowlord threw his crystal ball away, and listened with some pleasure as it smashed into non-existence. He was very pissed, due to the fact that Kahn was a total, egotistic bastard, and that Nox Seran was a grudge- bearing, gibbering maniac with a large arsenal of magic to back him up.
The blackness that covered their realm was really inconvenient at the moment, as it was currently shrouding his black aura of pure evilness. Or something that came very close. Pure general meanness. Yes, that sounded right. Pure, general meanness.
The Shadowlord had called a Council meeting a while back, with the remaining six Council members. All were beginning to get a nervous look on their faces, probably due to the fact that the Shadowlord was sending demons out into the realm of the living, and pitting demon against demon, as well as the newly realized pronunciation of a Ti Me' Ka against the Prince Of Darkness. That meant total war, and currently the only warriors on standby were Nox Seran and possibly Kahn, who had been sentenced to death for his brash acts of fury.
The Council had agreed that in the act that the Half-Breeds continued threatening Nox Seran's life, then the war would begin. All available demons would be immediately released, including the entire Council (The Council had demanded that. There was no way in hell that they would WATCH a war when they had the chance to FIGHT it.) And, for the first time for many a millennia, the Shadowlord himself.
It would be a scary affair, the second he took a step onto the living realm, because if he died there then that would be the end, tight there. But, there really wasn't any other choice. He was the equalizer. The Half- Breeds had their Prince Of Darkness AND their queen, which made them a force to dealt with, even by an omnipotent being such as himself.
Truth be told, then he was looking forward to the battle too. He WAS a demon, after all. He was SUPPOSED to enjoy a good war that he would play the most important role in. He may have risen to the point of near godliness, but that didn't mean he had distanced himself from the rest of his race. Who would worship him if was all powerful, but wouldn't help his own people? That would be a poor god indeed.
But this wasn't why he was mad. He was mad because to return to the world, he would need to acquire a new form, a physical one. (The guise he used as a body did NOT count as a body, as it was only a distortion of reality that he had formed long ago to serve as a body. It didn't really exist in the physical world.) He had run into trouble with when trying to make the skeletal structure, because he really didn't know what he wanted to look like. He had been trying to construct something that he would have judged as terrifying, but was being met with some difficulty. For one, he didn't really regard anything as terrifying. No matter what it was, he always knew that was far more powerful. It was one thing to THINK you were god****, but quite another to have creatures that could only be called the forces of darkness regard you as their unquestionable ruler, even above their own would-be kings. Nothing really struck him as scary.
He had formed a beast with the body of a wolf, but with two skulls for heads and a pair of black dragon wings, but that was merely eyebrow raising. Not terribly scary. Another time he had tried to form a monster that could shift form, but all it had managed to do was melt itself. Apparently it couldn't HOLD any form. Now, he was going for something simple. He was taking the human form, a time worn guise, but was putting into a sinister design. For instance, crimson symbols crawled, literally (They moved up its body), up the body, and disappeared into its hair, which was coloured an ominous shade of red, with black streaks in it. In the middle of the hair six bangs jutted upwards, slanted slightly backwards, while the rest of his hair merely struck in a upwardly diagonal direction. The eyes were slanted, and as blue as the sea. The mouth was a sea of sinister, sharp fangs, which spoke volumes of just how they did their work. Crowning all this a simple, almost unnoticeable, symbol on its forehead, which meant in the demon tongue, quite simply as well, 'Mean'. It was the laugh of his newest form.
He was satisfied with this, but something was missing. Suddenly it struck him.
A pair of black wings, with gashes of crimson running across it, sprouted from its back suddenly, and two horns twisted out from non-existence, out from the side of the head and running upwards. (Like a bull's horns.) The Shadowlord smiled. Now THAT wasn't terrifying. THAT was just plain cool. He pushed his conciseness into the new form, seizing control of his new body. The previous form he had taken, which was now no longer in use, crumbled to the ground (Or whatever served as ground over there) in a heap of dust.
The Shadowlord flexed his muscles experimentally. To his great satisfaction they obeyed his command, and he was able lift his hands. He flapped his wings with the greatest strength he could, and was pleased to feel his feet leave the ground.
"I rock." The Shadowlord said, in a shockingly unfamiliar voice.
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I've started leaving fun little footnotes for some reason. It struck as the thing to do. Just match the amount of stars with the amount below, and you'll find yourself a nice little footnote that I for one find funny. But I've been told that I'm freakish, and just plain weird, so I don't really expect you to laugh at everything. Also, not everything is one big joke down here, but you'll be able to point out obvious serious-ness. (I've also been told I can't stay serious for more than two seconds, as it clogs up my brain with useless explanations and strangles my creativity with the black cord of boredom. I rather liked that explanation.)
*: This is just one of my random thingamajigs. Don't ask why. I just wanted to make Jarred into a homicidal, childish, clean freak. Struck me as funny one day. Jarred with an apron on, a choo-choo train in one hand and a bloody axe in the other, and a broom strapped to his back. Hehehe. Ooh! A chef hat! BWAHAHAHA! I am seriously going to have to draw that, and put it in a frame. Even if it's only to provide a brainwash for all the HORROR that was my terrible flunking action.
**: I am NOT saying that Reno is a paedophile. I'm just saying a little girl and Reno are a bad combination, as Reno would eventually either gouge his eyes out or zap her to death.
***: This will play a part later on, so remember it. *Starts hypnotizing* YOU WILL REMEMBER. RRREEEEEEEEEMMMBEEEERRR!
****: I don't think I'm god. I KNOW I'm god, bebe. FEAR MY WRATH (Or slow updates, if you will)
Hey! I downloaded more anime! Sweet! Screw this, I'm gonna watch it!
I know I said I would screw homework for a while, buy I had a test coming. It took me by surprise. A days surprise to be exact. I locked myself in my room, pulled out the internet connection and turned into a hermit until I finished the damn thing. Worst part is, it wasn't a math test. It was a Norwegian test O_O. (ALL HAIL MY INABILITY TO PAY ATTENTION IN CLASS! YEAH!) That one's gonna show on my report card. . .
. . .
. . . Evil teachers. . .
. . . Spawns of hell, I say!
Henchmen of Beelzebub!
666!
EEEEEEVIL!
RU-PAUL BAD!
*Mumble grumble* Just wait until I take over the world. (School)Book burning for everyone!
Anyway, after I got done gawking at the test (Managed to do SOMETHING, at least) and got my ass home, I needed to burn away the horror with meaningless slaughter, and pointless romance. (Hello, 'Inuyasha'. Nice to watch your show again. What? You're going to hack a demon to pieces, and then woo Kagome afterwards because you pissed her off? SWEET! *Watches anime for a few hours* Ok, with that down lets move on to writing. Hey, are those the FLCL episodes I was downloading?! KICKASS! *After a while of this gruesome cycle, I run out of space on my machine, and have to something about it. I decide not to, and start on this chapter. A few sentences later.* YAWN. So sleepy. Need. . . Slleeeeeeeep. . . Zzzzzzzzzz) After that, I needed to read\watch something for inspiration. ('Inuyasha' again? Where do I keep putting these? I swear to god they're stalking me. *Another few hours later* Hey, maybe Megatokyo has a new strip? Or maybe 'Under Power'? *Yet another few hours later* Alright, gotta wright now. Hey, is that . . . O_O)
And today, we were struck down by a sudden snowstorm (Which left after only a few hours, strangely enough. You'd think we'd get more, being this far north), and which I was perplexed with. (HOLY F-¤#%-ING SHIT! WHERE DID *THAT* COME FROM?! WHAT THE F-#¤# HAPPENED TO ALL MY SUN?! IS THIS SOME ODD, FREAKISH JOKE THAT ONLY THE OMNIPOTENT CAN UNDERSTAND?! WHYYYYYYYYY?! *sob*) I sat and watched the snowflakes float by, something I have a strange tendency to do.
Anyway, I decided to get on with things now (Don't have any new animes on my machine, virus killed all my games, brother borrowing the game's cds :'c. I had to do SOMETHING. (Okay, so I drew a few pictures before getting to the writing, but I'm entitled to doodle my own characters, right? Right?)), as I've been putting the adventure off for about eight chapters. (Also, I'm currently under the influence of evil character themes, so evilness must ensue.) 'N' now we ENTER the plot I've been preparing you all for. MWUHAHAHA!!!
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Chapter XI: The Adventure Rears Its Ugly Head (Again)
Jarred entered the shower room on the sixty-fourth floor. Elena stood by the door, closing it silently after him. Jarred thoroughly inspected the room before hazarding to remove his shoulder guard.
In the next room he could hear the sound of running water.
"Must leave the things on all day." Jarred remarked airily, and moved in to check up on this.
What he saw made his eyes go wide as plates.
He retreated, grabbing his shoulder guard quickly, and zooming out the door. Elena was sitting in chair opposite of the door, pulling out her cell phone. She stopped halfway, and regarded Jarred with a funny look.
"Weren't you going to take a shower?" She asked.
Jarred was gasping, the sight having forced him to forget how to breath.
"There, are, other, PEOPLE, in, there!" He said between gasps.
Elena shrugged.
"It's a public shower."
Jarred stopped breathing for minute, before the immediate lack of air demanded his to start doing so again.
"You mean there are MORE of those?!" He asked in shock. "FILTHY!" He shouted, strapping the shoulder guard on once again. "How do you people live like this?! MONSTROUS!" *
Elena watched with curious amusement at the spectacle Jarred was making. He had walked into the exercising room, grabbed a treadmill and slung it over his back with a deep grunt. He used this to barricade the door shut. He repeated doing this until it became hard to see the door at all. The warrior smiled on his work, obviously pleased with himself.
"There, now we don't have to worry about anyone ever going in there again."
Someone tried opening to door on the other side, but the barricade provided prevented any such thing. There were many colourful words that flew from behind the barricade, while Jarred watched grimly.
"That's what you get for being foul people! S" He said return, ignoring the terrible curses hurled in his general direction.
Elena giggled at this. It struck her as funny for some reason. It was just the pure madness of it that made it so damned funny. Jarred cast a stern eye in her direction.
"I see nothing funny. Cleansing oneself is for one person only, and should never be done in the company of others. That's just gross." Jarred shivered.
Elena studied Jarred's thin chest, which was still covered blood from the battle, and where a large circular scar lay where Vincent's bullet had hit him. She looked further down, and saw that just about every part of him was blood spattered. It slightly sickening, really.
"You're covered with blood, but you won't take a shower. You kill things for fun, but you adopt homeless children. You're a strange person, Jarred."
As the topic of his adopted daughter came up he suddenly realized that she wasn't around. And for as long as he had known Joan, he knew she could do some pretty cool things if she put her mind too it. It was a bit nerve wracking to think that someone her age with that much power on her own. Even Jarred knew that was a bad thing. (Albeit fun, at the same time bad. Morals didn't go very far with Jarred. He had four generalizations. Fun, boring, good, bad. No in-betweens) A small bit of worry began to well up inside of Jarred.
"Speaking of which, do you know where Joan is? I haven't seen her since THEY took me away." Jarred said, casting a quick glance around the room.
"I left her with Reno-" It only took Elena half a second to realize the flaw in this. Reno. Child. Female. The three just didn't go together. **
Jarred cocked his head to one side.
"Reno? The red-head guy? He's fun." He said. Suddenly he remembered how exactly Reno was. "Holy shit!" And drew his hand axe then and there.
~Damn, you'd think he'd had been in AVALANCHE since the beginning.~ She said as she saw how Jarred reacted.
"Bring me to him NOW. Someones gonna die if he pisses Joan off!" He said in an urgent voice to Elena, with the look of someone who had just found that someone was trying to summon METEOR once again.
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Cloud stood beside Cid in the control room, accompanied by Nox Seran. The demon was proving to be VERY useful, as it had eons of knowledge packed into the muddled head of his. For example, the demon had summoned a complete map of air currents, but was written in demonic. Fortunately, Nox Seran had translated it and Cid had read it off with a look of deeply suppressed joy. After Cid was done mapping out the course which would be quickest, (Nox Seran had set up his own puppet show during this, about the terrible sin that was love, much to both Cid and Cloud's great amusement.) he began making the preparations for the trip to the north. Cloud watched Nox Seran as he began playing with his puppets once again, but this time one was big and fanged, and the other was small and furry. Cloud could predict with ease what would happen after that. The two puppets engaged, and a cloud mysteriously shrouded their fight. Sometimes something would fly out of the cloud, and land on the floor with a thump, but what fascinated Cloud the most was the fact that Nox Seran was staring at the spectacle with a wide grin on his face. Eventually, the cloud dissipated, revealing the terrible state in which the smaller puppet was in. Its head had torn torn to shreds (How had that been done? Unless Nox Seran a hidden arm, he shouldn't have been able to cut those hole. . .) and several large gashes lay in the fabric of the shirt the puppet wore. The larger, meaner puppet had survived without a scratch, with a snug, toothy smile on its face.
Cloud raised an eyebrow. All he had seen of demons this far had been Vincent's transformations, and he had assumed that demons weren't nice people. Nox Seran contrasted with this idea starkly, almost seeming approachable.
Nox Seran tossed the puppets away, and reached behind his back for something. (Cloud was sure that the demon had had nothing behind there earlier. What could that demon be up to?)
Suddenly, as if in a deliberate defiance of every law of physics out there, Nox Seran whipped out the biggest mallet Cloud had ever seen. It was as big himself, at least. But what made it even more terrifying was the way Nox Seran wielded with ease, even holding it with one hand.
"If you excuse me, I sense something I must take care of." He said, and promptly excused himself.
Cloud watched the demon stalk out of the Highwind carrying his mallet lightly over his shoulder.
"I'll be back in a little bit." ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Ghost stood against the window frame of the Highwind cockpit. It wasn't as if anyone had seen him. His magic wouldn't allow such. He had been watching Nox Seran ever since their encounter on the rope ladder. He was on strict orders from Wraith to make sure that the demon didn't get close enough to Jarred to kill him. If that happened then all was lost. Back to square one. Find a new Prince Of Darkness. Another couple of eons in the shadows. Of course, Ghost had no hope of surviving that span of time. Neither did Wraith or Spectre. They weren't REAL Half-Breeds, not like Jarred ***. They would all die of old age before a new Prince Of Darkness was even CONCEIVED of, and Jarred was their only hope of ever being able to become true Half- Breeds.
He watched as Cloud re-entered the cockpit, with a look of worry on his face.
Ghost sighed, and pulled out his pistol. Nox Seran was on the loose.
Ghost smiled. Anything for the Prince Of Darkness. Demons must die.
Ghost let his spell dissipate, and coolly followed after Nox Seran, ignoring Cloud's surprised expression as he seemed to materialize from nowhere.
Ghost coolly walked out of the Highwind, tracking done the magical traces left by Nox Seran.
Cloud stood alone in the cockpit. He suddenly felt very confused, and in the dark about a frighteningly large amount of things.
"I wish everything would just find a new person to bother." He said while sighing.
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The Shadowlord threw his crystal ball away, and listened with some pleasure as it smashed into non-existence. He was very pissed, due to the fact that Kahn was a total, egotistic bastard, and that Nox Seran was a grudge- bearing, gibbering maniac with a large arsenal of magic to back him up.
The blackness that covered their realm was really inconvenient at the moment, as it was currently shrouding his black aura of pure evilness. Or something that came very close. Pure general meanness. Yes, that sounded right. Pure, general meanness.
The Shadowlord had called a Council meeting a while back, with the remaining six Council members. All were beginning to get a nervous look on their faces, probably due to the fact that the Shadowlord was sending demons out into the realm of the living, and pitting demon against demon, as well as the newly realized pronunciation of a Ti Me' Ka against the Prince Of Darkness. That meant total war, and currently the only warriors on standby were Nox Seran and possibly Kahn, who had been sentenced to death for his brash acts of fury.
The Council had agreed that in the act that the Half-Breeds continued threatening Nox Seran's life, then the war would begin. All available demons would be immediately released, including the entire Council (The Council had demanded that. There was no way in hell that they would WATCH a war when they had the chance to FIGHT it.) And, for the first time for many a millennia, the Shadowlord himself.
It would be a scary affair, the second he took a step onto the living realm, because if he died there then that would be the end, tight there. But, there really wasn't any other choice. He was the equalizer. The Half- Breeds had their Prince Of Darkness AND their queen, which made them a force to dealt with, even by an omnipotent being such as himself.
Truth be told, then he was looking forward to the battle too. He WAS a demon, after all. He was SUPPOSED to enjoy a good war that he would play the most important role in. He may have risen to the point of near godliness, but that didn't mean he had distanced himself from the rest of his race. Who would worship him if was all powerful, but wouldn't help his own people? That would be a poor god indeed.
But this wasn't why he was mad. He was mad because to return to the world, he would need to acquire a new form, a physical one. (The guise he used as a body did NOT count as a body, as it was only a distortion of reality that he had formed long ago to serve as a body. It didn't really exist in the physical world.) He had run into trouble with when trying to make the skeletal structure, because he really didn't know what he wanted to look like. He had been trying to construct something that he would have judged as terrifying, but was being met with some difficulty. For one, he didn't really regard anything as terrifying. No matter what it was, he always knew that was far more powerful. It was one thing to THINK you were god****, but quite another to have creatures that could only be called the forces of darkness regard you as their unquestionable ruler, even above their own would-be kings. Nothing really struck him as scary.
He had formed a beast with the body of a wolf, but with two skulls for heads and a pair of black dragon wings, but that was merely eyebrow raising. Not terribly scary. Another time he had tried to form a monster that could shift form, but all it had managed to do was melt itself. Apparently it couldn't HOLD any form. Now, he was going for something simple. He was taking the human form, a time worn guise, but was putting into a sinister design. For instance, crimson symbols crawled, literally (They moved up its body), up the body, and disappeared into its hair, which was coloured an ominous shade of red, with black streaks in it. In the middle of the hair six bangs jutted upwards, slanted slightly backwards, while the rest of his hair merely struck in a upwardly diagonal direction. The eyes were slanted, and as blue as the sea. The mouth was a sea of sinister, sharp fangs, which spoke volumes of just how they did their work. Crowning all this a simple, almost unnoticeable, symbol on its forehead, which meant in the demon tongue, quite simply as well, 'Mean'. It was the laugh of his newest form.
He was satisfied with this, but something was missing. Suddenly it struck him.
A pair of black wings, with gashes of crimson running across it, sprouted from its back suddenly, and two horns twisted out from non-existence, out from the side of the head and running upwards. (Like a bull's horns.) The Shadowlord smiled. Now THAT wasn't terrifying. THAT was just plain cool. He pushed his conciseness into the new form, seizing control of his new body. The previous form he had taken, which was now no longer in use, crumbled to the ground (Or whatever served as ground over there) in a heap of dust.
The Shadowlord flexed his muscles experimentally. To his great satisfaction they obeyed his command, and he was able lift his hands. He flapped his wings with the greatest strength he could, and was pleased to feel his feet leave the ground.
"I rock." The Shadowlord said, in a shockingly unfamiliar voice.
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I've started leaving fun little footnotes for some reason. It struck as the thing to do. Just match the amount of stars with the amount below, and you'll find yourself a nice little footnote that I for one find funny. But I've been told that I'm freakish, and just plain weird, so I don't really expect you to laugh at everything. Also, not everything is one big joke down here, but you'll be able to point out obvious serious-ness. (I've also been told I can't stay serious for more than two seconds, as it clogs up my brain with useless explanations and strangles my creativity with the black cord of boredom. I rather liked that explanation.)
*: This is just one of my random thingamajigs. Don't ask why. I just wanted to make Jarred into a homicidal, childish, clean freak. Struck me as funny one day. Jarred with an apron on, a choo-choo train in one hand and a bloody axe in the other, and a broom strapped to his back. Hehehe. Ooh! A chef hat! BWAHAHAHA! I am seriously going to have to draw that, and put it in a frame. Even if it's only to provide a brainwash for all the HORROR that was my terrible flunking action.
**: I am NOT saying that Reno is a paedophile. I'm just saying a little girl and Reno are a bad combination, as Reno would eventually either gouge his eyes out or zap her to death.
***: This will play a part later on, so remember it. *Starts hypnotizing* YOU WILL REMEMBER. RRREEEEEEEEEMMMBEEEERRR!
****: I don't think I'm god. I KNOW I'm god, bebe. FEAR MY WRATH (Or slow updates, if you will)
Hey! I downloaded more anime! Sweet! Screw this, I'm gonna watch it!
