People, I have some shocking news. Some people may not believe it, I made
FF 7. Square just stole it from me when I wasn't looking.
No, wait, I think that's wrong. I think *I* stole it from *SQUARE* when they weren't looking. Or maybe I. . .
Natsumi, if you make me fanart, I promise that I'll steer this fic anywhere you want. Well, maybe not, but I'll listen to what you say, which is more than what other people get.
Anyway, I guess I DON'T own FF7 either way.
Hey, guess what? I DON'T have exams soon! I have 'em in one week! YEAH! PANIC TIME *OVER*!
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Chapter XVI: Bring The Violence
Jarred Rath dragged a soggy body out of the sea, and slung it over his shoulder.
"oof" He groaned. "You're a heavy one, aren't ya?"
He was cold, tired, and thoroughly disgruntled, but some internal moral fibre (or what passed for moral fibre) inside him raged at him to take care of the person who was unable to do so on their own. Besides, what else was he going to do? Invade Cosmo Canyon? Jarred made very sure that he was ignoring the fact that he had, in fact, demanded a chain of islands from Wutai, and had received them.
The Half-Breed walked away from the beech, as tired as he was, towards the forest which lay to the north. The excavation people would help him. He knew a couple of people there. They would help.
He looked up at the sky once again, and noticed for the first time that the moon was on the rise.
Jarred Shuddered.
He had to get to the forest before nightfall.
It wasn't safe for him at night.
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Cid cursed loudly. He was currently chewing Nox Seran out, for not predicting the storm
"YOU STUPID SON OF A #%¤#¤#%¤#/¤#!" He shouted, waving his arms in exclamation "WE LOST TWO PEOPLE BECAUSE YOU COULDN'T SEE THAT ONE COMIN'!"
Wraith was currently being forced away from he demon by the LoS riders, who were having trouble with the strange warrior.
"I WILL MAKE THE LAND FLOW WITH YOUR BLOOD IF WE CAN'T FIND THE PRINCE! YOU WILL ALL DIE PAINFUL DEATHS!" He screamed, surprising everyone with his shattered silence. No one had heard the warrior speak. Ever. Now he was screaming, which was setting everyone on edge. It didn't bid well when someone like that screams out death threats.
Ghost and Spectre stood behind him, grimly supporting their manic leader. At times like these it was common sense to support Wraith.
The demon writhed uncomfortably.
"I'm not a GOD! I can't tell the weather! That's what the CETRA were for!" He returned, folding his arms crossly. Imagine, these HUMANS, and Half- Breeds, treating him like they ruled the world (He would have to do something about that. It didn't bid well when they actually did rule the world.) "Nature doesn't exactly bow down when I come around. We don't even get along very well, the weather and I. It had the funnie-"
"I AM NOT LAUGHING, DEMON!" Wraith roared. Nox Seran twisted around.
"I could tell. No wonder Jarred doesn't like you too much. You're no fun."
"WHAT?!" Wraith boomed.
At this point Ghost put a restricting hand on Wraith's shoulder.
"Brother, raging does not help us find the Prince. We must find him before nightfall."
A change occurred in Wraith. It was as if he just realized what he was doing, and quick recomposed himself.
"YES, QUITE." He said mentally. He turned to Cloud. "WE MUST LEAVE YOU NOW. WE MUST FIND THE PRINCE."
Cloud scratched his head.
"The prince? You mean jarred?"
Wraith sneered.
"But of course. What did you think he was?"
Cloud shrugged. This seemed to be his universal answer to most things lately.
"Well, despite that, we are leaving. I doubt we'll meet you again, Cloud Strife. I honestly hope that we do not. GHOST!" Spectre said for Wraith, turning sharply to Ghost.
"Yeah, yeah, I got ya."
Ghost whipped his cloak around, swirling it around the three. As it passed them, they vanished, and only the cloak remained.
Nox Seran sniffed at the flowing garment.
"That kids going to be red when he realizes he left his clothes here." He remarked with a grin. He prodded through the cloak, and emerged with a book. "I'll keep this for safe keeping." He looked at the pistol with obvious distaste. "I'll confiscate that."
Cloud looked over at Cid.
"I think we should stop by the coast. We should at least LOOK for Jarred and Elena. They're our friends."
Nox Seran whirled around.
"Not a chance. They're dead. Someone summoned that storm. That's the only way it could have come so quick."
Cid lost his cigarette. It merely dropped from his lips as he stood there open mouthed.
"Summon storms? You can't do that!"
Nox Seran spun around to face the pilot.
"Not everyone needs Materia to use magic. It used to be . Someone is using the old magic. Someone is going through some very diligent planning to make this work. They're dead, I can assure you."
Cloud looked at Seph X, who nodded weakly.
"Into the ocean." He said. "In a storm. No human could survive."
If Wraith and his group had been there, they would have been able to report that Jarred was, in fact, very NOT human, but as it was, Nox Seran remained to be the only with that knowledge.
Kahn was going down for his betrayal.
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Kahn was disturbed from his slumber by the poking of Aeris. That was really starting to get annoying. It seemed that every waking moment she was poking him. It was really starting to hurt. Instead of chewing her out like he normally did, he actually poked back. Yes, it was a revolutionary thought. Fight poking with pokes.
Of course, this did nothing to stop Aeris. She just continued to annoy him. Kahn groaned, and smacked the dead Cetra with one of his wings.
"For someone who people consider to be the greatest person in the world, you really know how to make life a living hell." He moaned.
Aeris pushed his wing away, and beamed a great smile at the demon lord.
"It's a hobby."
Kahn pushed himself to his feet and stretched.
"Don't you EVER sleep? I'm really getting tired of you disturbing me. Don't you have some other demon you can turture?"
Aeris shook her head.
Kahn sighed. With a flick of his hands he created an illusionary Psirys, and offered it to Aeris, who gleefully accepted.
"Hey Kahn, do you think I'll ever see a REAL Psirys?" She asked as she admired the beauty of the flower.
The demon looked up thoughtfully.
"Maybe. You'd have to talk to the Half-Breeds about it though. They're the ones who have." A thought occurred to Kahn. He quickly turned around to face the girl. "You are NOT coming with me to they're home!" He said imperiously, with a harsh tone. "There are things I want to do without YOU being around to spoil it all!"
Aeris grinned fiendishly.
"Would it happen to do with something along the lines of 'Shakal Mora Kahn'?" She said, enjoying the slight tinge of colour that appeared on Kahn's face as she said this.
The demon turned away.
"What would YOU know about any of this, huh? YOU weren't even thought of when it happened." He snapped.
Aeris smiled. That phrase was beginning to become more and more useful. It certainly proved that Kahn had had a life before she had come along. Maybe the demon was a little more human than he cared to think he was? Aeris found the idea immensely amusing.
"Oh Kahn?"
"What do you want, Cetra wench?!" He demanded, turning around once again to face her.
"What does it mean:"
Kahn almost blushed once again, and turned away.
"Leave me alone."
Aeris giggled.
Kahn was FUN.
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Jarred was running himself ragged, he knew this. He stumbled nearly every step now, the weariness claiming him. He glanced upwards, towards the sun that seemed to be falling entirely too quickly.
From the forest he could hear the screeches of what he knew to be the scream of the Vlakorados, the dinosaur like carnivore that ravaged the grasslands. At that sound Elena stirred, trying to get up. Jarred held her still. When she began kicking with her legs, he decided it was time to tell her what was happening.
"Be still." He murmured. "We're in great danger. Packs of Vlakorados' are after us."
The warrior put an extra burst into his ragged run, trying to make it into the bone village before those wicked monsters caught on to his scent.
Another harsh, grating howl wrent the air.
"What do you mean, a PACK? They're solitary monsters!" The Turk reasoned.
Jarred tried to shrug, but was too tired.
"They HUNT on their own, but they LIVE in packs. They also gang up to bring down big prey."
Elena squirmed, trying to get out of Jarred's grasp. Jarred lost his balance and fell. The two stumbled onto the ground loudly.
Jarred pushed himself upwards slowly, the weariness showing openly on him.
"RUN." He gasped between rasping breaths.
Elena was just beginning to notice how tired Jarred was. She offered him a hand. Jarred's coal red eyes flared brightly.
"They're after ME, Elena! Run while you can. I'll take care of them!" He shouted, and whipped out his hand axe. It felt abnormally heavy in his hand. He gripped it with both, and went inot a crouching position. "They're not too hard to beat."
Elena saw the way Jarred's eye flared a bright red. A black aura spread around him, consuming him. Flames, shot out from nowhere, consuming the young warrior in their dark radiance. Jarred kicked off the ground, and floated eerily. He clenched his axe, and let loose a blood curdling war cry.
At that exact moment a Vlakorados appeared, out from the thick forest. It charged, with its numerous horns pointed towards Jarred.
"RUN, HUMAN!" Jarred roared, and charged the beast.
Elena was hypnotized by their fight. Jarred threw his axe straight into the Vlakorados' throat, cleanly decapitating it. As it fell he merely shot into the forest, where more of the red reptiles were emerging. The Turk was amazed at the raw bestial strength Jarred wielded, as seemed to be everywhere in the pack of Vlakorados', attacking with the only weapons he had left. His fists.
Tired as he was, Jarred exerted strength beyond the capacity of any human, as he gouged his fingers into the thick hide of a Vlakorados. It howled in pain, but he merely wrenched his hand around. He howled his war cry, and the flames spread their furious blaze around him. The Vlakorados' didn't stand a chance.
When all the beast were dead, Jarred's flames disappeared, and he felt the strength leave him.
He collapsed to his knees, but stopped himself from falling completely.
"Impressive, Jarred." A voice sound behind the warrior.
Jarred turned around, to see a figure with blazing green eyes, and spiky, silvery hair.
"I look forward to fighting you again." And with that the figure vanished.
"JARRED?!" Elena shouted.
Jarred turned around to see the blonde haired woman searching for him.
He waved, and collapsed completely. Darkness surrounded him.
"JARRED!" He heard Elena scream, and heard her rushing footsteps coming towards him.
"Psin. . ." Jarred whispered before completely blacking out.
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The Shadowlord frowned. Things were beginning to become a little confusing. It was obvious that Jarred was of great importance to the Half-Breeds, which was understandable. He was The Prince Of Darkness. A title yet to be proven to be his, but he remained a candidate, and thus was a threat to be considered. But why would she employ someone who hated Jarred so much? Even on the other side of existence (The side that generally would fall into the category of 'evil', at that) the demons could sense the hatred radiating from the green eyed figure. What made everything all the more confusing was the fact that every time that person appeared, the demons couldn't look into the realm of the living with ease. Things got cloudy whenever that person appeared.
The Shadowlord flapped his massive wings, and ran a hand through his red hair. He was really beginning to like having a real form. It had certain advantages. Unfortunately, the fangs were a bit much. Every time he talked for long lengths he began biting his tongue, which led to much cursing and promises of eternal damnation. But now he liked his current form, as it provided him with proper means to vent his rage.
"THIS IS ALL KAHN'S FAULT!" He ranted. This wasn't really the behaviour of omnipotent beings, but then again he WAS a demon. He was entitled, if not expected, to start screaming about revenge and destruction. "I will make the earth scream in horror when I get my hands on him!"
He heard the footsteps behind him, and whirled around. He recognized the bestial body of Phalox Rage, of the Kala Sat race*. His purple hide stood out well in the well lit ruins that marked the Council meeting grounds.
"Our remaining soldiers are ready to march, my lord." He said, bowing deeply. It wasn't easy, due to his build, but he managed to do it. "Chaos leads them. We have pardoned him of his betrayal**, granted him the rank of warlord. Jazac Na, alias Mech-Head, stands ready for your command. He has pledged allegiance, and given a blood oath not to attack Chaos. He has only one condition. He wants the Valentine."
The Shadowlord smiled a great big toothy smile.
"Wonderful. Then today we march on the Half-Breeds. Chaos gets his honour back, and Jazac Na gets his precious revenge. The Half-Breeds have been unreasonable, and attacked a member of The Council. The assault on Nox Seran will not go unnoticed. We shall make them pay."
Phalox Rage smiled.
"Well said, my lord. Shall we exterminate of Kahn as well, for helping the blasphemous Cetra?" he asked, flicking his tail.
The Shadowlord stretched his arms, arching his wings backwards as well.
"But of course. Scum like him deserve only one thing. Death."
Behind Phalox Rage their emerged a row of crimson eyes, and behind them another row.
The Shadowlord smiled once more, and raised his fists to the skies.
"Today we march against our enemies, the accursed Half-Breeds! We will kill the traitor Kahn, and bring the legions of the degenerates to their knees. Nothing will stop us!"
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Kahn jolted forward, with a look of pure fear stamped on his face. Aeris was a bit startled by his quick movement.
"What's wrong, Kahn?" She asked, with a look of concern.
Kahn stood up, looking upwards to the north, where he knew to be the ruins of the lost city of demons***. He felt the familiar presence of the one of the most feared beings alive. The Shadowlord. He could also feel the presence of a massive gathering of dark energy, which could only be an army of demons.
"Their here. Their not waiting for that giant snake to kill me, their going to finish me right now!" He said, spreading his wings. "The Prince Of Darkness isn't coming fast enough. Imprisonment be damned! I'm going!" He launched himself from the ground, flying south****. Aris flew after him, using her spectral lightness.
"Who's coming?!" She asked. After all the time she had spent with Kahn, she had once seen a speck of fear. Now he was turning tail and running.
Kahn turned around, flapping his wings to keep airborne
"Can't you feel him? The SHADOWLORD is here!"
Aeris didn't know who the Shadowlord was, but she deemed it safe to assume that he wasn't on their side. She flew beside Kahn, towards the south.
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*: The Galian Beast, Vincent's first Level Break, is of the Kala Sat. I re- read PFTD and realized that I didn't get this fact out. Later on in the fic I'll have to go on about the eight races of demons, won't I? That might suck. . .
**: like up above, this has to do with PFTD, but you'll get the point later on. For those who haven't read PFTD, then I'll tell you that Chaos made the Demons lose their war against the Cetra.
***: NOT in PFTD. Will come, though.
****: NOT for the winter, mid you. Birds do that, not Demons.
No, wait, I think that's wrong. I think *I* stole it from *SQUARE* when they weren't looking. Or maybe I. . .
Natsumi, if you make me fanart, I promise that I'll steer this fic anywhere you want. Well, maybe not, but I'll listen to what you say, which is more than what other people get.
Anyway, I guess I DON'T own FF7 either way.
Hey, guess what? I DON'T have exams soon! I have 'em in one week! YEAH! PANIC TIME *OVER*!
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Chapter XVI: Bring The Violence
Jarred Rath dragged a soggy body out of the sea, and slung it over his shoulder.
"oof" He groaned. "You're a heavy one, aren't ya?"
He was cold, tired, and thoroughly disgruntled, but some internal moral fibre (or what passed for moral fibre) inside him raged at him to take care of the person who was unable to do so on their own. Besides, what else was he going to do? Invade Cosmo Canyon? Jarred made very sure that he was ignoring the fact that he had, in fact, demanded a chain of islands from Wutai, and had received them.
The Half-Breed walked away from the beech, as tired as he was, towards the forest which lay to the north. The excavation people would help him. He knew a couple of people there. They would help.
He looked up at the sky once again, and noticed for the first time that the moon was on the rise.
Jarred Shuddered.
He had to get to the forest before nightfall.
It wasn't safe for him at night.
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Cid cursed loudly. He was currently chewing Nox Seran out, for not predicting the storm
"YOU STUPID SON OF A #%¤#¤#%¤#/¤#!" He shouted, waving his arms in exclamation "WE LOST TWO PEOPLE BECAUSE YOU COULDN'T SEE THAT ONE COMIN'!"
Wraith was currently being forced away from he demon by the LoS riders, who were having trouble with the strange warrior.
"I WILL MAKE THE LAND FLOW WITH YOUR BLOOD IF WE CAN'T FIND THE PRINCE! YOU WILL ALL DIE PAINFUL DEATHS!" He screamed, surprising everyone with his shattered silence. No one had heard the warrior speak. Ever. Now he was screaming, which was setting everyone on edge. It didn't bid well when someone like that screams out death threats.
Ghost and Spectre stood behind him, grimly supporting their manic leader. At times like these it was common sense to support Wraith.
The demon writhed uncomfortably.
"I'm not a GOD! I can't tell the weather! That's what the CETRA were for!" He returned, folding his arms crossly. Imagine, these HUMANS, and Half- Breeds, treating him like they ruled the world (He would have to do something about that. It didn't bid well when they actually did rule the world.) "Nature doesn't exactly bow down when I come around. We don't even get along very well, the weather and I. It had the funnie-"
"I AM NOT LAUGHING, DEMON!" Wraith roared. Nox Seran twisted around.
"I could tell. No wonder Jarred doesn't like you too much. You're no fun."
"WHAT?!" Wraith boomed.
At this point Ghost put a restricting hand on Wraith's shoulder.
"Brother, raging does not help us find the Prince. We must find him before nightfall."
A change occurred in Wraith. It was as if he just realized what he was doing, and quick recomposed himself.
"YES, QUITE." He said mentally. He turned to Cloud. "WE MUST LEAVE YOU NOW. WE MUST FIND THE PRINCE."
Cloud scratched his head.
"The prince? You mean jarred?"
Wraith sneered.
"But of course. What did you think he was?"
Cloud shrugged. This seemed to be his universal answer to most things lately.
"Well, despite that, we are leaving. I doubt we'll meet you again, Cloud Strife. I honestly hope that we do not. GHOST!" Spectre said for Wraith, turning sharply to Ghost.
"Yeah, yeah, I got ya."
Ghost whipped his cloak around, swirling it around the three. As it passed them, they vanished, and only the cloak remained.
Nox Seran sniffed at the flowing garment.
"That kids going to be red when he realizes he left his clothes here." He remarked with a grin. He prodded through the cloak, and emerged with a book. "I'll keep this for safe keeping." He looked at the pistol with obvious distaste. "I'll confiscate that."
Cloud looked over at Cid.
"I think we should stop by the coast. We should at least LOOK for Jarred and Elena. They're our friends."
Nox Seran whirled around.
"Not a chance. They're dead. Someone summoned that storm. That's the only way it could have come so quick."
Cid lost his cigarette. It merely dropped from his lips as he stood there open mouthed.
"Summon storms? You can't do that!"
Nox Seran spun around to face the pilot.
"Not everyone needs Materia to use magic. It used to be . Someone is using the old magic. Someone is going through some very diligent planning to make this work. They're dead, I can assure you."
Cloud looked at Seph X, who nodded weakly.
"Into the ocean." He said. "In a storm. No human could survive."
If Wraith and his group had been there, they would have been able to report that Jarred was, in fact, very NOT human, but as it was, Nox Seran remained to be the only with that knowledge.
Kahn was going down for his betrayal.
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Kahn was disturbed from his slumber by the poking of Aeris. That was really starting to get annoying. It seemed that every waking moment she was poking him. It was really starting to hurt. Instead of chewing her out like he normally did, he actually poked back. Yes, it was a revolutionary thought. Fight poking with pokes.
Of course, this did nothing to stop Aeris. She just continued to annoy him. Kahn groaned, and smacked the dead Cetra with one of his wings.
"For someone who people consider to be the greatest person in the world, you really know how to make life a living hell." He moaned.
Aeris pushed his wing away, and beamed a great smile at the demon lord.
"It's a hobby."
Kahn pushed himself to his feet and stretched.
"Don't you EVER sleep? I'm really getting tired of you disturbing me. Don't you have some other demon you can turture?"
Aeris shook her head.
Kahn sighed. With a flick of his hands he created an illusionary Psirys, and offered it to Aeris, who gleefully accepted.
"Hey Kahn, do you think I'll ever see a REAL Psirys?" She asked as she admired the beauty of the flower.
The demon looked up thoughtfully.
"Maybe. You'd have to talk to the Half-Breeds about it though. They're the ones who have." A thought occurred to Kahn. He quickly turned around to face the girl. "You are NOT coming with me to they're home!" He said imperiously, with a harsh tone. "There are things I want to do without YOU being around to spoil it all!"
Aeris grinned fiendishly.
"Would it happen to do with something along the lines of 'Shakal Mora Kahn'?" She said, enjoying the slight tinge of colour that appeared on Kahn's face as she said this.
The demon turned away.
"What would YOU know about any of this, huh? YOU weren't even thought of when it happened." He snapped.
Aeris smiled. That phrase was beginning to become more and more useful. It certainly proved that Kahn had had a life before she had come along. Maybe the demon was a little more human than he cared to think he was? Aeris found the idea immensely amusing.
"Oh Kahn?"
"What do you want, Cetra wench?!" He demanded, turning around once again to face her.
"What does it mean:"
Kahn almost blushed once again, and turned away.
"Leave me alone."
Aeris giggled.
Kahn was FUN.
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Jarred was running himself ragged, he knew this. He stumbled nearly every step now, the weariness claiming him. He glanced upwards, towards the sun that seemed to be falling entirely too quickly.
From the forest he could hear the screeches of what he knew to be the scream of the Vlakorados, the dinosaur like carnivore that ravaged the grasslands. At that sound Elena stirred, trying to get up. Jarred held her still. When she began kicking with her legs, he decided it was time to tell her what was happening.
"Be still." He murmured. "We're in great danger. Packs of Vlakorados' are after us."
The warrior put an extra burst into his ragged run, trying to make it into the bone village before those wicked monsters caught on to his scent.
Another harsh, grating howl wrent the air.
"What do you mean, a PACK? They're solitary monsters!" The Turk reasoned.
Jarred tried to shrug, but was too tired.
"They HUNT on their own, but they LIVE in packs. They also gang up to bring down big prey."
Elena squirmed, trying to get out of Jarred's grasp. Jarred lost his balance and fell. The two stumbled onto the ground loudly.
Jarred pushed himself upwards slowly, the weariness showing openly on him.
"RUN." He gasped between rasping breaths.
Elena was just beginning to notice how tired Jarred was. She offered him a hand. Jarred's coal red eyes flared brightly.
"They're after ME, Elena! Run while you can. I'll take care of them!" He shouted, and whipped out his hand axe. It felt abnormally heavy in his hand. He gripped it with both, and went inot a crouching position. "They're not too hard to beat."
Elena saw the way Jarred's eye flared a bright red. A black aura spread around him, consuming him. Flames, shot out from nowhere, consuming the young warrior in their dark radiance. Jarred kicked off the ground, and floated eerily. He clenched his axe, and let loose a blood curdling war cry.
At that exact moment a Vlakorados appeared, out from the thick forest. It charged, with its numerous horns pointed towards Jarred.
"RUN, HUMAN!" Jarred roared, and charged the beast.
Elena was hypnotized by their fight. Jarred threw his axe straight into the Vlakorados' throat, cleanly decapitating it. As it fell he merely shot into the forest, where more of the red reptiles were emerging. The Turk was amazed at the raw bestial strength Jarred wielded, as seemed to be everywhere in the pack of Vlakorados', attacking with the only weapons he had left. His fists.
Tired as he was, Jarred exerted strength beyond the capacity of any human, as he gouged his fingers into the thick hide of a Vlakorados. It howled in pain, but he merely wrenched his hand around. He howled his war cry, and the flames spread their furious blaze around him. The Vlakorados' didn't stand a chance.
When all the beast were dead, Jarred's flames disappeared, and he felt the strength leave him.
He collapsed to his knees, but stopped himself from falling completely.
"Impressive, Jarred." A voice sound behind the warrior.
Jarred turned around, to see a figure with blazing green eyes, and spiky, silvery hair.
"I look forward to fighting you again." And with that the figure vanished.
"JARRED?!" Elena shouted.
Jarred turned around to see the blonde haired woman searching for him.
He waved, and collapsed completely. Darkness surrounded him.
"JARRED!" He heard Elena scream, and heard her rushing footsteps coming towards him.
"Psin. . ." Jarred whispered before completely blacking out.
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The Shadowlord frowned. Things were beginning to become a little confusing. It was obvious that Jarred was of great importance to the Half-Breeds, which was understandable. He was The Prince Of Darkness. A title yet to be proven to be his, but he remained a candidate, and thus was a threat to be considered. But why would she employ someone who hated Jarred so much? Even on the other side of existence (The side that generally would fall into the category of 'evil', at that) the demons could sense the hatred radiating from the green eyed figure. What made everything all the more confusing was the fact that every time that person appeared, the demons couldn't look into the realm of the living with ease. Things got cloudy whenever that person appeared.
The Shadowlord flapped his massive wings, and ran a hand through his red hair. He was really beginning to like having a real form. It had certain advantages. Unfortunately, the fangs were a bit much. Every time he talked for long lengths he began biting his tongue, which led to much cursing and promises of eternal damnation. But now he liked his current form, as it provided him with proper means to vent his rage.
"THIS IS ALL KAHN'S FAULT!" He ranted. This wasn't really the behaviour of omnipotent beings, but then again he WAS a demon. He was entitled, if not expected, to start screaming about revenge and destruction. "I will make the earth scream in horror when I get my hands on him!"
He heard the footsteps behind him, and whirled around. He recognized the bestial body of Phalox Rage, of the Kala Sat race*. His purple hide stood out well in the well lit ruins that marked the Council meeting grounds.
"Our remaining soldiers are ready to march, my lord." He said, bowing deeply. It wasn't easy, due to his build, but he managed to do it. "Chaos leads them. We have pardoned him of his betrayal**, granted him the rank of warlord. Jazac Na, alias Mech-Head, stands ready for your command. He has pledged allegiance, and given a blood oath not to attack Chaos. He has only one condition. He wants the Valentine."
The Shadowlord smiled a great big toothy smile.
"Wonderful. Then today we march on the Half-Breeds. Chaos gets his honour back, and Jazac Na gets his precious revenge. The Half-Breeds have been unreasonable, and attacked a member of The Council. The assault on Nox Seran will not go unnoticed. We shall make them pay."
Phalox Rage smiled.
"Well said, my lord. Shall we exterminate of Kahn as well, for helping the blasphemous Cetra?" he asked, flicking his tail.
The Shadowlord stretched his arms, arching his wings backwards as well.
"But of course. Scum like him deserve only one thing. Death."
Behind Phalox Rage their emerged a row of crimson eyes, and behind them another row.
The Shadowlord smiled once more, and raised his fists to the skies.
"Today we march against our enemies, the accursed Half-Breeds! We will kill the traitor Kahn, and bring the legions of the degenerates to their knees. Nothing will stop us!"
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Kahn jolted forward, with a look of pure fear stamped on his face. Aeris was a bit startled by his quick movement.
"What's wrong, Kahn?" She asked, with a look of concern.
Kahn stood up, looking upwards to the north, where he knew to be the ruins of the lost city of demons***. He felt the familiar presence of the one of the most feared beings alive. The Shadowlord. He could also feel the presence of a massive gathering of dark energy, which could only be an army of demons.
"Their here. Their not waiting for that giant snake to kill me, their going to finish me right now!" He said, spreading his wings. "The Prince Of Darkness isn't coming fast enough. Imprisonment be damned! I'm going!" He launched himself from the ground, flying south****. Aris flew after him, using her spectral lightness.
"Who's coming?!" She asked. After all the time she had spent with Kahn, she had once seen a speck of fear. Now he was turning tail and running.
Kahn turned around, flapping his wings to keep airborne
"Can't you feel him? The SHADOWLORD is here!"
Aeris didn't know who the Shadowlord was, but she deemed it safe to assume that he wasn't on their side. She flew beside Kahn, towards the south.
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*: The Galian Beast, Vincent's first Level Break, is of the Kala Sat. I re- read PFTD and realized that I didn't get this fact out. Later on in the fic I'll have to go on about the eight races of demons, won't I? That might suck. . .
**: like up above, this has to do with PFTD, but you'll get the point later on. For those who haven't read PFTD, then I'll tell you that Chaos made the Demons lose their war against the Cetra.
***: NOT in PFTD. Will come, though.
****: NOT for the winter, mid you. Birds do that, not Demons.
