Desclaimer: I do not own Zelda... but there's not much Zelda in it... I do own all of the new characters you see here. Din Nayru and Farore are under ownership of Nintendo.
Author's Note: Review if possible, I'd like to know if I should head in a different direction, or if I need more or less characters.
Angels and Stories
Vicious looked down upon the two warriors, and his blank gaze was met by a glare of fury from xenSity. Vicious simply floated in place, his crimson wings beating the air. His gaze moved to Tiffany, and softened slightly.
She looked up at him in shock and whispered to xenSity, "He recognizes me! Kevin is still in there somewhere!"
XenSity shook his head, "Even if it were true, there is still heartlessness in him. We can't save that soul..."
A wingbeat could be heard, but it sounded like many, and nearby. Before they knew what it was, the three warriors were surrounded from all sides by flying spectres. Beautiful creatures of light with power eminating fiercely from their bodies. Tiffa could not identify them, but one word from xenSity gave her all the knowledge she needed.
Angels
All beauty about them was illusional. They had the look of fierce warriors of all races and sexes. Every one of them was armed and ready for an all-out war. And their leaders, the Archangels, were easily identified as stronger and much more vicious.
"Trespassers! How is it that you come here?!" Shouted the strongest of the Archangels, one wearing glowing white armor all over his body, with fourteen long, serpentine wings.
Both Tiffa and Xen immediately pointed upwards, to the imposing dark form of the Fierce Deity Warrior, Vicious.
Gasps of horror and surprise arose from the ranks of angels. Each of them had looks of confusion or terror on their faces. The second strongest, a female Archangel with a sickle blade stepped forward, "You cannot be FierceDeityWarrior! How could you take that form in our presence! It is an insult!"
The stronger stepped forward, "Calm yourself, Moonlight, I have fought him face-to-face and that is him... but he seems somehow different..."
For the first time, Vicious spoke, and all of the angels silenced themselves, even the archangels, "Tyrial, I will not bother with you, I have a task to perform, and your servants are preventing it. Move them or you will have a battle on your hands."
All angels between Vicious and the Heavenly Castle parted without hesitation. Tyrial shouted, "What business do you have in Heaven? You are not an angel or a God!"
Vicious glares at him, silencing him, and frightening the rest. Tiffa looked around in wonder at all of the beautiful creatures, shaking in fear of her dear friend and harmless ally. She could not imagine what kind of power he once had, and the stories he told her of the war came flooding back.
She knew then that the only reason he would come near this kind of enemy, torn friends, and fallen allies, is for a high purpose. What it was still puzzled her, though.
Her heart skipped a beat when he rocketed off in the direction of the Sanctuary of darkness. XenSity and herself were left behind, floating among the angels.
Just then she realized that the angels were not the only ones around them. Each angel had a mask on his or her belt and a servant warrior in their shadow, almost unnoticable. Each of them looked much like Vicious in his true FierceDeity form. Their eyes were dull and grey instead of Vicious' bright white. Even the angels seemed uneasy about being near them, but each of them had one nipping at their heels.
The angels then turned to the two lone earthbound beings. Tyrial spoke first, and without any of the hatred from before.
"Why are you here, young ones? Did he bring you here for some purpose?" Tyrial seemed strong and handsome, but for some reason, there was a repulsive presence about him, as if he were cursed.
XenSity spoke up, "No, he simply moved so fast we were dragged along. We will be going as soon as needed if we are not welcome. We simply need a means of... escape."
The male portion of the Angels laughed at his combination of confidence and cowardice. The females remained silent, obviously less powerful, but much more wise.
Moonlight spoke again, "You are welcome to leave as soon as you wish, but I think you deserve an explanation of our reaction to FierceDeityWarrior, and our lack of hospitality when you arrived. We can bring you into the hall of heaven to explain everything."
Meanwhile, Vicious floated above the Sanctuary, his wings moving in a dull grace. In an instant, he fell through the roof and landed in a cround on the floor. Slowly, he stood and looked around the room.
Laying on an alter before him, was a dark form, a much older and more powerfully built body then himself. It was identical to himself, and yet as if a relative more than a copy.
His eyes widened and he felt his soul being tugged from his body. It was straining to keep his power within himself. The soul struggled, but lost as his power, and his soul itself, were torn from his body and his body became nothing more then the ashes of a mask.
The older version sat up on the alter, "Finally... I have all three pieces... of myself..."
He looked over and saw the whispy form of a soul, before it was drawn into a fiery portal in the floor.
"Poor sap... He had no idea that he would lose his life here... Oh well, pity is for the weak, and with my power, he was not weak." He smirked, "I seem to remember being called... Charantanatah. Maybe something new is in order... Valentine, Vantino Valentine."
Tiffa and xenSity stood alone at the center of the Great Hall, their only company was the good souls wandering through. Tyrial came back though the Entrance to Paradise and nodded to them both.
"Tiffany... and xenSity. Those are your names, correct?" They both nodded and he smiles slightly, "Tiffa, FierceDeityWarrior's old partner and something like a mate. XenSity was a training partner and a close ally to him, even once a FierceDeity like himself, though never a full-blood."
Tiffa flinched when she was spoken of in that cold tone of voice, 'old partner and something "like" a mate.' XenSity calmly nodded, "What of it?"
Tyrial nodded with an all-knowing smirk on his lips. He stepped towards them, his great flowing wings slightly intimidating. His voice passed through his helmet again, "I am to understand you know of the great war of Shadow and Light. Well, at least his side of it."
At this time, his dark servant stepped forward. It looked like a smaller and younger version of Vicious. It's dull eyes clearly had straining thought behind them, constrained by Tyrial's control.
"Tiffa, I would like you to meet... FierceDeityWarrior's son, FierceDeityHendrax," Tyrial spoke with a cold confidence, and both xenSity and Tiffa flinched and stepped back.
"WHAT?!" Was a shout both of them made, but Tiffa continued, "He had a SON?! Why didn't he tell me?!"
Tyrial laughed quietly, "Because, to him, his son is dead. He has been under my control since the climax of the war. I chose him to be my Shad Tumore, or Shadow Servant."
Blank stares came from both of them. Tyrial sighed, "During the war, we realized that for every FierceDeity we killed, we grew weaker. Shadow is the exception of light. Without shadow, light is absorbed much faster and grow weak easier. So in our battles, we fought for their masks. When we gained them, we gained control over them.
"You see, they lost their power over themselves when we captured their masks for ourselves. We gained control. We won because for every one we defeated, we had one more fighter on our side. Their power matched our own, but their weaknesses far outshone ours. FierceDeityWarrior was my fiercest rival, dispite his lower rank, he was my greatest enemy and literally impossible to defeat in those days. I had his wife betray him, and give their son over. His wife is here, but she refuses to meet you, or to be in my presence with her son.
"As you can tell, Her betrayal of him caused a lapse in his power, and he could not defend his allies. His formed changed to that of an omnipotent child, which did care enough to fight us. We won the war as he played with his toys. After the war was over, he reverted to FierceDeityWarrior and became a wanderer, suffering eternally for his weaknesses in that war."
They took a moment to soak in this new information. Tiffa found herself speechless, but xenSity was far from that, "Well, how do you justify making war on the FierceDeities, AND enslaving CHILDREN!?"
Tyrial laughed, "You naive mortals... Even FierceDeityWarrior was decieved by FierceDeityMaster and their ally, the LeoKnights. They made war on heaven to gain it's power. Angels being the guardians of heaven, we had to defend it on earth."
Tiffa growled, foot grinding into the floor below, "Where... is... Kevin..."
XenSity looked at her oddly, "I think she means Vicious, or FierceDeityWarrior... Better answer."
Author's Note: Review if possible, I'd like to know if I should head in a different direction, or if I need more or less characters.
Angels and Stories
Vicious looked down upon the two warriors, and his blank gaze was met by a glare of fury from xenSity. Vicious simply floated in place, his crimson wings beating the air. His gaze moved to Tiffany, and softened slightly.
She looked up at him in shock and whispered to xenSity, "He recognizes me! Kevin is still in there somewhere!"
XenSity shook his head, "Even if it were true, there is still heartlessness in him. We can't save that soul..."
A wingbeat could be heard, but it sounded like many, and nearby. Before they knew what it was, the three warriors were surrounded from all sides by flying spectres. Beautiful creatures of light with power eminating fiercely from their bodies. Tiffa could not identify them, but one word from xenSity gave her all the knowledge she needed.
Angels
All beauty about them was illusional. They had the look of fierce warriors of all races and sexes. Every one of them was armed and ready for an all-out war. And their leaders, the Archangels, were easily identified as stronger and much more vicious.
"Trespassers! How is it that you come here?!" Shouted the strongest of the Archangels, one wearing glowing white armor all over his body, with fourteen long, serpentine wings.
Both Tiffa and Xen immediately pointed upwards, to the imposing dark form of the Fierce Deity Warrior, Vicious.
Gasps of horror and surprise arose from the ranks of angels. Each of them had looks of confusion or terror on their faces. The second strongest, a female Archangel with a sickle blade stepped forward, "You cannot be FierceDeityWarrior! How could you take that form in our presence! It is an insult!"
The stronger stepped forward, "Calm yourself, Moonlight, I have fought him face-to-face and that is him... but he seems somehow different..."
For the first time, Vicious spoke, and all of the angels silenced themselves, even the archangels, "Tyrial, I will not bother with you, I have a task to perform, and your servants are preventing it. Move them or you will have a battle on your hands."
All angels between Vicious and the Heavenly Castle parted without hesitation. Tyrial shouted, "What business do you have in Heaven? You are not an angel or a God!"
Vicious glares at him, silencing him, and frightening the rest. Tiffa looked around in wonder at all of the beautiful creatures, shaking in fear of her dear friend and harmless ally. She could not imagine what kind of power he once had, and the stories he told her of the war came flooding back.
She knew then that the only reason he would come near this kind of enemy, torn friends, and fallen allies, is for a high purpose. What it was still puzzled her, though.
Her heart skipped a beat when he rocketed off in the direction of the Sanctuary of darkness. XenSity and herself were left behind, floating among the angels.
Just then she realized that the angels were not the only ones around them. Each angel had a mask on his or her belt and a servant warrior in their shadow, almost unnoticable. Each of them looked much like Vicious in his true FierceDeity form. Their eyes were dull and grey instead of Vicious' bright white. Even the angels seemed uneasy about being near them, but each of them had one nipping at their heels.
The angels then turned to the two lone earthbound beings. Tyrial spoke first, and without any of the hatred from before.
"Why are you here, young ones? Did he bring you here for some purpose?" Tyrial seemed strong and handsome, but for some reason, there was a repulsive presence about him, as if he were cursed.
XenSity spoke up, "No, he simply moved so fast we were dragged along. We will be going as soon as needed if we are not welcome. We simply need a means of... escape."
The male portion of the Angels laughed at his combination of confidence and cowardice. The females remained silent, obviously less powerful, but much more wise.
Moonlight spoke again, "You are welcome to leave as soon as you wish, but I think you deserve an explanation of our reaction to FierceDeityWarrior, and our lack of hospitality when you arrived. We can bring you into the hall of heaven to explain everything."
Meanwhile, Vicious floated above the Sanctuary, his wings moving in a dull grace. In an instant, he fell through the roof and landed in a cround on the floor. Slowly, he stood and looked around the room.
Laying on an alter before him, was a dark form, a much older and more powerfully built body then himself. It was identical to himself, and yet as if a relative more than a copy.
His eyes widened and he felt his soul being tugged from his body. It was straining to keep his power within himself. The soul struggled, but lost as his power, and his soul itself, were torn from his body and his body became nothing more then the ashes of a mask.
The older version sat up on the alter, "Finally... I have all three pieces... of myself..."
He looked over and saw the whispy form of a soul, before it was drawn into a fiery portal in the floor.
"Poor sap... He had no idea that he would lose his life here... Oh well, pity is for the weak, and with my power, he was not weak." He smirked, "I seem to remember being called... Charantanatah. Maybe something new is in order... Valentine, Vantino Valentine."
Tiffa and xenSity stood alone at the center of the Great Hall, their only company was the good souls wandering through. Tyrial came back though the Entrance to Paradise and nodded to them both.
"Tiffany... and xenSity. Those are your names, correct?" They both nodded and he smiles slightly, "Tiffa, FierceDeityWarrior's old partner and something like a mate. XenSity was a training partner and a close ally to him, even once a FierceDeity like himself, though never a full-blood."
Tiffa flinched when she was spoken of in that cold tone of voice, 'old partner and something "like" a mate.' XenSity calmly nodded, "What of it?"
Tyrial nodded with an all-knowing smirk on his lips. He stepped towards them, his great flowing wings slightly intimidating. His voice passed through his helmet again, "I am to understand you know of the great war of Shadow and Light. Well, at least his side of it."
At this time, his dark servant stepped forward. It looked like a smaller and younger version of Vicious. It's dull eyes clearly had straining thought behind them, constrained by Tyrial's control.
"Tiffa, I would like you to meet... FierceDeityWarrior's son, FierceDeityHendrax," Tyrial spoke with a cold confidence, and both xenSity and Tiffa flinched and stepped back.
"WHAT?!" Was a shout both of them made, but Tiffa continued, "He had a SON?! Why didn't he tell me?!"
Tyrial laughed quietly, "Because, to him, his son is dead. He has been under my control since the climax of the war. I chose him to be my Shad Tumore, or Shadow Servant."
Blank stares came from both of them. Tyrial sighed, "During the war, we realized that for every FierceDeity we killed, we grew weaker. Shadow is the exception of light. Without shadow, light is absorbed much faster and grow weak easier. So in our battles, we fought for their masks. When we gained them, we gained control over them.
"You see, they lost their power over themselves when we captured their masks for ourselves. We gained control. We won because for every one we defeated, we had one more fighter on our side. Their power matched our own, but their weaknesses far outshone ours. FierceDeityWarrior was my fiercest rival, dispite his lower rank, he was my greatest enemy and literally impossible to defeat in those days. I had his wife betray him, and give their son over. His wife is here, but she refuses to meet you, or to be in my presence with her son.
"As you can tell, Her betrayal of him caused a lapse in his power, and he could not defend his allies. His formed changed to that of an omnipotent child, which did care enough to fight us. We won the war as he played with his toys. After the war was over, he reverted to FierceDeityWarrior and became a wanderer, suffering eternally for his weaknesses in that war."
They took a moment to soak in this new information. Tiffa found herself speechless, but xenSity was far from that, "Well, how do you justify making war on the FierceDeities, AND enslaving CHILDREN!?"
Tyrial laughed, "You naive mortals... Even FierceDeityWarrior was decieved by FierceDeityMaster and their ally, the LeoKnights. They made war on heaven to gain it's power. Angels being the guardians of heaven, we had to defend it on earth."
Tiffa growled, foot grinding into the floor below, "Where... is... Kevin..."
XenSity looked at her oddly, "I think she means Vicious, or FierceDeityWarrior... Better answer."