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Chapter 3: Creation

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Black Phoenix entered the dark room again, Ollran was waiting. "I trust this is enough." He said as he held the vial half-full of Aileta's blood. Ollran looked over at him. He smiled.

"Plenty. He snatched the vial and took it to the machine. He pressed a button and a slot opened, which Ollran poured the fresh blood into. "This will make Lord Sicron more powerful than he could ever be before. Aileta is the peacekeeper; therefore her power is a mixture of them all. Not only that, but this DNA will give master a bit of a taste of Aileta's synthetization ability. He may not be able to use it on himself, but all these different things will make him unstoppable!" Ollran turned to look at Black Phoenix. It was rare to see his eye's past his battle helmet. But Ollran saw them now, cold, dark, burning with a fire…a fire that only Ollran and he knew about, a fire which was to be kept secret, for its truth would be the most catastrophic. The depressing rage that dwelled within those eyes's rivaled the screaming nightmares that lived in Sicron's eyes. Ollran realized he was staring and finished his statement. "And with you learning everything he knows…the Void will bow to your knees." Black Phoenix smirked.

"Or at least until I kill them all." He said, enjoying the images of massacring civilizations with no-one to stand in his way. He smiled at the thought.

"Or until you kill them all." Ollran agreed. Ollran turned back to the machine. He inserted a code that dumped the new fluid into the tank. Robotic hands began to do their work. With a base to work on, the arms moved the blood into the center of the tank, using tiny white lasers that acted as tractor beams. Once in position, the fluid began to mutate and grow. "The process takes a few hours…but it will be well worth the wait. But the speed at which it grows will be more than can fly under the radar of the guardians…they will surely sense it. You must prepare Phoenix; they will be much stronger this time around."

"Good, that last time wasn't a challenge anyway." He scoffed. He turned and sat down on the floor. He meditated, figuring out what went wrong. Something happened back on Sprit World…

(FLASHBACK)

"…I killed him." Aileta gasped, she refused to believe it. Black Phoenix took this opportunity to do away with her. With his blade at her throat, death could be easily accomplished, as well as getting her DNA…especially if it spatters everywhere. The thought of her blood, spewing from her veins filled his mind with pleasure. He tightened his grip on his sword. He…he…no, something nagged at him, a finger poked at his subconscious. He couldn't bring himself to it, so he did the next best thing. Black Phoenix reached down and grabbed her wrist, and slit it.

(END FLASHBACK)

Why didn't he kill her right then and there…it was the perfect prey, confused and vulnerable. He loved death, the smell of blood, the screams of agony, and the sorrow looks of the witnesses. It was a true pleasure to recount the body's he left behind…so why not this one…if anything this kill would be all the more sweeter. Yet he didn't kill her, he didn't split her throat open and watch her die as she struggled to breath from her exposed windpipe. Looking back on it…he would have loved that. So why didn't he kill? Something in his mind stopped him…no. Phoenix mentally slapped himself for letting his secret start to get more power. If his inner…thing…got the better of him, everything that he became would fall apart…he couldn't allow that. He entered his mind to confront his worst nightmare.