Chris: Foom. The original version. And yes, parts of it will look remarkably similar. Why? I'm too freaking lazy to change it and…there really isn't any reason to change it anyway. The ending will probably have the most drastic change. Oh, and now the focus isn't so much about statues as…Well, you'll see.
Nightmare3: Thanks for the compliments. And the old man was not Knoll, but Ross. Yep.
Goro-Goro: Yes, Ross is awesome. And you have to have a survivor so he can tell the story.
F00l3Al2: Uh…Well, the original has a different ending. Happens with a lot of stories. Maybe this is creepier? I dunno.
ManaMage: Well, here's the original one! Glad you like it.
R Amythest: Wow. Never even knew you read my stuff. And yeah…This isn't really supposed to be a romance story…So it is gonna be weak.
ESp: Have a tissue. -hands tissue-
Min the Noodle: Thanks for the compliments. And yeah, Colm was killed by an arrow, but he got caught in the effect radius of the Stone gaze. The others haven't been turned to stone though.
Kestrez: Glad you like it so much!
Disclaimer: Don't own Fire Emblem.
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Eirika looked around frantically. They were in Neleras Peak and they had been ambushed by hundreds of monsters. So far, they had been able to hold off any major assault by the monsters, but lots of them were tiring already, and the monsters seemed to keep coming. Zombies and skeletons assaulted them from all sides while mogalls and centaurs kept using long distance weapons on them. And in the background, gorgons fired shots of dark magic at them constantly keeping them alert and withholding from them even a moment's rest.
Eirika grunted as her sword flashed, cutting through a zombie with the ease of a knife through warm butter. The majority of their forces were split, fighting in groups of three or four. Fighting alongside of her were Ephraim, Neimi, and Colm. She quickly took a look behind her, where she saw Ephraim scatter a skeleton into dust. "Brother!"
"What is it…Eirika?" Ephraim panted, his muscles burning with exertion. The tip of his lance drooped to the ground and his garments were covered with blood, calcium dust, and scars.
"I…I never thought there would be so many…Brother, I'm scared…" Eirika shuddered with fright as she sliced through another zombie with her sword. She heard Ephraim parry an arrow that was launched at him.
"I know…Afterwards…We'll take a nice long break…Just you and me." Ephraim used his lance as a quarterstaff, blocking a skeleton's sword and then slamming the shaft against the skeleton's skull. Ephraim shook his sweaty dark-blue hair and readied himself to face another onslaught by the creatures.
"C-Colm…" Neimi stood back to back with her childhood friend, firing arrows at the mogalls that appeared in the distance. Tears blurred her eyes and fell down from her face. "We…We…We are going to die…Aren't we?"
"Shut up! Don't be a sissy." Colm sneered and drove his dagger straight into a zombie's heart, causing the creature to explode. "Nobody is going to die, you understand?" Colm threw his other dagger at a mogall that had opened its eye, piercing the pupil.
"O-Okay…" Neimi nodded shakily and fitted two arrows to her bow. Launching them simultaneously, she was cheered to see them crash into a centaur's torso, bringing the half-human, half-horse down.
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"Huff…huff…" Ewan panted as he launched a ball of fire towards a pack of skeletons. The ball exploded, scattering bones and flames in the air. He looked at the other members of his group. Marisa, Gerik, and his sister, Tethys. "I'm so tired…"
"Don't give up, brother!" Tethys shouted, using her shawl to blindfold a zombie while Gerik tore the monster to bits. "Just a little more." The red-haired dancer spun, dodging a couple of arrows that were aimed at her.
"Right…sister." Ewan struggled to push himself up. The mage drew in more of his strength and called down thunder and lightning to crash against the enemy monsters, blowing them up and reducing them to mere atoms.
"That's it! We just need to hold out a little longer!" Gerik shouted as he brought his sword down on the head of a cyclops. His sword carved through the monster, cutting it from head to base. The cyclops fell to the ground in two chunks, splattering blood to the ground. Gerik sighed and turned to a pink-haired girl who was busy combating a zombie. "How are you doing, Marisa?"
"Fine." She focused her energy and ran, spinning around a centaur at lightning fast speed. There seemed to be numerous images of her, all moving around the centaur. She jumped into the sky and all the images sliced the monster into bloody ribbons, with Marisa standing in front of the corpse. "Just fine."
"Glad to see that." Gerik raised an eye and turned back to the battle. The enemy numbers were reduced by a little, but it still didn't seem to make a big difference. Gerik sighed and hefted his sword. He was getting tired of this.
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"Hee hee…" Lute spread flame across her fingertips, causing miniature fires to spring up in the distance, feeding on the rotting flesh of the zombies she faced. The purple-haired mage smiled again and called down lightning to crash into the ground, throwing various foes into the air. "Nobody can touch the Great Lute!"
"Yeah, yeah. Shut your trap." Ross swung a hand axe at a cyclops, crushing the monster's skull. With his other hand, he swung another axe at a skeleton's head, causing it to explode in a thousand slivers.
"How is it going, Amelia?" Franz swung his lance above his head and slammed it down on a skeleton's head, killing the monster and snapping his lance in the same action. Franz roared angrily and pulled out a short sword from his saddle.
"Just…fine, Franz." The blond-haired soldier struck tiredly at a zombie, piercing the monsters chest with her lance. Amelia tiredly removed the lance, panting heavily. "This…is hard."
"Nothing is too hard for a child genius!" Lute smiled as she caused a giant block of ice to fall and crush more of the enemy. Ross looked over to the mage and frowned.
"How can you be so cheerful?"
"Because I'm just too smart." Lute chuckled, but this time, Ross could see that the mage was worried. Sweat rolled down her face in torrents and numerous scars were breaking out on her body. Blood flecked the mage's lips and her eyes were becoming faded and blank.
"Lute…Are you okay?" Ross stepped forward but Lute warded him off.
"I'm fine…" Lute coughed. "Go away. Don't bother with me."
Ross shrugged and went back to fighting. He knew the mage was not fine, but Lute's pride forbid her from accepting help of any kind. The black-haired warrior sighed resignedly. It would be a cold day in hell when she actually opened up to others.
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Everyone kept fighting, but the ranks of the monsters seemed to swell with more troops. And worse, the gorgons had fully joined the fight and were using their powers to the detriment of everyone in the army. Natasha swung her healing staff, clonking a skeleton on the side of its head. Joshua, Duessel, and Seth were fighting with her.
"Natasha! Do you know how everyone else is doing?" Duessel roared to the blond-haired cleric as he swung his axe, burying it into a zombie.
Natasha shook her head frantically. "No…No! I can't sense them…I can't even heal them…"
"That's okay." Duessel grunted as he ran and slashed at another zombie. "No one is blaming you." He silently cursed the loss of his loyal steed, which was shot down and killed a couple of minutes. "Seth! How are you holding up?"
"Just fine, thank you!" Seth charged on his horse, spraying flesh and blood everywhere as he slashed through a zombie. An arrow flew past his face and he winced as he felt a cut appear on his cheek. Their group was being hit the hardest since they had the only healer. Seth reined in his horse. "We must fight back to our Lord Ephraim and Lady Eirika!"
"No argument from me!" Joshua gripped his blade and grabbed a dagger from his belt with his other hand. Joshua moved like a wraith, his blade and dagger flicking all around the battle, stabbing, thrusting, slashing, and cutting. When he stopped, monsters on all sides of him collapsed, dead. Joshua sheathed his dagger, panting. The red-haired swordmaster was almost out of energy.
"…Hunh…Too much…" Joshua fell to one knee, gasping for breath. Which is why he didn't see the skeleton loom up behind him.
"Joshua! Watch out!" Natasha shouted a warning, but it was too late.
Joshua spun, bringing his sword around to deflect, but it was all for naught. The spear pierced Joshua's chest, and the swordmaster felt blood escape through his lips. "Gaha…Mother…" Joshua fell to the ground, the skeleton's spear still lodged in his body.
"No! Joshua!" Natasha ran to his side and pushed him, rocking him back and forth. When she got no reply, she collapsed, crying on the swordmaster's dead body.
"Natasha! Compose yourself! There is still a battle to be fought!" Duessel ran through the path that Joshua had carved and slammed his axe into the skeleton's head. Seth rode up as well and deflected an incoming arrow with his shield.
The paladin's red hair was slick with sweat and he nodded to Duessel. "I will see you at the end!" He charged into the throng, lance and sword at the ready. He had gotten no farther than a couple of feet when he was struck by a blast of dark energy, knocking him off his horse and killing the animal instantly. Seth coughed and pushed himself up, blood falling from his wounds and his mouth.
Surrounding him were gorgons, their hair hissing and wiggling. A couple of them raised their hands, readying their magic for another attack. Seth sighed resignedly.
"I'm am sorry, my lords." Seth grasped his sword. "But I will not die quietly!" He ran into the nearest monster and tore its head off with his sword. He quickly spun, dodging one blast and threw his sword haphazardly into another gorgon's head. With only his lance left, the paladin charged at the remaining three, killing one more before he was struck with another blast of dark magic, taking away his life.
Natasha still clasped Joshua's body sadly, tears staining her skin. She heard someone speak and looked up. Writhing towards her was a gorgon, the snake's on the monster's head squirming. The eyes of the snakes glowed, and Natasha felt herself be pulling into their hypnotic gaze. The cleric felt herself sink, and that's the last she knew.
Duessel was the only one left out of their group and he rushed towards Eirika's group to tell her the bad news. Unfortunately, his heavy armor was slowing him down magnificently. The great knight cursed and struggled to take off his heavy helmet. Busy with his task, he didn't notice the gorgon until it was too late. Duessel was transformed into a statue, standing guard at that spot for all eternity.
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"Argh!" Ross cursed as another arrow embedded itself into his arm. The warrior cursed and swung his axe with all his might at a skeleton. The skeleton exploded, which was good news, but then his axe head split in two, which was bad news. The warrior threw down the now useless piece of equipment and unhooked a small hatched from his belt.
"No…It's all over." Lute fell to the ground, on her knees. She coughed loudly, and blood spurted from her lips. The female mage was covered with bruises and wounds and her magic casting had taken an enormous amount of energy from her body. Lute coughed again, her arms shaking. "But…I can't…give up…I'm…the best." She wiped the blood off of her mouth and struggled to stand. Lute got up and motioned with her hand, causing another zombie to explode in a tower of flame. She fell again, her body drained of all its power.
"Lute!" Ross turned to help her, but Lute weakly waved him off.
"Leave me…alone…I…don't need…your help." Lute panted as blood continued to trickle down her lips. The purple-haired mage pushed herself up again and wobbled from her place, her eyes wide and dilated.
"Ross! We need some help!" Franz called to the warrior as he plunged his sword into a gorgon's body, cutting through the reptilian skin.
"Sure, I'm right there!" Ross turned worriedly away from Lute to help Franz and Amelia cope with a swarm of skeletons.
"Fool…" Lute smirked. "Fool…" She looked up to see a zombie towering over her. The mage's eyes widened and she moved to cast another spell, but as she did, the tome in her hand crumbled to dust. Lute panicked, feeling the zombie lurch closer. 'No…No…No! Where is it?' The mage looked up frantically, trying to find something of use. But it was to no avail. The zombie grabbed her and Lute pushed against it, only to have her hands sink into the rotting flesh. She screamed, terrified. 'No! This isn't what I'm supposed to do! I'm the best! I can't die!'
The zombie clasped the shuddering mage closer to it and lowered its mouth to Lute's neck, biting it with his sharp teeth. Lute's eyes widened momentarily before closing, her whole body going limp.
Ross spun as he heard Lute scream, only to see the zombie kill her. He roared angrily and hurled his hatchet with all of his strength, severing the zombie's head from its shoulders. The warrior ran towards the fallen girl. "Why…Why did you have to be so stubborn…? Why?" Ross shook her half-heartedly, hoping to see some spark of life within her. But the mage's eyes remained closed. Ross continued shaking her, ignoring the fact that he didn't hear sounds of fighting occurring behind him. Ignoring the fact that Franz and Amelia were now statues, frozen in time by the gorgon's dark magic.
"Lute…You little bitch…Why'd you leave me?" Ross shook her one last time. The warrior sobbed again and closed the Lute's eyes. Grasping his axe, he stood up, one of his fists clenched and his eyes burning with rage. Charging with reckless abandon, he aimed for the robe figure at the top of the peak. "YOU BASTARD! You were the reason she's dead!"
Ross continued along his path, wielding axes in both hands and simultaneously killing monsters to his left and right. He didn't care who he was swinging his axes at. All that mattered was slicing the head off of that madman who had caused all of this. Leaping into the air, he threw one of his axes at a cyclops's head and plunged down with his remaining axe. The white-haired man in front of him stared at the warrior calmly.
"Pathetic." The man moved in his arm in an arc in front of him. A band of dark energy erupted from his fingertips and launched itself at Ross, pushing him backwards through the air and launching him towards the sky. The magic coursed through the warrior's body, slashing his spirit and his soul. By the time the warrior hit the ground, he was already dead.
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Things were looking bad for Gerik's team. With no way to determine whether anyone else was still alive, they fought on; expending the last of their energy to make sure that everyone would survive. Ewan fought on, feeling more and more tired as his magic disappeared.
The red-haired pupil shook his sweaty hair from his eyes. Monsters till kept coming, although it appeared as if the onslaught had stalled. He looked around him. Marisa was barely standing, sweat pouring down her face and one of her arms rendered useless by sword strike that managed to sever the nerve. Gerik looked winded as well, his clothes ripped and torn. And his sister Tethys…Well, Tethys was off in a better place, he supposed.
'…Sister…' The red-haired dancer had given her life to save his, blocking an arrow that was aimed for his head. He could still see it in his mind, haunting him. He shook his head wearily. "Gerik?"
"Yeah, kid?"
"Did…Do you think my sister was proud of me?"
"Of course I do, Ewan. Your sister was mighty proud of you. Heck, sometimes she would stop talking about you." Gerik smiled wanly. "Why do you ask?"
"Cause…We're gonna die."
"I see…" Gerik shook his head. "You've gotta stop thinking about that. Go out in a blaze of glory. That's what I always say." He spotted a herd of centaurs thundering their way towards them. "Ewan? Marisa?"
"Yes, chief?" Marisa panted.
"What is it?"
"It was an honor fighting by your side." Gerik saluted them and charged at the centaurs, swinging his sword and catching one of them in the chest.
"Ewan?" Marisa didn't turn.
"Yes?" Ewan looked at the pink-haired girl.
"…It was nice knowing you." Marisa ran off, swinging her sword and slicing the enemy to ribbons.
Ewan smiled sadly. The pupil looked out on the battlefield. There were hundreds of carcasses spread around, polluting the ground with their blood. And going towards him…A mixed group of mogalls and gorgons. Ewan smiled again. Gerik and Marisa might think going out with a sword in hand was the way to go, but he thought differently. 'The only way I want to die…Is in my magic…' Ewan closed his eyes, summoning the rest of his power into himself. He was dimly aware for Gerik and Marisa's death, cut down while doing what they enjoyed most. Tears fell out of his eyes as he remembered the good times they had together.
"Magic…" Ewan muttered, hearing his foes move closer and closer. He continued drawing the last of his magic into him, storing it all for one major blast. He heard the monsters surround him, and as if he had a sixth sense, he felt when the centaur was going to kill him. Ewan smiled. 'Now!' Even as he felt the axe delve into his body, ripping through his flesh, he released all of his energy.
Thunder rained from the heavens and fire rained from the sky. Ice flew through the sky, slicing through monsters. Dark magic rippled through the ground, coming up and swallowing some of the weaker enemies whole while dealing tremendous harm to others. Magic rampaged near that area, striking any foe that came within its deadly circle. In a couple of minutes, it was all over. There was no trace of Ewan's body. However, every monster there had been killed, destroyed by Ewan's blaze of glory.
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Neimi shuddered as tears flew down her cheeks. Colm was already dead, killed by an arrow that had lodged into his back. She had screamed when she saw the surprised look on his face. She became fueled by rage, a desire to wipe every monster from the face of Magvel. But the rage had faded into hopelessness. The sniper had collapsed, rocking silently back and forth as she cradled Colm's body. She lost all motivation to stay in this world, which is why she didn't resist as the gorgon cast its magic on her. She was frozen, locked in stone for all eternity.
Eirika and Ephraim were the only ones left. The onslaught had stopped, but it wasn't over yet. They were still surrounded by a couple of gorgons that had survived the last few attacks by Eirika's forces. The teal-haired lord dropped to the ground. "E-Ephraim…"
Her brother picked her up. "No…Be quiet. It's okay…We did our best…It's all up to everyone else, now." He cradled her in his arms, just like a loving brother would. Their weapons were too damaged to be used, everyone that had fought with them were already dead. They stood together as brother and sister, awaiting their deaths. And soon, it came.
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The white-haired man strolled through the remains of the battlefield, looking askance at the carnage and death. Blood stained the stone cliffs and pieces and remnants of monsters littered the landscape. A gorgon slithered up to the man and preformed a mock bow.
"What is your wish, Demon King?"
The man winced. "Please, call me Lyon for the moment. Until I reclaim all of my power, I have no wish to be called a Demon King in this pathetic shell of a man."
"Very well….Lyon."
Lyon nodded. "Now, take to where the best fighters are. I…can make sure of their bodies."
The gorgon nodded and motioned towards a location where a pile of corpses lay. As he walked towards there, he noticed a huge ditch in the middle of the ground.
"What happened here?"
"A young man…He exploded with all of his magic, causing that crater."
Lyon shook his head mournfully. "What a way to go. I could have used such a person. He truly would have been great. Did any of his companions survive?"
"No. His blast disintegrated their corpses."
"I see…Very well. Let us continue on." Lyon arrived at Joshua's corpse. The white-haired man nudged it with his foot, rolling it over so he could see the dead man's face. "Did he fight well?"
"Quite well, Lyon."
"Hmm…I can use him then." Lyon kneeled next to Joshua's dead body and used his fingers to trace invisible patterns on the body. "They don't call me the demon king for nothing." He stood up and spread his arms wide. Lyon's eyes widened as dark energies passed through his body and embedded themselves into the symbols traced on Joshua's body. The dead swordmaster let out a horrifying scream as gray horns burst out of his forehead and black wings erupted from his back.
"Bastard…" Joshua staggered up, his eyes dark. Blood dripped down from his forehead and back and the swordmaster straightened, wincing.
"Now, now, Joshua. Conceal your horns and wings. It wouldn't do to have any of your friends find you. You work for me now. And you're going to like it, okay?" Lyon smiled, but his eyes showed that he was quite serious. Joshua nodded and the horns and wings disappeared.
"I'll be back later, Lord Lyon." Joshua narrowed his eyes before disappearing, controlled by the new demonic energies flowing through him. Lyon waved a cheery farewell to the demon and turned back to his assistant.
"Anyone else noteworthy?"
"There is one more. A healer and follower of the ways of the holy one."
"I see…Bring me to her. It will be nice converting her to a tool of darkness."
The gorgon motioned to where Natasha stood, a small statue of granite. Lyon smiled and walked up to the statue appreciatively, brushing his hand over the stone curves.
"She is quite beautiful. Now…Which one of my comrades would like to control her? I'd put a part of my essence in her, but I'm saving it for someone else."
"Perhaps Korupchian? He might enjoy such a person."
"Ah…Perfect." Lyon placed his finger on Natasha's forehead and brought his finger down across her body. Where his finger touched, the stone dissolved and Natasha's flesh began to reappear. In a couple of seconds, the cleric was returned to her normal self. Lyon nudged her to make sure she was unconscious.
The necromancer opened his arms wide and summoned an ethereal being in front of him. This being had a shiny handlebar mustache and wore fancy clothes gilded with pyrite and he wore rings made of bone on his finger. His head was completely bald and his eyes were pinched with greed.
"Demon King…I see you've taken up residence in a new form. Why did you call me? I have work to do."
"I believe you will like this. This lovely lady has recently lost her soul to a Stone curse. Perhaps you'd like to inhabit the body."
"A cleric of goodness, I see." Korupchian smiled. "I like your style. I accept your gift and I will see what I can do to contribute to your cause." The being flew into Natasha's body and the cleric convulsed, her eyes wide and blank. Natasha's hair flew about wildly as her body became used to the new soul that was housed inside of it.
The blond cleric pushed herself up, brushing back a couple of stray strands of gold hair. Her eyes glinted evilly and she wore a wide smirk on her face. "Yes…Farewell, Demon King. It was great doing business with you." Natasha disappeared, controlled by her new master. Lyon clucked and continued on his journey, searching for more remains of the force that had fought against him.
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He came across the corpses of Ross and Lute along his journey. Coincidentally, Ross had landed right next to the girl he was fighting for. Lyon thought this was quite amusing.
"Poor fool." Lyon chuckled. "Why not do the both of them a favor? I'll just bring them back and have them fight for me. That way, they can always be together." The white-haired man rubbed his hands eagerly and prepared his spell. In a couple of minutes, he was finished. Both of them were standing, their eyes blank and their bodies fueled by pure dark magic. He chuckled again.
"Perhaps under my control, you two will realize your own desires for each other!" Lyon waved them away and the two walked off, looking and acting just as if they were alive. The only difference you could see was markings on the palms of their hands, but nobody looked at those anyway.
Lyon finally ended up where he saw the last defenders. He brushed past the statues of Neimi and Colm with disdain. The only person he wanted to see was the girl with the teal-hair.
"Hmph…Apparently, the person I'm possessing seemed to like Eirika a lot. Perhaps I shall find out why. I am a king, of course! I shall need a wife." Lyon smiled and released Eirika from her stone prison as well. The teal-haired girl toppled to the ground, her hair forming a sort of halo around her head. Lyon smiled. This would be especially entertaining. Using the leader of the forces that had fought against him. He liked the idea.
Lyon checked to make sure Eirika was still breathing, and when he was satisfied, he proceeded with his work. He drew symbols across Eirika's body as well, taking extreme care to not mess up a single stroke. Lyon finished and he looked up from his work at the gorgon standing to his side.
"Leave."
The gorgon bowed and departed in a flash, using its magics to warp away. Lyon turned back to Eirika's motionless body, grinning. He stood up and raised his hands over Eirika, using his magic to levitate her in the air. Chanting slowly, the necromancer ran his hands around Eirika's body, coursing demon magic through the lord's veins and changing her into a being of evil.
Small, black-red wings erupted from Eirika's back and a similarly colored tail grew out as well. Eirika's hair grew longer as well and became silkier and smoother. Two small horns, slightly curved, grew out of her forehead, breaking her skin and causing blood to pour out. Lyon lowered his arms as the spell was finished.
"Wake, my queen."
Eirika's eyes snapped open. The normally kind, caring, soft-blue eyes she once had were changed into different ones. Her eyes were now colored a deep crimson and nothing that even hinted at the original Eirika's personality. She stood up and stretched sensuously, purring.
"Aww…Lyon…You shouldn't have." She crawled to Lyon, rubbing his arm.
"Not now, my queen. Hide your demonic features. We need to wipe out the rest of the enemy forces. Joshua!"
Joshua appeared, his red-hair slick with blood. "What do you want?"
"Having fun, were you?" Lyon cocked an eye and motioned to the blood that covered him.
"Nothing you should be worried about. Just a person who believed that he could kill me." Joshua smirked. "So?"
"I see. Come, we need to wipe out the rest of the unified forces. Except for L'Arachel, Innes, and Tana. Those three I will need. Make sure they are not killed, okay?" Lyon turned to Joshua, who sighed.
"Very well."
"Let's go, Eirika. I hope you don't mind killing your former friends." Lyon turned to Eirika, who purred again, running a finger across the dull end of her blade.
"No…Not at all, dear Lyon."
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Forde gasped as he saw the figure of Eirika stagger into sight. "Kyle! Our lady approaches!"
His partner, a black-green haired cavalier, looked up and nodded. The two of them rushed towards Eirika, who smiled at them.
"Thank you so much, boys…" Eirika smiled and winked at the two of them. Kyle looked over the lord at his partner, confused. Their lord had never acted like this before.
"Is something wrong, milady?" Kyle leaned down.
Eirika grinned, showing fangs. "Nothing. Nothing wrong at all." Quick as a flash, she drew her sword and plunged her sword into Kyle's body, killing him instantly. Forde, taken aback, stalled momentarily before raising the alarm and drawing his sword.
"Aww…Dear Forde…You would kill me?" Eirika slowly walked towards Forde, smiling seductively. Forde trembled before nodding.
"Yes! My lady would never act this way!" Forde nodded, occasionally warding Eirika off with his sword. Eirika clucked.
"Is that so…" Eirika smiled, before lunging for Forde and kissing him square on the lips. While the cavalier was stunned by her move, Eirika snuck one hand to the hilt of Forde's sword and used to weapon to kill the blond cavalier. She pushed him away and wiped her mouth derisively.
"Quite a lovely display." Lyon appeared. "But could you have done it quicker?" Lyon looked around at the soldiers that had gathered around them. "Now we'll have to fight them all. What ever shall we do?"
Eirika grinned. "Oh…I think I know."
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And so ends of the story of the Unified Forces of Magvel. Caught off guard by the sudden betrayal by Lady Eirika and Lord Joshua, the entire army was killed, except for three. Tana and Innes, the children of Lord Hayden, as well as L'Arachel, the only daughter of Lord Mansel, were kept alive. With the last amount of resistance defeated, the Demon King went on to finish his resurrection. While Myrrh, a young mamkute that had traveled with Ephraim, tried to mount a strike force, she lacked support. After his resurrection, the Demon King, along with Eirika and Joshua, found her and killed her.
Using his powers, the Demon King re-animated Myrrh into an undead mamkute, and now she serves him as a guard to his castle. As for L'Arachel, she was corrupted and transformed into a dark priestess, a demon that harnessed the powers of evil to perform mockeries of such gifts like healing and blessings. Innes, turned into a demon much like Joshua, assassinated his father and assumed his throne. His sister, Tana, was transformed into a Succubus, much like Eirika, and rules by her brother's side.
Along with his resurrections, hordes of monsters erupted from the ground and spread along the continent, assimilating themselves in cities and towns. The merchant nation of Carcino was wiped out because of the flood of monsters, and Frelia and Rausten took control of its ports, barring all entrance into the continent. Eirika took control of the shattered remnants of Renais and gave to country to the Demon King, who ruled Grado. With that, the teal-haired Succubus returned to Grado and ruled beside the Demon King, or Lyon, as he likes to be called. Jehanna fell under the iron hand of Joshua.
And why don't the people rebel? Because Lyon placed the whole continent of Magvel under a giant spell. Every human saw everyone else as a human. Monsters, gorgons, gargoyles, centaurs, demons, all were seen as normal humans. They were kept in complete ignorance and the Demon King preferred it that way. No one knows why he didn't just wipe humans and mamkutes from the face of the continent, except for himself. And…Maybe me.
- Keiko Yatai, the Everseer
Excerpt from "The Fall of Magvel"
Chris: Uh…If you find yourself confused, don't ask. I kinda only remembered a portion of the original ending so I started on that and it expanded into this. Cause I think the Demon King should actually have demons. Anyway…Hope you like this weird version of the story, and if I ever get Tactician in the Shadows far enough that the OCs travel to Magvel (Which they will), you'll recognize some things.
Keiko Yatai is a character I'm keeping and the markings on re-animated people I'm keeping. You know, the stuff on the palms.
Anyway, you know the drill. Reviews, advice, etc. Hope you thought it was as weird as I did when I was typing it.