Zenith flung his fist into the boulder, shattering it into a thousand pieces.
"Aren't you training a little hard?" He whirled to face Astaroth, standing tall in the doorway of the underground chamber.
"I can never train to hard, Astaroth. Alexandros, Tamakaro, and that wench, Kylie, humiliated me. I was defeated by not only Alexandros-who I have expected to succeed, as he is just as powerful as me-but two mere MORTALS! And Alexandros's son, who's half mortal! This is unforgivable! I have never been so humiliated in my life! I am the Prince of Darkness! No one should be able to defeat me! Do you hear me? NO ONE!" Zenith exclaimed, practically screaming as he shattered several more boulders with his bare hands.
"I understand, Zenith. But now you have the aid of the heartless." Astaroth reminded him.
"The heartless won't be enough, Astaroth! I'll need more…something…no, someone just as powerful as myself in mortal form at least…" Zenith explained.
"And who might this god among men be?" Astaroth questioned, slightly curious.
Zenith smiled.
"Riku."
OO;;…Honestly, even I didn't see that coming. I kinda' made it up as I went along. I know I'm stretching the whole "make it dramatic by putting only one name at the end of the chapter" thing, but bear with me, neh? Remember, I only update if you review!