Hi guys! Haven't updated in a while. Hope you're enjoying my stories :-)
I've decided to change a bit Yuri's Graveyard, you know make some adjustments, since in my story he doesn't have any tree stuck in there lol. I'm referring to Shadow Hearts Covenant of course. Also all his fusion monsters mentioned in my story are from the second game. In this version he only has grade 3 fusion monsters. I always tend to mix things from the two games. Hope it doesn't confuse you.
I'm not the creator of Shadow Hearts (in case someone doubted it lol)
Chapter Three
He was falling through the darkness, his confused thoughts making his head ache. Suddenly, he bumped to the ground, making his headache worse.
"Why do I always end glued to the floor when I enter this place?" the crimson eyed Harmonixer wondered. He knew where he was alright. The Graveyard in his soul, where the souls of his fusion monsters rested until they were summoned by him.
He got up slowly. His headache had faded but instead his chest burned with pain.
"Damned that ugly thing and its poisonous spikes" he complained thinking of the creature responsible for his pain and his trip to the graveyard.
"Well at least I ended up in THIS Graveyard instead of a real one. It would be way too embarrassing if I had died by that stupid bitch spider." He thought.
He looked around: nothing had changed since his last visit. The altars of his 8 monsters still shone bright with their souls. There were 3 on each side: Water, Dark and Earth were in "Hell" side, Wind, Light and Fire elements on "Heaven" side. In the middle was a greater altar with the inscription "God of Wrath". That's where Amon dwelled, inside his soul. Far behind that altar was a gigantic one that glowed an intense light. It had strange markings, similar to those of the fusion monster that slept inside: Dark Seraphim, the most powerful fusion to ever be controlled by an Harmonixer.
He felt dizzy, suddenly. He always felt that way when someone was trying to reach him from the outside world.
"Damn, they must be worried" he thought, resently. He hated to worry his friends. But he couldn't leave the Graveyard just yet.
He knew that he had been summoned here for a purpose. The souls that dwelled inside him always called him when his life was in danger. While he remained in the Graveyard the time strangely slowed down for him. That way when he was badly injured his body took more time dying. This was a precious time that had saved his life more than once. But why did the fusions cared? Hell, he had fought them and controlled them. Some were more sympathetic than others, with feelings of compassion, understanding while others were violent and hateful. In the end all of them resented him for the control he had over their souls.
He had wondered this many times: why would they save his life? He only had one answered, the most obvious one: it was because their destiny was linked. If he died so would the souls. Well they wouldn't really die, given the fact they were already souls, instead they would be dragged into darkness and turn into nothingness. It was better from their point of view to remain under his control and "live" than disappear forever from this world. This was his conclusion. He didn't like to think much of his souls. To him they were monsters that he controlled, without feelings. It was easier to think that way. However every time he fused he felt the souls thinking in his head, their feelings of despair, hate, compassion. Perhaps they were more than stupid monsters…
He shook those disturbing thoughts away. He walked around the place, stopping in front of each altar and examining it. Each of the souls gave him different feelings. Fire: the desire to fight, an impatient warrior. Water: sadness, a dragon that cried in despair. Wind: the will for freedom, a gigantic bird that longed for the open skies. Earth: anger, an enormous being that devastated all with its wrath. Light: love, an archangel of compassion that forgave all sins. Dark: hate, a dark archangel called forth by conflicting emotions. It was his element.
He reached for the grave of Amon. From it emaned immense power and a feeling of anger toward all things, far greater than that of the Earth fusion. He wasn't called God of Wrath for no reason. He kept walking towards the last altar: the altar of the god summoned to Earth by foolish humans: Dark Seraphim. His power was incredible. He could destroy the whole world in seconds.
He backed away, sighing. "This is boring. I hope they're treating me well out there so that I can get out of here." He thought. He always felt uncomfortable when he remained in the Graveyard for too long. Some of the souls would always try to trick him to see if he would loose the control he had over them. They would fill his head with their voices making him almost go insane. "Well, they wouldn't try it now. If I wake up we're all doomed" he thought, desperate. The only thing he could do was wait.
As you've read this chapter was dedicated to Yuri's "relations" with his monsters. I decided to put a more human side on the monsters personalities. Because they're part of a human being and are contained in his mind I thought it was a good idea to give other perspective of the fusion monsters.