Sparda's Revenge: Story 2

The men fought with drudgery might, not giving mercy towards those who apposed them. Sparda's men were giving unequal strength as they fought. Their techniques where unheard of and made them look like stone warriors. However, the barbarians had savage was of slaughtering their enemies. Traps were laid through out the field that not even the eyes of a hawk could spot. Also their numbers of warriors seemed to play a rather crucial role. In overall, the barbarians had well exceeded Sparda's men by eight thousand troops. Most of the barbarians where half bloods, which meant they had Demon blood flowing through their veins. This gave them strength then the mortal Azarathian warriors. In time of this great advantage, Sparda's moral in battle dropped dramatically. It seemed that the barbarians had taken over this war and began to slaughter their opponents mercilessly. It seemed that only Sparda was cutting down the barbarians as they attacked. He had left a trail of blood and death as he moved forward to the heart of the barbarian army. With him followed twenty men and the Sparda's young lieutenant solider. One of the men by Sparda's side was shot by an arrow in the head with such force that it took off his skull.

Lt. Solder: "Lord, we head strayed too far! We most pull back or risk losing this battle and more man."

Sparda: (Pulling his blade out a barbarians shoulder) "No, I will have the barbarian leader's head!"

Lt. Solder: "Then I will follow you till my death."

Sparda looked around him and saw all those dead. He looked harder and realized that a large portion of them where from his troop. By now all except Sparda and his lieutenant were left standing, while the remanding troops where pushed back towards the hills. The barbarians encircled Sparda and the young solder but none dared to attack. For they where staring into a Demon but not any Demon. This was the great warrior and champion to the Gods. By his hands, thousands of men and Demons where sleighed with no mercy. All that they could do was aim their swords and spears at the two man that were back to back. For those who stepped inwards the circle, they met their end.

Sparda: "Is there! Is there no one else!"

The barbarians shock at the sight of the enraged Demon. His eyes where burning as if the gates of hell where imbedded within them. The young lieutenant by his side was limping as he followed Sparda's lead, still back to back. Unaware, a giant of a man was emerging from the crowd of barbarians. He wore grand fur clothing that fabricated him larger and a long black beard, like bear he looked. In one hand, a massive hammer was held with the blood and flesh of those he crushed. This was the leader of the barbarians and half-blooded demons, and also a true Demon that wasn't contented to the Underworld. He stopped and looked at the two men as they circled around.

Lt. Soldier: "Lord, we must pull back! We soon wouldn't have an army if we don't. I'll hold my ground while you head back!"

Spada: "You'll do no such thing. As long as one of use stands, we will prevail.

Lt. Soldier: (Near tears) "Please, my lord. If we fail, they will slaughter all those in our kingdom."

Sparda: (Very softly) "Do as you please, I have crushed armies single handedly. This one is nothing more or nothing less."

Lt. Soldier: "These foes are the last enemy we face. If we gather more strength, we would….

The soldier's words were cut off as the leader of the barbarians thrusted a spear in his throat. Sparda felt the running of blood down his back, he then felt his companions body fall. He twirled his body his in time to catch the young man. He quickly changed to his human features but made sure no one dared to attack him. The young solder was struggling to break as blood emerged through his mouth.

Lt. Soldier: "My…lord. Ple..Please…for..for..forgive……me."

With these his last words, he drew his eyes inside his head. Sparda was staring down at the body he was holding. He slowly moved his head to find all those just like the young solder dead or dying. A barbarian ran and rammed a pike through Sparda's shoulder from behind. Yet Sparda remained unmoved, as if the pike was not felt. Sparda was taken by the sight of his men dying just for his kingdom's protection, for his pride, and his greed. He breathed heavily as he saw the dead young men in his arms, he was still a young boy.

Sparda: (Quietly) "My enemies didn't kill my men, I did…..Sareena, how could you?" (Yelling) "How could you?"

He jerked the spear out of his body and rammed it through a pair of barbarians. Transforming into his Demon self, he blindly slashed at whomever he saw. He felt the blood of his enemies fall over his body as he sent them to death. He was knocked off balance by the leaders massive hammer. The barbarian leader then swung his hammer with such force, that it caused Sparda to be thrown off his feet. Sparda landed strait on his feet alert but glanced that he had landed on the bodies of his men. Once again, Sparda was overwhelmed by shame. He dropped to his knees and stared into the red and orange sky. The barbarian leader made it towards Sparda and raised his hammer over his head. Just as he was about to release to over Sparda, Sparda screamed.

Sparda: "Argoton!"

Sparda screamed the God of War's name causing everything and everyone to freeze in their place. Black clouds now covered the sky that seemed to be on fire. The clouds gathered into one place and a roll of thunder emerges from them. The clouds slowly start to split apart to reveille a titan. He could have easily grabbed fifty men with his hands. He now stared down Sparda from his view in the skies. The God slowly seemed to fate out but reappeared in front of Sparda but now his size.

Sparda: "Great God of War! Please destroy my enemies for me so I may save my men and my kingdom of Serpona. In exchange, I will serve a God like you once more, till I die."

Argoton wore a great size of armor; his chest plate alone was twice the size of Sparda's beetle like armor skin. His orange lava hair waved though the wind he had caused with his entrance. His entire body was covered by red fog, giving him the true image of the God.

Sparda: "I will offer you my sword. The very on that won victory to the Gods two thousand years ago."

Argoton glimpsed at the Demon that had presented himself before a mighty God. Argoton knew Sparda and all he had done for the Gods but yet felt unconvinced. Sparda had left the God's service and was asking them for a favor after his betrayal. Argoton emotionlessly took the red sword Sparda presented in front of him.

Argoton: "You, the great Demon and warrior Sparda. Abandoned us on our service and our offers to make you a God. Yet, you now want us to help you? I see no reason why I shall."

Sparda: (Slightly angrily) "I have done many things for you and you offered me to become a God. I ask that this offer I ask of you besides making me a God."

Argoton: (Hesitating) "Very well Sparda but be aware that this is nothing as a simple factor. For those who ask a God a favor, must be cursed with a terrible burden."

Sparda: (Though his teeth) "Yes, I know!"

Argoton: "So be it, Sparda."

Argoton grabbed Sparda's arms with great force and squeezed them tight. Sparda felt his arms burn as chains wrapped themselves around them. The chains burned forcefully deep into his skin, forever not to be removed. Argoton removed his hands from Sparda's arms and watched as steam let out from Sparda's burning flesh. At the ends on these chains came two swords that held a large but short blades. The blades had been carried down from the sky by some mysterious flying creatures. Sparda didn't notice since the pain of the chains had engulfed him. Finally the blades were forever attached to the linked chains around Sparda. The blades were smooth except that it was ragged and rough with small rimes coming from the blade. Sparda stared at the swords that were now forever stuck within him. He could place the pair of swords on his back but nowhere else for they would return to the chains on his arms. Sparda wondrously glanced his new curse but at the same time, his new power.

Argoton: "The favor has been done but I must warn you Sparda. Because of this, you will become my own personal champion. Also once this battle is through, you will be asked to destroy a kingdom that's a waste of Azarath."

Sparda was listening but was still pensive as he watched the chains.

Sparda: "I thank you…master. My life is yours Ares. From this day, I shall carry forth your will.

Argoton smirked as he backed away from the Demon. He picked up his new sword he had received from Sparda.

Argoton: "Test your new weapon on your enemies' leader. You will now also carry my mark."

Argoton released a wave a red fog from his hands towards Sparda. The fog encrusted itself onto Sparda's left leg, chest, arms, and head leaving permanent red marks.

Argoton: "Just to symbolize you as my champion."

Sparda once again felt the burning from his leg to his shaved head. Argoton was now upon the clouds again in his monstrous size. The clouds then slide into place and vanished as quickly as they came. Now the movement around Sparda was activated and he saw the leader swing in a empty space where Sparda used to be. The barbarian leader, as well as a few of his me, stared at Sparda as if he moved from his current place to a few feet away. Once more he had new weapons in chains around his arms and red marks across his body.

Barbarian Leader: "What his this sorcery? You are a demon as I, how could you have such speed."

Sparda smirked as he realized what they where thinking.

Sparda: "You are no Demon, you are nothing!"

Sparda drew out his swords from his back and threw them at the barbarian's stomach. The leader gasped as it went through his body but stood in his place. Sparda now grabbed the chains that where connected to the swords and yanked them towards him. The barbarian lead flew towards Sparda as he awaited him eagerly. With in a reasonable length, Sparda impaled his whole hand through the barbarian leader's chest. With his other, he grabbed hold of his enemies' head and ripped it of his torso. The rest of the barbarians where bewildered out of their mind that they failed to notice dark clouds over head. The clouds where glowing red in the night sky as it engulfed the entire battlefield. Out of the clouds came thousands of creatures that had the bodies of birds but the faces of women. They were monsters but their bird bodies held the figures and shape of normal woman, questonly beautiful. These harpies flew in numbers and attacked the barbarians, slaughtering those they could get a hold. Along with them, red thunder erupted from the depths of the clouds. The thunder ripped through the bodies of the barbarians as they scurried to avoid their doom. In a matter of seconds, thousands of barbarians were slaughtered in unavoidable ways. Sparda's men watched fearfully thinking that they too would be desecrated, but yet they remained on their feet. After the last barbarian was ripped in half by two harpies, a white figure emerged from the clouds towards Sparda. It was another harpy but it was full of white feathers and unsealed comely beauty. She landed in front of Sparda so gently that it felt like she wasn't real. She folded her wings neatly behind her and spoke in a memorizing voice.

White Harpy: "The God of War has done your wish Sparda. He now asks that you journey towards the Mountains of Nosgoth."

Sparda: "Tell The God of War I shall meet his request."

White Harpy: (Softly) "Very well, Champion of Argoton."

She placed her hands on Sparda's shoulder and leaned in to meet Sparda's lips. Sparda remained as if the kiss wasn't happening but couldn't ignore the pedal soft lips on his. The harpy released the kiss and spread her wings. She arose into the air with the many other black harpies. All vanished through the clouds that had formed overhead. Argoton emerged his hand of the clouds and formed a fist.

Argoton: "Remember, Champion."

With those last words, the clouds faded showing only the night sky. Sparda still stared into the sky until he heard a soldier call his attention

Soldier: "My lord!"

Sparda: "We have won! There is none left that could rain ciaos to Serpona!"

The troops hesitated for a while till a couple yelled Sparda's name.

Soldiers: "Sparda. Sparda. Sparda."

The whole army rekindled at Sparda, cheering his name at the top of their lungs. The cheers sounded as waves hitting jagged rocks and all were towards Sparda.