Demonic Dreamers © A story by Animegamer2007
The Final Chapter: Fate's Chess
"What do you want to discuss with me?" I muttered to the deity before us.
"That depends entirely upon you, for I can't control your mind. I can only decide what path you will choose in life, where you end up and who you meet."
"Okay, then. Who are you?"
"I go by many names. Karma some call me, others refer to me as Destiny, but many just call me Fate. You can call me what you will."
I examined the goddess' body. Royal purple cloak, invisible eyes and features, a floating chessboard… after what I had just been through, I'm willing to believe anything. "Say you are Fate, or whatever you like to be called, how do I know this is not a joke?"
"I am formless. A shape shifter who molds themselves into the ideal body for those they wish to see. As Karma, I can impose good and evil will upon those who would please or displease me, there is always a renegade chess piece floating about.
"As Destiny I can predict a person's birth, life, and death by merely examining the path I have laid out for them. As Fate, I control the entire board. However, if proof is what you need… I open my cloak to you."
She tossed the two pieces of the cape back. I can't even describe what I saw. She was and entity without feet or form, a bottomless abyss of time and space who crafted and destroyed planets, life, and existence at her whim. I could see everything that was to be and everything that wasn't to come all at the same time, literally chaos floating in the mist of her aura.
"Whoa."
"I am inclined to agree. This is me, and few have seen it."
"I see, so you are Fate. Hm, impressive. What's with the chess board?"
"Ah, my beloved chess. This is just one of millions I create. This one just happens to be yours."
"Mine?"
"Indeed. Look at the pieces, do they not mimic what is happening now, or what has happened?"
She was right. The ebony pieces were scattered in all directions, the king was crafted to mimic the visage of Satan and he was protected in the left corner with the queen beside him, who coincidentally was shaped like Angel Eyes. All other pieces except the few pawns were taken.
The ivory pieces were also scattered, The king, fashioned like me with the wings and horns, stood triumphant with his sword, the queen, Lena, right beside me. Steve-O's piece was three diagonal spaces away bent like a bishop.
The pawns, and other pieces were missing except for one pawn in Hell's half of the board. It was Freddy, though severely damaged and clinging to her square for dear life.
"Every pawn is a potential queen. You need only direct her in the right direction, out of harms way. She was a renegade but kept to her beliefs. She died for good cause and since the Hell spawn king has been taken, she can be brought back."
"No, it can't be true." Lena whispered in severe disbelief. "She's dead. The dead can't talk, or walk, or laugh, they are dead, never to return to the land of the living! Freddy's dead!" She whimpered.
"The magic lays in Kyo's sword. He need only to ask of it to bring her back, but in exchange it must take away all evil within your heart."
"But I have no evil. Do I?"
"You do. If you didn't you would've transformed into a angel, not the holy demon you are now."
"How? How can I do it? I'll do anything for my friends! You're Fate, you must know this!" I uttered with hardly any breath in my lungs.
"Remove the dagger in her back, and insert your sword instead. Do not be alarmed if dead blood gushes from her fatal wound. That life is over, this life is about to begin."
I did as I was told. The evil blade slid out easily, the blood the lubricant for its removal. Blood did gush out, but I struggled not to vomit. I guess during the battle, I didn't really concentrate on the blood and the bile stayed down. I inserted my sword with little trouble and turned to Lena.
"Join me?"
"But…"
I chuckled. "C'mon, you don't wanna run your casino looking like that for the rest of your life do you?"
She glanced down at herself, her skirt and stockings in shambles and her hair all a mess. She felt the top of her head and wiggled her wings, apparently forgetting she had gone through a metamorphosis during the battle. "I guess you're right." She walked over to Freddy's corpse and kneeled beside me.
"All you need to do now is pray." And with that, Fate disappeared.
"Well kid, lets bring our Freddy back," said Steve-O putting his hand on each of our shoulders.
"Yeah, lets bring her back." I muttered.
Never has evil ever succeeded. Never has good been defeated. It's as in the stories we were told as children, good triumphs over evil, and love always prevails. Life will go on unless Fate or God decides otherwise. No more am I the Disturbed Youth or Lena the Goth. We are human and will stay that way.
But we are ready.
Ready for evil encase it threatens the peace once again, and I only pray others will do the same.
The End.