A/N:Everything you recognize from the movie is not mine. I wish I owned it, but I'm not that good of a writer. Yay! Finally you all get to see Riddick, sorry to all you lovers of Riddick for taking so long. I want to thank my sister and beta, Christina for her input on the story. I also want to take the time to thank J.R, Rose Joker, Lauren, and Dreamweaver74 for your wonderful reviews. I'm glad you enjoy my story and I hope you continue to like it. Enjoy!
Helion Prime was a warm planet when the sun rose. Feeling the bright star on her skin, Aeon closed her eyes and took in the warmth of its rays. Necromongers lived in the darkness, light was considered something unholy and against the teachings of the Underverse. Liam hid his own enjoyment well, but she knew he was grateful for his time away from Necropolis.
The poor capital of Helion Prime was now reduced to a smoking war zone. The survivors were now captives, fearful and angry. Aeon stood behind the people with the other Necromonger women. She watched as Liam stood before the crowd, persuading them to convert.
"In this verse, life is antagonistic to the natural state. Here, humans in all their various races are a spontaneous outbreak, an unguided mistake." As he began his speech, Aeon narrowed her eyes at DameVaako who was toying with a captive female's hair. She is too bold for her own good. Aeon thought as she folded her arms. One day it will stab her in the back.
"Our purpose is to correct that mistake. Because there is another verse, a verse where life is welcomed and cherished. A ravishing, ever-new place called Underverse."
Aeon grimaced at his words. It was death that was welcomed and cherished, not life. She watched the people as they whispered amongst themselves. They were not to be persuaded by Liam's words. She was happy for their loyalty to their faith, but also sad because the Lord Marshall would not stand for stubbornness.
"But the road to that verse crosses over the threshold. What you call, death." At the mentioning of death, the people became nervous. "So it is this verse that must be cleansed of life so that Underverse can populate and prosper."
The people would not be swayed; they began shouting words of anger and hatred. Knowing that Liam was failing, the Lord Marshall took a stab at persuading them.
"Look around you. Every Necromonger in this hall, everyone of the Legion Vast that just swept aside your defenses in one night was once like you. Fought as feebly as you. Every Necromonger that lives today is a convert."
"There'll be no conversions!" a valiant captive cried out angrily.
"We all began as something else!" Liam continued his persuading. "It was hard for me to accept, too, when I first heard these words."
His words were not entirely true, but they weren't lies. Aeon knew what he had gone through before his conversion. Unlike the captives, he had a choice to either choose death for himself and Aeon, or choose conversion and let her go free.
"But I changed. I let them take away my pain." His eyes met hers for a split second. He was trying to prove to her that his decision was hard and caused him five years of pain and torture. Her eyes softened and a small smile crossed her lips. I know your pain, her body language told him.
He allowed himself an equally small smile and averted his gaze back to the crowd. "Just as you will change, when you realize that the threshold to the Underverse will be crossed only by those who have embraced the Necromonger faith. For those of you who will right now, drop to your knees and asked to be purified."
"We will not renounce our faith!" the same man as before shook his head. The crowd began to follow his words.
"No one here will do what you ask." Another brave, but foolish man walked down the golden steps. "It is unthinkable!" he cried. "This is a world of many peoples, many religions!"
Aeon's stomach turned when she saw the Lord Marshall put a hand on Liam's shoulder and walk towards the brave human.
"And we simply cannot and will not be converted!" those were the man's last words before the Lord Marshall ripped his soul from his body.
"Then I'll take your soul." He growled, throwing the soul to the ground and crushing it beneath his feet, killing the poor man. "Join him," he gestured to the lifeless body. "Or join me."
In fear, all of the captives dropped to their knees and bowed. With a sigh, Aeon traveled down the golden stairway to Liam. His jaw was clenched, his fists tightened. "What is it?" she softly stroked the side of his face.
He sighed and took her hand into his, gazing sadly into her eyes. "Some wounds do not heal."
They turned to leave the dead planet when a stranger passed through the doorways. Aeon gasped as she remembered standing between he and Liam long ago on Kadras, but she could not recall who he was or where he came from. The past became cloudy when she chose to convert.
Vaako approached the stranger growling. "This is your one chance. Take the Lord Marshall's offer and bow."
The stranger scowled. "I bow to no man."
Vaako lifted his helmet from his head and stared the stranger down. "He's not a man. He's a holy half-dead who has seen the Underverse."
The stranger grinned, sizing Vaako up. "Look, I'm not with everyone here." He turned his gaze towards Irgun, a loyal, but stupid warrior. "But I will take a piece of him." He growled. Aeon could see he was ready for a quick fight with the Necromonger.
Vaako grinned, confident in Irgun's skills. "A piece you will have."
Irgun grunted, clutching his axes. He swung his massive weapon at the stranger, attempting to slice his head clean off his shoulders. But the stranger bent backwards, missing the edge of Irgun's blade. Irgun attacked once more, spinning his axes like a wheel, but the stranger dodged each attack. He ducked under Irgun's arm and pulled out the dagger that was lodged in his back. With one quick move, he spun back under Irgun's arm and plunged the dagger deep into his stomach. Once Irgun dropped lifelessly to the ground, the stranger turned to leave, but the Lord Marshall had other ideas. "Stop him!" he cried. Instantly, the soldiers held the stranger at gunpoint. The Lord Marshall ascended the stairway, yanking the dagger out of Irgun's dead body.
"Irgun, one of my best." The Lord Marshall grinned. He was amused by the stranger's strength.
"If you say so." The stranger grinned, equally amused. Aeon held back a chuckle.
The Lord Marshall raised an eyebrow. "What do you think of this blade?" he held out the dagger to the stranger.
He examined it expertly. "I think it's a half-gram heavy on the back end." He held the dagger back out to the Lord Marshall.
"In our faith," he squeezed the stranger's hand that held the blade. "You keep what you kill."
The stranger scowled and ripped his hand away. The Lord Marshall chuckled. "Take him before the Quasi-deads." He ordered as he left for his ship.
Liam turned to leave as well, but Aeon squeezed his hand. "Wait," she kept her eyes on the stranger, straining to remember why the stranger was so familiar to her. The soldiers surrounded the stranger, ready to fight him if need be. The stranger, gripped the dagger in his hand, ready to kill all who stood in his way.
"Perhaps the breeder would do it if somebody just asked him." DameVaako slinked her way out of the shadows. She seductively circled the stranger. "It is a rare offer. A visit inside Necropolis."
The stranger smelled her and grinned. "It's been a long time since I smelled beautiful." He said.
"Let me show you that way." DameVaako raised a fine eyebrow. Aeon was disgusted by her ploy, but it was working because she took the stranger by the hand and led him to the Necromonger ships. With one last look at the ill fated people of Helion Prime, she and Liam returned to the dark hell of Necropolis.
A/N: This was a really long chappie….R&R! plz?