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Celt jumped at him, unleashing a volley of unpredictable blade slashes, which Sere just jumped out of the way of, moving what looked like his wedding band from his ring finger to the tip of his index finger, while daftly manuevering out of the way of more blows. "I'll only use this finger to parry." He said, and Celt was a little skeptic of this, not sure if it was just a lie, to make way for a diversion, which lead to an opening to attack, or he was serious. Either way, he keep pushing towards him, slashing fiercely with his swords.
Celt charged him again, letting off another series of slashes, and Sere grinned, planting his feet firmly on one spot, as Celt's attacks neared him, and he blocked them with... his wedding ring. Yes, Sere was actually reflecting the blows with his small ring of gold, now parrying multiple strikes, as the blade collided with the simple band, bouncing off. "Headstrong, not afraid to get in one's face..." He said, parrying more blows, as Celt pushed towards him, forcing him back with his blades. "...Just like your father." And then one of the blades shot over his shoulder, as he managed to barely evade, as the shaft of metal slid harmlessly through his long gold hair.
"...With the insane prescision of your mother." Sere said, as Celt jumped back, taking a strange stance. "Cataclysm's Illusion!" He yelled, as flame erupted around him, displacing his image, faltering, fading, reappearing and feinting. "Ohhh! What a pleasany surprise! Your mother taught you that curious technique!" He said as Celt neared him. Sere smiled. "Ascension." And like water flowing from him, a serene aura appeared around him, an aura of an azure hue, as apposed to Celt's fiery hateful crimson aura. "CATASTROPHE!" He roared, as Celt got close enough to lash out at him, and Celt felt himself blown back by the shockwave. "You're not the only one with special powers, Celt." He said, as the serene flow of energy coursed around him.
Celt 'hmphed' as he stood up, cringing, and falling back down as surges of energy from the shockwave ran through his nerves, crippling him. "Bastard..." He said, stumbling to get back up, his nerves all messed up, everything felt reversed. He needed to dredge up some sort of technique that he could do without much movement. Thats when he heard Athos' voice in his head, calling out the words "Cataclysm's Chains." And as he heard Athos say it, he too, said it, and a cirlce of enscibed fiery runes beneath his feet as the area around his foot radius became lava, and red-hot chains burst from within it, moving with a life of their own, blades attached to the ends.
Sere cringed. His mother had used the very same technique on him once in training, and he never found a way past it. How had he learned so many techniqes so quickly? He had felt many Cataclysm techniques off in the distance from Celt, in such a short time. Was there somone helping him...? Thats when Sere noticed the shadowy figure behind Celt.
"Athos!" Sere exclaimed, and the shady figure nodded with a smirk. "I'll see you sometime soon, brother..." The figure said, and Celt didn't hear a word. His body was practically comatose, unmoving, breath still, but he was living through the chains. He could move and see clearly through them, so he concentrated on the fully. Sere was steadily being amazed by this child, and couldn't recover from the shock of seeing Athos again, after so many years of him being gone... but he had no time for reminiscence as chains shot at him.
Sere evaded one chain, then reached into a pocket and launched a kunai at the other, hitting the tip of its blade, redirecting it away from him as he reached into another pocket, and slashed at another living chain with a concealed short sword. "Ascencions Blade." He said, as a pulse of blue grew in the center of the blade, pulsating, and growing as it enveloped and enlargened the blade until the glow died away, and became an ornately carved long sword. He lashed out at the chains, holding his ground for a good amount of time until while he was busy fending off three chains attacking him from above to notice the other two snaking towards his feet. As the two wrapped around his ankles, he looked down, and the other chains snapped at him, and wrapped around his arms, torso and neck. "Shit." He choked out. This was the exact same way his mother had beaten him, how could he have forgotten, and fell for it again?
"ASCENSIONS REQUIEM." He yelled, as the calming blue aura becoming a black color, serene features becoming gaunt and tight. The now flaring aura melted the chains right off, and the water like glow had become fiery. "Nocturne of Shadow." And music began playing from the dark corners of the room, as the shadows began shifting and moving as if they were alive, and they suddenly began to expand, and swallowed the lights of the room, quenching the torches and candles. Suddenly, Celt was kicked in the jaw, dispelling the Cataclysm, and the sudden panic that washed over his body gained him use of his limbs. Celt began panicking, swinging his blades at any sign of sounds or movement, which he heard from all around, or it was just his imagination.
Sere's voice called out from the seemingly unending darkness.
"What Celt, afraid of the dark? Why would that be?" Sere asked in a rough voice. "Would it be because you never had a mother to tuck you in at night?" He said.
"Shut up."
"It's because you never had a mother to hold you close when you awoke from a terrifying nightmare, isn't it?"
"Shut up!"
"Or is it because of the fact you can't even rememeber the days where your mother did say 'I love you.'?"
"SHUT UP."
"Or... was it because of that night when she went insane, and almost killed you? WAS IT!"
The memories of that night cut through Celt's heart. Lately, his mother had been acting strangely, and his father had actually been aroundlately, as opposed to always being out working to support the household. During this time, Celt's mother stopped saying 'I love you' stopped hugging him, and started fallign into trances, until one night...
Celt had gotten into bed and tucked himself in with a frown and a sigh, saying goodnight to himself like his mother would've if she cared. Then the door suddenly opened slowly. Celt sat up and turned to see who was entering his bedroom, and saw his mother standing there, her dark eyes blank. Celt was amazed to see it was his mother. "Mummy, mummy, are you going to tuck me in tonight?" He asked ecstatically, face a lit in anticipation of finally receiving some affection from his mother. "...Mommy...?" And she stood there, blank faced for a little while, until she rushed at him. Celt didn't even feel it. He was numb from shock as he watched his beloved mother beating the life out of him, until the father rushed and managed to subdue the mother.
Celt was comatose for three weeks, that's how badly he was beaten by his mother. Three weeks he suffered the darkness of his own mind, the black absence of thought and life that he lived in while he was unconscious, thinking about why his mother had attacked him and beaten him so brutally. He woke up later, and found his mother and father to be gone, all while he was a small child of five years. He was never the same, always keeping to himself, sulking within the darkness that had been his mind up until it had been re lit, then thrust back into the fear and anger of what happened years ago, when this unendind darkness had brought the old memory to the surface.
"BLACK HATRED!" Celt roared, falling deep into the sin of the curse, enveloped in purple flames, his eyes colors inverting, veins of black unfurling from the gem and covering him in demonic looking tattoos from the forehead down to his torso and arms. He disappeared into the darkness, reappearing with his blade embedded in Sere's gut, which he wrenched upwards, cutting clear through the center of his ribs, pulling it from his torso, spraying himself with blood in the process. As the body dropped limp to the ground, Celt heard Sere's voice from a rafter above him. "Spectacular!" It called out, and Celt looked up, the shadows receding, and Celt's anger faded with it, his source of anger, contempt and pain. Sere jumped down from above. "I havn't had such a great battle since I met your parents! Bravo!" He said, and Celt looked to the dead corpse questioningly.
"Doppleganger. Sheikah Magic. But congrats on your win." He said with a grin.
Hee. Hope you enjoyed it. XD Leave me a review on what you thought, and don't worry, I've got even more fun coming up with the next chapter. The next chapter will be revealing who Sere is, and how he knows Celt's parents, and Celt himself, as well as a bunch of other little goodies. Stay tuned.