A World Embroiled in Chaos
Chapter Forty-Eight: Turn of Events
A/N: Yay. New chapter today. I would also like you people to notice something. If you haven't noticed… the sent in characters have unbalanced levels of power. This will be based on your rate of reviews. Better reviewers have strong characters, worse reviewers have worse characters. Keep that in mind, people. Now, onto the story…
DISCLAIMER: Refer to chapter one's disclaimer.
…In the Dark Realm…
Kirth sat upon his high throne, and observed the three in front of him: Orgoth, Zyalia, and Kevin, while Zalthyr was, as usual, at his side. "I have called this meeting for a different reason than usual…" Kirth began. "Why would that be?" Zyalia asked. "Simple. I have three generals in front of you, yet only two parts of the barrier remain. One of you here is not loyal to me… and I'm going to find out who it is…" Kirth explained. "I bet its Kevin! He's the newest one of us!" Orgoth yelled. "Oh, blame it on the new guy." Kevin sighed. Zyalia stayed silent. Zalthyr sighed. "It has to be you, Kevin. The barrier remains unchanged since you joined. You haven't added power since you joined…besides… you were once the enemy." He stated. Kirth nodded. "He's right. It also appears that you fought off your dark self instead of absorbing him." He said. "It looks like you're the traitor." He added. Orgoth and Zyalia began to advance on Kevin.
"You're a bit too late. I've gotten enough information on the dark powers… and my legendary weapon." Kevin stated. Orgoth and Zyalia were about to transform and attack Kevin, but couldn't transform. "Remember? I can cancel out others' transformations." Kevin stated. Zalthyr grimaced. Even his transformations weren't working. Kirth began to chuckle a bit, but then burst into an all-out evil laughter. "Nice try, kid." He said, getting off his throne, and walking down the great steps to where his generals and Kevin were. He stepped into the radius of Kevin's jamming effect. "…But you fail to take into consideration that I'm a greater god… I have superior blood… none can stop my transformations." He chuckled, transforming into his mighty Bowser form. "…Plus… your own transformations are jammed while that is in effect." Kirth then growled.
Kevin knew that things weren't looking good. He took a few steps back. "At least I discovered that I'm a lesser god." Kevin sighed. "Oh really?" Kirth asked. "So now, all four gods have come into play…" He then said. "Well, it's been fun hanging out, but I'm leaving this place. See ya later." Kevin said, flipping them all off as he back flipped out the window. There was then a flash of light, and he transformed into his Yoshi form. It was larger than the normal Yoshi, though not as large as Kyle's form. It was purple, had the small reading glasses, and two large raven wings. He then flew off, found the barrier, and went through it (The barrier is one-sided. It repels people from entering, not from leaving).
"Damn. He escaped." Zalthyr stated. "This could get ugly. Now we have two gods to worry about." Zyalia said. "Not to worry. We've still got our ally to even the odds." Kirth smirked. "You mean… him…?" Orgoth asked. "Yes… our little… friend." Kirth then chuckled. "What are our orders, now?" Zyalia asked. "Zyalia… keep watch over the desert. Orgoth… you go back to the mountains. We have some bugs who need extermination in those areas." Kirth explained. The two nodded, and left the room. "Zalthyr… now's the time to set up a meeting with my… friend." Kirth then said. Zalthyr nodded, smirked, and left the room.
…Back in Grandville's grand Tower…
Fletcher sat upon his throne. As always, things were busy with him running Clan Justice. Suddenly, a large, oozing black puddle appeared on the floor. He looked at it and sighed. "What is it?" He asked. The puddle suddenly took the form of a figure… Zalthyr. "I have a message from my master." Zalthyr stated. "And… I'm waiting…" Fletcher stated sounding bored. "Do not act blasé with me, or I'll cut you to pieces." Zalthyr said. "Are you forgetting that I'm a lesser god, and you aren't?" Fletcher smirked. Zalthyr grimaced. He was right. The only ones stronger than him were the four gods… which meant Kyle, Kirth, Kevin, and Fletcher… so he had to be less forceful. He needed to remember that there are four people stronger than the fifth strongest.
"…It's simple. First was Kirth reigning chaos on the world, then there was you, making Clan Justice and 'pretending' to make law in the world. Just a month ago, Kyle revealed his identity as the god who holds the most power. Now, it's time. The fourth god, Kevin, has revealed himself… and Kirth's realm is in danger of being breached within the next week. You must put Clan Justice into action." Zalthyr explained. "That will be done. I'll make sure, that by the time this week ends, all of Clan Justice will be launched to attack these "criminals." Fletcher stated. Zalthyr smirked. "Good. Very good… they'll think they're fighting for justice… that'll slow down the resistance… and put a lot of guilt on them." He stated. "What? You think that my massive numbers can't stop them?" Fletcher asked. "Don't underestimate these guys… they're definitely among the strongest fighters in the world… and they have a greater and a lesser god among them…. If the battle goes poorly, then we'll send in Silver Rogue reinforcements… the entire main force is ready and waiting in the dark realm." Zalthyr replied. "I see… but I do not think that the reinforcements are needed. I have one and a half billion personally trained men capable of going to battle." Fletcher replied. "…And we have a full three billion of Kirth's finest stationed in our realm. With all these numbers, I say there is little hope of them winning." Zalthyr explained. (Yeah… the Earth's population has grown… especially since the aging thing has come into effect). Fletcher smirked. "Trust me… they can't win. We can simply counter the gods on their side, with the gods on our side, have you and the other two generals deal with the other best fighters, and our numbers will take care of the rest. We'll be the rulers of all existence soon enough." Fletcher said. Zalthyr nodded. "Just remember… by the end of the week." He stated. "Don't worry about it! It's under control." Fletcher replied. Zalthyr sighed, and vanished back into the dissolving black puddle.
'This war will be more complicated than he thinks. Numbers aren't everything, and he thinks that all four gods are on par…' Zalthyr thought, as he vanished.
Coming up: I'll have to flip a coin on what chapter comes next. No more today, but some tomorrow… so leave me a review, people.
Until Next Chapter,
-Biggoron
