A World Deep in Disorder
Chapter Fifty-Nine: Special Chapter
Hello everyone. This chapter will be the chapter that A World Deep in Disorder surpasses A World Embroiled in Chaos in both length and reviews… and with two less chapters, too. This story still has the rest of Kit's saga, Yureidoru's Saga, Tamrin's Saga, Kevin's Saga, Kirth's Story, and the finale of the Kyle/Alyssa Saga. Estimated length: 30 more chapters in all. So, this story's about two-thirds completed. Anyways, I'd like to give you all a special chapter… the one based on the story's most powerful and notorious antagonist, Kirth. It's be a long one, so buckle yourselves in, and enjoy the ride… (Note: This takes place long before all the other sagas).
DISCLAIMER: Refer to the previous chapter's disclaimer.
Kirth's Story
"…Good…
…Evil…
…Such vague terms, aren't they?
Most people are judged either good or evil…
…But there is no right, and there is no wrong…
As long as people think what they're doing is right, they'll consider themselves good, and those who oppose them evil… it's how this bloody world works, anyhow.
…And I care nothing for it, and even less for the bloody humans who inhabit it…
…They all judge me as evil… just because I'm different from them… but they'll get their due. All is going to end one day by Wrath's hand, but I'm growing impatient. I want it to end sooner… by my hand, if need be.
…I'm leaving now, brother, and I pity that you won't take the same course of action… if you change your mind… you know where to find me."
-Veidlfar
-Kirth's POV-
That letter was the last I heard from my younger brother, Veidlfar, and I must say that it has a very good point. I cast him off into the streets without thinking, and it is an action that I kind of regret… his hatred for humankind has welled up far greater than my own… and I'm a greater god, dammit! People consider me a freak. I must say that I should've joined him then and there, but… I didn't… and that was the last I ever heard of my little brother.
Well, in truth, Veidlfar wasn't really my younger brother… although I looked to him as one. More accurately, he was I. My father, Dr.Geris, is one of the most brilliant scientists ever. He used my blood… blood type X, and even the legendary eternal matter from the very core of existence… and even had me go and find the all-powerful onyx star from my own plane of existence, and bring it back to him. All of these things he used to create Veidlfar… the perfect life… both a clone of myself, and a being all his own.
What my father didn't expect was for Veidlfar to develop a true will of his own. When tampering with the onyx star, source of darkness, and the legendary eternal matter, strongest gem existing, you're not going to get a mere clone who'll do anything you say. Fed up with not only my father, but the selfish desires of all humans, as well… Veidlfar up and left… and was never heard from again. Facing many regrets… I decided to fulfill his wishes in his honor, and embroil the world in chaos. If you have the time to listen… here's my story…
The truth behind 'Evil'
A twelve-year-old Kirth sighed, and looked to his father, the famed Dr.Geris…said to be the most brilliant mind to ever have existed. Kirth actually looked like an innocent child at this point, but still possessed his eerie purple eyes (an effect of being the greater god of death. The eyes of the gods are reflected by what they're a god of. Kirth's are eerie, like death, while Kyle's are storming with power. Kevin's are unusually dark, while Fletcher's are unusually bright.) And his slicked back short black hair.
His father, however, appeared to be thirty, but was in fact much older. He sported small reading glasses, and a goatee of his graying hair. His eyes were in fact a dull blue.
"Dad… where'd brother go?" Kirth asked. Dr.Geris sighed, and looked down at him. "Will you stop asking me that, already? How should I know! All I know is that he's only nine years old, and that he'll come home crying in a matter of days!" He exclaimed. Kirth sighed heavily. "You've been saying that for the past six weeks. I don't think he's planning on returning." He stated. "Nonsense! I created him! He'll return to his creator!" Dr.Geris replied. "I don't think so. You can't expect to control the power of a greater god, the source of darkness, or the gem of infinity… none of the three alone. Do you honestly expect to control him when he's made up of the powers of all three?" Kirth explained. Dr.Geris just grunted, and left the room.
Kirth sighed. "He isn't coming back… and I just cast him away… I need to go vent in my… spot." He mumbled, leaving his house, and walking outside, which wasn't much. They were smack in the middle of the desert… and one of its worst parts. Each day, the town would be ravaged by sandstorms… time and time again. Although most stayed inside due to the treacherous weather, Kirth didn't need to, and actually found it advantageous. Most people were afraid of him, so if they were out of his way, he'd be better off. Besides, having the greater god advantages meant that he was unaffected by the sandstorm.
Walking down to the outskirts of town, he found the place that he used most for training. It was the spot where the sands were the fiercest. He walked into the center of the focused sandstorm, and transformed into his Ganondorf form to meditate. And so, he tuned out the world around him, as he focused his mind on the powers that rested inside him.
"…"
"…"
"…Huff… huff…"
Kirth opened one of his eyes. Apparently another figure was trekking through the intensified sandstorm… but who'd be stupid enough to do so? Kirth peered into the sandstorm to see a large muscle-bound kid walking through the storm.
Kirth transformed back into his human form. "…Who are you, and what the hell are you doing, here?" Kirth asked, when the figure came into full view. "Well, I'm just testing out my own strength against the desert, and…" The figure began, but was stopped short when he noticed Kirth's eyes. They were extremely eerie… it was like staring into the depths of the dark corners of the dead plane of exsistence, itself.
"Ah! It's a freak!" The boy exclaimed, transforming into a large, crimson-furred DK, and launching his giant fist at Kirth. Kirth sighed, and stopped the punch with his own hand… without even having to transform. Kirth then, with a flick of his wrist, flung the figure backwards, onto the ground. "Y-You must be that… greater god… Kirth!" The boy exclaimed. Kirth put on his devious smirk, which usually wasn't a good thing… even at this age.
"Careful who you call freak… or they may in fact kill you." Kirth grinned, beginning to make the transformation into his Ganondorf form. "Forgive me… I'll do anything!" The boy exclaimed, now having transformed back into his human form. "…Anything…?" Kirth asked, thinking back…
…Flashback…
"Humans… I hate them, brother! They're all despicable beings that care about none other than themselves! The gods should just end them all right here and now… what do you say brother… want to fulfill our duties as gods, and pass judgment upon the humans right now? I'm more than up for it…" Veidlfar exclaimed.
…Back to reality…
"…Tell you what… show me what you can really do in battle… and I'll judge you as either worthless or of use to me. If you're of no use… I will kill you." Kirth stated. "…Fine… I'll show you what I've got." The boy stated, transforming back into his DK form. "Good…" Kirth replied, transforming into his Ganondorf form.
The DK form ran forward, but Kirth merely floated to the side. The DK then tried to land a punch on Kirth, but he deflected it again with the palm of his hand. Then, he threw the boy very far away. "… Seems worthless…" Kirth sighed. Suddenly, the DK slammed the ground, and the sands began to stir up and fly everywhere. "…Hm." Kirth stated, having some slight difficulty seeing.
It was then that the DK came out from seemingly below, and punched Kirth in the back of the head, which actually caused Kirth some pain. He then flung the DK from behind him to the ground in front of him, and pointed a large trident down his face.
"Finish me." The DK stated, transforming back into his human form. Kirth then decided to put away his trident. "No. You passed." Kirth stated. "What? But you beat the shit out of me!" The boy exclaimed. "…But you managed to get an actual hit on me, that actually hurt a bit. Not many people can even do that." Kirth explained, transforming back into his human form.
"…I am… grateful." The boy said, standing up. "…Whatever, just get out of town tonight. You will be of great use to me, and since I've spared you, you'll do as I say… or I'll kill you." Kirth said. "Ok, but… why do you want me to leave town?" The boy asked. "Because… I'm going to destroy it, and you're all in it that's of use to me… got that, kid?" Kirth asked. "Well, I'm only a year younger than you, and my name's Orgoth." The boy replied. "Sure, Orgoth… just be out of town by tonight… or you may die." Kirth stated. Orgoth nodded.
…Later that night…
Kirth smirked. He would now fulfill his brother's wishes, and kill the human that he hated most. His father. The one who, now believing that Veidlfar had left for good, tried to run the same experiment again to mass produce him, and gain an army of perfects. Of course this had no chance of working… but he would try anyways… and Kirth wouldn't stand for this.
"Heh… I'll just repeat the experiment, and then there will be a new perfect life, and this one will be loyal!" Dr.Geris exclaimed for no apparent reason. It was night, and he was working in his secret lab… not knowing that Kirth was listening to all this while leaning upon the doorframe.
"Do you really think that there can be more than one perfect life?" Kirth asked. Dr.Geris, startled, turned around. "Kirth! What are you doing, here!" He exclaimed. "Never mind that. Not only has the creation of a fifth with the blood type of X disrupted the laws of creation, but also a sixth would be disastrous to it. Plus, the only other eternal matter lies in the core of existence, which I don't think that you can get to. Most of all, however, the onyx star's power can only influence one person at a time… and right now, it's literally a part of Veidlfar. All three of these factors dictate that another cannot be created, so don't even try… he's a one of a kind experiment." Kirth explained.
"… Don't tell me what I can and cannot do!" Dr.Geris explained. Kirth sighed, and shook his head. "…You're supposed to be the most brilliant mind that the humans have… but if that's all you humans have to offer…" He sighed, suddenly slamming his father into a wall. "What is the meaning of this?" Dr.Geris exclaimed, while getting up from the mess. "I'm here to fulfill my brother's wishes… to appease the regret inside me… and there is not human that he wanted to burn in hell more than you… so shall I send you there?" Kirth asked. "Never!" Dr.Geris exclaimed, transforming into a large grayish Mewtwo form.
"…Do you really think that you can take on your old man?" Dr.Geris asked, as Kirth smirked. "Do you think that you can take on a god…?" He asked, transforming into his Mewtwo form. Thunder began to rumble violently outside, as the wind began to howl greatly. Not only that, but a fierce rain began to pound outside.
Dr.Geris looked in terror at the transformation that his son had just become. It was much bigger than he was, and was an eerie midnight blue color. His eyes were the eerie purple that was like death itself, and all of the normally rounded joints that a Mewtwo transformation would have were sharp and spiked.
As afraid as he was, however, Dr.Geris refused to back down. He ran at his son, and launched a psychic sphere of energy at Kirth. Kirth smirked, caught the psychic ball of energy in midair, and made it twenty times the size. "Oh… shit…" Dr.Geris stated, as Kirth launched the enormous psychic sphere back at his father, who was promptly devastated by it.
He was knocked out of his transformation, and was on the ground, smoking black, in his human form. "…How…?" He asked. "Simple. I'm a god, and you are not… now… die." Kirth stated, grabbing his father's forehead, and making it explode. Kirth, now somewhat content, floated outside, to the center of town. He cast one of his palms up to the stormy sky, and suddenly, an enormous ray of energy came down from the clouds, and obliterated the entire town in an explosion triple the size of a nuclear explosion.
Orgoth, very far away, watched as the entire town was obliterated in the distance. Kirth then warped out of nowhere in front of him. "Whoa! Where'd you come from!" Orgoth asked. Kirth smirked, as he transformed back into his human form.
"That explosion over there, now come on… we have work to do." He stated. "Well… what is it that we're doing?" Orgoth asked. "Fulfilling my brother's wishes. We're going to amass a force that shares our vision of spreading chaos throughout the entire planet… and when we do, we'll stage a huge massacre at the greatest gathering of humankind: The grand tournament. Then, we'll take over this bloody planet, and once we do, we'll spread out influence outwards, all over existence." Kirth stated. Orgoth smirked. "Sounds like a plan." He said. "Oh, indeed it is… indeed it is." Kirth replied.
End of One-Chapter Saga
Well, this was a very long chapter, and I hope that it explained a lot for you. Next time, we go back to the Kit saga. Well, let me know how you liked that in a review!
Until Next Chapter,
-Biggoron