Power Unleashed
Loerchik smirked deviously as the wave of darkness overtook Spyro. He looked forward at his new adversaries, that being Archion and Choryrth. His malicious intent flared like a bonfire fueled by bloodlust and hatred. From his eyes, he emitted a piercing stare of utter malice. His face bore a sly grin of the prospect of inflicting pain on more dragons. However, out of the corner of his peripheral vision, he saw the smallest spark of dark energy, tainted with purple flair. He turned to the rolling wave of darkness that he had set on Spyro. Small purple trails of smoke penetrated the shell of darkness, and the entire structure seemed to glow with a purple and magenta aura.
He turned to it, only to be met with an almost terrifying sight. Spyro stood there. His eyes closed in a face of concentration or calm. He could not decipher his face. Two purple infinity signs glowed around his eyes, touching with the Omni Symbol on his head. Purple energy emitted from his fists and feet, and lines along the lower part of his legs and arms. His horns and tail emanated purple smoke and surrounded his entire body with swirls of power. Even as the power he had never known had leveled the ground before him, he still did not open his eyes. Glowing faintly, his body pulsed with energy, and any remaining hostile force except for Loerchik was swiftly dispatched.
The pulse of power seemed to knock Loerchik back into his mindset, and with no hesitation, he flew at Spyro with his tailblade lashing out, and soon he felt it connect with something, and it slid to a stop. He grinned slightly, thinking that he had just sliced through his adversary, but that was quickly replaced by fear as he saw what had actually occurred when the dust that was kicked from the strike settled.
There was Spyro, standing, unscathed and whole. Loerchik's tail blade stopped, held within three sharp black talons of his adversary. Even more threatening, Spyro had no impression of having moved his body at all. His arm was the only thing that had moved, the rest was moved infinitesimally from the weight shift, but that was it. Spyro slowly moved the tailblade of his foe downward, still with eyes closed. The small illumination of the remaining convexity lights showed a small amount of sweat coming from Loerchik's forehead. This was not because of exertion. He felt his heart begin to beat against his scales. His frills extended upward. Shivers racked his form. He felt a cold feeling well up inside him, and his instincts were screaming at him to run.
Fear. He was feeling fear for the first time in an eternity. Forcing his feelings down, he covered himself in a dark aura and charged recklessly toward his now seemingly invincible opponent. Spyro's eyes remained closed. In a pulse of purple and a wave of displaced wind, Spyro appeared behind Loerchik. A purple outline showed his path forward, and all of this happened in a fraction of a second. The next fraction of this second, Loerchik's aura dispersed as he was suddenly battered by a hundred shockwaves from punches that had come out of nowhere. Launching to the side into a pile of rubble and decimated wall, he groaned in indescribable pain.
Spyro turned around. His eyes still closed in that indiscernible expression. He opened them slowly as he looked at the struggling form of Loerchik. His adversary looked into his eyes, and the sight almost made him want to surrender before he was harmed any more. His eyes were glowing white, with the pupil being purple and red. He could see two things in those eyes. A sign of immense rage and hatred toward him, and second, a limitless power unlike anything he had ever seen. He knew that by looking at those furious eyes, if this dragon could hone that talent, he could turn him to dust with the snap of his fingers.
Standing straight upwards Loerchik reappraised his opponent. Spyro watched him with his glare, with not even the slightest change in his stance. Loerchik built up destructive energy in his maw, and was about to release it, and Spyro made no moves still. Then, as soon as the energy was about to release from Loerchik's mouth, Spyro made the smallest flex of his legs. His form blurred. He appeared in front of Loerchik and slammed his clenched talons into his throat. Immediately he coughed up spit and the energy inside his jaws fizzled out. He stumbled backward. Like a wounded animal, he watched the unrelenting glare that Spyro bore. Loerchik roared and heightened his power. His energy storage started to drain more and more energy. He rushed forward. With his talons clenched, he put every ounce of force he had into his punch, and once again, the blow hit something.
Spyro stood there, unmoved, except for a slight tilt in his head that was caused by the blow. Loerchik saw that this meant Spyro wasn't invincible, just harder to beat. Spyro roared for the first time and it sounded like the whole earth shook with his power. He grabbed Loerchik's outstretched paw. Using strength that did not suit his small figure, he slammed Loerchik into the ground several times before throwing him up in the air. He jumped off the floating island, and the entire landscape tilted by about ten degrees. He flew up to where he had launched up Loerchik.
"Perish." he whispered. With that, hundreds of blows knocked Loerchik around in the air. His darkness absorbed most of the attack though, so it did do some, but not as much as it's fullest potential. Loerchik, both wheezing and infuriated, used his dark power to move several tendrils of earth towards Spyro. Spyro simply held his talons out and as soon as they hit his scales, they disintegrated. Loerchik was now sweating profusely. He had not managed to get a single hit on Spyro. He called out all the power he had, and launched it at Spyro in a massive beam of dark energy. Spyro flew forward right into the beam. Cutting right through it, he slammed into Loerchik. In a pulse of energy, reality seemed to warp around him. For a split second, he saw massive spheres, with figures. One showed a giant purple man with a golden hand with glowing stones, one showed a long, light blue snake like dragon with no wings with another human who was dressed in a red robe and a straw hat, and weirdly, another dragon that looked somewhat like him, but was glowing white and fighting another purple dragon.
This lasted for the faintest of moments and in a few seconds they were gone. He refocused on Loerchik. Slamming him into the island, it smashed through, only adding to the amount of damage that Loerchik had sustained. Spyro did not relent, and slammed Loerchik through the ground at massively hypersonic speeds. Using his new powers, he tore several chunks of earth into Loerchik, who was only barely able to stay conscious. Spyro roared and let out a massive beam of convexity towards Loerchik, who was thoroughly knocked out by the pure force. He slammed the now unconscious Loerchik into the grounds in which the battle had occurred. The pain jolted Loerchik back to consciousness. He saw the menacing image of Spyro slowly walking toward him. He tried to move, but he was so battered by Spyro's overwhelming attack.
Spyro built up destructive energy in his mouth, but as he was about to release it and finish Loerchik off, pain unlike anything he had ever felt before racked his body. He reverted to his normal form, his body loosing all the power he had not a few seconds ago. Spyro was not released from his pain as it kept him conscious. Nails felt like they were slowly digging into Spyro, and they kept on injecting red hot bolts of pain into Spyro's convulsing form. He yelled out in indescribable pain. It felt like his body was pulling itself apart. Loerchik did not have the energy in order to smirk at his opponent's weakness. He was yelling at himself to get up, because if Spyro lived from this, he would come back and kill Loerchik. With great effort, he pulled himself up, and compiled all the power he had left into a small blast that would kill Spyro. As soon as he was about to release it, he was hit from behind and was knocked out by Archion, who up until this point had watched on in complete awe. He had several dragons drag Loerchik away to be locked up.
He turned to Spyro, who was still convulsing in pain on the floor. He decided to take on some of Spyro's pain in order to lessen the damage. He forced a link, and immediately he fell to his knees, as the pain that Spyro felt, dug into Archion, who in self preservation, severed the link. "By the ever-loving Ancestors!" he was simply flabbergasted by the amount of pain and suffering that Spyro had gone through. He quickly knocked Spyro out, but he still convulsed, even in his unconscious state. Luckily, no physical wounds seemed to appear, meaning that Spyro would survive the ordeal. They had gotten Spyro to perform the ritual, and he had the power. Archion pondered if they should leave. He determined that that would be the best thing to do as the Dark realms were still dangerous for Ember. He decided that once Spyro was back to full strength, they would leave.
Spyro found himself in a dark void, but a small light seemed to emit from the back. He turned toward that light and could hear voices yelling.
"No! Not Spyro! Please have mercy!" a feminine voice called.
"NO! You defied me! You said you would never have a kid after what happened last time!" Called a deeper voice, with anger and disgust dripping from his voice.
"I changed my mind. It wasn't my fault he turned into a psychopath after what you showed him!" the feminine voice yelled again.
"I did nothing to change him. You go on and have (fuzz out) egg (fuzz out) after the last one almost destroyed us! We were forced to create the (fuzz out) because of him, and yet you go behind my back and do this! And YOU! You where there when she made that vow. WHY!?" The deep voice accused,
"Because I loved her, I believed that her next time would be better. No psychopaths. Now I think YOU are the psychopath!" A lighter male voice said, and his voice was filled with animosity.
"THAT IS IT! I seal you away, to be forgotten by this child, and HE will be your guardian. He is the only one I approve of. He is not that wretched color. As for Spyro, he will forget you. Nobody will be able to tell him. I will make sure of it. BEGONE!" The deep voice roared.
"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO-" The feminine and lighter male voice shouted.
The voices cut off as Spyro lost himself in a world of pain.
Luin looked over the massive compound that he had transformed the volcano into in the few hours following his acclimation of the Atonus Raelgil. In a single thought, Luin had leveled the top of the dormant volcano and transformed it into an impenetrable fortress. It was thoroughly impervious to anyone daring or stupid enough to try to get through. With walls as high as Warfang's, they reached intimidatingly into the turbulent skies, no different than Cynder's old fortress in Concurrent Skies. The entire compound consisted of several barracks, which held many of hundreds of dark creatures. Many giant golems were being made, with only a hint of the Atonus Raelgil's power to be as strong as they were during the war.
Over all of them was the central tower, in which Luin and the other Sin's resided. Powerful as they were, the Dark Master was not willing to send forces out until they were absolutely sure that Spyro was not returning. It had been a week since they had left, but by this point, Luin began to become more confident that Spyro would have already succumbed to the darkness that infested the Dark Realms.
"KRATOM!" he roared. Wrath was there, having fully recovered from the wounds he sustained while battling Spyro's hint of Dark Perfection. While there was still a small cough in his breath, he was battle ready. He looked to Luin with expectations.
In the blink of an eye, Luin turned around and held out his weapon, and the power of the Atonus Raelgil flowed into him. Different colored energies flowed into him, overwhelming his natural energy storage. Roaring, he released it all in a fury of Ice, Fire, Lightning, and Earth Energy. While he retained his color as an Earth Dragon, he felt control over all the elements that a purple dragon could possess. He kneeled to the ground as he felt the power flowing through his body. He stood up shakily.
Luin looked at his newly empowered servant. He smirked and decided it was time to "test out" his new power. He had been wronged too many times by the puny residents of Warfang, and decided to take them down one by one. He opened up a portal to a far away town. One of the few remaining poison dragon colonies. Normally he would look to them for assistance, as they have one of the most offensive elements, but at this point, he just wanted to have a little "fun" with this place. He did need some entertainment after all.
He turned to Wrath and gave a single instruction.
"Go have fun."
As Wrath turned to the portal, he started to laugh. It was a slow chuckle at first, but then grew into a roar of utter insane delight, making all that heard it chilled with fear and concern. He was not insane, but certainly acted like it. He flew in a loop before flying, roaring with laughter, into the portal. And as Luin closed the portal, he was delighted to hear the fading sounds of screams, still emanating from the closing portal.
Hello All!
WOW! It has been a WHILE since my last upload. I want you all to know that I am okay. I am vaccinated and staying safe, but on that note, I have some sad news. Real life has been coming up on me, and I won't have the time to do this as much. I may upload every few months, but don't expect much. I love every one of my commenters, and I leave you with this: Stay Safe and as always, Peace out from SpyroAndSisuFan.
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