Well, this is going up.
Soon, late, an eternity later… matters not, cause it is out!
Oh, right! This is part of a Double release from me! I have put out another story as well; It is the second chapter to a new pet project of mine, Grimm Walker, a RWBY and Shadow of War/Mordor crossover sorta thing.
Anyways, here we go!
I roar out in pain as I am thrown back by another barbed tentacle, the talons slicing at my armor and dripping poison through the chinks onto my skin. I growl in pain as the acid like venom drips onto my skin, twisted green and gray smoke coming from under my armor.
The abomination that is the leader of the Blood Moon guild roars out, a mass of twisting tendrils and tentacles emerging from his back, torso, and arms, ending in large cephalopod like barbed tentacles, crustacean claws, eyeless shark heads, twisted aberration chicken feet, sword like scorpion stingers, or eyeless demonic bird beaks filled with razors. Spines, crustacean-like armor, quills and more cover his tendrils as he floats in the air, his wings larger and his body more monster than man, if he had any man left in him when we began our fight. His four eyes glowed with ethereal green fire, as his fanged mouth was opened up, showing that his lips became two tendrils each, splitting down from where his nose ended and where his chin began. He bellows out, and throws three crab claws at me.
I jump and roll away, avoiding his strike. "Night Dragon Chilling Blast!" I growl, aiming my palm at him, firing freezing shadows into three of his tendrils, causing them to shatter when he worm them around. The monster that was Onkar the Undying screeches in pain, purple blood dripping from the wound as dark flesh is shown under his skin. His wine skin bubbles around them, warping and steaming as to regrow the limbs he lost. I grit my fangs as I dive out of the way of five shark heads, all whom eat the stone and steel of the floor.
"Blood Dragon Reaper Wings!" Howls Vale, twin scythe like blades made from blood slash into the wings of the abomination. The beast roars, the cracking of its wings bones sickening and gut wrenching. Many of the Trold had to retreat from the sounds and sights, taking the survivors of the guild as prisoners. Only me, Vale, and Otar remained to fight the monster that was the Guild Master of Blood Moon. Lisanna was helping with moving the wounded, and Jellal was transferring the prisoners.
"Eldrazi; Maw of Yig!" Comes the crashing voice of Onkar, as I watch a massive serpent-like head emerge from the ground, and crunch at Vale, who nimbly jumps through it's jaws. I shutter as the maw lets out a deafening roar, a small trickle of blood escaping my nose as a weight like a thousand ships crashes down on my mind. I see Vale fall to a knee, and Otar grabs at his ears as he goes to the floor. The roar then echoed through the room, coming back to my ears like a wave of flying glass.
"Hellfire Storm Dragon; Hellbound Harpoon!" I roar, the sound fussy and faint to me as I form the spell in my hands. Purple lightning and maroon hellfire roared to life and took the form of a terrifying looking javelin, which I promptly throw in the general direction of Onkar's skull. The massive beast turns, and raises his arm in time for the harpoon to tear it off. He roars in pain at the loss of his limb, which begins to bubble and boil as it slowly regrows.
"Lightning Flame Dragon Roar!" I bellow as the wave of fire and lightning leaves my gaping mouth, the heat and sparks buzzing past my teeth and towards it's target; Onkar's stump of a left arm. The eldritch abomination roars in pain as his flesh is seared, and charges at me.
He then makes a swing at me once my flames die out… only to hit nothing, as his arm had not regrown. I give a fanged smirk as he stares at the void where his left elbow should have been, where smoking flesh dripped at instead of a muscled appendage. He bares his shark like teeth, and lets out a deafening roar and extends his right hand at me, a magic circle opening around it.
"Eldrazi; Ithaqua's Rotting Fangs!" I had barely enough time to drop to my stomach as I saw a gate open, that let a massive rotting being's face through that bit at where I stood, it's glowing red eyes and missing noise prominent above it's lipless permanente grin.
I turn, and see a massive eye with tentacles emerging from it staring at me, only to let out a laser like blast of green energy at me, which slams right into my chest. I growl as I feel my armor melt under its heat, so I drop down to my knees, avoiding the blast as much as I can.
The eye, just like the decayed corpse like being Ithaqua and the monstrous serpent known as Yig, fades away after a moment, leaving only Onkar. I re-equip out of my armor into a much more mobile outfit.
I roll my shoulders as I re-equip out of anything I don't want damaged/further damaged. I smirk at the eldritch being, running my fingers through my hair as I stare at the confused overpowered being. I admit, this outfit is a bit unorthodox, but it helps me output more mana into my attacks, and is more mobile than armor. Fun fact; Your not as inflexible in armor or just a clunky monster in a suit of steel like most common people think, but you are restricted from doing certain things in it like scratching your back or curling up in a ball, or doing extreme yoga and such things.
I stare at Onkar as I mutter "Re-equip, Nightcloak." I step forward, the long robe like coat swirling with shadows as I approach, my scarf lazily wrapped around my neck still. From there, a simple gray button up and dark vest is under the coat, along with baggy dark gray pants gracing my legs. A red obi and haramaki loop around me between my shirt and pants, under the chest piece and coat. Dark brown boots that reached up to my mid calf with four belts around them, but the actual boot shape was more dress shoe like as I zipped forward towards the massive being called Onkar.
"Night Dragon Stardust Sweep!" I shout, kicking out one of the scaled legs from under the beast of a man, a trail of shadows and white light that was colder than ice following my leg as I struck. I growl and thrust my fist out, my fingers outstretched like a bird or Wyverns talon.
"Night Dragon Talon!" I snarl, raking my fingers over his left shoulder, severing three tendrils from there, causing the two bird beaks to squawk out and the crab claw to fall limp. I followed up by igniting my fist with fire and searing the wound, causing that area to not regrow back. Lopsided, he shuffles back as he watches with guarded expression to see my next move and how to counter it.
Guess I could face an uncaring monster of the void with my own.
"Take-Over…" I whisper, the massive magic circle under me betraying what I am doing to the Guild Master, his eyes narrowing as he raises his right arm, also channeling a spell but far too late to stop me as I roar, "Noxidillia."
I roll my shoulders as my body grows and contorts to become like that of my cousins, whose soul the spell is fueled by. Small black spines emerge along my jawline, curved inward to look like a short black beard. Four purplish black horns emerge from my scalp and forehead, and my eyes reversed in color, my pupil turning white and my sclera turning black, while my iris was a mix of purple and black. I grin as twin massive wings shot out of the back of my coat without ripping it, the leathery wings were black with a white interior on the leather, the vertebrates all black however. My coat lifted a bit to show a clubbed tail snaking out of it, with round spine-like knots rolling down it to the club where they make it into a blunt morningstar. My hands and feet turn reptilian like, or if you know what a dragon looks like, draconic like. Their black and look like you crossed a Harpy Eagle's talons, Nile Crocodile's foot and a gauntlet covered hand all into the one, while my feet look the same except they just look like a massive black crocodile foot crossed with an eagle's talons. I grin as my hair lengthens and gains twin streaks of dark gray in my mane of light red/pink, both framing my eyes. I roar out, and launch myself at the abomination, now on equal ground as him, as far as physical capabilities are concerned.
"Night Dragon Secret Art; Luna's Twin Wrathblades!" I cry as I send twin strikes out from my hands, twin shadow looking falchion runeblades that strike at the only tendrils left on the abominations body, consuming them in darkness. He roars out, the tentacles bubbling as I prepare to burn them.
"Eldrazi Summons; Janai'ngo!" Bellows the ruined being before me, the spell he was charging complete and now eating away at his right arm and both of his wings. I feel a massive pressure in the room as I fall to a knee, and look to the center of the room, not focusing on Onkar who is collapsed in the corner that I backed him into.
Before me… is a monster only spoken of in legends and horror stories. A beast of the deep, of energy and magic long before Fiore was even a kingdom and the Magic Council was even thought of. A beast and servant of powers beyond our comprehension… and this fucker just summoned it into the room.
The thing is big enough where it fits in the room with some ability to turn… but that's it. It looks like a mix of a prawn, lobster, and snake with four massive squid arms coming from it's back. It is a massive prawn like being, with orange and red stripes covering it's black carapace, four massive clawed arms extending out from what I assume is it's torso, with the tendrils coming from it's shoulder blades, and the abdomen is a hybrid of a lobster tail and a webbed snake tail. The entire torso is opened up, revealing a mouth going from where the mouth of a prawn usually is, going all the way down to the beginning of the abdomen, the pariopods or legs looking like massive feelers to pull prey or whatever it wants into its gaping maw. The eight beady black eyes stare at me as it pulls itself forward with the two smaller claws it has, a few pariopods scuttling along making it sound like someone tapping their long nails on a chalkboard except amplified.
"What do they call you, morsel?" Declares the beast, it's very voice making Otar and Vale, who are trying to escape, fall to the ground holding their ears. I would do the same, if I were not in a Dragon Takeover.
"I am known by many names," I boom out, trying to buy the other two time to get out of here before I have to fight off a monster that would be considered an SS ranked beast. "Dragon Slayer, Salamander, the Rampaging Inferno, the Prince of Dragons…" I smirk as the two seem to be far enough away for me to finish this up. "To my friends, I am Natsu Dragneel, Son of King Igneel the Fire Dragon, Son of Queen Dranosa of the Beast Dragons, Nephew to Atlas Flame the HellFire Dragon, Cousin of Noxidillia the Night Dragon."
I pause, and breath in. "But you sir…" The monstrous prawn leans in.
"You have the pleasure of addressing me as Sir 'Shove pinecone on a stick up your fishy ass'." I boldly mock, my shit eating grin back on my face as the beast wails out and lashes its two larger claws at me. I roll between them and send a blast of fire up into its mouth… er, stomach? Hey, don't blame me for not knowing, Eldritch Anatomy 101 wasn't a course allowed at Igneels Primary School for Wannabe Dragonslayers, nor at Atlas' Collage of Dragonic Pain and Suffering, right across the street from Satan's School of Hell for Terrorists and Jaywalkers.
"YOU DARE MOCK ME, WRETCH! I WILL STRIP THE FLESH FROM YOUR BONES AFTER I OFFER YOUR BLOOD UP A SACRIFICE TO MY MASTER, DRAGONSPAWN!" comes the stentorian roar of Janai'ngo, slime like saliva and what I assume was it's last lunch spewing from the massive maw as I run through an opening between its legs, dodging left and right as two of the oversized cocktail shrimps giant squid arms try to mash me into goop along the stone blocks.
"Sorry, here, let me rephrase that; Greetings, oh great crustation? How would you like to be cooked? Boiled, Steamed, or baked with garlic and butter?" I taunt, turning violently before letting out a quick Fire Dragon Roar at the giant eldritch lobster. It hisses as I sear one of it's tendrils, before lashing out with it's four claws.
"FOOLISH HUMAN! I WILL FEAST ON YOUR MARROW AS YOUR SOUL IS BOILED BY MY LORD!" Screeches the crustation abomination, tearing up a part of the grate from the floor. I flick him off for a moment, before seeing him use a magic circle to make the water rise up like a bunch of liquid tendrils, and send them out to whip at me.
Fuck.
"Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck!" I vocalize my internal thoughts as I run in a rather complicated pattern around the legs of the monstrous prawn, trying to jump start my brain. I slide out of the way of a whip, only to have one crack against my leg. I wince in pain as the water slashes at my leg like it was made of steel. I punch the air, sending out three fireballs at some of the water tentacles.
"Fire Dragon Iron Fist; Triple Shot!" I cry out, before rolling out of the way of one of Janai'ngo's claws, diving out of the way before a second could cut me in half. I flap my wings as I take to the air, and point my fingers like finger guns at two of the being's tendrils.
"Night Dragon Chilling Blast!" I roar, sending two black void shots at the base of the flailing flesh whips. On contact, the two reddish black tentacles freeze, ice and frost forming along the flesh and slowly crawling up. I zoom forward, and spin around as I weave between the wings, slamming my tail into one of the squid arms and raking my claws through the second, severing both and shattering them with ease with my draconic might. The Eldritch monster roars in pain, before sending both tendrils back at me to slap me out of the air.
Now, for those of you who don't know what a barbed squid arm feels like, allow me to illustrate it to you. Imagine getting hit by a bullwhip or towel going at 150 miles an hour, but scale the towel or whip up to the size of a small car or a very large and fleshy vacuum cleaner. Now, make it into a squid tentacle. Oh, and for those of you who don't know, squid tentacles have teeth on them, which are usually as sharp as box cutter blades and are generally hooked like a fishing hook. Now, add the force of a small elephant hitting you behind them and you basically now know how I feel.
Knowing all this, my well earned response now seems to be more appropriate as I am struck in the wings by the bastard. "SON OF A CRAB FUCKING WHORE!" I roar out, feeling the barbs tearing at my wings as I blink the tears out of my eyes as I crash to the ground, reverting back to normal due to the damage I took.
I don't even get a chance to stand as I roll out of the way of two claws. I hit the wall, and slide up as I stare at Janai'ngo in his beady eyes. I grin as I finally get an idea… and I know I'll regret it later.
I hold out my hand, and concentrate as I pour all my mana into my palm, summoning forth five circles.
"Nightfire Hellfirestorm Beast Dragon Forbidden Art; Apocalypse Strike." I bellow, sending forward a black bolt that is coated in fire, Hellfire, and Lightning. The bolt resembles a snake as it zigzags forward and strikes Janai'ngo right below where his mouth SHOULD end, and it screams through him, cutting the beast in half and tearing through the wall behind him, exploding it and tearing a new sky light into the dark chamber that once was the Blood Moon Guildhall. The severed carapace of the beast falls forward, slamming into the ground with a mighty thud. I grin, and stumble over to where Onkar slumped against the wall.
I glare at the man, who apparently reverted to human form after Janai'ngo was summoned. Fucker even managed to keep his arms, but I see the scars where the tendrils, wings, and his arms were ripped off at. I grab him by an arm, and cuff it, before grabbing the other and cuffing his arms behind his back with the Anti-Magic Cuffs. I then drag him with me, too exhausted after fighting an Eldritch monster to carry him with me. I stop as I hear a gurgling noise. I turn and look at the head of Janai'ngo looking at me, his mouth moving barely.
"What was that?" I ask, looking at the dying beasts, and curious to hear it's last words.
"Ph'nglui mglw'nafh Cthulhu R'lyeh wgah'nagl fhtagn" Mutters the dying crustacean monster, before gurgling out "Smite this being, master…"
I stop, and tremble as I feel something... no, someone… reaching out to me. I fall to a knee, and look onward as my vision is clouded once more, just like the time I witnessed who I was, the brother of Zeref. Now, I only see a massive humanoid with an octopus for a head and massive bat wings towering over me as it rises from the fog and clouds. I stare at it's four golden as I think 'Who are you'.
I never expected a response. I never expected a single word to cause my nose to bleed from the sheer pressure it put on my mind.
"CTHULHU." Was it's only declaration. Then I passed out.
Alright folks, that all I got for today. I know I added in some Lovecraft stuff, but don't expect it to appear in other chapters. This stuff is an Onkar and Eldritch Magic user only thing.
That being said, I would love to hear some other types of magic that you guys come up with for another bit I am doing. Only two limits I have with that; First bit is no Slayers, dragon god or demon. Second is no inappropriately overpowered magics, like mind control or body bending or something like that. Other than that, have nuts and send stuff in.
Now, I don't know when the next chapter is coming in for this, but I will be writing more from now on. Don't know when stuff will come out, but I will be continuously writing. And, yes, I know this is short, but I wanted to give you all something sooner rather than later.
That's all. Have a good day, night, evening, or whatever time of day it is, you SoBs.
-DSoNaH.