I'm going to be honest here, I don't know anything about Legacy of Kain or the Soul Reaver. I never watched anyone play it, I never played it, and I never read anything with it or about it. But this was kinda requested by Makolik. This is probably not correct, but I tried the best I could, sorry.
Now, I figure that being possessed by a sword or having it have being able to control someone who wields it isn't too far fetched. and from what I could gather the sword dude was kinda fucking bad? And evil and all that shit. So that's what I kinda based this on, if I'm wrong then think of this as a AU.
I don't own Danny Phantom or Legacy of Kain: Soul Reaver. Enjoy.
Danny had been floating around the Ghost Zone trying to finish the map his friends insisted he make, when, of course, Skulker had appeared. A small monologue, a few quips, and an ectoblast later had Skulker being sucked into the thermos. And then, because Danny's life couldn't get any worse, a torrent of green flames knocked Danny backwards, slamming him into a floating door.
Danny was pretty sure that he heard a crack, and, if the way his chest throbbed said anything, he was also pretty sure that one of his ribs were broken.
Yay, more pain.
The new brute was big, green, and ugly. Skin the color of green mold, hair that looked - and smelled - like the guy took a dip in sewage, and bright red eyes made the seven foot tall ghost look hideous. His face was twisted into a snarl, teeth slightly yellow and sharp. Like, razor blade sharp. Along with just-as-sharp-looking claws that were an inch long. A spectral tail curled and flicked in rage.
Danny laughed nervously and pointed behind him, "So, I've gotta, uh, go. For a-a appointment! Yeah, an appointment, so, uh, I'll see ya later. BYE!" And took off flying.
The ghost roared and charged right after.
Which is where we are now.
Danny was flying as fast as he could go. Glancing around he noticed that it was darker then it was a few seconds ago. And, he realized, there were no floating islands and all of the doors had the purple paint chipped, some were missing the door handles as well. The ghost (Danny decided to call him Sewage Head) on his heels bellowed and Danny sped up.
A door just to the side creaked open, Danny wasted no time and shot right through.
He faltered for a second. There was anywhere he could hide or another way out. Turning around to dart back out before he was trapped there, something flashed and his head snapped to the side, tensing to dive to the side if need be. Danny blinked and relaxed. It was sword. A strange looking sword, but still just a sword.
Interest peaked, Danny floated closer.
The sword's blade was curved and a skull joined the handle of the sword to the blade. There slightly smaller blades sticking out of the skull and the handle was shaped to give the sword a good grip. Danny shifted a bit away, shivering. It almost felt dark, which was ridiculous. A sword can't feel dark.
Right?
A roar made Danny jump and he spun around to face Sewage Head, who was squeezing through the doorway. Red eyes glowing in blood-lust and rage. He had completely forgot about the ugly brute.
Panicking, Danny reached out for the closes object as the ghost lunged. His fingers wrapped around leather and Danny put everything he had into the swing. The blade of the sword flashed as it sliced open Sewage Head's chest, bright green ectoplasm spilling from the wound.
Danny didn't expect this to happen.
God, he did't think this would happen, never in a hundred years could he have expected this.
As the ghost wailed in pain Danny flinched and kept the sword still. Didn't go in for another swing or try to run. It felt like the fight was already over, like it didn't matter now, the ghost lost. The sword in Danny's hands seemed to hum in agreement.
Sewage Head then exploded.
At least, that's what it looked like.
Bursting into a bright green light did resemble an explosion, after all. Danny watched in slight horror as the light swirled and dove straight into the sword, the blade flashing a bright green for a second before the humming in his head grew louder.
Danny felt his lips slowly curl up into a smile, his grip on the handle shift, and his feet move forwards without his say so. Danny flicked open the thermos and released Skulker, the large ghost stretching and yelling out finally. Danny's grin grew and he moved closer. Skulker finally noticed him and his eyes narrowed, growling out a question.
Danny raised the sword and lunged.