Dark Guardian
A/N: Okay, so I know that this doesn't exactly follow Disney, but when have I ever followed course on anything correct? If you answered never, you're correct…..more or less. This is the last chapter, of this series, there are still many other Disney and Disney affiliated stories to slightly ruin.
Chapter Three: End All.
Captain Phoebus rode out with the company, and met Frollo at a peasant house, rumored to be sympathetic to gypsies.
"Greetings sir," said Phoebus, "Are you okay, you look……..out of it."
"I'm okay Captain," said Frollo, "I had trouble…..with the fireplace."
Phoebus cocked his head, not understanding the man, but ordered his men to start searching the house, soon enough they found a group of gypsies hiding underneath the house.
"30 gold pieces for the whereabouts of the gypsy Esmeralda," said Frollo.
When they refused, they were bound and manacled and Frollo marched the group to the next place.
They found other places, same thing, 30 pieces offered, refused, the gypsies put in the chain gang, and the families warned that they should be more careful. All through this Phoebus finally understood, this wasn't about one girl, this was about the extermination of a race, because Frollo didn't like them, he couldn't take it anymore, his conscience was objecting, but something was telling him that this was right, but at the last house all that changed.
At the last house, it was a mill, and Frollo offered 60 gold pieces to the family for the whereabouts of gypsies, couldn't find any.
"Captain," Frollo said, "Burn this place down."
"Sir?" asked Phoebus.
"You heard me Captain," said Frollo, "Burn it down to the ground."
One of the guards handed a flaming torch to Phoebus, finally his conscience broke through, and he put the torch out in a barrel of water.
"No," he said, "I won't, I refuse."
"And he showed much promise;" said Frollo, "Kill him."
Phoebus ran, but an arrow caught him through the shoulder and he flung himself into the river near the place. Frollo should have had sharper eyes, because he missed an old man and a couple of others going down the river, to fish Phoebus out and carry him to the Cathedral.
"If the girl doesn't show herself," said Frollo, "Then burn all of Paris to the ground."
Back at the Cathedral, the trio of spirits, and Quasimodo were watching the events, when Esmeralda and a couple of others brought in the injured Phoebus. She tended to his wounds, while Quasimodo watched, heartbroken, as he realized the woman he loved, loved someone else. While this was happening the trio of spirits looked out over the city and spoke amongst themselves.
"This is bad," said Verne, "Frollo's out of control, he wants her that bad, and he accepted the power of the Devil as well, the man is now possessed and unstoppable."
"Plus," said Laverne, arching her head towards Quasimodo, "The boy is heartbroken since he realized that Esmeralda doesn't love him like he thought she did."
"Hmm," nodded Jules, "This will turn out bad to worse depending on everything."
An hour or so, Quasimodo and Phoebus were arguing, about something, and then they left, in search of Esmeralda. After Esmeralda had left, Frollo had come in, wanting to know where she was, but Quasimodo couldn't tell her, because he didn't know, and Frollo left, but not before the trio and Gonias saw that he patted the boys head, which in all reality was instituting a mind control for Quasimodo to do what he knew he'd do.
"Damn," said Verne, "This is bad, and we can't do anything.
"You guys can't do anything," said Gonias, placing the sphere on the table, "But I'm going to go the camp, maybe I can do something when Frollo arrives."
The sphere's placement was for a reason, Gonias would use it, but the power had to be from a source, not from one.
Going through interspace, Gonias got there at the moment that Quasimodo were to be hanged by Clopin, thankfully, Esmeralda stopped him, but it was too late.
Guards rushed every entrance, and Frollo strode in.
"Thank you Quasimodo," said Frollo, "I knew you'd be of some use to me someday."
"What?" said Q, C, E, and P.
"He led me to the gypsy camp without knowing that he was doing it," said Frollo, "saved me the trouble of having to burn France all the way to the ground."
"That is enough Frollo," said Gonias stepping through the crowd, his sword out.
"You again," said Frollo, "How many times do I get visited by you, what are you?"
"I am your son," said Gonias, "Joseppi, the one begotten to you by Margarethe, the wife who died in giving birth to me, and I the child who died a week after."
Frollo was taken aback, this was impossible, his son, now an angel.
Gonias hoped it worked, if it did, then he wouldn't have to use the sphere.
"God loved you more when you were an idealistic simplistic man father," said Gonias/Joseppi, "When you became a governmental official, your soul to him was as dead as it is now, you blame the fact that Margarethe was caring for many of the gypsies when she died, you blame them, well don't father, that is not your place to destroy a race and culture."
Frollo had heard enough, "NO!" he roared, "I will not hear it."
Orders were shouted all over as Phoebus and all the other gypsies were locked up, walking over to Esmeralda, Frollo smiled at her.
"Renounce your heathen ways and marry me child," he said, "and I will let you live."
Quasimodo was struggling hard against the soldiers, but chains were tied around him, made of dark iron, crafted by the Red Council, Frollo ordered him taken back to the Cathedral where he would face his punishment later, it was there and then that Quasimodo lost faith.
Esmeralda remembered what Rolf had said and spat in Frollo's face, "Go to hell you scumbag," she said.
"Burn her," said Frollo.
Turning to Gonias, he lashed out with his power, knocking out Gonias, and ordered the guards to tie him up in the bell tower as well.
Two hours later, Quasimodo was slumped against the wall, waiting his fate, while Gonias smiled, he was right above the table, but the clamps binding him to the wall were dark metal infused with inhibitors by the Red Council so he couldn't transform or go immaterial.
"Quasimodo," said Gonias, "Do something, save the girl."
"No," said Quasimodo, "She loves another, let him save her."
"That is not the Guardian way," said Gonias, "Love shouldn't matter here, not now, not with her life on the line."
"What do you mean?" asked Quasimodo.
"If she dies," said Verne, "Then your power is never going to activate, Frollo wants her blood so he can take over the world, but he needs your blood, plus hers, plus I bet with Gonias's blood, he could raise more havoc as well."
Finally understanding his purpose, Quasimodo strained against his bindings, the bells started ringing, and surprising enough the wall restraints let go, Quasimodo looked at me, and pounded the latches, but to no avail, they wouldn't let me go.
"Save her," Gonias hissed, "I will prevail."
The trio then formed their hands together towards me, and a wave of energy hit me as one power returned, I could go into animal form, mouse shaped I dropped out of the chains, then the sphere's power entered and Gonias became more powerful.
Walking out to jump down, I saw Quasimodo swing back up with the unconscious Esmeralda, and shout "SANCTUARY, SANCTUARY!"
That got the crowd started and soon enough soldiers were fighting civilians and gypsies banding together to end the injustice.
Frollo had a big log and proceeded to start swinging, people were falling right and left. Then Gonias dropped down.
"I told you this would end Frollo," said Gonias, "Now drop the weapon."
Frollo smiled, and complied, throwing the log at Gonias, who went over three dozen meters backwards.
Frollo used that time to get up to the room where Esmeralda was.
Walking in on Quasimodo, Frollo reached for a knife, both of their blood in the same room, this would be a lot simpler, but he should have remembered that shadows always help the innocent. Standing up, Quasimodo's power emerged, the hump in his back, disappeared, his tunic became white, white wings spread out from him, as a sword emerged in his hand.
"Not this time master," said Quasimodo, as the wings disappeared, and he ran from the room, with the unconscious girl.
Frollo pursued, and finally the end all came to on the top balcony.
"Give me your souls and your punishment will be light." Roared the imbued Frollo, "I AM THE NEW RULER OF THIS WORLD!"
Remember those three pentagrams that Gonias put in the chapel, well they were above the chapel, and stepping on the chapel roof, Frollo suddenly realized that he had lost, he raised his knife to strike, but Quasimodo stopped him, and Frollo stumbled over the edge and down, with the pentagram, also the gates of Hell also opened, and Frollo was never seen again.
Epilogue
Sure enough, the next morning, there was cheering and shouting as everyone rejoiced in the marriage of Phoebus and Esmeralda. Rolf had been injured in the fight, but he officiated, and Quasimodo, who now was normal looking, smiled out at everyone.
Rolf, Quasimodo, and Gonias then talked after the wedding.
"Quasimodo," said Gonias, "You are now the guardian of this reality, as you have seen, there are those that would try and abuse their power, as your master Frollo did, I now charge you with this, that you are Guardian Ascendant and protector of this world."
"I understand," said Quasimodo, "But how will you get back to where you belong?"
I looked at Rolf, who nodded, and produced a wicked looking knife.
"I, Rolf, antitetic advisor councilmember of the Guardian Order hereby thank you for your service in our reality, and as has been throughout since the beginning, kill you."
The knife sliced through Gonias's body, and he "died."
"Why'd you have to do that?" asked Quasimodo, "What purpose does that serve?"
"The guardians are spirits," said Rolf, They inhabit bodies that no longer serve a purpose in the reality that they have to help, in this case, Gonias, took the body of Frollo's deceased son, and as such had those memories, plus his own, the body can now be properly buried."
"Wait," said Quasimodo, "Then Gonias/Joseppi…."
"Yes," said Rolf, sheathing the blade, "Frollo's wife died the same year that you were born, the catalyst of balances maintained that it had to be so, but the catalyst can be altered, and when Frollo sold part of his soul, which was good, and your birth, you came out as a hunchback, but Frollo's death, made it possible for you to be normal."
"So what happens to Gonias?" Asked Quasimodo.
"He goes back to his reality," said Rolf, "There is a major epidemic there of terrible proportions, each event is relative to something in another reality, and he, Gonias has to leave his body, and do a soul transference to another body in each reality."
"He came here," said Quasimodo, "To stop those who are different from others from being hurt and harassed."
Rolf nodded.
Gonias's spirit finally made its way back to his reality, the writers and found that one right had been fixed, there were still others to fix, and they would take time.
"I'm back," said John D. Goldwood.