Alright guys, you waited, here it is! Chapter 6 up and ready! The Prelude reaches it's climax here, and soon we'll be finished and moving right on to the main story-line. Here's where Koko and Zophis's travels lead, and eventually where they're end. Also I introduced a lot of other elements ealier on then planned to try to give some variety, rather than just focus on these 2's mission. Gonna let it speak for itself, Enjoy all!
A breeze shifted through the air. The cool atmosphere cooled the boat as it sailed through waves
of ocean. Koko looked up, removing her shades momentarily as she looked ahead.
Water, an endless amount of water lied ahead, and it was all Koko saw far into the horizon, fading into
a gray mist that seemed to go on forever. Putting them back on, she sipped her martini and relaxed on
the cool ocean breeze.
She paced back around, mid-afternoon fleeting by, as she simply wondered about the ship. Already having seen most of the small ship, there was little else to see. She simply waited for them to arrive at their destination as she enjoyed her drink and noticed the empty captain, mindlessly piloting the ship. She had waved in front of him a while back but to truly no avail, as such was Zophis's power.
Finally a familiar sight came out of a flight of stairs, wearing his typical white, purple and red garb. He floated by hovering above the ground. The wreath walked towards Koko and circled around her, until he finally moved forward to the front of the ship to get a view. Koko walked by next to him, and leaned her shoulders over on the deck. She sighed, and then looked at him.
"It should only be another day or two, my dear."
"You don't say, huh." Koko looked out left and right. No land was to be seen, only the continuing blue expanse.
"So umm, Zophis. What's going to happen when we get there?"
"Why, we're going to raise our army, my dear. Didn't I tell you?"
"You told me a bit, but not really a lot. I'd be nice to be more keen on details. We are partners in this after all, aren't we? Therefore I think it'd be helpful to know."
"Oh my. Well you have been patient for quite a while, haven't you? I guess I can tell you our plans now." He floated down and finally sat on the deck next to where Koko was leaning over, and got comfortable. Koko put down her drink and lowered her hands below her chin as if praying, hoping for an insigma of excitement to be foretold, knowing well that this would be the plan she followed through and dedicated herself through to make her partner king.
"As you know my dear Koko, us demon children, 'mamodo' as we're often called, fight a battle every 1000 years for the title of king of the demon world. When this happens, 100 children are chosen and sent to earth, and with their spell books, must seek out human partners in order to use their spells. One only becomes king by fighting their way through the rest of the competition and being the last child remaining. That book in your arms is proof of this incredible trial."
Koko nodded her heads in agreement and widened her eyes slightly, if at least to feign the interest she hoped she would receive. "Right."
"This is true for every millennium, for thousands and thousands of years, demon children have been sent to earth to fight for the title of king. However the last battle a thousand years ago had a rather crude anomaly."
Koko's head was tilted as she listened on. "Hmm. How so?"
"There was a nasty child last battle, a truly wicked one. His name was 'Goren of the stone,' and his ability allowed him to petrify and capture other demon children, sealing them within stone tablets. By doing this he eliminated their ability to fight, effectively eliminating them from the mamodo battle. Goren went on to do this to many of the demons, almost half of all of them in fact, *Gheheheh* the tricky bastard. And these demons, sealed within their tablets, are still resident on this world to this very day."
At this point Koko was spinning her head around while listening. Tilting herself upside as she faced him. "I see. So, we're going to use these demon children somehow, the ones sealed within stone to fight alongside us, and win the current battle of the demon children?"
Zophis crackled with laughter, and stood straight up on the balcony of the ship. "Khehehhe, you've got it down to a tee. Although there's one minor detail that I'd have to correct."
"Ohh.. and what's that?" Koko tingled her drink around, and then sipped it up looking at Zophis, waiting for his response.
"You said that they'd be fighting aside us, which isn't exactly true. They're not going to be our partners, we're not forming a fighting alliance or anything, I told you we're raising an army my dear. They will be closer to our soldiers, slaves even. Our ruthless fighting force that will allow us to crush our enemies and claim victory!"
"Are they strong?"
"Of course they are, they were raised in a much different time then the weaklings of today. And even the weak one's will be made much stronger."
"And how is that? If they're so strong, how are we going to control them or get them to fight alongside us? Or I guess for us, whatever. I don't think they'll take too strongly to the idea of being our personal slaves." Koko pouted, expressing her doubt.
"Ghehehhe.. I'm truly am glad to have such an insightful and curious partner." Zophis crackled, ignoring Koko's distain.
"It's simple, really. I've heard about meteors falling about throughout this country, and supposedly a particularly unique one fell to earth a thousand years ago around the same time as the mamodo battle. This was found by Goren, and it had the power to enhance one's natural powers and abilities, be they magical, or physic."
"Okkk, a magical space-rock that enhances one's mind abilities and what not. I see I guess. Continue." *Why'd I have to ask? I don't even care now…*
"So we've simply got to find this 'moon stone', as it's called, and use it to enhance my own powers- I mean OUR powers, your powers really dear, and then I should be able to use it to control and dominate all of those ancient demons, no matter how strong they may be. Imagine it Koko, an entire army of super-soldiers, fighting loyally for us, ignoring their own pain or emotions and knowing nothing but the rage and hatred they built up after a millennium of imprisonment. They're fight for us, and then we'll be unstoppable! We're crush all of the enemies in our way! I'll become king in no time, KHAHAHAHEHEHEH!"
Koko finally took the last sip of her drink and then looked out to the sea, listening halfheartedly to a madman's rants. Sighing, she held her face against her elbows.
"Is this not a grand plan, is it not Koko?" *She's being awfully moody. This is really getting out of hand.*
"No, it's great and all, but... I thought we were going to be partners, and defeat the other 99 together."
"We still are, Koko. We're just getting a little extra help. But you're still be my obedient partner, watching and setting the plan in motion me."
"Your- WHAT?" In her anger an empty glass broke against her fist clenching.
"My partner, my side, you with me! Just, that.." Koko was not swayed, by his excuses. Grumbling, she just watched in silence. And then felt her sickness coming on.
"We're also need some other mamodos from this current day and age to watch over our army and com- Koko?"
*Hmmmm.. huuuuuaaaaggggghhhhhh!* Dark black fluid went spawning out of Koko's mouth and onto the ocean. She got up and it dripped from her mouth, spilling onto her clothes some more as she spun around and tried to get her footing. Failing this, she blacked out on to the ship's deck with only her partner to deal with it.
"Oh for goodness sake- YOU THERE, GET ME A TOWEL!"
A dazed chore boy came to their aide with a wash cloth, mechanically handing it to him.
"No no no you idiot, clean her up, then put her on one of the beds down below." He began to comply.
*God, what am I going to do with this girl?*
Koko had walked about, played in a field. It was a long green meadow with dark grass and cool shade, wind slowly breezing about. She ran playfully, observing all of the sky and grass and landscape, all there was to see. As she did, a companion behind her say peacefully. She held up what appeared to be a chain, but it was broken after the first few links. As Koko took a whiff of the pleasant air, she faced her mysterious companion. The companion had flowing blond hair and a soft pink dress. She was short and gentle like Koko, sitting down peacefully, her hair casting shade over her face that seemed to erase all conception of what lied underneath. Koko couldn't see past it.
"Isn't this… simply wonderful?" Koko cried out, swirling around in a flowing dark dress, her skin taking on a particularly gloomy tone that complemented her black dress and collar around her neck, with a chain attached to is but being broken after just a few links.
"Yeah… wonderful." The small blond child said.
"I feel like I could just stay here forever…" said Koko, as she raised her hands up to the sky, barely noticing the stormy clouds starting to tide in and the wind intensifying.
"Koko…"
"Hmmm?" Koko turned around. "what?"
"You need to know." The blond girl soft spoken, started to shake a little. "You need to know that…"
"What? I need to know something?" The cute sharply dressed Koko said. She bent down to the mysterious stranger, black lips so inviting on her plum face and dark purple littering the strata of her pupils. She looked at the girl with a source of curiosity, almost distinct familiarity even. Something about the frilly pink lotus backing up in front of her caught her eye, she couldn't quite place it but she almost felt like she had seen the girl before. No, not merely seen her, known her. But that was impossible, as hard of a determination her glance looked, she couldn't pierce her gaze into recognition.
"There something you need to know." The sky by now started to darken and muster, the wind breezing beyond tender now. "You need to know that, if you want to stay here. If you want to be here, if you want to be… this.. in this world.. IF YOU WANTED IT.."
Freight struck her, but with stutters and struggles to persist, she got up. She was holding up her chakras and the determination she could summon, a pinkish red aura surrounded her that was slowly growing it.
"If I wanted.. what?" Koko tilted her head, playfully.
As the girl looked back through blue eyes underneath a shade of absence, a presence lacking, stolen from her friend, she could only look into the brunettes murky purple eyes. Something about those eyes betrayed her, they contained both bliss and joy, they looked upon her with love and admiration. There was no hatred, no anger or unrest in them. But at the same time, the happiness embedded wasn't warm nor pure, it was something icy, an idea insipid, an indifference that coated itself with an apathatic nilihism on the edges of Koko's irises, taking joy only in what it could deny, in what it was not. It was evil she thought.
Those were the sediments stolen from Sherry. Those were the feelings that pervaded and cherished Koko.
*Its wrong. Its wrong. Its wrong Its wrong Its wrong ITS WRONG!* The thought and repeated like a dagger dragging the minute-hand through eternal clockwork, torturing it's observer. Anguish filled Sherry beyond hope, tears slid down her aqua eyes. She couldn't take.
"If you wanted it. IF YOU WANTED IT, YOU COULDN'T HAVE IT! You.. you.. COULDN'T BE THAT WAY! EVERYTHING CAN BE LIKE THIS, SO COME BACK!"
The atmosphere more than raining and storming now, a pink cotton dress rubbed and held fast against black vinyl, soft skin against cold indifference, and tears ran over the shoulder of a lost child.
"COME BACK TO ME KOKO! COME BACK TO THE LIGHT, COME BACK TO THE HAPPINESS! REMEMBER THE HAPPINESS YOU PROMISED ME! YES, YOU PROMISED ME THAT, YOU OWE ME THAT! AFTER ALL THESE YEARS, AFTER EVERYTHING I'VE DONE, YOU HAVE TO COME BACK."
Lighting struck in the backround, and a fire blazed through the thin meadow they were in, fantasy turned nightmare and protection and concern, sympathy to tragedy.
Sherry squeezed tight, not ever wanting to let go of her prized possession, her most valuable necessity, the one she coveted and held in prestige the most. She broke down over her friend, hoping to elicit some response, if any, just to confirm she was still alive.
"Well Koko.. can you please *sniff* come back?"
Koko stood there, her tight attire and posture stiff in place, Sherry still leaning attached. She faced the dark ahead behind Sherry, her mind shifting to memory and surreal reality but not anywhere near completing sanity.
"Koko… is that really my name?" Koko looked up, and Sherry followed league, until she was being looked down at. " Is it Sherry?"
Sherry sniffled and cried endlessly, but tried to cease, when Koko pushed her forward and stepped back.
"That's not the kind of friend I want. That's not the kind of me I want."
"Koko… no.."
"And this, isn't the kind of world I want. Goodbye Sherry. "
Koko started to walk in the other direction, much of the meadow in flaming roars now , a storm saying nothing against it in the least. As Koko walked a portal ascertained Koko out, and Sherry tried to stop her.
"Koko.. WAIT DON'T! WE CAN GET OUT OF THIS, TOGETHER! JUST- DON'T-GO!"
As Koko entered the vortex and ascended into the darkness, she took one last look at her former sister-in-bonding. A look of disgust. She walked out then and there.
Sherry broke down and cried at the top of her lungs, before the forest started to topple, and a tree crashed down where she lay.
"Looks like someone was having rather sweet dreams."
"Ah.. Zophis." Koko awoke herself, stretching up and slowly pulling off her comfy bed sheets. Morning trickled in, and the sunlight shone like a bright morning star directly above the ocean sky.
"Come on, we're here. Let's get you some breakfast first and then we can get going"
*Yawn* "Yeah.. right." Koko sighed. She giggled to herself, then went to follow him for some morning grub.
"Sherry, get up you pathetic human." A dark haired demon kicked her partner until she rolled over, and finally faced the sky regaining conscience.
"Brago… BRAGO!" Sherry immediately got up, only to stumble back down. Regaining composure would take some time more.
" Geesh, Relax. It's over already." He pointed to a triangle-shaped cactus with large groucho nose and glasses, bleeding of course and face down on the floor. It was slowly fading out of existence, from the world it occupied and surely on it's way back to Makai.
Around the area was a destroyed suburban area, concrete side walk and broken down buildings everywhere, trash and debris littered the area along with the collateral. Massive craters spaced out everywhere, one of them holding a small beaten child. The sky was morning-glory blue, as it was when the fight had started and just as swiftly ended, an easy victory if there ever was one.
"But more importantly, you HESISTATED!" Brago kicked her back down. "You flinched when the enemy approached, and had you not casted the spell sooner then he and I could clash he might have reached you. You cannot, EVER HESITATE when in battle Sherry, it's simply the one thing you cannot do. But considering you're a worthless human, it's to be expected for someone whose never been in battle before."
Sherry barely listening , started to tear up again from her nightmarishly vivid dream. She got up and brushed herself off, her dress ripped to shreds on the top and needing a replacement. Blood dripped from her nose, which wasn't much to say when compared to Brago's injuries. But at the moment, Sherry refused to hesitate. She grabbed her staff, held fast and walked back.
"ARE YOU LISTENING TO ME GIRL!"
They both however stopped at the moans of a little girl in raggedy clothes not too far from them, bleeding far worse than any remaining combatant. She couldn't have been older than 6 or 8 Blood poured from her mouth and forehead, her arms were twisted in horrible contortions. What was left from her street She'd been pulverized through concrete road and a trail dragging her body along the attack path was clearly visible. Her legs were essentially crushed and she could barely move, her cries bothersome didn't stop the duo from walking off from their victory. They'd won, an exchange had been made. The stronger fighter had come out the victor, that was all there was to it. As the girl pleaded, Brago and Sherry disappeared into the distance. Disappearing into the silence.
Koko and Zophis had arrived in North America about 7 days ago, and were trailing the Appalachian Trail, walking up north in the eastern part of Pennsylvania through high altitudes of mountains and hills. They had flown through many of the rougher parts and were currently excavating for what would be a cave believed to contain the tablets of the millenium mamodo. Walking by foot, they finished their latest route, and took a rest as Koko finished wiping more dark colored blood off of her lips. The two sat down as Zophis looked at a map.
"Now if my sources are correct, the cave containing these tablets should just be over that ledge over there, somewhere on the other side."
"It taste.. so salty. Kinda sweet and savory too.. hmm." Licking her lips and smudging her fingers over it.
"We're be able to fly over there and then navigate around the woods around it, and if we make good timing we should be able to recover these tablets before nightfall, and then the first half of our plan is finished."
"Mmmphh. Hhhmp hmp." Koko nodded as if actually listening, sucking her fingers and relishing the taste of her own saccharine bodily fluids.
"Excellent. And will you STOP THAT! I told you to clean if off!"
"But it taste soooo good. I honestly never knew blood could taste like this." Zophis cringed somewhat, turning away and preparing their journey. *Did that thing.. really make her like this? Abit I don't know the effects of it completely, to give her this sort of bloodlust, it's an odd side effect.*
Koko was sticking her entire hand in her mouth at this point.
"WHAT ARE YOU DOING?" He slapped her and tried to pull her wrist out.
"Trying to get myself to throw up a little more so I can taste it."
"That's disgusting, and it won't happen anyway, you're just vomit. And after I got you that new blouse to!"
"Psssh, what you mean is stole a blouse from that ship we hi-jacked." Koko swished her hands, denying any sort of point Zophis was making.
"Whatever, just stop tasting yourself and let's get going."
The two finally got going. They flew and traveled around a series of hills, and then started to look around the woods for any sort of cave-like structure they might find. They searched the rest of the day and all night, burning down and shifting throw trees to try to come up with anything. Their efforts didn't go unsuccessful, as after a long and timely search they saw a cavern hanging low behind a series of grown in bushes. Blasting them out of the way, they walked on through, and finally closed in to see their prize.
Walking in, they saw stacks of stone tablets arranged around the cave walls, sure enough with carved in figures resembling demon children within them. Streaming in from the top was a beam of light carving in from the top, coming from a large crystallite formation from the top, glowing out onto the cave floor.
"Khehehhe…KHEHHEHE…KHEHEHAHAHAH! We've done it, we've FOUND THEM!" Zophis laughed maniacally as he floated around and checked out every single stone tablet around.
"Yes, quite a sight." Koko said groggily, rubbing her eyes from their late-night endeavor. She was starting to feel incredibly sick again, this time somewhat worse than before. She bowled over and spewed more liquid over a spot where the light touched the floor.
Zophis still counting and observing the tablets didn't have time to notice or care to attend to Koko's activities. She fell over and crawled towards it. Fingering the blood on the cave floor, she sucked the finger, and then after a moment of hesitation, licked the blood as if by instinct. She scraped her tongue against it, absorbing the satisfying fluid and allowing the taste to skink in. As she started cleaning up, a bright light shone in her face, and she couldn't quite adjust to it. Her hand blocking, she slowly got up on her knees and looked up vertically, to see the bright illuminous stone. Something was rather alluring about it, comforting even. She tried to focus a little more and look into it, although it's density made it difficult, she struggled through its blinding light.
She finally got a glimpse of the light close enough that she could look into it without looking away. She saw the blinding ray pierce through the abyss the cavern offered, a single light guiding through the darkness and into her pupils to reach through her. Something about it was still charming, as if luring her in. She thought she could hear chimes, voices even, as she looked directly into the bright crystal, and finally the light dimmed in her eyes and she could see through it. She saw her reflection, bright eyes looking back, the only clear visual within a distorted caricature, and finally the eyes expanded and grew, staring back at Koko. And then the crystal burst.
The clear stone shattered against the ceiling and fell throughout the cave, piercing the ground Koko had so faithfully crawled on as the no surface would serve her. Koko fell through, screaming as only darkness engulfed her, and she fell into the void sucking her up, until she dropped.
When she got up and she saw a clear dark plain as a landscape. By her side were two deadwood trees creating a dirt-trodden path, and equally paralleling trees every single step of the path. Aside from the path there was nothing but dust and rot past the horizon. As Koko looked ahead, she saw a shadowy figure ahead. A hooded cloak obscured the persons face, but it stood directly in opposition to Koko, as if awaiting her answer. Wind bristled through, moving the leaf-less branches and kicking dirt around. As Koko looked straight ahead, the figure started to walk forward.
Zophis sighed at the sight of his partner, faced down against the floor. He figured he could obtain the rest of the tablets later, but was rather frustrated upon discovering he couldn't find the full set that he was told. Well quite a few tablets littered the area, the numbers were insignificant, insufficient even to make his army the force that we his power-hungry ego had desired it to be.
*Perhaps Goren didn't put all of them in one location, or stored them as he went along? This is rather unsettling, but it's only a minor setback. All will be mine, in time.*
We psychically lifted his partner and got himself going. He went towards the exit when his partner started to breathe.
"Koko?" Zophis put her down and got closer. "We've got to go now dear, we're come back to this spot soon, because.."
She layed down ,slowly pacing her breathing, but motionless nonetheless.
"Koko? GHEE-"
"What.. did.. you do to me?"
"What, are you talking about?" Zophis squirmed, already preparing his palms for what he feared for.
"WHAT DID YOU DO?"
A brunette haired girl laid there in a dark cave, her back against the earth, and face towards the moonlight. Above her was a young boy, his heart evil but his instinct run with fear, his porcelain face looking down at the partner he had considered his own as she clenched his neck with her arms.
It was that night when the moonlight shone down and the cicadas crawled throughout the barren night that a girl would crawl towards her first steps that would bring about revolution and disaster, merriment and suffering. Descending the world and gods and heavens themselves into a frenzy revolved around the, she would open an aperture into adventure as well as nightmare beyond anything she could have envisioned. A cascade of discord that while sequential and linear, would be caused by the duality of both her own disposition and the fates that guided them through the uncharted. Although it would be a vagrancy not without despair or trials, it would be one that would prepare her for her destiny inherited by her lineage and by the longings her heart she so desperately invoked.
"And now we'd like to call forth the assemblage for our brotherhood. May those blessed with the dark mothers wail all rise in accordance to her entreaty and call."
Tall and lean, the orator spoke for the entire table, a long oval with enigmas placed on every side. The orator dawned silver jewelry over black robes, and a hat that pointed to the ceiling, almost priestly garb. The hat went over half his face, straight light-blue silver hair flaring down through it and down to his waist. As he held a large scroll, data from it glowed and emerged as they circled the orator, emerging as symbols that he read as they ran past his vision, a literate lightshow given purpose only by he who read it.
"May she rise!" Chanted the crowd in unison.
Now we summon forth of the 3 legacy devil kings, Grand Commander Headmaster and Supreme Oversoul Councilor, may mother aspire him, his lethality Darksol.
A dark cloaked figure arose from her large throne-chair, standing to oversee and face a large crowd of demonic and fiendish overlords, each commanding their own presences as an individual in a congressional based on pure terror and fear to rule the respect of those who attended it.
As the figure stood, he unmasked his cloak revealing the face of a petite young female, soft blue lips to whisper her message. On top of this face flowed hair a lustrous gray and extending down to a thin waist that was clearly shown in the shape-hugging forms of rubbery-velt cloth she wore, which shone and highlighted over her curves and the soft breast, reaching down to her buttocks and stopping shortly below there. Shapely pale legs which stood firmly on the floor and morphing right into a pair of long dark galoshes, spiked and plated around the knee caps as if goading to be an armored-wear with more than just stylistic purpose. Also equipped were rubbery black gauntlets, plates and spikes protruding the arms the same way. As he arose in his feminine apparatus, a flesh-coffin for one of such prestige and power such as himself, a spectator commented.
"How is your newfound vessel, your oversoul? Is it adequate for your taste?" An armored figure said.
"It's rather meak, certainly not what I'm used to. However for all its intents and purposes it shall suffice."
"As has been suggested,we can offer you surrogates. Other vessels to appease you, if that physique isn't one to your liking."
"It said it will suffice. Now let proceed." The oversoul commanded, waving his hand to signal such.
"Yes, of course." The orator said. He flipped through the scroll and waved his hands across it's glowing text as it rotated and more information was exchanged out around him to decipher. He bagan to speak, keeping stationary at that point to address his audience.
"This procession was called to address the issue of the whereabouts of the long sought after, the allotted deity being which the consort of Zeon. It's form long lost in the scribes of time, in what we have thus far assumed to be the true avatar, the carrier of the phoenix prodigy and it's spiritual effects . The power said to be descended from the levitation god itself of the order of discord originally personified at this realms creation, sought and coveted by the devil kings as an alternative for our dark mother, if not for complications with universal gaian scripture. The last sight of it was approximately 900 years ago with the legendary Elder night Rolocault, and to have been either carried to his grave or abdicated to his successor within the king's royal guards. With the kingdom of light long in abandon, this hope was dashed, so we've spent the last few centuries persecuting their descendants in hope of finding the true heir. In order to do this, we've exhausted much time and resources, in finding genealogies and histories of ancestry in order to narrow our search, as well as demanding our forces to siege and conquest according to this surge, which of course has caused a massive dent in our war-machine. The efforts have been-"
*Cough* "Eh em?"
The dark oversoul listened carefully, coughing to ensure proper direction.
"Yes, of course. While our efforts have been in vain to find the successor or his corpse have been in vain, we believe a new lead will take us to our objective. Our magistrates have consulted the gods, and our oracles approve that this may be satisfactory. You se- "
"Just get on with it ArchBishop Nomair. Or do we need to remind you how things work around here? Do you not value your viscera within that spineless robe you hide beneath, or do you simply enjoy wasting my and the counsel's time? " Black rubbery hands rubbed together over knee-crossed armor plated leggings, as they stretched and grappled with Darksol's rising irritability.
"Yes, forgive me for my insolence DarkSol. We now believe that Rolocault did abdicate the prodigy he obtained, but not to any of his offspring or descendants. Rather we've discovered that he was infatuated with a certain mortal, one that he may have shared affection with. It's possible before his warring fall with our ancient imperial warlord DuskBane, his lost might actually be attributed to surrendering this inheritance to her, in which she might have taken off with. Our brutally obtained hard evidence and records show this run-of-the-mill sorceress made quite a mark on a few other realms nearby RuneFaust, and looking at her lineage although easier to chart, produced much more discernible results. In fac-"
"ENOUGH!" The oversoul slammed his cuffs on the table shaking it across. " YOU and your insufferable colleagues at the clergy asked to called this meeting because you had irrefutable results to show, so have you found the Prodigy or not? Because may mother do pray you do or I will- "
"WE DO! We found it, we know exactly where it lies, A THOUSAND APOLOGIES BUT PLEASE HEAR FORTH. " The bishop said, rather desperate not to be excommunicated or worse with his oversoul's patience running thinner than his blood would be had he upset him more. His body language showed only fear, but he pented his trembling and finished.
"It's currently on the realm known as 'earth'. It slipped into a realm of demons centuries ago without our knowing, a place outside our reach. From there it became subdued within the bloodline of an aristocratic family, but became minimize to a single branch-line protection clan that passed the Prodigy in an unrecognizable form through heredity. It currently resides in their utmost heir, who has received it and is currently on a trial of sorts for Kingship on the realm of Earth. That is where it is your darkness, please spare me a second more, for that is where it resides."
Darksol started to pace, slowly approaching Nomair as he went until he stood a foot in front of him. All of the dark overlords and underlings watched this spectacle from their chairs.
"Earth? Earth of all realms, you say."
"Yes, yes sir. On Earth. Within a single child, who should be easy to isolate out of 100 other-"
"Earthhhhhhhhhhhh. Hahahaha. Earth earth earth. HAHAAAAAAAAAAAAA! That shitty little pest-infested, rats nest harboring all of the ruination and nuisances that we so despise? That Earth?"
He laughed manically.
"Ye..yes sir." Laughter overfilled the room. The oversoul was literaly in his face at this point.
"The very same earth containing those blister some diva martyrs, those hypocritical self-indulgent templars at their so called federation? Gah, DAMN THEM, DAMN THEM EVERY SINGLE FUCKING ONE. DAMN THEM AND THEIR FUCKING INSOLENCE UPON OUR EMPIRE, UPON OUR GODS AND UPON OUR MOTHER!"
After his rant, he slowly calmed himself down as the other watched. He finally returned to his throne chair. The silence in the air was deafening.
"So,Arch Bishop Nomair, how do you propose we go about retrieving the Prodigy with those swill on our case? If we had entire armies that could overtake Earth without such confrontation from the Federation's interference, we wouldn't need the Prodigy now, would we? "
"We could sir, use them?"
"Them?"
"Your son."
"So I hear they're really was quite a riot in the throne room. Shit's really going down, ya know?" A rather tall hooded figure said, twirling around his 2-sided scythe, 2 sharp prongs curving out at the the top of the ornamented stick. He threw it up and caught it before leaning back against the dreary wall.
It was a rather large room filled with a strange combination of statues, wall-hung weapons, similar morbid paraphernalia, records, and posters. The posters ranged from dark enigmatic figures, deities and overlords with edgy designs and gore to match, as well as pictures of cute cuddly cartoon animals, attractive femme fatales in tight skanky outfits.
"Yo, you listening?" the hooded figure said.
On a large bed with dark vines and spike for spires and cute kittens for sheets, laid back another figure whose silver hair and were large circumaural headphones ontop his ears. The hood back behind him, only his hair covered over half his face and went straight to his neck, in the style of a rather messy hime-cut, especially in the front where it shagged down. Loud music protruded out as he rocked his head, beats controlling it's rhyme until he stopped for a moment.
"Yeah." His silvery hooded head continued rocking.
"Gabe, you little bitch…" The other figure threw his scythe full ahead above the bed, sticking to the wall where it stabbed in. He bent back onto the wall.
/End Chapter 6
Koko:That.. was really.. wow O.o.
Me: Did you like it?
Koko:Like, it loved it! That sweet vinyl outfit in that one scene that you took paragraphs to describe so wonderfully-
Me: Not the DRESS *facepalms*. The story!
Koko: Eh, IDK. Stop self-inserting tubby!
Me: I'm not fat.
Koko: Forherehhehehbluhbluhbluh who cares. *Inflates me like a balloon with a pump and then pops me away*
Random Ship butler: I quite enjoyed the ship scene, Koko.
Koko: Yeah, I was good in that scene. Of course I was, being the main character and all, hehe.
Random Ship butler:I mean the caviar. It tasted really good.
Koko:.
Zophis: Who said you got any.
Caviar: I did.
Koko: While, cannot argue with that. *Hugs Zophis* Right, zophis-kuuuuuuuun.
Zophis:Don't touch me :/.
Koko: Sorry.
Well, that's all for now guys, thanks for reading! Look forward to the next chapter, it'll be here before you know it!