Chapter 1 It Begins
"I speak, and my will is done…"
The words hung in Sparda's head, echoing. He and Mundus walked for what seemed like an eternity. Mundus, hands still clasped behind his back, and Sparda, his sword hung on his armor-like skin at the apex of his wings.
"And what is your will?" Sparda asked, indicating is own suspicion. Mundus chuckles, his deep voice pouring from his stone face.
"Exactly that. I do as I please, when I please, despite our 'ruler'." The word 'ruler' is said with a tone that hints at sarcasm.
Sparda cringes at the thought of Hell's 'ruler', the Crawling Chaos, Argosax.
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Argosax reigns literally over Hell. Unlike a true King, he is indolent and self-satisfied. He sits on his throne and would grow fat if he had the body to do so. Argosax has no physical body to call his own; rather, he is composed of pure demonic energy, like the fuel to the fire. He knows all, yet his omniscience is wasted on inane aspirations. However there are times when he uses his demonic 'gifts' watch over Hell like a hawk stalking it's prey. He fears nothing yet this is not due to his physical prowess but instead his boundless arrogance. On his throne he keeps close watch of those who share his demonic pride…..
"Mundus… you believe you can forge your own destiny…you won't do anything I don't want you to…" His inflated words, spoken like a glutton, fade into the depths of the Underworld. No one hears them, yet the very sound of his voice is enough to send a tremor throughout Hell.
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Mundus sees Sparda recoil slightly at the thought of Argosax. "I see we share the same feelings…"
"Don't presume to know my intentions." Sparda retorts. His words are hollow, however; he does feel the same way.
"Child, you don't fear him, do you? He does nothing with his world, his power. Hell festers as he sits on a stagnant throne. You think he'll show himself if someone thinks differently than the masses he so blindly believes he controls? Not all here follow him…" Mundus pauses, allowing his words to sink into Sparda's thoughts.
"All that power…so unused…" Mundus continues.
"So wasted." Sparda interrupts. Mundus' three eyes in the shape of a triangle lower and he grins evilly. "Yes."
Sparda places his hands behind his head, stretching his arms. He lets out a sigh as his arms fall back to his sides.
"Rebellion." He murmurs.
"The brains and power of a god, and the strength to back it up… We could overthrow him… that power, placed in the right hands, could do so much." Mundus says enthusiastically.
"Intriguing…" Sparda says…
"Me? No I'm not. The thoughts, the feelings, were always there, weren't they?"
Sparda's tone becomes very serious. His mind was racing at thought of this new proposition. His young spirit and eagerness to be something more give him confidence and fear at the same time. Very early in his life, Sparda knew he was destined for greatness however he did not yet know how to achieve it. Now, with this new potential for transformation spread in front of him, his demonic blood pulsed with anxiety. He knew this was it. Something had to be done.
He looks up at Mundus not with disdain, but with a roguish and sinister look never before seen on his face, "When do we start?"
Mundus smiles, eyes crackling with red electricity, "Immediately."