Chapter 4: Chapter 4
Ch. A4: Reckoning
Demise watched Yang leave the secret room.
"Finally a few moments to myself." Demise said relieved. The Demititan got up and looked over his armor that Yin had dented nicely in the chest.
"Why you little punk..." Demise said impressed at Yin's well-placed shot. Sitting aside his armor he pulled out two swords one his ancient silver blade and the other the legendary lost sword of Mars. He slowly unsheathed the blade of Mars it was made of imperial gold with fire and lightning surrounding it.
"The trouble you cause is more than your worth." Demise said bitterly.
He hated the blade for multiple reasons for one it was a Roman weapon and he alone had to fight Mars in order to get it. Demise had to travel to a temple in ancient Rome. It was to worship Mars and in it was the lost blade of Mars. Demise alone entered the temple and found the sword neatly placed in a stone armory. The Demititan walked towards the armory and felt the presence of Mars overwhelm him.
"Who are you runt?!" Mars asked coldly.
"No one important just someone who wants this blade." Demise replied with equal coldness to the god.
"You want the sword eh?" Mars said jabbing his thumb at the sword grinning. "Then you'll have to beat me runt!"
"I accept... And my name is Demise son of Hyperion." Demise said as the god gulped in response. "Is a god so easily scared?"
"Hell no runt!" Mars snapped as the two drew their blades and charged. Demise soon realized while Mars had experience, Demise had technique which always won against a stronger foe. Mars lashed out with his mighty blade only to be parried and kicked in the chest by a flaming boot. "Foul!"
"No such thing in war!" Demise roared as he charged the god with a maelstrom of strike. Demise grinned as he overpowered the god slashing his thigh then landing three fatal strikes to the chest declaring victory. "Pity I expected batter, Mars."
Demise slowly walked to his prize and removed it from the stone armory. He watched it come to life with flames and lightning that surrounded the mighty imperial gold blade.
"You may have beaten me punk but my son will defeat you!" Mars roared in pain.
"No matter who you send they will be burned by me and this blade." Demise said mockingly.
"My son Frank Zang will defeat you son of Hyperion! Mark my words!" Mars said enraged and beaten.
"Rome will burn by your blade." Demise said manically grinning at his prize. Before Demise could capture Mars the god started to glow turning into his true Divine form in just the nick of time Demise looked away.
Slowly fading to the present Demise finished his duties as one of the big four finishing the training plans for tomorrow. After he was finished he locked the secret room and headed to his dorm finding more letters from the daughter of Atlas waiting for him under his door. Ignoring them he entered and inside was nothing more than his personal armory with Titan relics and various weapons. In the corner stood a small cot with a single blanket and a closet adjacent. Laying atop the cot was a single crisp letter from his father.
"Let's see what you want from me..." Demise with a yawn as he examined the letter with sleepy eyes reading in silence. Once done reading the ancient text Demise could feel a new power deep within him. "Understood... Father."
The Demititan climbed into his cot and fell asleep instantly.
Demise woke up in twilight as it always was in Alaska and headed to the mess hall finding it empty. The clock read 6am meaning breakfast wouldn't start for fifteen minutes. The Demititan took a seat at the top four table which all tables faced in a semi-circle. Eventually the Demititans awoke and joined Demise in the mess hall nodding at their leader. Viel the daughter of Atlas was the first of Demise's equals to join him. She looked groggy and tired yet smiled at him anyways. Yang was next taking the furthest seat at the top Four's table.
Demise looked around not seeing Alanna in the mess hall the final top four member. The leader turned to Yang. "Yang have you seen Alanna?"
"Hugh... No you seen Yin?" Yang asked turning red as he put two and two together. "You don't think... Well Yin wasn't back in his dorm when I went to sleep..."
"Either way let's get this morning started..." Viel yawned gleaming at Demise. "At least some love birds are getting-"
"My fellow Demititans!" Demise called stopping Viel in her tracks. "I have good news and bad. First the bad over the course of last month this camps sword kills have dropped to a new low!"
Everyone shifted in their seats looking disappointed.
"The good news is we have a three man game of survivor!" Demise called electing cheers from the Demititans. The leader noticed Alanna was sitting in her seat now looking nervous. Yin was also in attendance cheering among his companions. "Now the rules are the same though only swords are allowed! Also the winning team receives a new pair of armor!"
The crowd cheered louder knowing how rare new armor was at camp Kronos. Yang stood as Demise sat getting in his lines. "Now first let food be served!"
Yang sat embarrassed, as always at his only words he was a loud to say. A group of dracaena with platters of food slithered in. The female dragon ladies scarred Yang to death knowing they were too deadly to let train with them.
Demise finished his meal reading off the teams reading Yin, Alanna and a kid named Alastair in a group before the Demititans stormed the armory readying themselves for the training.