Dormin's Curse Chapter 30: Dormin, the Immortal, a shadow of the colossus fanfic

Okay, final chapter of Dormin's Curse: Part 1. After this chapter we'll have a short story about what happens after the credits roll, as well as the list of redux chapters we'll be doing. After that (and the actual redux chapters, of course) Part 2 of Dormin's Curse will begin!

Part 2 will be set in the Renaissance times, and the main character (who is yet to be named) will carry the Ancient's Sword and a pistol instead of a bow and arrow; the pistol will be able to hold three kinds of bullets. I'm just stalling for time right now, guys; I've got 16 custom colossi raring to go (one of them invented by nightlight6) but I'd like to have more than the game had so this fanfiction will be longer. Apologies!

Okay, now back to the story. Last time on Dormin's Curse, it was revealed that although Mone completed Dormin's task, the god was using the warrior so They could escape the Forbidden Lands. Mone tried to stop Dormin, but the Colossus God transformed him into the colossus known as Malus. Malus, however, attacked Dormin and destroyed Their body, leaving Them as a mere remnant of what They once were.

And now, the conclusion of our epic tale. I own nothing but Mone, his soldiers, and everything involved in Part 2 except Dormin!

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Dormin's Speech

Sound Effects

Thoughts

Chapter 27

The Immortal

ONE HOUR EARLIER...

"So, Malus...you are a warrior, cursed by Lord Dormin?" Wander asked with a laugh, gasping in pain as he did so and placing a hand on his ribcage.

Dormin is no lord; They trapped me inside this accursed body, unable to return home. Unable to tell my people I was alright. Unable...to see my family...

"Your...urk...family?" the young warrior questioned in-between gasps. Malus looked down at him and nodded slowly. "Well, if Dormin is so evil, then why did They help me...?" Wander asked.

I feel that you will find out soon enough...

Wander suddenly felt himself being lifted into the air. He rose high above Malus' head, and nearly gasped as he saw the cursed warrior's eyes flicker, then die. He then blacked out.

PRESENT-TIME...

"No!" Emon shouted. "You lie!" "We do not lie about Our colossi, human." Wander replied, turning from Emon and his men and walking slowly down the hall. "We have only told thee the truth; how thou takes it is none of Our concern. We have what We wanted, and now We shalt do what thine ancestor only delayed. Escape this valley." "No you won't!" Fushia cried, raising his crossbow. Wander halted and stood still. Fushia breathed heavily.

"Dormin, most unholy of gods," said Emon, "you are bound to this land and are not permitted to leave. I shall make sure you do not." "Heh heh heh heh..." Dormin's chuckle echoed around the hall as Wander turned to them. Fushia and the man with the sword stepped back. "Mortals have no place here in the first place. It is thine own fault." Emon growled, then he and his men gasped as black shadow swarmed over Wander's body from his eyes. Seven shadowy soldiers began to rise from the floor, their motions suggesting that they were climbing out of an unseen hole. "We shalt kill thou and thine men, if only to show that We do not tolerate disloyalty." The god's voice faded away and Wander stepped back, his eyes shining, as the shadow beings slowly moved forward.

Emon's legs went numb, and he whirled to face his men. "Fushia! Kill the boy!" he yelled. Fushia looked taken aback. "But sir--" "Dormin cannot escape this place without a host body! KILL THE BOY!" Emon screamed. Fushia fumbled for his crossbow, took aim, and fired. The arrow struck Wander's shoulder and the warrior staggered back; the shadow beings halted. "Hahahahahahahahaha! Did thou really think We would be so easily slain?" Wander asked, amused. Then suddenly, in Wander's own voice, the warrior grunted in pain and fell to his knees, his palms on the stones.

"No...! The body of a mortal is too weak to be of use! We must regain Our true body!" Dormin shouted. The shadow soldiers all turned and ran to Wander; they melted into his flesh and he grew in size as more shadow warriors emerged from the walls at the end of the hall and ran to the warrior. "What--?! NO!" Emon yelled. Fushia and the swordsman only stared in horror at the demonic transformation before them.

The stone floor of the hall cracked under the god's weight as They grew larger and larger with each shadow warrior that hit them. Long shadowy hairs grew all over the black being's body, and its eyes turned a hideously evil blue, becoming inhumanly round. The warrior's arms lengthened greatly and his hands curved into claws, and his feet became pointed. When the entity was only a few yards away from the ceiling, long demonic horns sprouted from its head and four jointed tentacles curved out from its back. Emon stepped back, tripped over a rock and fell to the ground.

Dormin looked at Their newly restored body and tilted Their head to the side; this form was only a shadow of what They once were. But it would have to do. The god colossus then glanced down at the now-tiny humans before Them, staring at the crouched black demon.

The mortal's body is now Ours; Our power is restored.

"No! He's been ressurected!" Emon cried, his breathing ragged. Dormin chuckled, raised an arm, and brought it down.

BOOOOOOOOM

Fushia and the swordsman were each lifted into the air several feet by the quake that shook the Shrine of Worship. Dormin repositioned Their feet, then a gale wind began to blow through the hall. The human's clothing whipped around their limbs and buffeting their bodies.

Thou shalt never leave this place...

Dormin inhaled deeply, then lurched Their head forward. A stream of blue fire erupted from Their face and set the moss around Mono's altar aflame. "Go! Get to the end of the hall!" Emon cried, running forward. Fushia and the swordsman quickly followed; Fushia fired a volley of bolts from his crossbow, which the god lazily blocked with Their arm, and the swordsman impaled the Colossus' leg with his blade.

"Go! I will catch up!" Emon ordered them. The two men sprinted for the end of the hall and raced up the spiral ramp. The old priest picked up the Ancient's Sword and brandished it towards Dormin while backing away. The god turned to face him and booming laughter filled the Shrine.

What doth thou hope to do with that little twig? Thou cannot do Us harm now; We are invincible.

"I don't plan on fighting you, Dormin. That's suicide." Emon muttered, still backing up. "But I know that this sword is the one thing you have ever feared!" with that he stuck the Ancient's Sword in the air. Blinding light erupted from the tip, far brighter than anything before it, and Dormin shielded Their eyes with a roar. Emon ran to the spiral ramp and climbed as fast as he could, finding Fushia and the swordsman gone but his horse waiting. Emon mounted up.

Where did thou go--?! Do not think that We will let thou go so easily!

"Begone, foul demon!" Emon cried, throwing the Ancient's Sword up and urging his steed out of the shrine. The sword fell down, down, down, until it landed with a mighty splash in the pool at the foot of the ramp.

A roar filled the Forbidden Lands and the wind everywhere within the valley was pulled towards the Shrine of Worship; a vacuum tore away at Dormin's body as They scrambled frantically for a foothold.

You will be forever trapped here, like us.

Who dares speak to Us, the mighty Dormin, in such a tone?

But Dormin recognized the voice; it was that of Malus, the slain colossus who had long ago destroyed Dormin's body. Then another voice, all too familiar, entered Their mind as well.

Never again will anyone fall for your tricks or believe your lies...Lord Dormin...

Warrior!

Dormin roared as They shrank; finally, only Wander's shadow-covered body was left, trying pointlessly to escape the vortex that was created within the pool.

We'll see you in the afterlife.

Don't keep us waiting.

The will of the two soldiers slammed into Dormin's, and won; the god was thrown back into the pool and the vortex vanished without a trace.

As Emon raced with his men across the giant bridge, it began to collapse under their very feet. Safely reaching the edge, Emon turned back to the Shrine of Worship. "Maybe someday, he can undo the sin he brought upon this place." Emon murmured, then turned and walked with his men through the gates of the Forbidden Lands.

Inside the Shrine, Mono's eyes fluttered open and she breathed deeply; air! She had forgotten how sweet it was! Looking around at the strange room she was in, she heard a cry. Getting to her feet, stumbling from her unused legs, she made her way slowly to the pool chamber. Within the pool, she found a baby, his hair red and horns on his head. Mono lovingly picked up the child, feeling strangely familiar with it, and cradled it in her arms.

CLOPCLOP-CLOP

Mono turned to see a beautiful black horse limping down the hall towards her. It held its hind-right leg awkwardly, as if it were unable to use it. Mono rose, the now asleep baby in her arms, and walked to the horse; touching its mane, she smiled and buried her face in its neck. "You're so familiar..." Mono whispered. The horse gave a snort and whinnied, and Mono stepped back. Suddenly she got a vision; a vision of a red-haired boy, no older than eighteen, with tears streaming down his cheeks and a smile on his face. "Agro..." the boy whispered softly before fading from Mono's mind.

"Agro?" Mono repeated. The horse turned to look at her and neighed, then continued to limp to the ramp. Mono smiled and walked with Agro, her hand on his side, as they ascended the spiral ramp together. "Do you know where that boy is?" Mono asked. Agro whinnied, flicking his tail which brushed over the baby's face. Mono blinked, then looked down at the child with great affection. "I see..." she murmured.

They reached the top and found the stone door opened; walking out into the sunshine, which Mono delighted in, she saw Agro limping to the side. She followed the magnificent horse to another ramp, which curled around the shrine. She ran up to the top and found an archway. She was about to step in, but Agro neighed and she stopped, waiting for the injured horse.

When Agro caught up, Mono stepped into a beautiful garden with lush trees, green plants, and lizards and foxes and birds all around her. She heard water flowing and glanced down to see a canal cut into the garden, running all around it. Mono tore off a piece of her dress, wrapped the baby in it, then set him down as she took in the lovely sight. Agro lay down next to the baby, nuzzled him with his nose, then fell asleep. Mono smiled again, sat by the horse's side, and within minutes was asleep as well.

Hooray! Agro didn't die! I am sure that very few, if any, people watched the scene where Agro returned without shedding a tear.

Rejoice, for Part 1 is done! (fanfare) All you have to do now is wait for me to do the Redux chapters, and then we can get started on Part 2! Don't stop reading, we're not even half done! See ya for now--I'm off to make more Colossi!

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