Spyro the Dragon: Creation and Destruction
By ValkierieDjermegandre
Disclaimer: Sigh...hey! I still don't own Spyro or any related characters that appear in this story! They belong to their respective creators at Vivendi Universal! I own Spyro's god form, his powers and any original characters including, but not limited to, Atlas! I also own the scenario and not...much...else!! Rawwrr!! Okay? Okay.
Plot: Through time, there has always been one god who has been the object of fear; one who's right hand is chaos…who's left hand is destruction…who's very breath is pestilence. Creation and destruction will clash…as forbidden myth becomes black truth…
Notes: It's here! The next part in my Spyro the Dragon God saga, Creation and Destruction. Mostly inspired by my own need for another story to write and an answer to the requests for the next part of the saga (I'm looking at Draganta the Dragonlord and Nightmare King). Hope you like this too!
Book I: The Chaos God
Chapter IV: Twilight
In the familiar white room (most likely the sage dragon's main meeting room), Yokurious and Laxeius appeared in their respective seats, followed by the other two hooded dragons. One of the hooded sages, at the north end of the table, placed his hands on the table and produced another glass dragon eye; it in turn produced an image of Spyro. Laxeius raised an eyebrow at the image and then turned her attention to Yokurious.
"Is everyone here?" the hooded dragon at the north end said.
"Yes…" Yokurious responded. He had a sense of tiredness in his voice.
"You alright, Yokurious? You look fatigued." Laxeius asked.
"…I ran into him. The forbidden one…he claims to be the God of Destruction…"
"What?!" the hooded dragon at the west end, exclaimed.
"He was always a dangerous one…but, I never figured this would be his final destiny…"
"Now I can see why his power was so great…"
"Yes…we will have to look into this matter later. However, more pressing matters call to our attention at this point. The God of Creation, master Spyro…is helping that Yokkurei."
"What?! He's helping Atlas?!"
"The beast has no doubt gotten into the young master's head. His story took advantage of the young master's kindness…"
"Well…what should we do? We can't possibly make the God of Creation our enemy…"
"Especially considering that the anima of darkness, the God of Destruction, is rising."
"Sage Dragons! Don't forget why we exist! We exist to preserve the balance that the Supreme Judge has established."
"Yes, that's all well and good…but, logic would denote that we can't take on two deities."
"She's right. We should plan our moves a little more before we decide to take action."
"Decision established. Meeting adjourned!"
The sage dragons nodded to each other and left the room in their veils of light. When the room was dead quiet, a jet black lightening bolt struck inside of the room, followed by a storm of black feathers; it was Twilight. He looked around the room and shrugged…than noticed the glass dragon eye on the table. The God of Destruction walked toward it and looked at the image that the item projected.
"…how many of these things do they have…hmm? Who is this little dragon? Is this who they were calling the God of Creation? Wa ha ha!! Are you serious?!" Twilight said. As he doubled over in laughter, he tripped over himself and ended up bringing his fist down on the glass eye. He looked at the glass shards in his scales and plucked them out. "Oops…oh well, they've probably got thousands of them. Meanwhile…I have to meet this God of Creation…"
The God of Destruction smirked and disappeared in a storm of black feathers…leaving an uncomfortable silence in the room…
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Meanwhile, in the Artisan home, it was a clear yet cold day. There was still snow left from the blizzard only a few days earlier and the homes and palace were glazed with white. Peace reigned through the air and it seemed nothing could interrupt that silent vow…until the voice of a flustered god rang through the air. The voice of an angered Spira rang from the Artisan Palace and turned the heads of many a dragon. Inside, Spira's clenched fists and a table broken in half were tell-tale signs that something had truly angered the blue dragon god; Spyro, who was standing across from him, took his fingers from his ears and used his magic to repair the table. The white dragon god crossed his arms and shifted an eyebrow toward his father.
"You're letting that…that…Yokkurei stay here?!" Spira roared. Spyro turned his back to his father and stuck one finger in one ear sarcastically; classic Spyro gesture.
"What the hell's your problem?!" Spyro roared back.
"Perhaps you didn't hear me: Yokkurei!! He's a savage beast in a world of us pure dragons! That's like putting a sheep in a field full of wolves! Did I mention that Yokkurei can sometimes be half-wolf?!"
"No! And those are bishōns who are half-wolf! Besides, Atlas is pretty innocent considering how you describe Yokkurei!"
"Number one, bishōns can be Yokkurei, too. Number two, your brain has problems or something! What did Atlas do to you?!"
"Okay, for that one, I should take a crack at you with Adamatinacor…"
"I'm sure you wouldn't do that…it'd be a mistake on your part…" As Spira and Spyro started growling at one another, Atlas came through the palace door with an ice cream cone in his hand, dancing, and singing to himself in an unknown language. As soon as he came across the growing conflict between Spyro and his father, the red dragon stopped in his tracks.
"Uh…am I interrupting something?" Atlas said.
"Nothing you should get involved in, Yokkurei!" Spira shot.
"…my name's Atlas…"
The red dragon dipped his head in sadness and, finally, Spyro could contain himself no longer. The white dragon god clenched his fists, causing holy energy to course through them, and released the energy in the form of light needles. Spira quickly brought up a shield and the attack reflected quite easily; the blue dragon god looked at his son with a look of pure rage.
"Sigh…Spyro…what the hell are you thinking?!" Spira roared.
The blue dragon fired off a wave of holy energy and Spyro was promptly blasted out of the window. Atlas watched his friend fly out of the window and turned his gaze toward Spira. The red dragon dashed toward the blue dragon god, dodged the latter's holy blade attack, and…then a savage energy began coursing through the red dragon's body. His eyes radiated with demonic energy and he sunk his teeth into Spira's arm; the blue dragon god roared in pain and his cries grew louder as Atlas tossed him into a wall with only his fangs. Spira looked at the red dragon and stared at the demonic aura rising from him.
"The hell…is Atlas truly—damn!" Spira started.
Spira's thought was cut off by a deep growl from Atlas and the red dragon rushing at him with his claws bared. The blue dragon god immediately drew his sacred glaive, Spirayoma. The blade was a deep bluish color with black mixed in. The hilt was a large circular design with a single slash mark going through it to act as the handle. It also had four blue, dragon wings coming out of the side of the blade and a large ocean blue crystal embedded at the very end of the handle. Once Atlas' claw struck the blade, a rush of white and black lightening coursed through the air; Spira was amazed by the ether flux.
"Who…who are you?!" Spira asked. Once he said that, a black shadow washed over Atlas and standing before the blue dragon god was the God of Destruction.
"Me? I'm Twilight…Atlas Twilight!!" the dragon God of Destruction said.
Meanwhile outside, Spyro awoke from his father's attack and, unsurprisingly, acted as though he didn't feel a thing. The white dragon god looked back up at the palace and staggered as he witnessed an explosion of dark energy knock out a wall. Spyro drew Adamatinacor and leaped back up toward the palace, wherein he witnessed the source of the energy; the massive red dragon with the black cloak.
"Who the hell are you?!" Spyro said, drawing his sword.
"Ugh, how many times do I have to—hey…you're the supposed God of Creation…aren't you?" Atlas said, growling with a nasty smirk.
"Supposed? I am the God of Creation, Spyro the Dragon!"
"…HA! You?! So it's true! You are the smallest dragon god I've ever seen…and I've seen many dragon gods."
"Ugh, here we go with the short jokes. Look bastard, I'll let you live if you leave right now."
"…you don't know who I am, do you? I'm—"
"The God of Destruction!!" came a strong voice.
The God of Destruction winced at the sound of that voice and turned toward the wall he blew out; a flash of light opened up and another sage dragon revealed himself. This one was a grayish tint with white markings on his body (where the robe didn't cover) and short, spiky white hair. He also had a long beard that was wrapped in bands and belts; he stared at Atlas and narrowed his eyes.
"You know as well as I do…that you do not belong here…" the sage dragon said.
"Oh, shut up Hinarious! All you sage dragons are alike: 'The Supreme Judge says this', 'the Supreme Judge says that!' Do you know how annoying that is?! That old, furry bastard will die soon, anyway!" Atlas said.
"You…disrespectful, pseudo god!"
"Pseudo god?! I'm the real God of Destruction! Feh, those other, insignificant fools who tried to claim my powers only assisted in the revival of my dark magic…but, I have to thank them. For because of them…I'm even more powerful then ever."
"What do you mean by that?!" Spyro said.
"Hmm? Oh you…I forgot you were there. I don't have time to kill you now, but I'll do it later…and of course, if that furry 'Supreme' judge doesn't die earlier than that…"
"You would threaten to kill His lordship?!" Spira said, rising from the floor.
"Lordship? Why do you follow him? So he writes down a law or two on a scroll; big deal. I could be a greater judge than him…I would show my face more often."
"Hellish demon!!"
Spyro dashed at Atlas and swung Adamatinacor at the red dragon god, but he merely jumped back and revealed the Grimoire of the Sealed Heavens. Atlas smirked and stood straight as he cracked open the ancient tome. The white dragon god narrowed his eyes at the sight of the book…he knew he had seen it before. Atlas searched through the pages until he gave Spyro a sharp look and a sadistic smile.
"Such a shame…we've only just met and its time for you to go. Die!! Kanashimi no Kaze!!" Atlas growled.
The God of Destruction began to levitate in the air with a field of vicious winds surrounding him. Black clouds started to swirl in the air and with a gesture from Atlas' hand, released a violent tornado in Spyro's general direction.
"No way! Adamant Guard!!" Spyro called.
The God of Creation swung his sword in some erratic ways, then swung it straight horizontally and called a great wall of adamant that protected him from the winds. The God of Destruction twitched his eye in an irritated manner and roared violently; calling forth his six Shinigami Ryoku. He gripped Tsubasa of the Torrential Winds and it transformed into six, large lances that each had a dragon head representing the point. The poles were silver with black markings and tassels coming off of their ends. Atlas gave another savage roar and dashed at Spyro who promptly countered the red dragon god's first attack with a sword guard. A grand rush of ether was the result of the celestial clash and Spyro was surprised at his opponent's overwhelming strength.
"Damn…damn you!" Spyro growled.
"You can't possibly hope to defeat me! I am more powerful than you could ever be!" Atlas roared. He had an apparent fire in his eyes.
"Why are you even here in my world?! Why are you attacking the sage dragons?!"
"With the spreading darkness that came over my world…I made a promise to the revolution…"
"What?!"
"And…I can't let anybody interrupt it!! Asuré no Bakura!!"
Atlas quickly hit Spyro hard with his tail, knocking him down. The God of Destruction crossed him arm over his chest and his lances began to calmly surround him. With another quick motion from his hand, the lances began to spin and generate a violent hurricane from which black lightening struck. Spyro was shredded by the intense winds and finally thrown aside, hitting the ground hard. Meanwhile, Spira gripped his own divine blade and rushed at Atlas from behind but, without turning to face the blue dragon, made a quick gesture with his hand. This gesture caused his six lances to form a shield that blocked Spira's attack.
"You light anima…you are all so pathetic…" Atlas said.
"You're in no position to call anyone else pathetic! You pretty much snuck into this world! What kind of coward god are you?!" Spira said.
"That wasn't cowardice as much as it was…tactics, if you will. Oh well; whatever you think is irrelevant anyway…"
"Bastard!"
Atlas smirked and waved his hand horizontally, causing his lances to come back to him as he gripped two of them. Spira gave an aggravated look as stared at the wind surrounding his opponent. The blue dragon god rushed forward and deftly swung his blade, cutting through the barrier of demonic wind. He then rose his sword and it began to give off a divine aura.
"Take this! Holy Wing!!" Spira called.
The blue dragon god was covered in a strong aura and then he swung his blade, releasing a rush of white feathers and holy energy toward his opponent. Atlas scowled and put away his lances; he had something else up his sleeve. The God of Destruction's six Shinigami Ryoku disappeared into him and he began to give off a ridiculously strong demonic aura; so strong that it cancelled out Spira's attack. Four black and red ethereal wings ripped out of Atlas' back and he gave a cruel smile.
"Disappear…Shinryokai…Shinkai Asura Bakunetsura!!" Atlas roared. Spyro awoke at the sound of 'Bakunetsura'.
Then he revealed it. Like Rhanara, the handle was a long as the blade, except the blade seemed segmented and had demonic runes burned into it. There was a black ribbon extending from the end of the hilt and six silver fins arced from the handguard; two curved up, two curved down and two branched out. The vast amount of ether caused the God of Destruction's cloak to completely dissolve as though it were placed in acid and his body was revealed.
He had an abnormal amount of runes all across his body and chains ripping out from his very scales that floated in the air. His claws were long and looked as though they were made of crystal; the same went for his talons. Long ridges ripped out of his back and a collar was visible around his neck; it also had incantations burned into it. The Grimoire of the Sealed Heavens was chained to his body and resonated as the dark anima's ether filled the room. The God of Destruction gripped his sword and swung it horizontally; causing his very wings to blast forward in a grand attack of darkness and hellish energy that tore the entirety of the palace to shreds. Dark energy consumed the grounds and after the attack was finally finished, the Artisan Palace was no more.
"Hmph…looks like I went overboard…" Atlas growled, with a cruel smirk. He looked and witnessed Spyro push through the rubble and debris…the white dragon god looked very weak. In fact, he was flashing between white and purple.
"Pant…pant…pant…damn…" Spyro tried to say.
"Now, now…don't push yourself. You wouldn't want to lose your divinity for good, now would you…?"
"You…what…what the hell did you do to Bakunetsura?!"
"Oh, this? I just found this lying around in the Graveyard of Reason. It'll do until I get my sword back…"
"Damn you…"
"I'll leave you for now…my power is not yet great enough for me to exist on my own…but, I'll be back…then again, I'm always around you, now aren't I?"
"Who…who the hell are you…?"
"My name's…Twilight. Goodbye, Spyro the Dragon…"
The God of Destruction gave a nasty smirk and disappeared in a plume of black lightening and feathers; the God of Creation collapsed to the ground as the storm clouds and rain started to roll in. Spira was nowhere in sight…neither was the Sage Dragon, Hinarious. Spyro slowly felt his sight failing him and last thing he saw before he blacked out…was a group of four dragons in white cloaks bearing down on him…
End Chapter Four…next chapter, Truth…