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 V: Truth
"Spyro…I'm sorry…"
"What…?"
"I should have told you the truth from the beginning…"
"What are you talking about…?"
"I'm…not who I seem to be…"
"Please don't say that…"
"I wish I could be your closest friend…but, the truth is…"
Spyro awoke and found himself in a bed, in a white room. The door arch had flower designs to it and traces of blue and black in its color. There were columns around the four corners of the room and the ceiling was graced with a grand design of a holy pentagram. The white dragon looked at the window and was impressed at the odd, thorn and rose designs in the window pane. Spyro rubbed his temple and tried to ask himself a plethora of questions, but he jumped when he heard the door opening. The soft face of Yokurious appeared in the doorway and he walked up to the white dragon god.
"'tis good to see you awake, young master." Yokurious said, almost whispering.
"Yokurious…right? Where am I?" Spyro inquired.
"You are on the other side…the end of the world."
"Wait, the Spirit Realm?! As in, the realm where the Supreme Judge's shrine lies?!"
"Yes, actually. Don't be so surprised; you've been here before. Now then, please follow me."
Spyro got out of the bed and started to follow Yokurious…but then he was stopped by a familiar sound. It was the sacred bell of eternity…it rung from a far off land. The sound reminded Spyro of the black dragon's last day alive…the black dragon that he couldn't save. The white dragon god snapped out of daydream and followed Yokurious out into the hallway. The white hallway captivated Spyro in a strange way and soon, the dragon god and the sage dragon reached the central meeting room, wherein Spyro witnessed a shocking sight.
It was a wolven being, but it had dragon features; horns arching from behind its ears and from the sides of its head. It also had long, spiky hair, a scarf, chest armor and shoulder pads, along with a strange belt strapped across its body; it also had nine tails. The being had long sleeves and markings on its snout and under its eyes along with scrolls attached to its back and a huge quill pen with a white feather. He gave Spyro a soft smile as he acknowledged the dragon god.
"You're…you're…you're the Supreme Judge!" Spyro said. He gave a gesture of respect and vigorously rubbed his eyes.
"Yes…it is I, the Supreme Judge, Okami Hikari Madeen Djermegandre." Djermegandre said, as he rose from his oversized, crystal throne. "You are…Spyro, right?"
Djermegandre sat back down and pulled a scroll from his back. Spyro looked over the bishōn's shoulder and was silently impressed at the hand drawn picture of him. There was a description of the dragon god; his personality, age, height, weight, and power type; all in ancient writing. The Supreme Judge looked over his shoulder and narrowed his eyes at Spyro. He closed the scroll and studied the dragon god; Spyro put on his most seamless expression.
"So…what are you doing here? I thought you were still asleep." Spyro asked.
"Well, I was…but now that the God of Destruction has awakened and has designs on my life, I couldn't possibly ignore that." Djermegandre said.
"The God of Destruction…who is he really?"
"Well, I should think it's obvious for you."
"…what?"
"The God of Destruction is that red dragon…Atlas Twilight is the God of Destruction."
"…you're kidding, right? You have to be joking!"
"No…I'm actually quite serious. Your new best friend…is also your worst enemy."
"That's crazy! He hasn't even once tried to kill me, let alone destroy my world!"
"That's because the Atlas that you know is a separate existence created only to shelter the real God of Destruction…until he regains his powers. The red dragon that you have associated yourself with is as real as the heart of the King of Demons…which isn't real at all."
"So…in order to protect my world and seal away the dark anima…"
"You have to kill Atlas. Which is ironic because to obtain his full strength, he has to kill you."
"Damn…I can't believe this…"
"You can avoid it all you want, but the fact is that if you want to save your world, and yourself, than you have to kill the bastard."
Spyro stood dumbstruck. He couldn't possibly kill Atlas…especially if the red dragon didn't have any choice in the manner of being the God of Destruction. The God of Creation closed his eyes in indecision and knew what the ultimate decision would have to be…
Meanwhile, in the deepest regions of the Artisan forest, Atlas walked through the black wood and eventually reached a clearing with purple roses. The red dragon closed his eyes and stared at the mist that was following him. His green eyes gleamed and he clenched his fists in irritation.
"Come out…I know you're there…" Atlas growled. The mist formed into a storm of black feathers and lightening; Twilight appeared before his alter ego, in another black robe, and folded his arms.
"Hmph…you're quite angry today, aren't you?" Twilight growled.
"You…are…ruining…everything! I'm not going to kill Spyro! He's my first real friend!"
"Friends aren't worth anything. We are the God of Destruction; there's nothing you can do about that. I will awaken and you will disappear. That's just how it has to work."
"Don't flatter yourself. I won't let you have your way."
"Asshole! You are me! That heart of yours has given you false emotions…I don't know why you insist on following such impulses!"
"I don't know why you insist on causing such anguish! Don't we have a choice in our deeds like the other gods?!"
"We weren't born like the other gods! We were born from a stinking mess of demon blood and bodies! Other gods – 'pure' gods – were born from ether and the stars themselves. We were pushed aside and ostracized because we were different and…'unworthy'…"
"…but, now…"
"Do you remember that day? The promise that we made? Well, I made the promise but you are me so…"
"Promise…?"
"Our world was being shrouded in the darkness of hatred and decay. I made a promise to the revolution. I promised to bring the Yokkureian clan back up the ladder. That world that those 'pure' dragons are sitting on…that world belongs to us! I promised to take it back; by taking the life force in their world and giving to ours, we can achieve the impossible."
"…"
"A complete revolution. Think of it, Atlas. Our world will have green grass…living Occuru trees…blue skies, towns, villages…water. Weather besides thunderstorms and acid rain. No more natural disasters…or rather considerably less, considering I am a God of Destruction."
"Hmm…"
"Please tell me…please tell me that you value your world over such petty things like friendship…"
"Damn…"
"A complete revolution, Atlas. With the spreading darkness that day…I made a promise to the revolution…I can let anybody interrupt it…we can't let anybody interrupt it!"
Now, Atlas stood in the same indecision that Spyro stood in. He knew that Twilight was right; his world was going to die if the red dragon kept going with this. He also knew that Spyro would find out sooner or later about his secret. Time was not on the red dragon's side…either he could submit to Twilight's designs, or continue his charade until things finally became unavoidable…
"I…what if everything goes wrong? And we're just stopped straight in our tracks?" Atlas questioned. Twilight thought about it for a moment.
"All things considered, the same applies to your little charade. If you ask me, everything has already taken a turn for the worst…thanks to that Supreme Judge, he knows." Twilight said.
"Who knows?!"
Before he could answer, Twilight gripped his chest and disappeared in a storm of black feathers; Atlas figured it was because he couldn't maintain his materialized form. The red dragon looked off into the sea of trees and spaced out…until he heard running footsteps. Atlas turned around and the dragon that he didn't want to see showed up in the clearing: Spyro. The white dragon god immediately drew his sword and bared it on Atlas; the red dragon wasn't fazed.
"I guess it has to be this way…my heart would not have wanted this…" Atlas whispered.
"Shut up! You're a dark anima; do you even have a heart?!" Spyro roared.
"Spyro…like I said, I would not have wanted this. I really wanted us to be friends."
"…grr…"
"I guess…what I really wanted was for you to be the key to the door of my darkness…I wanted you to help me forget. But I guess what you really caused…"
"Atlas…no! You're not getting to me anymore!"
"You really caused me more heartache than I could ever have. Time is not on either of our sides, Spyro. I think that…we should both stop faking each other out…"
Atlas turned his back to Spyro and reached for his left shoulder; the red dragon ripped off the painted scales that covered his reverse pentagram and he hunched over. A savage aura overtook the red dragon and he began to growl and thrash as his eyes radiated a demonic green; Spyro was sort of apprehensive. Atlas turned toward Spyro and broke the seal on the Grimoire of the Sealed Heavens; a black light came forth from the ancient tome and called forth Atlas' true body: the God of Destruction. Atlas Twilight looked at Spyro and the latter stared at him with a nasty glare.
"So…it's true…" Spyro said.
"Yes…this is me; Atlas Twilight…the God of Destruction." Atlas said.
"Why are you even here?! What are you after?!"
"My world was laid to waste by that Supreme Judge. He gave us, Yokkureians, the disgusting half of the world that he split…how dare he. We Yokkurei have toiled much longer and harder than you 'pure' dragons! We deserve this world that you now inhabit!"
"Well, that's not my fault! I didn't have anything to do with that!"
"Silence! My clan nearly pleaded with me to do something about this injustice…but, I could do nothing because my powers were burned out during that time. Why? Because I tried to defend my world from that bastard Judge! I lost that battle and I knew…I knew that I wasn't strong enough…"
"Do you think I care about this sob story?! I need to get rid of you before—"
"Before I have the chance to defend my vow! I'm going to kill you and take that life force that rightfully belongs to my world…and bring life back to my clan."
"Why do you care about life? You're a God of Destruction! Your powers circle around anything but life!"
"In my world…destruction is creation. Death is life. Chaos is bliss. We Yokkurei have our own philosophies…but enough about me. Harrgh!!"
Atlas had finally had enough and carved an ancient fire symbol on his right shoulder; his runes immediately reacted and transformed into flame-like designs. The God of Destruction smirked and slammed his hands to the ground, causing an eruption that brought magma to the surface. Spyro countered by drawing on the power of the Dragonian Spirit Guardian, Phyre, and sending a stream of ice cold water at his opponent's attack, causing the magma to cool.
Spyro smirked and Atlas scowled; the latter dashed at the former and started to rake him with his claws covered in fire. Spyro ducked to avoid the attack and swung his blade, causing a stream of adamant to slice at Atlas. The God of Destruction was undeterred, however, and summoned two chakrams from his evil flames. They had cross designs in their centers to serve as handles and the circular ends had jagged spikes about them. The four points going in the general directions were the longest and the other points were sharp flame designs and those designs continued around the entire weapon. Atlas gripped his weapons and they became engulfed in flames.
"It's amazing how much trouble you've been…Hyorengin no Bakura!!" Atlas roared. The God of Destruction's weapons radiated with his energy and he struck the ground with his fists, sending enormous fireballs in Spyro's direction.
"It's amazing you are so blind! Cruxis Flare!!" Spyro countered. The God of Creation made a mighty swing with Adamatinacor and released a grand wave of ethereal flames that not only neutralized Atlas's attack, but caused an ether flux of the same magnitude that blew away most of the trees around the two gods.
"Grr…enough of this!! To me, Bakuryusekai!!" Atlas roared. The God of Destruction's chakrams vanished and his six Shinigami Ryoku appeared, merging into one single Ryoku that sent out an unreal amount of evil energy. The sword had the same design as the normal Shinigami Ryoku except that the hand guard had an addition of two devil wings protruding from it. "I was going to let you watch while I reclaimed the life force of your world, but now I know that such a fate is too generous for you…"
"Oh, you're real intimidating…"
"Instead, I will certainly save you a place in the deepest depths of hell!!"
"You won't have time; you'll be banished to the deepest prison of the spirit world!!"
After finishing that sentence, light blue wings ripped out of Spyro's back and he was wrapped in a divine crystal. When it broke, the dragon god had transformed; into his true form of gilded majesty. His eyes were a cool sapphire color and his chest and belly scales, along with his hair took on similar color schemes. His horns took on a transparent ruby color and his newly crystalline amethyst wings dissolved into an emerald shade at their tips. The end of his long tail held fins and six gems of ruby, sapphire, topaz, emerald, amethyst and lucid colors. More markings appeared throughout his body and sharp ends ripped off of his shoulders and ankles as they became apparent. The mark of the celestial dragon appeared on his head and he gripped Adamatinacor…but, was reminded that Atlas stole Bakunetsura.
"Not only am I going to save my world…but I'm gonna get Bakunetsura from you, as well…" Spyro growled.
"Hmph! Come and try it!" Atlas challenged.
The two celestial forces rushed at one another and when they clashed swords, a grand ether flux razed the land around them for about twenty meters. Once they rebounded, Spyro jumped back at the God of Destruction with a vertical slash, but Atlas countered the Deity of Creation's attack with his own blade. The red dragon in turn, forced his opponent away and jumped at him with his claws that glowed with black rage, but the gold dragon easily dodged and began to gather energy in his hands.
"Take this! Maiyure Sakura!!" Spyro called. He thrust his hand towards Atlas and released a rush of divine energy in the form of many dragons.
"You can't defeat me! Novu Gureiga!!" Atlas called. He drew in air and then gave an earth-shattering roar that sent a destructive wave at Spyro that razed the earth as it went.
"No you don't! Akura Solaria!!" Spyro countered the God of Destruction's attack by striking the ground with his sword and sending towers of light energy toward his opponent. Atlas leapt through the attack and gripped his weapon.
"Gwoooar!! Bakureku Rhanara!!"
Atlas swung his sword vertically and struck the ground, causing a black wave of energy to tear through the earth. A fissure tore the forest in half…but, the God of Creation was undeterred. Spyro clenched his fist and gathered his ether; this action caused a solid shell of adamant to form over his fist in the shape of a comet. The God of Creation rushed toward Atlas and punched him with his adamant-coated fist; sending the red dragon out of the forest and toward the Artisan home. Atlas crashed to the ground in the middle of the Artisan home, but regained fast enough to parry Spyro's sword.
"You are a complete nuisance! Orichalca Shoryuka!!" Atlas roared.
The God of Destruction clenched his own fist and a shell of orichalcum formed over his own fist and formed a dragon head; Spyro was shocked stiff. Atlas gave a cruel smile and rushed toward the gold dragon; he hit Spyro hard with his dragon fist and as the God of Creation was sailing through the air, the dark anima began charging energy. The God of Destruction's eyes turned completely green and his runes resonated as a beam of evil energy roared from the dragon head. The energy made contact with Spyro and shredded him as Atlas forced the energy and the God of Creation into a nearby fountain. Spyro propped himself up on his sword as he tried to regain, but Atlas pointed his orichalcum dragon head at his opponent.
"You can't win…you'd be better off just handing over your life force…" Atlas growled as his eyes began to glow again. Spyro clenched his own adamant fist and slammed the ground with it, sending a wave of adamant clusters that trapped Atlas.
"Don't worry about me; worry about yourself!" Spyro said. The God of Creation drew in air and released a powerful ray of divine energy that shattered the adamant and sent the red dragon into a waterfall. "I'm not going to lose to a disgusting dark anima like you!"
"Hmph…" Atlas rose from the water and made a pushing motion with hands. The water formed a serpent of ice and water that struck Spyro as he tried to guard with his adamant covered hand. "Don't get so full of yourself, fool!"
The God of Destruction started to dash at Spyro with sword in hand…but he was stopped by a wave of green lightening striking him in the back. Atlas roared in absolute pain as the lightening coursed through his body and intensified as it reached the pentagram on his shoulder. The God of Destruction stopped moving and hit the ground; his runes, his sword and his ethereal wings disappeared as well. He was just a big, normal dragon. Spyro stared at him in disbelief, but looked back up and saw the sage dragons. He took note of Yokurious, Laxeius and Hinarious…but, couldn't put his finger on the fourth one. The last sage dragon removed her hood and she was revealed as a green dragon with long horns, and a longer ponytail. She had blue markings on her face and purple eyes.
"Sage dragons…what are you doing here?" Spyro said.
They didn't answer; Yokurious just stepped forward…and something was definitely wrong with him. His eyes gleamed and made Spyro uncomfortable. The white sage dragon raised his hand…and the same green lightening arced toward Spyro and shocked the dragon god hard. The God of Creation winced and roared in pain, but soon found himself powerless. The white dragon collapsed to the ground and looked back up at Hinarious with contempt.
"What…what the hell is this?!" Spyro growled.
Hinarious didn't answer. Why were the sage dragons doing this? Were they even who the legends said that they were all along? Were they planning this from the start? Why would they do this to Spyro as well? Soon, the God of Creation found his eyes getting heavy and he looked back up; he saw red eyes and a black shadow as he too lost consciousness…
End Chapter Five…next chapter, Imprisonment…