Spyro the Dragon: Creation and Destruction
By ValkierieDjermegandre
Disclaimer: Sigh...hey! I stilldon'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 VIII: Terra
The Tower of Ryoshin. An imposing structure that seemed to be placed in the eye of a swirling storm that was caught in time. Spyro and Atlas had finally ventured into the interior of the tower and looked around; there really wasn't anything unusual about the place…at least in their eyes. Sure, there were incantations and markings upon the walls; the dragon gods didn't seem to pay this fact any mind…until Atlas looked closer at the markings and he immediately recognized them. The red dragon looked at his own body and the incantations were all too familiar. Spyro walked up to the God of Destruction and looked at him curiously.
"Something wrong, Atlas?" Spyro asked.
"These markings…on the walls…they are Devil's Script…" Atlas whispered.
"Devil's Script…?"
"Yes. They are the markings that are placed upon Yokkurei dragons like myself to enable us to use our dark magic. Except, these markings…they seem less broken than mine…yet, they release a more unstable force…"
"So, this tower might be a Yokkureian structure?"
"Possibly. If anything, we might be close to the border…"
For now, Spyro and Atlas ignored their suspicions and started through the hallway that followed the main chamber. There were signs of a savage beast being let loose inside of the building; scratch marks on the walls, floors sinking where giant footprints were, and some of the pumice seemed like it had been singed. Spyro took in all of this and the further he went with Atlas, the more a profound sense of dread took over his psyche. What is in here? Spyro continually asked himself this question as he walked.
"…what are you thinking about?" Atlas said.
"…huh? Oh, nothing…I'm fine…" Spyro said.
After a minute or two, the two dragons reached a door emblazoned with magic symbols; it led to a spiraling staircase that no doubt led to the top of the tower. Spyro and Atlas both nodded to one another and drew their swords as they ascended the staircase. As the dragon gods came closer to the top, a strange mist seemed to rise around them followed by the sounds of growling that resonated around them; Spyro and Atlas brushed it off as odd and continued climbing the stairs. Finally, the dragons reached the apex of the tower and beheld the sight that was presented to them. Clouds of white and black swirled around the pumice platform, and silver lightening crackled to and from each layer. Rain was coming down in waterfalls in several places and streams of hellfire raged from the lower layer of clouds.
"The elements are distorted here…being focused against their will…" Spyro said.
"There's no mistaking it…a Devil's Script even stronger than mine is being used here…" Atlas growled.
"But, by whom—hmm?"
Spyro's attention was directed at a strange sight. On the far edge of the platform stood a being; a strange aura was streaming from him. He was a silver wolf with a cerulean triangle gem on his forehead. Strange marks were painted under his eyes and in the shape of an arrow on the top of his head. A rush of hair came forth from the back of his head and his ears were pointing up like devil horns. He had two long braids that reached down to his feet; they were wrapped in white cloth and ended in rings. A long chain was attached to his left ear that ended in a crystal charm and he also had two spherical earrings behind each ear.
A mane stretched down from his neck and the fur on its edges was black. He wore adamant shoulder pads and a strange shirt that was shaped more like a cuirass and had long, black sleeves. The shirt also had a large zipper and an emblem on its front that had a symbol that was shaped like an arrowhead. The wolf's fur below his shirt was deep blue with white markings: Devil's Script. His talons seemed to be made of orichalcum and he had small dragon wings coming out of his back. A long dragon tail came forth from a tuff of fur and seemed to give off an unusual energy. Finally, he wore large headphones around his neck; the two phones had tattoos on their backs. One shaped like a hollow, flaming sun and another shaped like a moon with a wolf head behind it. Spyro looked at the wolf and stepped forward with a feeling of uncertainty.
"Hey…who are you?!" Spyro called. The wolf stammered as though he were surprised…and then turned toward Spyro slowly; the white dragon god than noticed that he had the same ghostly green eyes as Atlas.
"Shut up. Silence yourself…I'm trying to listen…" the wolf growled. He then turned his back on the dragons once more.
"…you…you have Devil's Script, don't you?" Atlas said.
"…what the hell do you know about Devil's Script…?"
"What is your name? I want to know before I kill you…"
"T…E…R…R…A…"
"What…?"
"A…S…U…R…A…"
"What the hell are you saying?!"
"B…A…K…U…R…A…Terra Asura Bakura is my name…"
"…something's wrong with this bastard…"
Spyro was right. There was something unnatural about the wolf…Terra. Not only did he have a stronger Devil's Script that Atlas, but something about his aura caused the elements to distort around him. Suddenly, Terra began to walk forward and fiddle with the chain on his ear.
"Can you hear it? The elements…they scream…they cry…isn't it wonderful?" Terra said. Spyro narrowed his eyes and then bared his sword.
"I don't know what the hell you are, or where you came from, but I'm guessing that you're not—" Spyro started.
"Normal? Proper? Like it matters. Perfection is nothingness. Stride is a deafened dream."
"Enough of this! Do you know where that bastard Hinarious is?!" Atlas roared.
"…you're Atlas, right? You hold the Shinigami Ryoku and are the God of Destruction from the Yokkureian realm. You are angry at the 'Supreme Judge' Djermegandre, for sending your world to hell. You came to the Dragon Realms to steal the life force from the God of Creation, Spyro's, world. You softened your resolve, however, and therefore broke your supposed…vow. Let's see…did I miss anything, Atlas Twilight?"
"…"
"And you…you're Spyro, right? You hold the power of the blade, Adamatinacor and are the God of Creation from the Dragon Realms. You were once a normal, purple dragon, but Dragon God Spira turned out to be your father. You had a hellish time gaining that insignificant power that you have even though it came from the Dragonian Spirit Guardians. You were captured by the dark wizard, Seroth, and were forced to release the dark spirit within you. You became a Shinigami and almost destroyed the Dragon Realms."
"Shut up!"
"You were exorcised and lost your body in the process. You swapped souls with the Shinigami, Spyrol, and ended up in the Castle of Redemption. You battled Spyrol and regained your right to exist, after which you killed your grandfather, Dark Dragoon, killing Spyrol in the process."
"Shut up! I'm warning you!"
"You then came in contact with the Dragon of Forgotten Lore, XIII, otherwise known as Scion, and came under suspicion of him being the dragon to end the world. You wormed your way into his nonexistent heart and he began to trust you as a friend, which ultimately led to his time limit being created. You killed his closest friend, the 'King of Demons' Jormungandre by leading the A.X.I.S Organization to him. You found out that Scion was directly connected to your archenemy, the 'Spirit of Darkness' Lucid and that he held the powers of the 'Supreme Judge'. With his help, you killed Lucid and ended his existence in full…but you still felt guilty because you were the one who truly sent Scion to his death…did I miss anything, Spyro the Dragon?"
Spyro couldn't move and neither could Atlas. How was it that this monster…this Terra knew everything about their existences? How did he know every single detail about what they did in the past? As far as both of the dragon gods knew, they had never seen Terra before, let alone knew about his existence.
"Oh, one more thing Atlas…I want my Grimoire of the Sealed Heavens back…" Terra said.
"What?! What the hell are you barking about?! This is mine and I would never hand it over to a spineless, nonexistent bastard like you!" Atlas roared.
"That's too bad."
As soon as Terra finished that sentence, he disappeared from sight for a split second and reappeared in front of Atlas; the God of Destruction was stunned. The silver wolf stamped his foot and the whole of the platform shook as a spire of earth launched Atlas into the air. Spyro rushed at Terra and prepared to cut the wolf in half with a vertical slash, but Terra raised his tail and blocked Adamatinacor with the slightest of effort. The silver wolf smirked and his eyes flashed as blue flames coated his hands; he thrusted his paw into Spyro's chest and sent him away with a flaming roundhouse. Without turning, Terra swung his hand toward his back and struck the incoming Atlas with a rush of blue flames, following his attack with a harsh axe kick to Atlas' head, which sent him to the ground hard enough to cause an impact crater.
Terra smirked and prepared to take the Grimoire of the Sealed Heavens from the God of Destruction, but he was sent away by a powerful blast of holy energy; Spyro was back up. The God of Creation chased the silver wolf and struck him with his tail, following with a strong horizontal slash; Terra was sent away with his blood spiraling through the air. Upon regaining, Terra was immediately struck by Atlas' Orichalcum-coated fist into the air, after which Atlas took aim.
"You're gonna die! Orichalca Shoryuka!!" Atlas roared.
The God of Destruction's eyes filled with their demonic green and his runes radiated with energy as the evil energy sailed from the Orichalcum dragon's maw toward Terra. The God of Destruction was brimming with confidence…but then, the unexpected. The silver wolf reached his hand toward the evil energy and the beam dispersed from its concentrated form and began to rave around Terra's body as he floated in the air. The two Dragonian Gods were struck with shock. Surrounded by raging energy, Terra placed his headphones upon his ears and the energy formed upon his hand…creating an Orichalcum wolven head. Both Gods couldn't move.
"You want to kill them? As you wish…" Terra said to his crystalline growth.
"What the hell are you?!" Atlas questioned. Terra pointed his weapon at the two dragons and his eyes glowed purple.
"Erase. Asura Ryoka…"
As soon as Terra whispered those words, a grand ray of dark and light energy roared from the wolven head; the energy electrified the air around it and had no trouble tearing up the ground beneath it. Thinking quickly, Atlas decided to use the weapon that the wolf wanted: the Grimoire. The God of Destruction quickly searched through the pages and finally found what he was looking for.
"Rrgh! Proterra Cruxis!!" Atlas said.
As Atlas casted the spell, a white barrier appeared in front of Spyro and Atlas that seemed to disperse the concentration of Terra's attack, weakening it. The wolf, however, was smiling. After the beam died down and the dust cleared, Atlas found that Terra was standing directly in front of him. Suddenly, the wolf's empty expression transformed into a glaring look of pure anger and malice as he got down on all fours. His horns began to surge with lightening and he released a powerful beam of electricity which sent Atlas away. Terra's tail than stretched out and transformed into a claw which grabbed the Grimoire from Atlas' body and brought it to him. Spyro dashed forward and his sword began to radiate with white hot energy.
"Damn you!!" Spyro roared.
The God of Creation swung his blade and a wave of divine energy twisted through the ground toward Terra. The silver wolf raised his regained Grimoire and the tome opened, producing a shield made entirely out of Adamant; Spyro's attack dispersed upon hitting the shield. The God of Creation's anger was evident as he thrust his sword into the ground. A magic glyph appeared around his feet…and once again, Terra smiled.
"Go ahead, Spyro the Dragon. Call upon the power of your precious Dragonian Spirit Guardians…" Terra mocked, while cracking his knuckles.
"…Raiden Crua!!" Spyro said.
The white dragon snatched his sword from the ground and swung the blade; releasing a storm of lightening that tore across Terra's fur. The silver wolf didn't expect this move at all and took the full brunt of the attack. Before Terra could hit the ground, he found himself in Spyro's grip, afterward being forced to the ground by the white dragon himself. Spyro gritted his teeth and growled intensely at Terra…his scales began to resonate with a golden energy.
"Now, you little bastard…you're gonna tell me everything that you know…" Spyro growled.
"Why should I?" Terra mocked. He gave an apathetic look.
"Because if you don't, I'll grind your damn skull into the ground!!"
"Hmph…don't try to act tough to scare me…that doesn't work on me…" Terra's comment resulted in Spyro tightening his grip on the wolf's neck.
"Don't…tempt…me…"
"Tempt you to do what? After all, you're a weakling. You can't protect anyone or anything. Why should I be afraid of you? Besides, you pure dragons don't have the mind to commit such savagery…"
Spyro was gravely agitated by Terra's soulless demeanor. So much so that the God of Creation had no problem lifting Terra from the ground in preparation to behead him…however, a stray lightening bolt arced from the clouds and struck the ground near Spyro's feet, forcing him to drop the wolf. Terra smirked and started to place his headphones upon his ears…
"Terra!!" Called a great voice. A storm of holy energy rained down from the clouds in aim of Terra. The silver wolf equipped his headphones and the energy began to rage around Terra, eventually being forced to the ground. The source of the attack: Okami Hikari Madeen Djermegandre. The Supreme Judge touched down and shivered at the sight of his adversary. "Terra…"
"Okami Hikari Madeen Djermegandre…" Terra said, as he removed his headphones, "What a pleasant surprise. What are the likes of you doing here?"
"I could ask you the same thing, you soulless cur…"
"Ouch. Is that any way to greet your long, lost little brother?"
"WHAT?!" Atlas and Spyro cried.
"Sigh…yes. This abomination…is related to me. Vanguard Terra Asura Bakura…"
"Hmph. I'm an abomination, huh? I don't see why you have such a sour taste for me, big brother…probably just because I rival your power."
"Shut your mouth! Aries In—"
Before Djermegandre could finish his incantation, Terra's lightening-coated fangs were in the Supreme Judge's wrist. The silver wolf tore at his brother's wrist until the latter dropped his sword and was thrown to the ground by the former's bare jaw. Djermegandre clutched at his bleeding wrist and glared at Terra as the silver wolf picked up his brother's sword. Terra examined the blade, letting the blood drip from his fangs onto the blade…he then turned to Djermegandre and an enraged look replaced the look of apathy.
"Supreme Judge?! My foot!!" Terra roared, before impaling Djermegandre with his own sword. He screamed in great pain and then his body completely stopped moving as he closed his eyes.
"N-no way…" Atlas whispered. Terra looked back at him.
"Oh, please. He's not even dead. I'm surprised at your reaction, truly. I could have sword that you wanted this furry dead, anyway."
"He does have a point doesn't he, Atlas…?" Came the voice of the traitorous sage dragon.
From the cover of the fog that trailed around the tower, Hinarious walked out and put his hands on Terra's shoulders. Spyro and Atlas gave the corrupt sage dragon a glare and prepared to attack. Hinarious walked forward and smirked at both dragon gods.
"So…you two did survive. I can never trust the others to do anything…" Hinarious coyly said.
"Hinarious…what the hell is your problem?!" Atlas roared.
"The two dragon realms have lost order. The Supreme Judge is too forgiving and the two dragon gods-that would be you two-are too weak. Therefore, I have taken it upon myself to be the one to restore order to the world of dragons."
"Are you serious?! Is that your motivation?! What a load of shit! What the hell kind of order are you talking about?!" Spyro raged.
"The kind of order that prevents beings like Lucid and Atlas from being created. The kind of order that will require a stern hand. The kind of order that will save these two worlds."
"You're…"
"Crazy? To you this might seem unreasonable, but I already have the most important component that I need: Terra."
"Terra? What about him?"
"Because he is the Supreme Judge's blood relative, he would be next in line to become the Supreme Judge anyway, however he is very much different from Djermegandre."
"Yeah, we could see that…"
"Terra has no feelings for others and he holds a great power inside of him…possibly greater than what Djermegandre holds. His mind is very special and I will use that power to achieve my goal…"
"Bastard…you are nothing short of a tyrant!"
"Hmph. Say what you will, however you cannot stop the revolution…right, Atlas?"
"Grr…"
"Just to make sure you cannot get in my way…"
Hinarious revealed his staff and placed his hand upon the gem on its top; the crystal started to resonate and a beam of light opened a black hole under the dragon gods and Djermegandre. Spyro attempted to jump at Hinarious, but found that he couldn't move away. The sage dragon walked away with Terra and waved to Spyro as the gods were drawn into the vortex. Why did Hinarious crave this order? What caused the divide between the bishōn brothers, Djermegandre and Terra? More importantly, where was this vortex leading them…?
End Chapter Eight…next chapter, Black…