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 XV: Hopelessness
Author's Note: The climactic battle between the God of Light and the God of Darkness will soon begin. Who will win?
In the dark room that was Terra's dwelling, the silver bishōn sat in front of an hourglass in which that sands were slowly ticking away to the bottom. Terra had a slight smile upon his maw; he had remembered this as being one of his favorite toys. He couldn't remember where he got it from…he guessed that he had gotten from an older sibling a long time ago. There was a slight engraving on the bottom half of the hourglass. "To my little brother, for all of your efforts" is what it read however, the signature was illegible due to years of wear. Terra kept his eyes on the sand but they also kept shifting to the engraving; something was trying to come back…something that he had given up to achieve peace. The silver beast ran his hand along the side of the object and slightly hit a small trigger that caused lights to dance around on the inside of the hourglass. Terra shook his head and shut off the special effects, setting his eyes on the sands once more.
"…the countdown to meltdown…is shortening…" Terra whispered.
"The real question is who's meltdown you're counting down to…" came the voice of Hinarious. The sage dragon appeared behind Terra and the latter's ear slightly moved. Hinarious was in his normal robe again and had a strange look about his face.
"What do you mean by that?"
"Don't think I didn't notice, Terra…you've been acting favorably for the last decade or so, but ever seeing your older brother again…" Hinarious paused to figure how to sort his words, "…you've shown signs of reverting…"
"…you think that I'm going soft again? What do you these headphones are for?"
"Shutting out the sounds of your heart. Yes, I know the story behind those, but is that the truth? Or are you…pretending for yourself?"
A coy smirk creased Hinarious maw and Terra sat still where he was. However, in flash of movement, Terra had swung his right foot up in a complete arc; almost landing a clean blow on Hinarious' face had the sage dragon not ducked back. Using the momentum produced from the previous move, Terra stood up on his left foot and leapt forward, trying to grab his Hinarious' arm with his lightening-encrusted fangs, but missing by mere inches. The sage dragon came back with a quick strike from his staff, but Terra ducked to the side and grabbed Hinarious with his tail; however, he found that he had grabbed an illusion. The sage dragon soon appeared and used his staff to hold the silver bishōn in place against the wall. Terra was surprised by Hinarious' display of strength, but then his face melted into his usual apathetic look.
"Good, you haven't softened…" Hinarious growled. He released Terra from his grip and the silver beast slid to the floor. "However, you shouldn't forget your place…"
Hinarious gave Terra another nasty smirk and left the room; the latter got back up on his feet and walked back over to his hourglass and sat there as he was. Terra raked his claws across the rug and started to strike flames as he did.
"Hinarious, you're style disgusts me…however…" Terra started. He stopped speaking as he looked out toward the lake and the statue in the distance. The storm clouds started to shift and disperse, followed by black lightening striking erratically and an intense storm starting out of nowhere. Terra smiled insanely as he looked at his board…"Spyro" and "Atlas" were baring their swords against one another…
Everything was burning around them. The remains of Town Square smoldered in the darkness of Atlas' rage. The return of the God of Creation to that area marked the beginning of what would be one of the most destructive battles to ever be fought. Spyro gripped Adamatinacor with all of his energy and the holy blade gave off a divine light, whereas Atlas simply folded his arms and flexed his recently obtained ethereal wings. The God of Destruction looked at his opponent and half of his strength was going into preventing himself from twisting the air around him with another demonic laugh.
"You know…the flame around us is quite relaxing don't you think?" Atlas started. He motioned toward the burning structures around the deities and smiled. "And the smell of Pure Dragon blood in the air makes it even better."
"Yokkureian scum! I should have banished you when I had the chance!" Spyro countered. "I will send you to deepest reaches of purgatory for your bloodlust!"
"Bloodlust…hardly! You don't understand my motives and you don't seek to understand! But enough talk, you weakling!"
Spyro immediately countered his counterpart's bluff and dashed forward at blinding speed, attacking with an upper slash that resulted in a powerful sword wave that surprised even the sword's bearer. Atlas merely stepped to the side and dodged, but Spyro wouldn't have that. Sooner than the God of Destruction thought, Spyro was upon him with a series of quick sword attacks that flowed like a river; left, right, left, right, left, right, right, and a spinning slash that involved the God of Creation swinging his sword around his body. Atlas dodged every single attack except that he took a nick from the spinning slash. Tired of letting his opponent have his free attacks, Atlas roared and a violent evil wind stirred as towers of fire, ice, lightening, earth, white and black wind, and stardust surrounded the God of Destruction; Spyro gritted his teeth at the sight of the Shinigami Ryoku.
"Watch, 'God' of Creation. This is the difference between you and I: Evolution!!" Atlas growled.
"You want to see evolution? I'll show you evolution!" Spyro said.
Atlas smirked at his opponent's weak comeback and grabbed Yotoi of the Consuming Inferno and it immediately disappeared from view and into Atlas' body as ether. Soon after, a heat wave blasted from his body and in seconds, a stream of flames was running down the God of Destruction's back that flared six or seven feet above his head. Shortly after enormous, fiery aurea appeared and covered Atlas' hands and feet that were of a bluish hue. The God of Destruction roared and more flames appeared on his shoulders and arced from the sides of the end of his tail. Spyro looked hard at his opponent…the flames were so hot that a heat wave was emanating from Atlas' body. Even then, Spyro was undeterred; the God of Creation dug his sword into the ground and shortly after a deep blue magick glyph appeared under him.
"Spirit Merge! Lanyrua!" Spyro called. Spyro's body was wrapped in blue ether and when it faded, the marks on his body changed into a cool blue color. His hair began flowing calmly down his back and a ball of water appeared in front of him and transformed into the Dragonian Spirit Guardian, Phyre's jewel encrusted trident. The glass ball on the end of his tail filled with water and a huge aura resembling Phyre's body erupted from the dragonian god's body.
Spyro pointed his trident at Atlas and the latter jumped forward with a savage roar, coming forward with a basic attack where he threw the flames in one of his hands toward Spyro. The flame stretched out and burned the ground severely as Spyro jumped; the God of Creation spun his trident in his hands and swung it forward, releasing a stream of water toward his opponent. Atlas clenched his fists as though he were clutching something and the flames transformed into a giant sword of a traditional red and orange hue. The God of Destruction swung the fabricated blade toward Spyro's attack and both forces met, being subsequently transformed into steam in short order. Spyro landed and cursed under his breath, but brought his trident up when Atlas came forward and tried to strike Spyro with both of his flame-covered fists, instead striking the God of Creation's trident with his now white and gray flames. The ether flux caused a small tremor on impact.
"Hey, back off! This belongs to a friend of mine!" Spyro said, referencing his trident.
"Like I give a damn! Gwoooarr!!" Atlas said.
Spyro shifted his gaze toward Atlas' feet and the God of Destruction was about to kick the trident away from the white dragon's grip, possibly scorching his hands in the process. Luckily, Spyro was two steps ahead and slightly but strongly swung the end of his trident toward Atlas, causing a small wave of water to push Atlas away. While the God of Destruction was staggering back, Spyro jumped forward and struck his opponent with a broad horizontal slash, following with a three hit combo of an upper slash, a banking slash, and another horizontal slash. Atlas slid back and looked at the blood that was seeping from his wounds.
"Dammit, why am I bleeding? I'm supposed to be a full god…" Atlas thought to himself. "What the hell game are you playing at?!"
"I'm not playing at any game!" Spyro said in his god voice, pointing his weapon at the God of Destruction to emphasize his point, "If you can't see how strong I am now, than that's your problem!"
At that point, Atlas' pupils became as sharp as short daggers as he jumped into the air, leaving a circle of flame in his wake. By now, the flames about Atlas' body had reversed color and became a deep black and red as he put his hands together; an enormous ball of flames and magma culminated in the God of Destruction's hands and he thrust his hellfire toward the God of Creation. The result was a diagonal pillar of fire that resulted in a sea of magma and more pillars of flame on contact that ripped out of the ground as though many volcanoes were erupting all at the same time. After ten or fifteen minutes, everything within a twenty yard radius of the God of Destruction was transformed into a fiery hell and the dark deity smirked at what he had done.
"No one…not even a GOD can survive that…" Atlas growled.
"That's what you think…" Spyro said.
Atlas' pupils shrunk even more as he looked in the very center of the fiery wasteland; Spyro was floating just above the sea of magma, with his trident held vertically and a huge bubble surrounding him. The God of Creation looked at the rage that had been demonstrated by the dark anima and he gave an angry gaze to his crimson counterpart.
"I know that power. I used it when Spyrol had taken over my body and I could call upon the Shinigami…" Spyro said.
"Hmph, yes…like I told you, those fools who tried to take my powers only insisted in reviving my dark magick. In a nutshell, what killed them made me stronger!" Atlas roared.
"You are truly an abomination…"
After that statement, Spyro raised his hand and Atlas found that he was gradually being surrounded by enormous ice crystals. Before he could react, Spyro had made the slightest movement with his hand and the ice converged on Atlas…effectively freezing him in midair. While the God of Destruction was distracted, Spyro rose his trident and gathered his ether into his weapon, swinging it continuously. This action caused the magma resulting from Atlas' rage to begin to disappear; after five minutes, the fiery hell was gone and Spyro was quite confused; why did his powers work this time? The God of Creation didn't have the opportunity to ponder this however, as he started to feel shockwaves of dark energy slowly making their way from the ice crystal. In no time, black ethereal wings broke through the ice and Atlas soon followed, except the flames on his body were gone.
In their place were six lances that surrounded the God of Destruction; half were white and half were black. The white lances had spearheads with a small hole in their center and with small angle wings coming from the ends. They also had thin blue lines running up the poles that seemed to have light in them. The black lances had dragon heads to serve as the spearheads and slim tails stretching out from the ends between two devil wings. These lances had red lines running up the poles that seemed to have blood inside of them. Atlas gave Spyro a cruel smile as his dark aura started to turn the air around him poisonous.
"Isn't that the same as your wind Shinigami Ryoku?" Spyro said. Atlas shook his head.
"My wind Ryoku is actually a bow and arrow…like I told you, Evolution!" Atlas said.
"Evolution, huh…?"
Spyro gently placed his sword in the now solidified magma and placed his hands together. Instantly, white and blue wings burst out of his back and he was covered by a large crystal; what emerged from the crystal was a magnificent sight. The dragon before Atlas was golden in color and shined brilliant like the sun itself. His eyes were a cool sapphire color along with his behemoth-like hair and his chest and belly scales. His long, jagged horns were a transparent ruby color. The crystalline wings that protruded from his back were amethyst in color and dissolved into an emerald hue as they reached their tips. His long and powerful tail had fins on each side at the mid-section and at its end were six colored gems of ruby, sapphire, topaz, emerald, amethyst, and lucid. Many markings and designs ripped through his body as they became apparent and many sharp ends came off of his shoulders and thighs that ended in a transparent sapphire color. The mark of the Gods appeared on his head and he gripped his sword once more, which had transformed into to the true Bakunetsura.
"So…it seems you've recovered your sword…" Atlas growled, somewhat apprehensive.
"What's wrong, Atlas? Could you have sworn that this would be an easy victory for you?" Spyro said.
"It'll still be easy!! Come!!"
Once again, the two dragon gods charged at one another, except that Atlas made the first move. The God of Destruction made some gestures with his hands and his lances grew in size and directed themselves at the opposite dragon god. The result was six enormous beams of dark and light energy that fired continuously for three rounds; Spyro gritted his fangs, but retained his confidence. The God of Creation stepped forward, moving continuously to avoid being spearheaded by the assault. As he came close to Atlas, he found that the God of Destruction had already started coming for him. Atlas thrust his three dark lances into the ground and three shadows of small, demonic Yokkureian dragons appeared out of the ground and rushed toward Spyro; the golden dragon readied his blade. Spyro guarded against the first one that came at him, but was raked and bitten by the two others that came from the sides.
The God of Creation recovered easily and swung his sword at Atlas, causing a rush of Adamant to rip through the ground toward the crimson dragon. Atlas jumped to the side, but that was exactly was Spyro wanted. The Golden dragon rushed at his opponent with an orb of light energy in his right hand.
"Adamantine Rhetsen!!" Spyro called.
The golden dragon thrust the orb of light energy into Atlas' chest and it shredded him as it created an energy field of pure holy energy. Atlas was sent flying back and had to react very quickly in order to guard against Spyro's coming vertical attack; the resulting ether flux caused a tremor and a sizable crater. The two dragons were locked into that position…with Atlas floating slightly above the ground and Spyro on top of him.
"You have no truth, Atlas! I'll bet that you're only doing this because you think you have to!!" Spyro scolded.
"How dare you belittle my willpower, you little wretch! I'll make you regret those words!!" Atlas roared.
The God of Destruction sent his dark lances into the ground and made another motion with his hands, causing them to rise out of the ground dramatically increased in size. This tactic caught Spyro completely off guard and he was raked by the incoming weapons. Atlas took his chance seriously and took one of the dark lances out of the ground, while gripping two out of three light lances. The God of Destruction slashed Spyro repeatedly with his light lances in his hands, while the one that wasn't in his hand attacked Spyro on the dark deity's orders. Working quickly, Atlas stuck his light lances into the ground and forced his dark lances out of the ground as one of them covered his right arm and hand and the other hung in the air. Atlas grabbed Spyro with his dark arm and a corruptive energy flowed from it to Spyro's body, canceling the God of Creation's deity form.
The crimson dragon then threw his adversary into a nearby rock wall; the impact winded Spyro and he found that he couldn't move…the dark lance that was hanging the air had disappeared and transformed into a bind that kept Spyro attached to the wall via his neck. With an insane grin on his face, Atlas gripped the one enormous dark lance that he still held and hurled it at Spyro…the God of Creation could do nothing to stop it. As the hostile object approached its target, many images flashed through the dragon god's mind and through it all he heard a voice…it was a familiar voice that seemed like it had been gone forever…
"I'm sorry, Spyro."
The black lance pierced through most of Spyro's chest as red lightening erupted from the dragonian god's fatal wound. Spyro looked across toward Atlas as he was released from the wall and was falling to the ground…the God of Destruction had a strange look about his face that wasn't happiness or insanity, but surprise. The white dragon's vision slowly started to fade and he uttered an illegible sentence before he hit the ground and lay there. Atlas was breathing heavily with his arm still out, his pupils shifting sizes as he breathed. The crimson dragon sank to his knees and threw his face in his hands as he wiped the sweat from his face. After a few seconds, Atlas walked up to his former opponent's body; he was put off by Spyro's bloody wound but kicked his body to make sure he was dead.
"Yes…I've won…he's dead…the God of Creation…is dead…" Atlas said.
Ignoring his own words from more than a month ago, Atlas let the feeling of victory take him as he knelt down toward Spyro's body. He clenched his fist and it became covered in a red mist as he slowly stuck it into the wound, seemingly searching for something. Finally he found it; it was a brilliant glass orb with golden rings around it. There was a small blue flame inside of it along with many stars and a small amount of water. Atlas rolled his prize around in his hand before smiling.
"Finally…finally, I will be able to save my world…and watch this one die…ha, ha, ha…" Atlas started.
The crimson dragon reached down and grabbed Adamatinacor and slipped it behind his back, not minding the slight shock it gave. He let an evil chuckle escape from his nostrils, which grew into a slight mischievous laugh, which then grew into a demonic cackle. The crimson dragon's demonic laughter filled the valleys of the Artisan Home, stretched to the canyons of the Peace keepers', than to the mountains of the Magic Crafters', than to the deep swamps of the Beast Makers', and finally to the highlands of the Dream Weavers'. Atlas had finally won and got what he wanted and there was nothing that could stop him…destruction would reign over the Dragon Realms and life would come back to the Yokkureian Realm…
However, something wasn't right at all…somewhere, someone was laughing harder than Atlas and he didn't and wouldn't know it…
End Chapter Fifteen…End Book I, The Chaos God…next chapter, Yokkurei…
ValkierieDjermegandre: I like Atlas, I really do, but that didn't decide the outcome of the battle. Anyway, that's book I…what do you think?