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 III: Dawn of Eternity
Chapter XXX: Darkness
Meanwhile, outside of the door, Spyro sat in the temple with his sword blade buried firmly into the ground. He was resting on the hilt that stuck out of the ground with both hands on the end of the blue gem at the end of the handle. The God of Creation had his eyes closed and looked like he was sleeping...but he made a slight movement of tightening his grip on his sword when he heard the door to the temple creak open. Spyro then heard smooth footsteps approaching along with talons hitting the floor; he figured it was probably a dragon. Was it Hinarious? Or perhaps another Sage Dragon? Spyro stayed stone still as he noticed the footsteps had stopped. The God of Creation opened his right eye slightly and gazed beyond his sword; he was able to point out the white and blue robes so he knew who it was.
"...Master Spyro..." Yokurious said quietly.
"...Yokurious...how are you still alive? I could have sworn that Atlas blasted you into tomorrow..." Spyro growled. He had his hand on his sword in a battle ready fashion.
"Yes...I guess I somehow escaped my ultimate fate...however, I still bare the scars from that mistake..."
"Mistake? What are you talking about?"
"...Hinarious...he is no Sage Dragon. In fact, he has stomped on everything that we once stood for..."
"Wait..." Spyro rose from his position and looked at Yokurious, "What do you mean by that?"
"Exactly what I said. Hinarious is no Sage Dragon; he is a dark and evil creature that somehow sneaked himself into our ranks. He took over the others...even my sister, Laxeius..."
"So I'm supposed to believe that you were never under his control, considering everything you've done?!"
"I had a reason. I had to play along with his little game to ensure his trust in me. I never planned to hurt you or Atlas; in fact, I knew he was the God of Destruction from the get go. I knew that Hinarious would sabotage Atlas' Godhood."
"Wait; if you knew that would happen and if you are on our side, than why the hell didn't you try to prevent it?!"
"I started to...but then I thought about the course of events that had taken place. If I had stopped Hinarious from cursing Atlas, than the God of Destruction would still have his old powers and you wouldn't be here now. I didn't stop him because I knew that the course of events would eventually lead you here...and that would also lead to the God of Destruction becoming more powerful, and more in tune to the true Devil in him."
"Wait...you knew?"
"Through this, Atlas will discover that he needs to feel comfortable with the true nature of the Devil within him; he will discover that he need not fear the evil that is he. Of course, the amount of power that he will gain may or may not be too much for him because of his contact with you..."
"Okay...but what about the whole thing with putting us in prison?!"
"If I hadn't restrained you and caused you to momentarily lose your powers, you would have never realized that you needed to train and increase your power."
"We were almost executed!"
"You were never in any real danger."
"Yeah, because Rhatara arrived!"
"You think that was by chance? When I learned of the immediate date of your execution, I contacted Rhatara by means of Agni carrying a message. I used to be a part of the A.X.I.S. Of course, I never predicted that Atlas would bite my arm off...but you can't see everything..."
"Wow...so you...you're..."
"Yes. I'm no ally of Hinarious'. And I have come to warn you of some chilling details of Hinarious' ultimate goal..."
Back in Hell, Atlas was running around the arena as fast as he could. Needles of darkness were raining down and threatening to impale the God of Destruction, all thanks to the great demon Faust. The armored devil than grew tired of Atlas' running and lifted its front two feet; the beast than slammed them into the ground, causing a quake that knocked Atlas to the floor. Faust then drew back somewhat and released a black twister from its lower head; Atlas noticed the attack and got to his feet as fast as he could, dodging the assault at the last moment and taking a minor rake from the twister. The God of Destruction instinctively reached for any sword that he could have carried, but found that he had no weapon.
"What?! What happened to my--" Atlas started.
"Remember during the Trial of Courage when you were falling into the magma and you actually touched it? You may have dropped it back there..." Ryoshin growled.
"Sigh, awesome..."
"It doesn't matter anyway; if you hadn't noticed, Faust is covered in armor..."
"Than how am I supposed to bite it hard enough to drink its blood?!"
Ryoshin was about to answer with a cynical comment, but Atlas had to jump in order to avoid the jaws of Faust's top maw. The great demon smashed its head into the ground and Atlas decided to take a run down its back, minding the razor sharp ridges that lined Faust's spinal region. The red dragon jumped off of the beast's tail and quickly moved to the side, dodging the overwhelming weight of Faust's tail as it whipped up and came down in an attempt to crush the Yokkurei. Atlas rose to his feet, wiping sweat from his brow, and started breathing heavily; Faust stomped its four feet around until it set its crimson eyes on Atlas.
"Ugh...it's too big and I have no power. How am I supposed to do this...?" Atlas growled.
Atlas tried to slow down and think but he was soon on the move again, as he was dodging another assault from Faust. The great demon was firing dark lightening from the four horns on its top head; Atlas found it hard to dodge this attack and was getting raked by the supernatural energy. Finally, the Yokkurei was tired of running and made a bold move; he ran straight for the dark beast. A cruel smile creased both of Faust's maws as it watched Atlas approach. When he was close enough, Atlas leaped toward the armored beast's chest; Faust jumped back, surprising Atlas a little, and it drew a blade from the armor sleeve on its right arm. The great demon thrust forward and sliced diagonally, opening a large wound across Atlas' body; Faust then whirled around and sent the Yokkurei into one of the many bones that were thrusting out of the ground with his tail.
The bone actually cracked upon Atlas' contact with it and he promptly crashed to the ground. Despite the stabbing pain that was running through his body, Atlas forced himself to his feet and stared at the demon that was slowly lumbering its way toward the red dragon. Faust smirked with both of its heads and its lower head started to prepare what could possibly be a breath attack or some other savage attack. The top body spread its one wing and that wing started to give off evil energy...Atlas could see an attack of unprecedented magnitude approaching. The God of Destruction clenched his fists about having no options...or did he? As always, it was a risky move but there was only one way to avoid death at this point...the Yokerra Rajenken.
"I know what you're thinking and quite frankly, I advise against it. What makes you think that you could deflect the energy of a demon of this magnitude?" Ryoshin said.
"Heh...'cause I'm the God of Destruction...and what I say works, will work!!" Atlas roared.
Atlas discarded anything that Ryoshin would have tried to tell him from that point and got down on all fours. As his thoughts dispersed from his head, Atlas felt a strange sensation washing over his very soul. The God of Destruction soon felt a sickly feeling coming over him and the skin on his back started to bubble and bulge. In no time, the unpredictable happened; ethereal wings ripped out of his back along with Ryoshin's crystals, once again becoming more jagged and larger in size, also once again spraying blood everywhere. The Yokkurei fanned his wings, spraying his stray blood and looked at his hands; they pulsed with dark energy along with his bulging muscles and Devil's Script. This time, however, it was different; Atlas found that he was in complete control of his body.
"How...how did you...?!" Ryoshin tried to say. He was both shocked and appalled.
Atlas said nothing and braced himself for the incoming attack from Faust. The great demon fired off a double volley of black orbs from its top body and an enormous beam of energy from its lower body. The God of Destruction drew in a great amount of air and released it in the form of a giant rush of emerald green flames that burned through the dark energy. Faust was utterly surprised at this show of power and was struck by Atlas' attack; granted, it was only moved back a small bit. The God of Destruction charged forward on all fours and stuck his darkened claws in the ground, causing many dark swords to rise from the hellish earth. The great demon couldn't move fast enough and was impaled by all six blades, drawing no blood however.
Faust was angered by the annoyance that Atlas was causing and crossed its arms. The bones on the monster's back extended and shot out toward Atlas, running through the ground and snaking toward the Yokkurei. In response, Atlas bent down on one knee and the crystals on the right side of his spine extended and embedded into the ground; the crystals created a makeshift shield that completely absorbed the impact of Faust' attack. The Yokkurei than removed his crystals from the ground and pointed them in Faust's direction, forcing the crystalline growth to extend toward the great demon. The armored monster leaped into the air to dodge the crystals, but Atlas met him there with an impressive show of speed. The Yokkurei moved quickly and grabbed Faust's tail, letting his muscles take over him and allowing the dragon to swing Faust around in the air, finally throwing it into the ground with a resounding crash that leveled the entire arena.
Atlas touched down and his momentary burst of power vanished, along with his ethereal wings and crystals. The red dragon held his head and noted the gross pain in his back, but he let all of that pass as he looked at Faust. The great demon was on the ground and would not move, giving Atlas his chance. He didn't know how he would take it, considering all of the armor on the great demon, but then he looked harder; Atlas finally saw a blind spot in Faust's armor-its neck. The Yokkurei rubbed his neck about all of this, but then he shook his head and started to walk along the body of the armored monster. He soon arrived at the neck and stared down at the visible spot of white flesh...every fiber of sense in Atlas' body was telling him to back away and save his appetite. Still, he bore his fangs and touched them to make sure they were sharp; they didn't puncture his own finger.
The red dragon looked around and picked up a piece of Faust's shattered armor, grinding it against his fangs to sharpen them. With his fangs sharpened, Atlas looked at the spot of white flesh again; he bent down and wore a look of pure disgust, but still he opened his mouth and bore his Yokkureian fangs. Before Atlas could have second thoughts, he forced his head down and his fangs through Faust's neck; the demon gave off a harsh cry as Atlas started taking huge sips of blood from the great demon's neck. He kept his eyes closed for the whole ordeal until Faust let out an especially shrill cry that sent a signal to the door on the other side of the room, causing it to open and reveal the ruby red skull. Hearing the sound of the door open, Atlas immediately removed his fangs from the great demon's neck and let them hang out; they dripped of fresh demon blood.
"Ugh...my life...no problem..." Atlas sarcastically said.
He licked the rest of Faust's blood from his fangs and jumped off of the body of the great demon, wiping his mouth and holding his stomach as he walked to the door. The God of Destruction wasted no time in placing his hand on the blood red dragon skull and it gave off a harsh light, sending an equally harsh pain through Atlas' heart. The pain stuck around for a much longer time and when it was over, a shining light passed to his body and a gash ran down the skull, causing the door to open and reveal the final staircase in Hell. Atlas nodded and walked through, allowing himself to be engulfed by the darkness beyond the door...
While Atlas was descending the stairs, he noticed that the temperature had made a radical turn. The temperature had dropped to just below freezing and ice was starting to cover the stairs. The red dragon was really shocked when he reached the end of the stairs and found that this entire level was coated in ice. There was no breeze blowing and a distinct loneliness flitted through the air...there were no demons on this level and a frozen waterfall that looked more like frozen blood. Disturbed as he was, Atlas strode forward; he wouldn't let anything turn him around at this point. He walked through frozen, temple-like hallways that had columns as white as the ice and shattered statues. Finally, the God of Destruction reached the final room; conversely to the rest of the level, the room was made up of deep red rock and an open section with five rock columns that made it resemble a mouth. The familiar setting of the King of Destruction's lair that Atlas witnessed in his dreams was visible beyond.
In the very center of the room, there was a raised, circular section of the floor; embedded in this circular section was a sword. It was a basic blade, but it was jet black all across and in every section. The guard was shaped like a pentagram and was black in color; the handle was covered in a white cloth that extended from the end of the handle. The blade was also jet black with red notches in it and there was also a deep red line running from the guard through the middle of the blade. Atlas walked up to the sword and looked at it; he was slightly angered and wore a nasty scowl.
"This is it?! This is what I suffered for?! A tiny little katana that looks like I could smash it with just my foot?!" Atlas roared. His yelling bounced off the walls and echoed through the depths of the underworld.
"Looks can be deceiving, scum. Touch the sword..." Ryoshin said.
Atlas shrugged and did as he was told; as soon as his hands touched the handle, an immense demonic aura rung out from the sword and nearly knocked Atlas away. Suddenly, the Yokkurei could hear many screams and roars of what he presumed to be demons and suffering dragons. An evil wind stirred around him and he soon found himself standing in front of the throne that his dreams knew so well. The Grimoire of the Sealed Heavens was sitting in the lap of the red dragon that Atlas saw in his dreams and His eyes were still shut tightly...what was more was that He was fading somewhat and seemed to be taking on a different form. The black feather tipped quill pen appeared above the book, giving off its evil energy, and Atlas stood once more in front of it as the dark message rung through his head again.
"One is chosen to inherit thy land and the dark powers within. Dost thee know His name?"
Atlas reached his hand toward the quill pen, but then he drew back; he was hesitant. Then he growled to himself and snatched the quill out of the air, going to write in the book. However, he found that no ink came out...then he spotted the bladed tip. The dragon raked the pen across his palm and drew his own blood, then started to write in the book...
"His name is Atlas Twilight."
After Atlas wrote his name, Ryoshin appeared from his descendent's shadow and outstretched his fingers; thick red chains stretched from each of his fingers and started to wrap around Atlas. The latter tried to move and struggle but found that his body was starting to be subdued and his movement was stopped as his eyes shut tightly...
End Chapter Thirty...next chapter, Darkness II...