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 XXXI: Darkness II

A vibrant, blood red color was prevalent in another space. Honeycomb designs surrounded him and the Chains of Chaos raved around and glinted with evil energy. Atlas sat in the middle of the space, presumably awake but unable to open his eyes. Ryoshin appeared behind Atlas, hovering over the dragon with an omnipotent air around him. He was not covered by his cloak, so his muscular body and stature could be fully seen. His body was completely covered in Devil's Script and otherworldly markings, and there were also spots of blood on his bright red scales. His eyes showed to be bottemless black with his gleaming red pupils and he had a tribal tattoo of a dragon head on his chest. He knelt down and placed his hands over Atlas' body, with his Chains of Chaos stretching from his fingers...threatening to tear Atlas to pieces.

"Listen very carefully to me, Atlas...I am going to ask you a few questions that will hopefully temper your inner evil..." Ryoshin growled.

"Inner...evil...?" Atlas whispered. He spoke as if he were talking in his sleep.

"Yes...but you must answer very carefully..." Ryoshin hissed, "You must speak from the Devil within you...not from that shell of 'goodness' that your contact with the God of Creation made you into. If you fail this final rite, not only will you not regain your powers...but I will pull on these chains and you will be torn into a mess of bloody chunks. Do you have any final regrets?"

"No...I don't regret anything that I have done..."

"Good. Let us begin. First question...when you see peace, what emotion rages within your soul?"

"When I see peace...I immediately feel the instinct to shatter that peace. Peace...makes me sick..."

"I see. Second question...what do you use your powers for?"

"I use my powers...for my own preservation. I also use them to destroy and to kill..."

"Interesting. Third question...are you saddened by death?"

"No. I am a God of Death and Destruction. Death gives me pleasure and power...as do the cries of the innocent..."

"Hmm. Fourth question...if you wander into a peaceful village and find that no one believes in the powers of the Dark God, what do you do?"

"I raze it. Destruction has every right to exist, just as Creation does...only Destruction is a much more powerful force. All should know the fear that is sorrow and chaos..."

"Is that what you believe? Fifth question...what is your greatest desire in concerns to your relationship with the God of Creation?"

"My greatest desire is to be stronger than the God of Creation. I do not wish to kill him...for it would upset the balance..."

"Hmph. Sixth question...what do you wish of your powers?"

"I wish to be able to tear down whole mountain ranges. I wish to be able to shatter the very heavens...and shake the very earth. I wish to be able to erupt volcanoes with but a roar...and to make the waves crash over land in tsunamis. I wish to invoke...pure chaos..."

"Really...? Seventh and final question...months ago, you said that you hated the Supreme Judge. You blamed him and the Pure Dragons for stealing the land that rightfully belonged to the Yokkureians. You have since lost that aggression...or have you? This is your final question: if faced with the opportunity, would you kill the Supreme Judge?"

"...No. I do not desire to kill the Supreme Judge. There is no more a point in killing him. I do not respect him or revere him in any way...but I do not have any designs on his life. Using the life force of another would not restore my world anyway...I do not wish to fall victim to any tricks once again."

"Hmph...interesting answer. Well then...let us tally your results..."

Ryoshin quieted himself and thought about Atlas' answers to his questions. The God of Destruction gave some fairly sadistic answers...but those were mixed with answers of nobility and mercy. Those last two qualities generally weren't traits of a proper God of Destruction, but he could see all of Atlas' points and they were precise ones. Nonetheless he had to evaluate the dragon properly, so he looked at Atlas...and Ryoshin's eyes snapped open, as he pulled on the Chains of Chaos. Every chain that was in the chaotic space stopped suddenly and ran toward Atlas; they threatened to tear the God of Destruction into many pieces. They reached within two inches of Atlas' body...and then they stopped. Ryoshin was surprised and tried to tug on them harder, but they would not move.

"...So, he passes, I'm to assume?" Ryoshin said. The greater Yokkurei shattered the Chains of Chaos and the background shattered as well...letting both dragon be engulfed by darkness...

Atlas awoke and he stood shocked. He was once again standing in the cavernous chamber that he stood in before he touched the sword, except he was somewhat shaken. He looked around intently and somewhat panicked.

"Is there a problem? You passed my final rite...you can pick up the sword now...my sword..." Ryoshin said, from behind Atlas; he wore his cloak once again.

The God of Destruction gave Ryoshin a look, but walked toward the sword once again. This time, he wasn't self-conscious at all; he placed his hands right on the handle and started pulling. As soon as he did, a savage energy started to reject Atlas; the God of Destruction would have none of this however, as he kept his grip tightly on the handle and continued to pull with all his might. As the sword started to give and release from the platform, the energy began to shred across Atlas' body, zapping off pieces as if the body was a fabrication made of plastic; the result was that his current form shattered like glass and was left with his true, child dragon form that was first introduced to Spyro. The Yokkurei was surprised but found that his resolve hadn't waned, as he kept his hands locked on the sword and kept pulling.

The young dragon roared and screamed as he worked to rip the sword from its resting place. Through all of this rage, it was evident that his powers as the God of Destruction were returning slowly; during most of his fits of rage, his roaring banged and echoed off the walls of the room, shaking it and cracking the walls with each sound wave. Atlas ground his fangs and his four longest front fangs were never more apparent. He was sweating profusely and the veins in his hands could be seen as he put more stress on them. The young Yokkurei started to roar more savagely as he felt more pain in his hands; he took a moment to look at them and found that they were bleeding from him gripping the sword handle so hard. Atlas was undeterred however, and he made one, powerful pull in an attempt to move the sword more...a loud scream than echoed from the room and through the depths of both the underworld and the temple, followed by a powerful evil shockwave: he had removed Ryoshin's sword from its platform.

All across the Temple of the Edge, the walls were aglow with blood red lines of energy and the display distracted Spyro and Yokurious from their apparent discussion. In the chamber of the hellish blade, Atlas was holding Ryoshin's sword in his right hand. After he recovered from the aura that filled the room, he finally noticed that his body had changed. It was of the same stature as his former God form except for some very distinct differences. The giant horns that once sprouted from the sides of his head were gone and replaced by two jet black horns that arched from his cheeks and curved a small bit past his nose. Two bone-like horns came out of his forehead and curved up and a single bone horn tore from the center of his forehead and its tip was a color similar to that of dried blood. His branch-like Yokkureian horns remained and his hair was still long, spiky, and of a silverish color. His pupils were still green, except they seemed to glow around their black, serpent thin iris.

He wore the golden necklace that was worn by the dragon in his dreams and the center gold section sported an enormous red gem. He had two small shoulder pads which sprouted short bones that curved up. Two long bones that resembled horns curved from his left shoulder and he wore a gauntlet on his right hand that also had bones curving from it that aligned themselves with his arm and the gauntlet was adorned with a crimson gem. The bone glove also had horns that curved toward his hand and his claws shined like Orichalcum. He now bore the same tattoo that Ryoshin had and the Devil's Script ran rampant across his body, turning into a tribal moon on his left hand. Small horns came out of the diameter of his knee and his talons had grown a small bit. His tail was as long as it usually was except it started to turn black near its end and its end was a crystal cluster that was bigger than the orb on Spyro's tail; just as a small flower grew in Spyro's orb, a small black dragon skull was floating in Atlas' crystal cluster.

Dorsal plates ran down his spinal region; they were two inches in size and were slate in color, with evil energy visible inside of them. Small Orichalcum crystals grew out of his back near his shoulder blades and his Yokkureian wings sprouted from them; his wings were only three feet in terms of wingspan. Small horns also poked out of his back that seemed more like misplaced bones that were sharpened.

"Whoa...what happened to my body...?" Atlas growled. His God voice had returned and it resembled Ryoshin's voice except it wasn't as deep. "Is this my...what?!"

The Yokkureian God's surprise was directed at Ryoshin's sword; it had completely transformed from the form in which in he found it. The handle had grown to at least two feet and the white cloth had vanished, leaving Atlas to grasp the solid Orichalcum structure. The end of the sword was topped off by a large red crystal and there was no guard above the handle; instead, there was a wealth of curved crystals of a deep gold color that were hazy and lacked translucency. There was a green gem placed in the center of all of the curved crystals and they arched toward the blade above the center point and toward the handle below the center point. The blade itself stretched from two small crystals that held it in place and was at seven to eight feet in length. It was one centimeter thick and a line ran up the Orichalcum blade; demon and dragon blood alike ran through this line and because of the material, the sword's blade was a dark golden color and lacked translucency, conversely to Spyro's sword blade. Small writings of Devil's Script could be seen along the blood line of the blade. Atlas gripped his new sword and swung it as it gave off an evil aura; the whole room trembled with its and Atlas' roar and a demonic smirk crept across his maw.

"Congratulations, Atlas Twilight...you now hold the most powerful of demonic weapons. My old weapon that was used to...almost bring all worlds to their knees. The sword of the Devil, Yamaraj Vajrah...you can just know it as Vajrah..." Ryoshin said.

"Vajrah...yes, I can feel its energy coursing through my veins...it's like a millennium's worth of evil thoughts all at once." Atlas growled.

"Though, you can't just run out and start tearing down mountains right away...I have to train you to use this sword and use it correctly. The first lesson is how to sheath Vajrah..."

"Sheath? It didn't come with a sword sheath. How am I supposed to put it away?"

"I was going to tell you that. Do you see that skeletal gauntlet on your right hand? That is called 'Deimos' and it is where you store Vajrah...it also has other functions that I'll get to later. For now, touch Deimos with Vajrah's blade..."

"Okay..." Atlas did as he was told and when he did, Vajrah melted into a mess of blood that disappeared into Deimos. The God of Destruction's deity form also vanished and he was left in his smaller form; the only evidence of his trials and tribulations was Deimos, which remained on his right hand as nothing more than a red gem and a crest. "Interesting..."

"Yes...very. Now let's get out of here; I'll teach you everything you need to know about Vajrah when we return to the surface. Even I have had enough of Hell for now..."

"So...what do I owe you for all your help?"

"...Hmph, scum. You don't owe me anything; the entertainment from your suffering was payment enough..."

"Heh, sure..." Atlas knew that Ryoshin was lying to save face, but he didn't let him know that. Atlas checked the room for anything that he may have missed...and he stared at the pieces of what used to be his body. "You ruled me long enough...now it's time I wrote my own chapter in the Grimoire..."

Atlas closed his eyes and walked out of the room, beholding the bright light that presented itself to him...

Meanwhile on the other side of the door, Spyro was alone once again. Yokurious had most likely left after he told Spyro of Hinarious' plans to reshape the world in his vision. He also told Spyro of Hinarious' intentions of entering the realm called Nirvana...what was Nirvana? While he was trying to think about all of this, the God of Creation was astonished and startled by the demonic shockwave that rung through the temple; he was further surprised by the glowing red lines and designs that suddenly lit all across the temple. The white dragon picked up his sword and scratched his head about all of this...then he heard the sound of the enormous gates to the trials opening. Spyro prepared for a fight, but he lowered his sword when he saw the small red dragon walk out of the flames of Hell; to say the least, the white dragon was shocked.

"Atlas...what happened to your body?" Spyro said. Atlas walked up to him and they both confirmed that the Yokkurei was once again shorter than the Pure Dragon. "Further more, what did you go through? You're more bruised and battered than I've ever seen you!"

"Well..." Atlas started. His voice returned to its pleasant high pitch. "I don't want to go into too many of the details...but let's just say that it was pure Hell..."

"So...what's the story behind your powers?"

"To say the least...I'm back. And I think that I'll be more powerful than I've ever been...I just have to be more careful this time."

"More...powerful? Wow...Yokurious was right..."

"Spyro...you don't know how much I owe you..."

"Bah! You don't owe me anything! We're friends, aren't we? More than that...we're Creation and Destruction; we're going to be the ones to banish Hinarious and make sure that he burns forever..."

Atlas nodded and shook Spyro's outstretched hand. The God of Creation looked at the crest on Atlas' right hand and gave him a big smile, which Atlas returned. The two dragon Gods walked out of the temple with their heads held high...they had beaten Hinarious' curse and had sworn to send him to the last frontier...but would Atlas be able to grasp this evil that was a part of him now, or would it swallow him whole again?

End Chapter Thirty One...next chapter, Desire...