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 XXXII: Desire

Meanwhile in the black room where the Sage Dragons last met, Hinarious sat at the long round table. He was alone and had a stale look about his face, most likely directed at the image that he was looking at in his glass dragon eye. The image depicted Atlas in his full God form, clutching Vajrah in his right, gauntlet covered hand and a dense demonic aura around his left hand. The image than transformed into an image of the red dragon in his smaller form, with a cocky look about his face. Hinarious was definitely not amused; he tapped his fingers on the table in an irritated manner and then he finally gave out a loud cry of rage as he jumped up from his chair, letting it fall to the ground.

"Damn that insolent cur..." Hinarious growled. His otherworldly aura was starting to show "How dare he break my curse...how did he manage to...of course..."

"I don't see why you're trying so hard...you can't defeat Atlas or Spyro..." came the voice of Terra.

The silver wolf sat at a small table in the corner of the room with a bored look about his face. Hinarious eyed him with a harsh glare and started to stalk toward Terra, but the young bishōn didn't change his expression at all.

"Hmph...You'd best watch your tongue, little pest; you wouldn't want to fall victim to an early death..."

"You don't scare me. You can't kill me anyways...you need me for your crazy little plan..."

"Hmm...It is quite interesting how you can keep that expressionless look about your face. After all, you don't have those headphones anymore..."

"Call it a personality defect on my part..."

"Hah. If you had stayed with me, that would have been the only defect in my new world...a world of perfection and new order..."

"What kind of order would you hope to establish in a new world? My big brother already did a good job of attaining order in this world. When is the last time that you heard about a war? Not since He became Supreme Judge."

"Mmm, mmm, mmm...silly little Terra. That lazy brother of yours hasn't established any kind of order in this world; dragons just don't want to defy him because they think they're afraid of him...but that fear is slowly waning, which is the problem."

"My brother doesn't wish to rule with fear--"

"Your brother is a fool!!"

"So you think..."

"Don't force yourself to believe everything that you see. Against what others might say, the Supreme Judge is not the most powerful being in the universe..."

"What?!"

"Ah, that caught your attention, didn't it? Yes, the Supreme Judge is the highest in concerns to celestial standings; first, it would be Clergymen...or dragons, then Holy Knights, Envoys, Angels, the Dragonian Spirit Guardians, our favorites would be Gods, and then the Supreme Judge. But against what most dragons think, the Supreme Judge is not the most powerful being to ever exist. That sword is the critical oversight that everyone makes..."

"What about the sword?"

"Djermegandre's sword, the Zodiac Brave, acts as a channel for the immense powers that have been given to him. If you shatter the sword or if it remains out of his reach for an extended period of time, his powers have no channel. If his powers have no channel...they effectively force themselves back onto his body, thus potentially leading to the Supreme Judge destroying himself with any false move. Djermegandre may have a wealth of power and authority, that which he doesn't use, but he has one critical weakness that could ruin him."

"So...who would qualify as the most powerful being?"

"You're lucky that I love to talk. The most powerful being isn't measured by his ability to tear down whole mountains or shake the very planet with the lightest of steps...well, those things are a factor, but the most powerful being is also measured by how easily a weakness can be exploited. If a being, be them God or anything else, has a critical weakness that can't be so easily exploited than they are essentially the most powerful and unstoppable being to ever exist. That is why that title used to belong to the nameless dragon that almost destroyed all worlds – Ryoshin."

"Used to belong to him?"

"Yes. But as we know, Ryoshin has been killed, putting that title up for grabs despite the fact that he lingers around his direct blood descendant...Atlas. Essentially, the God of Destruction may well be the most powerful being in the universe...but he may share the same weakness as the Supreme Judge."

"How could that be possible?"

"Yes...how indeed. Because of Ryoshin's death, Vajrah may act in the same way as the Zodiac Brave. It can be a channel for the rivers of raw power that Ryoshin has granted Atlas, especially now that Atlas knows Ryoshin's name."

"Yeah, but what significance could that hold?"

"Like many swords of its kind, Vajrah's power can increase exponentially if the user both has an evil soul and if the user knows the swords name. It gained this property through Ryoshin's death. You see, when Ryoshin was killed on that fateful day, he was able to imprison his own soul into his sword, thus giving it this unique and complex property. He was able to do this because he was not born like normal dragons. When he was still being born, his egg was damaged while it was being laid. It didn't hatch on its scheduled date, so a forced hatching was induced. A fluid similar to that used to make Shinigami was used to hatch Ryoshin, so he became half Yokkureian, half Shinigami.

"You wouldn't expect me to know this much about a sword that hasn't been used for centuries, but I do. And now that it is in Atlas' hands, there's no telling if he'll become the most powerful being. Sure. I exposed a critical weakness of his before, but he is a much different force now, having been transformed by his true Godhood...I never expected interference from a self-centered bastard like Ryoshin..."

"Interference can come in some strange ways..."

"Yes...but let me tell you and all those who think that I can't do anything about this. Hinarious is real. I do exist. And I will be the one to hunt down all those who stand in my way and I will eliminate them!! I am...!"

"Justice...and Judgement..." Ryoshin said, as Atlas looked at the gem on Deimos, back in the Magic Crafter's Realm. "That was the whole nature of my powers when I was still alive...and it is the nature of your powers."

"Right...because these are essentially your powers..."

"Yes. Know that I didn't pass them on because I felt sorry for you about losing your powers; I passed them on to you because..."

"Yeah, yeah, because I was 'worthy'. You really have absolutely no respect for me at all?"

"Hmph. Even if I did, what would it matter? I'm nothing more than a lingering spirit."

"Yeah, but you're still able to talk to me, so it would mean something."

Ryoshin went silent for a moment and this gave Atlas the cue to stop talking as well. It was about midnight in the Magic Crafter's realm; considering that the trip back to this area was no shorter than the trip to get to the temple, Spyro crashed to sleep as soon as he was able to make contact with a bed. Atlas, however, was a different case; for some reason, he couldn't bring himself to fall asleep...not even nod off. Something was bugging him, but he didn't know what it was...he knew for a fact that it wasn't the crest that now made itself present on the red dragon's hand. He looked back at Ryoshin and raised an eyebrow.

"I can understand the judgment part...that's Twilight's favorite word, but what's the justice part?" Atlas asked.

"Probably you...the part that actually has the ability to care. Or maybe it's the part of both of you that wants to kick seven kinds of slag out of Hinarious..." Ryoshin said.

"An irrelevant question, probably. You said you were going to teach me to use Vajrah. So when are we going to do that?"

"Well, considering that your enemies may be on their way to destroy you, it would probably be most convenient to start now...especially since everyone's asleep. This way, we can train in the most practical, and hands-on, kind of way. All we really need is a secluded area."

"Fair enough."

"Yes...let's go..."

Heeding his ancestor's words, Atlas jumped out of the bed he was laying on and prepared to leave the room. As he entered the hallway and turned toward the main doors, he stopped and turned toward the door across from him. It was ajar, so he pushed it slightly open and looked at Spyro lying in his bed. The God of Creation was clutching a huge blue pillow and was sound asleep, with a slight bit of drool trailing from his open mouth. Atlas smiled, laughing to himself, and closed the door, as he exited the temple with Ryoshin...

After traversing the fields and caverns of the Magic Crafter's Home, Atlas found himself walking through a sea blue cavern that opened up and let Atlas out into an expansive field with large blue boulders and rocky ground that was just as blue as the rocks that dotted the area. The red dragon looked around and was pleased; the area was perfect for training himself with potentially destructive abilities.

"Will this do?" Atlas asked, presumably directed at Ryoshin.

"Yes…" Ryoshin growled. He rose from the Grimoire and looked back at Atlas. "This will do nicely. Alright, let's get into this right now. The first lesson will be on actually summoning Vajrah. I'm certain that you've noticed the gem and crest on your right hand. As stated before, that is known as 'Deimos' and it is where Vajrah is stored. Drawing the sword is easy; hold your hand over it and call the sword."

"What, with words?"

"No, scum. Think harder before you speak."

Atlas muttered an offensive remark under his breath and placed his hand over Deimos. He then made a holding motion with the same hand and a demonic wind started to stir. After intensifying to resemble the force of a hurricane, Vajrah appeared from Deimos and as soon as Atlas took hold of it, his body transformed into his new God form. Atlas roared to signify his enthusiasm about the power that was raging through him, but then he remembered that Spyro and every other dragon were asleep. The God of Destruction gripped his sword and smirked as he glared at the demonic aura. He also noticed that Deimos had transformed into the skeletal gauntlet that it had first appeared in.

"All right…now for lesson two…" Ryoshin said, a small sense of pride making itself prevalent in his voice.

"Which is…?" Atlas asked.

"Drawing the power of the Shinigami to Vajrah itself. In effect, it's actually the same as when you didn't have this sword. The only difference is the amount of energy that is being used; with Vajrah you can use more powerful abilities without losing as much Chakra."

"All right…GRRAAAGH!!"

Atlas embedded Vajrah into the ground and the rocks around the impact point rung out. Atlas gave a savage roar and an event took place that he hadn't seen in a long time: his Shinigami Ryoku appeared around him a wild display of all the elements. Atlas smirked and gripped Yotoi of the Consuming Inferno, seeing as it was the easiest Ryoku to wield, and the sword transformed nothing more than a mess of flaming Chakra that raged around Atlas' hands and feet. With the edition of his newfound power, the flames had increased in size and had a much brighter glow to them, while still giving off an intense evil aura. The God of Destruction smirked; this was not only happiness that was taking over him. It was a feeling that he had not felt for what seemed like a millennia.

It was a feeling of intense want. A feeling that drove him to fight and kill…to destroy. A feeling that drove him to become the strongest being all would ever know, while at the same time being a feeling that drove him to find a way to save his world. It was a dark feeling…a feeling as black as the Devil's Script that ran rampant across his body. A feeling that fueled the flames that were raging fiercely across his Godly form.

It was…Desire.

End Chapter Thirty Two…next chapter, Resistance…