D&D #16

AN: ZoNe13 here! Long time, no see, guys. Get ready, final chapter is here! Let's go.

Warren and I were stunned that Enma-O was alive and kicking again. There was no way, because they would've needed a strong demon's soul for it...shit.

"Dad..." I mumbled. Tears streamed down my face, and a flood of anger washed over me almost immediately. I spread my black wings, my skin turned pitch-black, and I flew toward the giant judge of the dead. Just as I had reached him, though, a steel beam nailed me and sent me hurtling into the roof of my house. I got up, and Ef'Shal was hovering in front of me, her crimson-colored talons clicking with utter excitement.

"Son of Satan, you are too late. Our lord is resurrected, and there is nothing you can do except kneel at his feet." She said, in a strained voice.

"...No, there is something I can do." I replied defiantly, standing up to look into Ef'Shal's blood red eyes. "I can fight." I drew my sword, and attacked her, not caring about whether I died. She parried the moves I made, and countered quickly. My body was moving on its own, and I went faster and faster with my strikes. It seemed as though my mind just gave up thinking, because I couldn't even think anymore. Ef'Shal, on the other hand, was trying desperately to keep up with my movements, but she made a mistake and my sword cleaved her in half. She screeched in agony, knowing Death was waiting for her. I kneeled in sheer pain, but my mind had slipped into utter madness after the fight.

I looked up, an almost insane grin showing on my face along with soulless eyes, and I charged through a wall toward the figure of Enma-O with my sword in my right hand and the head of Ef'Shal in my left. As soon as I reached him, I flew up to his eyes, slashed him across the face, which disoriented him, and then started stabbing Enma-O's gut with a furious pace. Other demons came from out of nowhere, but they couldn't stop a person who literally had nothing to lose. Each time they tried, I used Ef'Shal's head, which trapped them in everlasting nightmares which would cause a fully grown human being to sleep with a nightlight.

Warren ran quickly toward the scene, and looked immediately terrified that I looked supremely out of my mind. But in my defense, I had good reason. I was fighting a monster that had eaten my father, and caused me to show the world what I really was.

"Jason...really looks like that...?" He murmured, fearing that my mind was lost in the void forever. He then charged at Enma-O with such fury that even the small time demons I was holding off were scared of him and ran for cover. Warren jumped into the air and began punching and kicking Enma-O, who had finally had enough and knocked both of us off of him. He then shrunk to our size and grinned evilly.

"So, a mortal with powers and the spawn of Satan dare to fight me? You might amuse me." Enma-O said, cracking his neck. He then tossed his club away and drew out a halberd known only as Apocalypse, then charged at us. I parried with my sword and began a long and arduous battle. Each strike was like a ton of force hitting us both. We neither gained or lost any ground. It was a clash of two demonic entities both wanting nothing more than complete dominance on Earth. Warren tried to step in, but I put up a barrier and blocked anyone from interfering.

Enma-O and I both knew we were evenly matched in terms of strength and demonic power, so we also knew that one wrong move could mean the difference between life and death for either of us. Unfortunately, I made the mistake. When I put up that barrier, I lost focus on the fight and Enma-O took advantage of it. He kicked me in the gut and just before I realized it, Enma-O stabbed me right in the gut, killing me instantly. Warren, who had tried breaking through the barrier, saw the incident and finally snapped. His fire had turned pitch-black, and his eyes glowed with severe hatred. He had made himself into a demon. He charged right into Enma-O, breaking his halberd, and gave the judge of the dead the fiercest beating of his life. Enma-O couldn't even defend himself from the new attacker, and couldn't even evade the blows he was receiving. In a matter of five minutes, Enma-O's body had given up, crumpled, and dispersed into nothingness. Warren then stopped, became even more angry, and yelled so loudly that every leftover demon cowered in fear.

9 Days Later

The entire school was in the gym, honoring the memory of the people that were killed during The Second Coming. Among them was my dad and I, along with other people. Everyone was wearing black suits, and some had even went so far as to dye their hair dirty blond to honor me. Warren had gone up on stage to say a few choice words about me and my dad, even though my dad had never known Warren, and placed a black-painted rose upon my grave.

My mom and Warren were chatting solemnly with each other, both trying hard not to cry their eyes out.

"This is...insane. Why did this have to happen?" My mom asked.

"Jason had to save the world." Warren replied. "The only thing is...what have I become?"

My sister, who was just born three days ago, spoke her first words at that point.

"Death...destwoyer of worlds."

End