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Extraneous: Ditto

Author's note: It has been a long hard road, but this one is finally coming to an end. However, Saito's adventures are just getting started. What is next for the Kaiser? You will all know soon enough.

Epilogue: Shadows of the Obligate
Last time on Shadows of the Obligate:

Saito led the main portion of his ground troops through the Dimensional Gate, and he ended up directly in front of the Hall of Shadows, facing Asmodeus and his army. The battle between the newly reinforced draconic army and Asmodeus' demons would rage on for a while longer. However, the fighting came to a standstill when Oricaltos Nathaniel, the draconic leader, was killed by the head archdemon. Before his death, he whispered four words. "There is...another...Oricaltos." Asmodeus did not heed these words, and he laughed in Saito's face when the young man stepped forward to challenge him.

However, he wasn't laughing for very long, as Saito refused to hold back his true power during the ensuing fight. The battle was long and brutal, and Saito ended up killing nearly a dozen more demons before he decided to end it all. Calling upon the strength of those who had befriended him during his travels, he unleashed one of his most devastating overdrives: Shadows of the Obligate. Asmodeus, who was actually the reincarnation of the Overlord Kormus, the one that Krichevskoy killed in order to gain the title, was obliterated from all of history through the aid of all present, including one particular Oracle going by the name of Pram. In the end, after the battle had been won, Saito learned that it was he who would become Oricaltos. We now join the Kaiser as he prepares for the double ceremony.

Hall of Shadows: Draconia
Time: It has been two days since the war against Asmodeus came to an end. Now, the day has finally come. The ending, and the new beginning. Upon this day, the old Oricaltos will be buried, and the new Oricaltos will take his place. Our Oricaltos elect, however, is still a bit nervous.

Saito looked out of the window in the main office. He promptly sighed, and then turned to face the door. "The door is always open to you, Overlord. Please, come in and sit down." Laharl walked into the room and sat down in one of the chairs facing the desk. "So, are you nervous about what is going to happen today?" The mage raised an eyebrow at the young damphir before responding. "What do you think, Laharl? I'm a wreck right now." It's not every day that you not only have to say goodbye to your oldest friend and leader, but that I am also the one to take his place? This is too much for me. You shouldn't really be that worried, Saito. After all, you still have the rest of your life ahead of you. I guess you're right on that count, Pram. However, I have a funny feeling that this is only the beginning of a new journey for me. You are correct about that, my friend. BUT, shouldn't you be finishing with the preparations? Saito thought for a moment, and then he shrugged. I am as prepared as I will ever be. Then come. Master Alexander is waiting for you to arrive.

The weredragon sighed aloud as he stretched. "Well, it's time that we get through this ceremony." "Agreed," came another voice from the doorway. Saito smiled lightly at Pram before gesturing for Laharl to rise. "Come on, Overlord. It's time that we get moving." Laharl stood up and followed the young man out. As they began to walk towards the Hall of Prophecy, the trio were joined by Flonne and the Seraph. Laharl's eyes widened in surprise as he looked at the young woman that he had nearly killed himself to save. "Flonne! What are you doing out of bed? You should be resting right now, after all of that energy you lost two days ago." The fallen angel shook her head, and then she turned and nodded to the Seraph. Michael Lamington's eyes betrayed his own concern for his former pupil, and Flonne giggled. Don't worry Master Lamington. Laharl will be there to support me. The Seraph sighed and then allowed her to walk over to her chosen. Laharl was quick to offer his shoulder for support, and the group made steady progress crossing the terrain.

Just outside of the Hall of Prophecy:

A massive crowd of demons, angels, and draconics crowded around the platform which had been set-up outside of the Hall. Alexander Critios, the draconic record keeper, was trying to maintain a sense of order. Nothing was working for him, at least until Saito arrived. Suddenly, there was total silence as the young man moved towards the platform. He mounted the steps, and then turned to look at the crowd. He slowly shook his head and then turned back to climbing the steps. Taking his seat between the Oracle and the Alternate Overlord, he sat patiently, waiting for his turn to speak.

"We are gathered here to remember our leader, Oricaltos Nathaniel Korenma. However, that is not the only reason why we are here. The next Oricaltos has been chosen, and he is on this platform with me. You all heard my words two days ago, moments after the Oricaltos fell. Now, it is time that others speak of Master Nathaniel, and how they knew him as a person." Alexander turned and nodded at Saito before taking his seat next to the podium. The young weredragon stood and cleared his throat before walking up to the podium.

"Master Nathaniel Korenma was a just man. His sense of fairness extended far beyond the battlefield. He never judged people until he got to know them. He never asked to be treated any differently than any of us, and we were all accepting of that fact. Some people never appreciated the fact that he was more than willing to fight with us, rather than merely issuing orders from a secluded location. Rather than leading from the rear, he chose instead to lead from the front lines, knowing all too-well what could happen to him. He was more than willing to help out others, and he fought with everything that he had, up until the very end." Saito bowed his head and fell silent for a few moments. He then continued with the eulogy.

"It was once written that every man has some sort of darkness within their soul. Our Oricaltos had none. He was strong, brave, and more than willing to help out. He gave his life for all of us, and so we should not be saddened. Rather, we should be rejoicing, for the Oricaltos did what he was sent to do: he lead his people through a time of crisis. And so I am asking all of you to remember him for his actions, not his failings. That is all I ask of you: remember the Oricaltos." The young mage turned away from the podium and walked back to his seat. He sat down, and then another draconic rose to take his place at the podium.After several other speakers had come and gone, including Saito's mother, the Oracle of the Netherworld took her place before the podium. Her voice was very soft, but it ended up carrying in the silence. "It was written that one day, the last of the diralec would be revealed to us all. It was also written that this young man would earn the title of Oricaltos through his actions. I therefore present to you the last of the diralecs. He is also the last of the Kaiser line, and he is the first truly immortal draconic in over twenty generations. Ladies and gentlemen, allow me to introduce you to your new Oricaltos: Saito Alexander Daniel Michael Nathaniel Alan Jeffrey Onago."

There was silence for a moment, and then everyone rose to their feet, applauding the young man who had eliminated Asmodeus. However, they all fell silent when Pram began to speak once again. "It was also written that this young man would have the ability to open Dimensional Gates in different time periods. That is why I am here today." She turned, her long hair gently swirling around her as she looked at the last of the Kaiser dragons. "Step forward, Saito Onago, and receive your final gift, the one which will allow you to alter history forever." Saito rose from his seat, walked towards the Oracle, and then dropped to one knee before her. "I am ready, Pram. My own fate is in your hands now." There were gasps from the audience at this statement, and Laharl could not keep himself from grinning. You've certainly done it this time, Saito. Why thank you, Overlord. I had a feeling that this was going to happpen anyway. Excuse me, but do you think you could finish this mental conversation later? I'm trying to concentrate here. WHOOPS! Sorry about that, Oracle. I'll shut up now. GOOD.

Pram held both hands over the mage's head, and they began to glow with a soft, golden light. She had already started the transfer chant in her mind, and now she finished it out loud, so that all would hear her. "Brightest of light and deepest of darkness, hear and answer my final plea: give this young man the chance and strength to change all of the history." As the glow settled over the mage, Pram slowly lowered her hands. "It is done, Master Babylon," she whispered, softly enough that only Saito could hear her. Excellent work, Pram. Now, allow me to add MY blessing to this ceremony. With absolute pleasure, eldest of the Overlords.

Everyone in the audience gaped in shock and surprise as the great serpent dragon appeared out of nowhere. Even Laharl was surprised. What in the hell... Who are you and what do you want here? He heard a deep mental chuckle, and then the dragon responded. My name is Babylon, and I, much like you, am an Overlord. However, I came from a different time period. I am here to bestow my own blessing upon the new Oricaltos, and then I will be taking the Oracle back to our own time. Please forgive my son's manners, Master Babylon. He still has much to learn about being an Overlord. That is fine with me, Nicholai Krichevskoy. Make certain that he learns his lessons well. I will. The great dragon turned back towards the stage, and then he looked down at the kneeling man. Rise, my young friend, and receive my final blessing as well. Saito rose to his feet, and then he opened his eyes and looked straight at Babylon. Small black eyes met brilliant ice-blue, and the dragon Overlord surprised everyone by bowing his head to acknowledge the Kaiser. You truly are the last of the Kaiser line, and so I pass my gift onto you. May you live forever, and rule through peace and equality. Thank you, Master Babylon. The mage paused for a moment, allowing the new power to wash over him. He then asked the elder dragon a question that slightly surprised him. Would it be possible to share this gift with others? The older serpent chuckled out loud, and then he responded easily. Of course you can share this gift. It is now yours, to give and to take as you see fit. I suddenly feel terribly responsible. Are you certain about this? Trust me on this one, Saito Onago. Your travels are far from finished, and I have a funny feeling that both my gift and Pram's will help to aid you in the near future. I will keep that in mind, Babylon.

The Oracle placed her right hand on the Serpent dragon's forehead, and then they both turned to face the audience. "Let the news be spread throughout all of the worlds: the final Oricaltos has come at last!" Everyone rose to their feet, cheering for the youngest Oricaltos in all of history. Saito smiled to himself, and then he called out in a mental voice to all present. Hear me out, everyone. I do not wish to be treated as a leader. Rather, think of me as a comrade, someone who will come to help you in times of need. I am unworthy of the title of Master, so please, just call me Saito.

"YES SIR!"

Makai Kingdom: Several thousand years in the future

"And so Saito Onago was named as Oricaltos of all draconics, and his reign would last for as long as he still had life within him." Pram put down her pen and then sighed aloud before closing the book before her. "Are you alright, Pram?" the book asked her. She looked down at Zetta, and then she shook her head. "I only wish that he did not have to suffer through such hardships before he can finally have peace." "WE both do, but I do need his help to get my body back!" "I know that much, Master Zetta. However, he must first complete his next task. For it was written that the Lord of Terror would be brought to Earth, and the Oricaltos would have to gain new allies in order to defeat a different kind of darkness." She sighed again, and then stood up, lazily stretching her arms and legs. "Besides, I need his help too. Ah, well. Life has a strange sense of what is right and wrong, and things will only get worse before they change for the better. I just pray that Saito is up to the task ahead of him." So do we all, Pram. So do we all.

FIN

Author's note2: At long last, after nearly two months of work, this fan-fiction is finally complete. I hope that all of you have enjoyed the ride so far, but this is only the beginning of Saito's journeys. What will happen when he finds out that Baal has been brought to Earth? Who knows, but I can tell you that it won't be pretty. Be sure to look for my next fic, Requiem of Shadows, fairly soon. Until next time, keep this quote in mind: "Your mind is the key to every door--no locks shall withhold you, no bars shall restrain you." SEE YA!

Author's note3: Also, please remember to READ AND REVIEW. Thank you.

Author's note4: Finally have the prologue of my next story posted. It's not in the Disgaea section, because it is mainly set in a different game universe. Just search around, and you should be able to find it.