Chapter Nineteen: Blood and Tears
(Spyro's death)
"Come on, he needs your help," Cynder thought as she watched Draikor keep Spyro hoisted up from the earth by his throat. "Pull yourself together, ignore the pain. Fight it, embrace it, become it. Pain is temporary, loss of him is forever." Cynder tried to lift her broken body from the ground with little success as the pain from the embracement spell held her down as if she was pinned to the rocky surface, hopeless as she watched her husband sputter and gasp for air.
"I can't feel my legs," Spyro thought as he felt the soft tingle of what little blood reached his head as his limbs began to go numb. "Getting harder to breathe, he's going to choke me to death. Asphyxiation huh, I guess this is how I am going to die. Funny, I wanted to die with Cynder together, I guess that won't come to pass."
"Any last words before you draw your last breath?" Draikor mocked as Spyro's breathing became more short and wheezy as the dark dragon tightened his grip.
"I only wish you die slowly and painfully to know what it feels like to lose everything…" Spyro's words were lost as his eyes became unbearably heavy, finally lapsing into death.
"No, not him, it should have been me!" Cynder yelled as she watched her husband's body fall to the ground with no effort to stop his fall, signaling that the great purple dragon was indeed dead.
"Cynder will die next now you despicable insect." Draikor said as he turned to Cynder and smirked.
"The spell, the pain," Cynder thought as the sensation of a thousand needles seemed to fade as she slowly stood from the earth. "It's gone…" While bearing her teeth, Cynder positioned herself between Draikor and Spyro in an attempt to keep her husband away from Draikor.
"You still choose to protect the purple dragon in his death," Draikor spat as Cynder glared into his dark red eyes. "Do you wish to die slowly or swiftly?"
"You killed my husband," Cynder said as tears flowed from her narrowed eyes. "Now I'm going to kill you!" The demon which boiled inside Cynder for years finally surfaced as her eyes glowed a blood red glare while her body pulsated a jet black aura.
"Cynder stop, don't do this!" Ignitus' voice rang through Cynder's mind as he knew of the danger which Cynder possessed.
"I can't Ignitus," Cynder stated as she gritted her teeth. "Not until this is over."
"You've made your choice," Draikor yelled as he lowered his head. "Get ready to die!" Draikor unleashed a bolt of demonic energy as Cynder did the same. The two beams collided as the two dragons dug their claws into the ground in an attempt to push towards each other with incredible strength.
"Focus all of your strength into a single point my love," Cynder heard Spyro's voice as she pushed her anger through her body. "Let your emotions power your motions. Even the most powerful and experienced opponent will crumble under an opponent who lets their emotions drive them."
"Feel my pain Draikor, feel my suffering, and feel my sorrow!" Cynder thought as she pushed all of her power into the demonic beam which overpowered Draikor within seconds, causing him to slam into a nearby boulder.
"Impressive," Draikor said as he picked himself off from the ground. "I see Malefor didn't waste his time with you or Gaul."
"Names long forgotten and spat upon," Cynder said with a smirk, ash fell from the volcano like rain as Cynder stepped closer to Draikor. "You will be one of those names." Poison seeped through Cynder's teeth slowly as she noticed how ragged and distorted her voice was, just like Draikor's.
"Think of all the lives you ended compared to me Cynder," Draikor said as he stepped closer to Cynder. "Do you honestly think you're more of a saint than me? We are both equals, only I'm your persistent rage and carnage which you could never release. In short, I am your better, dark counterpart."
"That's not true, I am reformed and you are an insane lunatic who enjoys the suffering and killing of others!" Cynder yelled as she spat a solid stream of poison into Draikor's eyes while yelling in rage.
"Blinding your prey before the kill huh?" Draikor said with a smirk as he rubbed his eyes clean of the green bile.
"A similar trait shared with the cobra which is by far the most deadly combatant in the snake kingdom," Cynder said as she readied a demonic flame blast as Draikor drew near. "It mixes stealth with swiftness, plus it uses its killing venom to blind foes in an attempt to kill or flee."
"Enough of this," Draikor yelled as he growled in anger. "Surrender the power or die!" Cynder then thought of Spyro and how he had the power to defeat Draikor and the two demons together.
"Spyro has Convexity," Cynder thought to herself as she looked towards Spyro's dead body. "I'll have to sacrifice myself for him to live however… He would be crushed to see me dead… It would be worth it when Draikor is dead."
"Make your choice Cynder." Draikor said firmly as Cynder narrowed her eyes.
"I can hear the hesitance in your voice," Cynder stated as she readied a pocket of poison in the back of her throat. "Are you scared of what the power might do to you?"
"I fear nothing," Draikor yelled as he pinned Cynder to the rocky surface. "I feel no such thing as pain!"
"Then feel this!" Cynder yelled as she clamped her teeth into Draikor's neck with poison running around her teeth as she kicked him away.
"I want the power; give me what is rightfully mine!" Draikor said as he wiped the poison bite from his neck and charged towards Cynder.
"You want the curse of a broken soul," Cynder asked as she leaped towards Draikor. "THEN TAKE IT ALL AWAY!" Draikor grabbed Cynder by the throat as the demon inside of Cynder began to pour into Draikor's body, filling him with demonic power beyond measure.
"I can feel it," Draikor yelled as the two demons coursed through his veins. "This is… true power!" Cynder sputtered to breath as Draikor threw her near Spyro in triumph.