Welcome my readers!

If you're new here, then go ahead and read this entire thing. But if you've seen the original Black Dragon Emperor, you have a pretty good idea what's happening here. Although, there is a new prophecy, so you should check it out.

All that is, or was, started with a dream…

-lava girl-

Thousands of years ago…

Location: Greece, Delphi

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A bright, Golden light. Soared through the sky, clashing against the darkness of the night like a second sun. Some would've called it just that. Other's would've called it a meteorite. But those who knew better, knew it by another name.

Apollo, the Greek God of the Sun.

Many would wonder what the Divine being was doing, traveling through the sky at this hour. Some would be filled with dread, for if the God of the Sun was traveling during the night, surely this meant something monumentous. Perhaps the long thought dead Titans were rising once again? Maybe the Giants were extinct no longer? Or Olympus forbid, Gaea and the Primordial Gods were awakening?

Luckily for them, it was none of these things.

But all of these things as well.

Apollo's face turned into a concerned frown as he flew through the sky, his divine aura surrounding him as he traveled at speeds few could match, much less surpass. Finally arriving at his destination, he suddenly stopped, all his momentum vanishing in an instant and looking down, Apollo gazed upon Delphi, his most precious temple.

Delphi was found up in the mountains of Greece, making it a hard, yet rewarding journey for those who sought the guidance of the Oracle. Numerous stone pillars rose from the ground, giving the temple an ancient aura. Those pillars lead to a cave, once home to a serpent he never wished to see again. Following the pillars, he floated down to the cave's entrance and entered.

The Oracle of Delphi, was a prophet, a maiden chosen by Apollo himself to bear the gift, and curse, of prophecy alongside him. Even he didn't truly understand the power of time, nor did he know where the true power of the Oracle came from. He would tell the mortals that he made the spirit. But all magical beings knew this was a lie.

No-one, not even the God of the Bible, the strongest God of all, surpassing entire pantheons alone, could create souls. Many theories were proposed on the origin of these souls. However, in the end no true answer came forward, the closest that any of them could get, was splitting their own soul to ignite the 'flames' of another soul.

Furthermore, the Spirit of Delphi, sometimes saw futures even he could not. Add on the fact that it could appear as a serpent, and he hated serpents. Meant that he had no role in it's creation.

But it was for that very Oracle, that he was here today.

He shook off those thoughts as he delved deeper into the cave of Delphi. "Lord Apollo!" four voices, both male and female cried out as 4 priests, 3 female and 1 male, practically ran out of the cave towards him. "Elian, Rio, Barthion, Zeldious, what seems to be the matter?" He asked, addressing the 4 priests. Barthion, the male, bowed, "As we said Lord Apollo. It is the Oracle, something is wrong with her." Apollo raised an eyebrow, as he walked into the cave, the 4 priests walking alongside him. "Well what is wrong?" he asked. Rio, the youngest of the 4 priests, a bubbly optimistic girl despite being around 14 years old, had a curvaceous body nearly any man, (And God. Specifically Zeus) would lust for, with long smooth brown hair that reached down to her waist, whom he had taken to like as a younger sister, looked worried. "Nothing seemed wrong at first, but suddenly she started flailing around." Apollo frowned, "Flailing around?" Elian, a well endowed mature woman with shoulder length silver hair, who acted as the surrogate mother of the oracle nodded, "Flailing Around. Her arms and legs suddenly began to jerk around making random and erratic movements. A spaz attack if you will." Apollo hummed in concern, "And has she been saying anything?" he asked. The final priest, Zeldious, a 19 year old girl, with a divine ass, waist length blonde hair, tight curves and an unquenchable thirst for knowledge nodded. "Yes. One thing. 'Bring me Apollo' again and again. She won't respond to anything else, or anyone else. So we thought we would call you, see if your presence would help in any way."

Apollo clicked his tongue. Usually, if some Mortal began spazzing around demandind the presence of a God, they would get what they asked. Right before they were smitted with Lightning, Fire or a Divine laser beam roughly the size of a small mountain. However, the Oracle was one of the few exceptions, for Apollo anyway. And he was definetly glad she hadn't started shouting, 'bring me Poseidon' or 'bring me zeus' because Poseidon would probably flood delphi with sea, and Zeus would flood the Oracle with something very different. "Bring me Apollo!"

The Sun god looked up as the deranged voice of the otherwise soft Oracle echoed through the cave, fading as it traveled. "That's not spooky at all" he muttered once they reached the entrance to the Oracles innermost cave. Turning around he glanced at the 4 priests, "Stay here. The Oracle can be dangerous, and I don't want any of you getting hurt." he ordered, and after recieving nods from them all, he turned around, took a deep breath, and enterered the cave.

Right away, he knew that 'spaz attack' was, while correct, an understatement. Like calling a mountain a 'really big hill'. The Oracle looked like she had been hooked up on enough sugar and alcohol to kill a Hydra, had a stroke, ragdolled, before having the said spaz attack. Her arms were flailing around a hundred miles per hour, almost blurring from the speed, her legs were being thrown around like they were ropes and moved like they lacked any sort of bone. Apollo blinked in mild surprise at the scene, thinking of how if this wasn't such a dire circumstance, it would almost appear funny.

But it wasn't funny.

Deciding enough was enough, Apollo coughed to announce his presence. Instantly the Oracle went dead still, her limbs falling to the ground one and all, her voice completely silent, the only sounds in the cave was the echoes of his cough, and the heavy breathing of the Oracle. Then, in a single moment, the Oracle's head spun to look directly at him, sufficently creeping out the god as he took a step back, wondering if he should've let her keep spazzing around, because that was way less freaky then this cold silence. "Apollo…" the oracle said softly, before sitting up in such a fashion that it looked like invisible strings that were connected to her shoulders, head and chest lifted her up instead. For a moment, all was calm, all was quiet. Then the Oracles eyes began to glow green, and Apollo stepped back in shock. But it wasn't the Oracles eyes that made him do so, that was normal for the Oracle.

No, it was the green snake, made from mist that appeared around her, coiling up her frame, before lifting its head high into the air behind the oracle almost as if it was ready to strike Apollo should he get too close.

Then they spoke, chanting one verse after another. The Oracle's voice shrouded in mystery, silent and old, while the Snake's was male, powerful and ancient. (Bold for the snake, italic for the Oracle)

"The Boy, His Gaze Stained in Blood."

"The Boy, His heart filled of Hate"

"Twin Emperors of Red, White and Black"

"With Flesh Sacrificed Thrice, Strength Shall Process"

"When the skies below the earth, Quake and Shake."

"From the thunder and Rain, that roars beneath the earth and flames"

"Beware his Rage"

"Beware his Wrath"

"For it brings Carnage"

"For it brings death"

"As the Beast Revives, The Forsaken Arise."
"Revived Evil, Without Equal"

"Oh, Chosen, Heed the thunder's Tale"
"Three Shall become One"

"One shall become Three"

"For only with the Eldest of Scales",

"May Victory Prevail"

As the Snake finished its verse, both it and the Oracle went silent. And after a moment, Apollo sighed. Perhaps it was over. He was foolish. Suddenly, the Snake erupted into ghostly green flames that reached to the ceiling of the cave more than 10 feet above them. And the eyes of the Oracle became blinding as they glowed with an ethereal light, brighter than ever before. And as they spoke the final verse, Apollo heard screams of agony, of pain. He heard roars of rage, and sorrow. Fires, Disasters, the sound of apocalypse.

"Lest extinction wroth forward, Eternal Damnation"

With its final words said, the Snake vanished, and the light faded from the Oracle's eyes as she fell forward. Rushing forward, Apollo catched her before she fell on the ground, yet already she was unconscious. And Apollo was filled with dread.

For a great prophecy had been spoken.

A Prophecy, that foretold the end of the world.

I'm only updating this story once per month. (With the exception of the prologue, and first chapter.)

Ciao!