Review. Faster updates for this and other stories if this and other stories get more reviews. Would love to see art work of this or any of my other work. Faster reviews for my other less popular stories means that more updates at a faster pace. Or just more stories like this one.
Also any requests in reviews will probably be ignored.
Also just to be clear. I do not do pedophilia, all characters are aged up in this stuff or aged down depending on the character, no loli, no yaoi, no shota, I don't do watersports (Shit/Piss/fart fetish shit)I don't do stuff like vore or entire bodies getting shoved into places (Shrink play) I don't do blood play or torture (Ball/cock crushing etc) or certain old people, (Yes I am a fucking hypocrite) . Also if you ask for something in reviews that normally means I won't do it. So anyone who asks for that will be disappointed. If you have questions/requests/suggestions PM me instead.
Also have an ao3 account under the same name. and same titles.
Thousands of years ago. When myths and legends still walked in the sunshine.
Wan stumbled and fell to his knees. His hands beat the dirt, he coughed loudly, hacking up a section of lung. Blood poured down from his split open head. He gasped and a bit of flame came from his mouth. He saw a great big black blanket crawling ahead of him. Behind him he could see only death. And death crept behind him.
Wan stood shakily and walked towards the blanket. The blanket shifted and squirmed. Attempting to regain it's form. Wan stood over the poor excuse for a creature. A shiver went through both. Watcher and watched.
"It's over Vaatu." He spoke sadly. The voice was not his own. It was ancient as a birds wing beats. As powerful as the waves. As alive as a flower. The voice that tinkled from his lips was that of Raava. The spirit of life. Of order. Of the world. Staring down at her age old enemy, the spirit held up a hand. Flame danced for a moment, air wrapped around the flame. Making it spurt into life. Growing and growing.
Corpses stirred across the battle ground. The corpses of man and the corpses of spirits. Many were torn to shreds. Some had been burnt. Other's bludgeoned. Still others had huge bites taken out of them. The battle had been long. The battle had been tiring. And the battle was over.
"We will end this. Your reign will be over. All will return to a state of balance." Raava in Wan spoke with a sad finality. The two spirits were the oldest in all of existence. When one began so did the other. And they had lived their existence trying to kill each other. It was sad. It was final. It was the only way to end things.
"End? Over? Such terrible words coming from the mouth of you." Vaatu chuckled thickly. A bit of spirit blood dripped from a gash in his side. A tendril flicked across his entire body. The red and orange stripes beat insistently. The section that resembled a head looked upwards. Staring back at the first Avatar.
"You say you would bring balance to us. That you would keep the world in order. How is this balance? How is this order? You bringing these creatures into your bed? Order….no…." Vaatu turned his head away.
"Do not hestitate now Wan. We must end this here and now." Raava urged her holder. Wan took a deep breath. He summoned a shard of stone from the earth, sharpening and refining it until a spike was head in his hands. He willed fire and wrapped it around said spike.
The weapon burnt his skin and left trace splinters of stone in his hands. He stumbled, he doubted that he had much life left in him anyway. He could feel his heart straining to keep beating. His entire body was struggling to stay upright. We wondered how much longer he could keep this up.
A human wavered in front of him. In Wan's pain fueled haze he saw his best friend. Jaya blinked damply at his companion. They shared a look, one of long nights and hard days. A look of suffering, a look of compassion, lifetimes passed between them in that look. A lifetime of friendship, a life time of patience, a lifetime that wondered what the next one would bring.
The battle had been hard upon them all. But now that it was over they could go back to their lives. Or one of them could. Wan could already feel his life fluttering around his shoulder blades. Awaiting to leave.
Wan smiled at his kneeling friend. Blood was dripping from the Avatar's mouth. Blood was dripping from Jaya's stomach. They both chuckled.
"Yes you will do nicely." Vaatu leapt forwards and wrapped around Jaya's head. The thick black spirit wriggled and compressed. Growing tighter and tighter. Embracing Jaya's face. For a moment Wan saw Jaya's surprised expression. The next moment he saw only black and red. And then only black. Then that black grew tighter and tighter. Until a shrieking mouth and wide eyed made impressions on Vaatu's body.
"Jaya…JAYA!" Wan shouted. He stabbed the spike into the earth. It was useless to him now. He stumbled forwards, arms outstretched, clawing the air. He stumbled to his friend, to his brother, and collapsed onto his ruined knees once again.
Although his body was a mess of destruction. Of broken bones and busted skin…Wan felt none of it. His aches, his pains, his very dying didn't seem to be hitting him. His friend had a spirit wrapped around his face.
Wan grabbed what he thought was an edge of Vaatu and tried to pull. Instead Jaya's body contorted in pain. As if Wan had attempted to yank off some of Jaya's own skin.
"Raava! What's he doing!" Wan demanded of the ancient creature currently curled in his soul. Raava shifted, he could feel her shift. She tentatively reached out her senses, and then recoiled at the act.
"He's…he's copying me." She muttered in amazement. Wan stared blankly at Jaya for a moment.
"Assume I'm concussed! What does that mean?!" Wan shouted into the very air. Jaya stopped struggling, and then slowly climbed to his feet. Vaatu's blanket stiffened and then shoved itself completely down Jaya's throat.
Jaya swayed for a moment. Eyes clamped closed. Hands balled by his sides. His wounds were leaking a thick black pus. His nose and face contorting and squishing. Not a single sense in his head. Only a possessed terror.
"It means that we have finally found a host worthy of us oh king of fools." Jaya said in Vaatu's deep powerful voice. His hands danced, fingers spreading, contracting, becoming claws then hooks then daggers. And finally settling on fists.
"Yessss. Aren't you jealous dear Jaya?" The voice echoed around the entire battle ground. Vaatu seemed to be settling in quickly. Jaya blinked, one eye a dark black the other a pale unfocused shade.
"Jealous…"Jaya mumbled.
"Wan is the one. The only one brave enough. The only one selfish enough. The only one cruel enough to take all four elemenets. I sit here in your mind and I see it all. You have jealously in your heart. Only jealously. You know how much you deserve to be the one who carries Raava. But Wan stole her first. Wan is always the first one. I cannot offer you Raava. But I can offer you so much more." Vaatu's voice continued to dance around them.
Wan stood up and grabbed Jaya's shoulders, shaking the young man violently.
"Don't listen to him! Jaya! He is trying to split us apart! He doesn't care about you! He will give you nothing! Nothing at all!"
"Nothing eh? Just like what he gave to you. He took the side of spirits. He talks of balance and order and light. I only offer you power, what you do with that power, who you help, how you help….I leave that all to you." Vaatu said in a sing song voice. The voice crooned, it caressed the ears. It encouraged familiarity.
"Ignore what he is saying! He is only speaking aloud to taunt us!" Raava bellowed in Wan's head. Trying to keep him focused as well. Wan began to gasp. His heart was on it's last legs. From the look of Jaya he didn't have much fight in him left either.
"Jaya! Deny this! Deny him! If you don't—"
"If I do cast him out…you would have all the power. Is that what you want? Is that all you've ever wanted Wan?" Jaya asked softly. He lifted his head. His nostrils were flared. His eyes were unfocused. His teeth ground as he raised an arm.
"Yes…I think that Vaatu has just opened my eyes to you." Jaya's voice was ringed by Vaatus. Something sickeningly soft and sickeningly sweet. Like a rotten papaya. Wan took a step back. One hand went to his busted in head.
"Jaya…I promise you…Don't—" Jaya wasn't listening. The first blast of heat went wide. Both men might be the holders of spirits that defied the very laws of magic. But they were both very sick and very hurt and losing a lot of blood. Jaya took a step forward. A rock beside him began to move. It shifted through the air, homing in like a arrow after it's prey. Wan dodged he blasted air at Jaya. Not even enough to ripple the young mans blood coated hair.
The two began to circle each other. Arms up. One would kick. The other would parry. One would dodge, the other would advance. They exchanged quick blows. Jaya's coming with more strength, more focus, more intensity. A deeper rage, a rage that went beyond mere contempt. It bordered on the homicidal.
"Jaya. Please. Don't do this." Wan begged. His eyes were dry. He was in too much pain to cry. Still the dark avatar marched forward. Heedless of the blood he stepped in. Heedless of the rocks he stumbled over. Heedless of his own body beginning to fall apart.
"Vaatu! You bastard! Get out of my friend!" Wan shouted. He ran forward. A blast of fire took him in the chest. A gust of wind buffeted his face. A splash of water hit him in the side. And a spiked rock stabbed him right in the side. Just as he reached Jaya.
Wan wrapped his arms around the young man. The two stumbled backwards. Jaya's legs finally giving out. He toppled backwards. Head cracking open on a rock. Jaya breathed in, then died. His chest still full. Wan sat up carefully.
The spike was deep. It was broad too. He could feel it sitting there. Right in his guts. He blinked slowly. He stared downwards at his friend. At his old friend. At his best friend. Vaatu's darkness swirled around in Jaya's eyes. Just for a moment. And then faded.
"Is…Did we win? Did we kill Vaatu?" Wan asked the sky. Raava shifted inside of him. Making the young man shiver and moan. His entire body was pleading for it to be over. His entire body was one mass of pain and suffering. He let out a quiet sob.
"No." Raava finally spoke. "No it is not over. Vaatu did not die."
Wan sat up. He pulled Jaya's head onto his lap and gently parted his friends unruly wild hair. Blood had caked every strand, and even began to leak down across Jaya's nose.
"That can't be possible. We killed him. He's dead. I killed my best friend Raava…And now you're…Don't lie to me. Please after all we've been through don't life to me. Vaatu is dead. He has to be dead. Because if he isn't dead….But Jaya is….How does that happen? How did it happen?"
"Jaya is dead. I am sorry Wan. Jaya is dead." Raava spoke like a summer breeze in Wan's head. He felt soothed. Relaxed. He felt like even though everything that could go wrong had gone wrong…That it would all be better somehow. He knew that was just wishful thinking. But after everything he had been through…He deserved some wishful thinking.
"Vaatu fled with Jaya's soul. When Jaya died Vaatu went with him. I don't think that Vaatu meant to. But that is what happened. One final great escape by the universe's greatest monster. Now that Jaya permitted Vaatu in…chaos will never die. Vaatu will never die. Just move from one human to the next. Always taking on another host when the previous one perishes. A dark messiah. A harbinger of darkness."
Wan petted Jaya's face. He looked so relaxed. The peace that came from total muscle death. Wan pressed a thumb to Jaya's forehead. Trying to remember everything about the poor man's face. Trying to keep as much of him there as possible.
"Vaatu is going to come back…." Wan mumbled.
"Stronger then ever. If your friend had only held on and denied him entrance—"
"Don't blame this on Jaya! I should have been stronger. I should have taken control. I should have killed Vaatu when I had the chance." Jaya said. He shook his head. Tears were starting to form in the corners of his eyes. A soft white hand, small and translucent wiped them away.
Wan stared up at the spirit. Raava looked beautiful as a human. Her hair was long and floated in a nonexistent breeze. Her eyes were blue so deep and so encompassing that they lacked words. Raava's skin glowed like the stars, even little tendrils of stars slowly floated off of her.
"Do not blame yourself either Wan. My brave brave Wan. Vaatu might have escape, Vaatu might have fled to another human being. But there is still hope. As long as there is chaos and darkness, there will also be order and light. There will be war and tsunamis, alongside peace and fine nourishing rainfall. I know of a way to replicate what Vaatu did. I will follow your spirit upon it's next cycle. And the cycle after that. And the one after that. We shall follow Vaatu together. We shall be a great avatar. Something to bring compassion to this world. A guiding hope for humanity and spirit alike."
Wan shivered as she rubbed the back of her hand to his cheek. She was warm. Not in the way a human was warm. Not in the way that a fire was warm. She was warm in the way steam off a hot spring. Or the final rays of a sunshine. Or the warmth of a perfect hug from a long lost lover.
Wan felt tears spring to his eyes.
"Will I ever see Jaya again?" He pleaded. Raava shook her head with a sad full lipped smile.
"No my darling. But whever Vaatu goes Jaya's soul will be carried. You shall follow after Jaya. And we shall bring peace about in his name."
"Me following Jaya…." Wan tossed his head back and laughed. He laughed until tears came. He laughed with such great big lungful's that his stomach hurt. He laughed and laughed, tears falling down his face.
Raava leaned forward and pressed her lips to his forehead. And still all the man could do was choke on his laughter some more.
Wan, the first Avatar, died laughing. His head thrown back. A smile upon his face. One so big and overwhelming it could rival the sun in intensity. A faint smell of summer bounced around him. A small kiss was on his forehead.
Jaya, the first dark Avatar, died in his friends lap. His head bashed in on a stone. Blood over his face. A little look of tired surprise on his features forever. The sun rose upon the battle field. The dead and the dying found their way to their final rest. And the living and the injured found the bodies of their hero and his friend. The clouds were pink that day, as pink as the ground. The sun cast a spectacular ray upon all who lived. And every living thing, man, animal and spirit, took a deep breath. Tasting a change in the air.
Far off on a lion turtle a air bender was born. On her face was a great big smile. In her soul, curled up and cooing assurances was Raava.
Far off on a different lion turtle a little earth bender was born. His face was stern and harried. As if only terror had been installed in his personality. Vaatu sat on the babes shoulder and whispered only hostility and vengeance to his new host
This is how the cycle began. Of the Avatar and the Dark Avatar. Of the bringer of order and the bringer of chaos. Of the one who wished to lead humanity forward, and the one who wished to destroy all of existence.
The cycle for the Avatar was easy to learn. Fire, Air, Water, Earth. Moving slowly but steadily through every bender and every lion turtle. The cycle for the Dark Avatar was never assured. Sometimes it would be an earth bender, other times a water bender.
Vaatu's poor sense of humor would shine through. Often the Dark Avatar was of the opposite side of the bending elements to the Avatar. An Avatar water bender would inevitably come face to face with a Dark Avatar fire bender.
Their relationships were often antagonistic. A sworn enemy. A childhood rival. A warlord and a wronged farmer, a holy man and a conqueror. On occasion a peasant and a king. Or a pirate and a first mate.
Through the centuries and eventually millennia Raava and Vaatu clashed as lord and serf. As childhood friends. As rivals turned into so much more. This continued on and on through the years. So that fact became speculation. Speculation evolved into myths. And finally myths died and became campfire stories.
Until Fire Lord Sozin, Avatar Roku, and the beginning of the hundred year war.
Review. Faster updates for this and other stories if this and other stories get more reviews. Would love to see art work of this or any of my other work. Faster reviews for my other less popular stories means that more updates at a faster pace. Or just more stories like this one.
Also any requests in reviews will probably be ignored.
Also just to be clear. I do not do pedophilia, all characters are aged up in this stuff or aged down depending on the character, no loli, no yaoi, no shota, I don't do watersports (Shit/Piss/fart fetish shit)I don't do stuff like vore or entire bodies getting shoved into places (Shrink play) I don't do blood play or torture (Ball/cock crushing etc) or certain old people, (Yes I am a fucking hypocrite) . Also if you ask for something in reviews that normally means I won't do it. So anyone who asks for that will be disappointed. If you have questions/requests/suggestions PM me instead.
Also have an ao3 account under the same name. and same titles.
Now some of you may be thinking...another Avatar Story? And it looks like it will be a long one? And where is all the smut? I thought you were a porn artist what is up with this crap? I wanna get my rocks off. And to all of those people I say this. Of course this is going to be smut in this story. I'm not a fucking maniac.
And this one probably won't get as many updates as A Better Life. But as always if stories get more reviews I will update them faster. But I just felt like exploring this story idea that has been bouncing around in my head for a bit. So...Here you go. Enjoy. The first couple of chapters will probably be short. And then gradually start bulking up more in the word count department.
I hope you enjoy. And if you do pretty please leave a fucking review.