Halcyon Neko Nights

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The undead armies marched for months, deteriorating, throught eh feilds, armored warriors trampled over the useles piles along the way, tired, weary, suffering from fatuge, but ever vigalent, death neared his final task of vengence. The only remaining kingdom in the land on the continant. His troops which he had sent were destroyed, gathering knowledge from the ironclad town Death was able to asses that they were still vulnerable and couldn't wisthstand iron. Death had lost complete track of time. When he neared the final mountainside, before reaching a large chasm, he was prepared to look down and see the still prospering kingdom which had exiled and murdered him, had defiled his wife and daughter, all beacause he had sworn himself to protecting it. He looked over the edge and saw standing there...

nothing...

The once mighty stone walls that had surrounded the kingdom were no longer standing, the villiages within appeared crushed below a pile of debris, the pallace located in the center was being held up by nothing... his small house which had been constructed lie in ruins... all of his past memories came to him and he took them for lies... "THIS PLACE NEVER EXISTED?!" he said in a shock... he refused to belive it... he was unsatified with his revenge... he ran down the side of the hill and came to rest before the ashes... he purried his face into his hands and tried to cry but his tear ducts had long-since shriveled. the nearby moat had dried up. he stared at the world around him and began to feel the chaos rising in him, to destroy even the WORLD!

And then... a figure appeared before him... above the rupple, in a feild of purple, long flowing hair, she looked like a pale goddess. An angel bathed in purple with hair and clothing all in a shade of off-violet.

"Who... who are you?" he questioned to the indigo entity...

it ignored his heed completley and spoke on its own with a voice that calmed the wind.

"There once was a girl who had a father..."

"everyone has a father..." he said mezmorized in reply...

"He left her for dead one day... laying in the bruned arms of her mother, she layed on the ground forgotten and childlike..."

"such a sad tale... it sounds like something familiar..."

"The father had no faigthe and she was left to the care of the father of her father before..."

"who... what is this story you tell?" memories, cloudy, began to surface in his mind... memories of HIS father before him... HE wasnt the father! HE HAD a father! The Father was... WAS..."

"HE Cared for the young girl and raised him as her own until his dying breath! and on his death bed he left his grandaughter with the truth! THE TRUTH OF HER FATHER!"

With that the dark energies began swirling around both figures, showring over the feilds in rays of black red and indigo, penetrating the grass, killing it and then miraculouslely bringing it back to life with each wave of energy.

"TWAS I WHO HAD A FATHER ONCE"

Death looked wide eyed into the eyes of the woman... the eyes burned like those of...

"naka... hara... is that..."

"HE WAS NOTHING LIKE YOU!!!"

A pause, the sound of flesh being peirced, blood flowing, FLOWING? BLOOD ACTUALLY FLOWING?

Death looked down at his stained hands... his wrist burned, feeling like it needed something...

and then a memory....

THE JEWL...

He looked at an energy blade, red as the color of his hair, peircing him through the gut, it was fixed in place by the angelic figure who'se eyes still appeared loveley despite their expression of hatred and despisition.

"Twas I who waited for you..."

"i've waited my whole life to be with you Nakahra..."

"YOU SHALL NEVER BE WITH ME! YOU DESERTER!"

The blade twisted, blood shot out of the once mighty Necromancer's mouth... he began to laugh wildly ...

"SO you THINK you CAn KilL tHe DeSTroYer CIgoTUL!?"

"You are nothing..."

"I AM NOT DEATH! I AM CIGO-"

The blade swung upward peircing the rotting prain and ripping the spine in two, another hand was brough forth by the indigo godess as she shrieked even resounding like song birds... and then there was only light...

light which was cast for miles... and then an explosion... a shape of a mushroom rising from the ground, loneley upon the long-since-dead plains. And walking from the epecenter, waves of electromagnetic energy simply washing around her... stepped the Daughter of Deathkiller. She bore on her shoulders two spheres of energy, embedded in her wrist, another, she dematerialized the blade and only continued walking away, the energys passing by her, around her, but not through her, despite their tremendouse force, which ripped apart the ground, shockwave upon shockwave rode across the earth, forcing it to cave in, across the air she walked, out of the crater, through the dead forests and the trees, past the courpses turned to dust while standing, past the still-living feilds, through the ash and burning snow thereafter, and into a quiet part of the forest, untouched by the explosion, to a small pile of rocks, with a cross stuck intot he ground, made out of mere twigs. The young girl knealt in her indigo dress, and brough forth a peice of flesh.

"Here you go papa... You're son has returned to you..."

Laying the still tatooed with Silver nitrate peice of flesh laying next to the grave to rot, she wept, and stood up, letting her tears simply dry themselves away. She left it all behind her, the destroyed world, the rampaged city, the ruined forest, and a small pile of rocks...

she then stopped in mid-pace and turned half-way, pivoting her glance toward the grave...

"My name was never Nakahara... I was the son that never was... I am... Shinokorosha..."

-ƒin

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SO!

What did all of you think of that? [img]tongue.gif[/img] If i get at least 1 reply i'll feel like writing this was worth something...