Post by Bm631 on Jul 15, 2011 0:49:39 GMT
This is a story I had to write for my british lit class and I ended up enjoying it so much that I made it longer an into an actual story. This is chapter 1 and i am currently working on chapter 3. Enjoy and leave me your feedback.
Chapter 1
The fierce winds battered against the young man as he paced along the barren roadway. He covered his face with the hood from his black cloak as he continued down the path. The crescent moon above illuminated the plane, it's powerful glow revealed a large, luscious forest nearby. The young man sighed as he set his gaze towards the forest. 'I'm almost there...' He quickened his pace; he felt the monster's presence within the forest. The time had finally come; all of his training would be put to the test. Tonight, the slayer would engage with the creature that started it all.
An hour had passed since the slayer entered the forest. He wasn't surprised as a thick mist rolled in from out of nowhere. The locals informed him that the lost souls of the forest resorted to this technique when the living enters their territory. They also warned him that any human that entered the forest would be bombarded with frightening images, created by the soul's evil mist, lucky for him he wasn't any ordinary human. The slayer had a special ability that allowed him to see through the weak illusions of the phantoms. They were called the eyes of truth and on more than one occasion, they saved his life. He quickly navigated through the forest knowing that time was of the essence.
*Rumble Grumble*
He placed his hand on his stomach. He also knew when it was necessary to take a break.
“I guess I can't fight on an empty stomach.” The slayer said, sighing. He reached inside his cloak and pulled out a canteen and a small bag. He opened the bag and pulled out its contents, which comprised of a fresh, red apple. The slayer greedily took a large bite; the sweet taste knocked him off guard for a second as his body reminded him of how long it has been since his last meal. Thirst quickly followed hunger as he uncapped the canteen and lounged it into his mouth. Sadly all he felt was the frightening taste of a suddenly dry mouth.
“Ugh, just what I needed.”
The need for water began to take control as the slayer ran through the veiled forest in search of a watering hole of some sorts.
After an aggravating twenty minute search, he found one. The small pool of fresh water stood in a section of the forest where the moon’s light penetrated the thick bush of the trees. He quickly threw his faced into the water, worrying not of any fiend that be watching. The heavy thirst he felt the second before was gone. The slayer slowly lifted his head, slightly ashamed of how he was acting. It reminded him of his target. He stared at his reflection as he took some time to clear his mind. He stared at his short, onyx hair, his bright gold eyes which were originally dark green but the eyes of truth were active at the moment. He wiped the face that attracted many women who crossed his path through the years but was quick to reject them as he concentrated. The slayer sighed; he knew he should have given them a chance before tonight considering it could be his last.
Suddenly, the heavy mist around thickened even more and the temperature dropped. His breath could be seen at this point and he felt dark presence directly behind him. He swung around to take witness of the being. It stood tall, clad in a black robe that covers its head completely. The being had a scythe in its grasped, the moon reflected of the blade, giving it a darker, more fearing presence. He immediately knew who it was.
“If it isn't the acclaimed demon slayer of Germany, Allen Von Ferdiand, It has been far too long…” The cloaked being said.
“Yes and I was hoping to keep it that way, Death.” He retorted, slowly reaching for the blade in his cloak.
“Rest easy, I have not come for you yet. I come only to give you a warning.” Allen raised his eye brows at death’s last comment and released the vice grip he had on the blade.
“The one you seek is hiding in a run down chapel further in the forest. He awaits your arrival.” The reaper said.
Allen’s eyes flared with determination. The location of the creature rekindled the flame of revenge that rested within his soul. Knowing that he was so close brought a smirk to the young slayer’s face.
“So what do you want? I can tell that you aren’t nice enough to just give me the information without a price.” Allen remarked, pulling out his unfinished apple and proceded to take a bite out of it.
Death laughed and pulled out a scroll from under his robe and handed to him. The scroll was sealed and looked like it would not open with a mere representation of force.
“You are very sharp, there is something I would like you do to. The soul of the creature is very special and cannot be released into the world without proper arrangements. If you defeat him, lay this scroll on its body and it will do the rest.”
“What!? There isn't any point in doing. I don't know what you are planning but I'm not going to be a pawn in your little sche-”
Before Allen could finish, the reaper lifted him from his neck, off his feet. Death held him with his left hand, while lifting the scythe to the boy's cheek with his right.
“You will listen to my demands, demon slayer, or else you will know what the consequences will be.”
He let the tip of the blade make contact with his cheek. Suddenly, Allen felt all of his strength disappear. Color immediately faded from his face, as did the warmth from his body. The fear of actual death resonated from his eyes. The reaper grinned beneath the shade of the hood and decided that that was enough of a warning shot. He removed the blade and dropped him on the ground. Allen slowly got on all fours. He shifted his sight towards the dark being, staring him down the eyes of truth that strode along with the massive feeling of killer intent.
“Well now that you understand what you are up against if you choose to defy me, I will be on my way.” the reaper said, as he let the mist overcome his form, making a very cliché exit.
After regaining his composure, Allen continued onto the final leg of the mission. He explored and raced through the mighty depths of the forest, avoiding illusions and surviving the treacherous landscape. The farther he went, the close he felt the target’s presence. His mind wandered back to his ordeal with the reaper. He just couldn’t figure out what he was planning, but it was certain that it wasn’t anything to be happy about. Either way he looked at it. Allen couldn’t escape from this fight.
“I'm here…”
Allen reached his destination. To be honest, it was different than he had imagined it to be. The structure was only about two stories tall, vines and weeds grew from all sides, indicating the lack of lawn care. Although all in all, the church didn’t have a menacing feel to it, but that was only true for a about a second. Suddenly, Allen was struck by an immense feeling of malice from the inside as he placed his foot on the first step. It wasn’t anything the young slayer wasn’t use to, but it was enough to run chills through his bones. His hands rested firmly on the handles. They hesitated from swinging the doors open, but he knew he had no choice in the matter. Allen ripped the fragile doors from their hinges and pulled out his blade from the inside of his cloak. In front of the slayer, a man kneeling in front of the broken statue of Christ. A hole in the ceiling illuminated the man in a perfect oval of light.
“I see you still have a flare for the dramatic, Alexander!” Allen yelled, entering a defensive stance.
The white haired man lifted his face to reveal piercing green eyes and a maniacal grin plastered on his face.
“Now Allen…is that any way to speak to your father?” Alexander questioned as he stood up from his spot.
“Quiet! You aren’t my father anymore. Not after what you did to my mother!” Allen retorted, clearly trying to hold back his anger.
“Oh right, how long ago was that? Oh I remember. It will have been 10 years today since I drank the blood of that weak whore.”
Allen snapped at the man’s insult. In a matter of seconds, the shimmering blade was inches away from from Alexander's head, but he caught it with right hand before it made impact.
“Don’t underestimate me boy!”
Alexander said as his left arm began to change form. The skin on his arm turned grey and smooth and his hand
Allen's eyes wide open upon the transformation. He immedtely let go of the sword and jumped over him, avoiding the powerful swipe of the claw. Allen unleashed a powerful roundhouse kick in midair, it connected with Alexander's face, sending him into the chruch wall. During his flight across the church hall, Alexander released the sword from his hand and it clattered on the wood flooring.
Allen landed on his knees and His eyes wandered over to his former father. The man stood up without a scratch on him. Alexander ran his mutated claw through the flowing white hair and dusting off the tattered robes he wore on his figure. Once finished he locked eyes with the slayer. At that very moment, To the pair it felt as if they were reading each others souls by scanning their eyes. A hardened resolve burned bright in Allen which Alexander took note off, but he also noticed something else...Something he, himself, had not felt in a very,very long time. The infallible spark of humanity shone brightly, it was evident that he would not falter. His Son, on the other hand, saw something dark within his father. In an instant, Countless years of bloodshed washed over him like flood! The blanket of murderous intent covered those emerald eyes, anticipating the oncoming conflict.
The deep silence was finally broken by Alexander, He asked a simple question.
"Shall we begin?"
Allen crouched, ready to make a break for his sword.
"Lets..."
The young slayer dashed toward his weapon, but the monster had anticipated the move. His left arm began to morph into a leathery grey extention, a black aura surrounded it's entire length. He swung his mutated arm, releasing a shroud of evil energy. It tool the form of his claw and made its way toward Allen. He dodged the black claw and it made contact with floor, completely destroying the spot it touched. Allen only looked back for a second, noticing what looked like a dark colored fire where he once stood. The results of the technique were frighting, he just kept running, each step was nessicary as it brought him closer to the weapon.
He was just an inch away, so close that he could touch the hilt with his fingertips. But it seems that luck wasn't on his side, as another claw of black energy overshadowed him. A burst of the flames covered the wood and it flickered with wild furocity. Alexander displayed a wicked smile on his face waving off the remaining black energy from his right arm, revealing that it too transformed.
"Well that was dissapointing. I thought you would have lasted longer than that." He said, walking toward the flames.
As Alexander made his way to the flames of his Vile Shroud Technique, his mind wandered. The beast's thoughts ranged from what he planned to do to the remains of his son to what he was going to devour for his morning meal. Aside from everything else, one thing was clear. The world had one less demon slayer to attend to...or atleast that was before he a small blue light pierce the vile shroud flames. As he took another step to inspect this odd occurance, the light expanded and extinguished the flames. Standing in the epicenter of the light was none other than Allen, spinning a chained sliver cross pendant, which held a blue gem in the center, that was imbued in that very light. The energy that purged the flames seemed to have surrounded Allen like a circular barrier. Alexander also noticed Allen mumbling words under his breath, he only heard one
"Didnt see that coming, did you?" Allen said proudly, holding a small smirk on his features.
Alexander's face expression switched from confusion to disgust in with the appearence of Allen's surprising power.
"You wretch! How could a brat like you learn to control divine energy?"
"It wasn't easy, I guess setting the desire to avenge Mother was enough motivation to get me through the training."
Allen gripped the black damacus sword in his hand and the divine cross in another. At first glance the damacus seemed like an ordinary sword, well aside from the missing guard, but looks can be decieving. He wrapped cross around the hilt of the sword. To Alexander's surprise, the two began to fuse to together, conguring the bright light once again.
"This feeling... Is this the strength of divinity?" He questioned, Covering his eyes.
"Alexander, the real battle begins now!" Allen shouted as the light was expelled.
Shimmering in his hand, was a magnificent silverly-white blade. It adorned a cross shaped guard with arrow shaped tips. The sword held a long, shimmering blue crystal in the middle. Finally at the end of the handle was a tiny cross pendant attached by a silver chain.
Allen wasted no time, he dashed toward Alexander swung the sword in a wide horizontal arc. The demon ducked and sent his claw racing towards the slayer's abdomen. Allen side-stepped, barely avoiding the assult. Alexander congured the black energy again, this time covering both of his arms. Allen jumped back and readied his blade, holding it in front of him. The demon thrusted his right arm, launched the energy shroud at an almost unreadble speed. Allen jumped and dodged the claw only meet face to face with the second one that hid behind it. Alexander forged a wicked smile on his features, there was no way that he would be able to avoid the second energy shroud. But his smile quickly eroded as he saw his technique cut in half. Allen's blade glissened in blue light as it sliced clean through the evil mass.
"Is that the best you can do?" Allen said as he positioned his blade near his hip, as if he was sheathing it.
His opponent let out angry roar as he charged his own flesh and blood, enveloping himself in a cloak of manipulated darkness. It only took a few seconds for Alexander to reach his son. He was inches away from ending everything, his engulfed figure ready to incinerate the bane of his existance. But amidst all this, Allen didn't look worried. He saw that stoic, powerful gaze in his eyes. As he wondered as to why this was, he felt a burning sensation in his chest. A surge of pain flooded through every cell in his body. The shining blade slashed through chest, blood rushing out in a wild splatter. The dark flames that covered his body were quickly extinguished the moment Allen's sword made contact. The force of the attack sent Alexander flying into the same wall had been aquianted with eariler. This time though, he broke through the wall, landing back first into the dirt.
Allen walked through the hole in the wall, stopping right in front of his father. He set the tip of his sword against his neck, slightly penetrating the skin.
"You have no idea..." He began slipping it in, slowly and painfully.
"How long I have been waiting for this..." He placed both hands on the handle of the sword.
But Just as Allen was about to sink in final blow, Alexander Let out a pirecing roar and Black flames erupted all around him. The slayer jumped back and raised his sword in a defensive stance. He watched as the flames began to flare up, he also saw the being within the fire change forms. The man began to grow bulging muscles, his hands and feet transvered into claws. His chest grew a Bushel of hair and his face became more animalistic, producing razor sharp fangs. Finally He produced large, leathery wings that flapped away black flames.
"Well, this doesn't look good..."
The beast let out a shriek that echoed into the far reaches of the forest. It jumped towards Allen at an Inhuman speed and grabbed ahold of him. It threw Allen into a set of tattered pews, spliting them into broken pieces. Before Allen could try to get up, the Man bat was already flying above him. It released another roar, this time at close range. The force of the vibrations sent him flying across the floor board. Allen back tucked onto his feet, holding the divine blade at his side. The manbat began to engulf itself in the wild flames once more, ready to end the struggle. Allen gripped the hilt of his sword, producing divine energy from the crystal center. The energy accumulated, creating a vast amount of blue light around the sword.
The light and the dark stared each other down, knowing the time had finally come. They both dashed at each other, nearing one another with every single second that passed. As they clashed, the attacks created a bright light followed by a wave of dust. As it cleared, Allen stood behind Alexander, who's body was literally smoking.Allen had just slashed through his mother's murderer.
The body fell onto the broken floor board in a steaming pile. The body reverted back to its human form and it started to glow, indicating that the soul was trying to get out. Allen walked in front of the body with seldom look on his face. He removed Death’s scroll from his shredded cloak and threw it on top of Alexander’s corpse. The scroll broke its seal and began to rap around the body, giving it the appearance of a mummy. Then a dark portal opened up from the beneath the mummy and swallowed it into what he suspected was the underworld.
Allen stared at the spot where Alexander disappeared. It was finally finished. The monster who ended the life of his mother had received judgment at the hands of the prodigal son. Allen reached for his blade and stabbed it into the spot, helping him keep steady.
“Mom, it’s finally over. I’m sorry it took so long.” Allen said as he fell to one knee. He stared up into the night sky and tears fell from his eyes. The demon’s slayers most important fight had finally ended. Allen was finally free from the ghosts of his past.
...Or was he?
A black hole opened up in the ceiling of a dark room. The only means of Lumination were orbs of light that leavitated at the four corners of a stone tablet. From the occular opening, a mummifed body fell onto the stone tablet. From the shadows, tiny horned creatures ran to the body. They circled it, deciding on which limb to devour first. But before they had a chance to eat, A hooded figure appeared. The figure dropped the hood, reavealing a clean skull underneath.
"Begone! He is a special corpse. You will have to eat one of the lesser beings insted."
The creatures reluctantly obeyed, seeing there was no way they would win against Death.
Once they left, Death approached the tablet, hungrly observing his subject.
"Ah yes, Alexander. What a fine specimen you are. King Raleigh will be pleased with you."
The living skeleton snapped his fingers and the room went dark.
Chapter 1
The fierce winds battered against the young man as he paced along the barren roadway. He covered his face with the hood from his black cloak as he continued down the path. The crescent moon above illuminated the plane, it's powerful glow revealed a large, luscious forest nearby. The young man sighed as he set his gaze towards the forest. 'I'm almost there...' He quickened his pace; he felt the monster's presence within the forest. The time had finally come; all of his training would be put to the test. Tonight, the slayer would engage with the creature that started it all.
An hour had passed since the slayer entered the forest. He wasn't surprised as a thick mist rolled in from out of nowhere. The locals informed him that the lost souls of the forest resorted to this technique when the living enters their territory. They also warned him that any human that entered the forest would be bombarded with frightening images, created by the soul's evil mist, lucky for him he wasn't any ordinary human. The slayer had a special ability that allowed him to see through the weak illusions of the phantoms. They were called the eyes of truth and on more than one occasion, they saved his life. He quickly navigated through the forest knowing that time was of the essence.
*Rumble Grumble*
He placed his hand on his stomach. He also knew when it was necessary to take a break.
“I guess I can't fight on an empty stomach.” The slayer said, sighing. He reached inside his cloak and pulled out a canteen and a small bag. He opened the bag and pulled out its contents, which comprised of a fresh, red apple. The slayer greedily took a large bite; the sweet taste knocked him off guard for a second as his body reminded him of how long it has been since his last meal. Thirst quickly followed hunger as he uncapped the canteen and lounged it into his mouth. Sadly all he felt was the frightening taste of a suddenly dry mouth.
“Ugh, just what I needed.”
The need for water began to take control as the slayer ran through the veiled forest in search of a watering hole of some sorts.
After an aggravating twenty minute search, he found one. The small pool of fresh water stood in a section of the forest where the moon’s light penetrated the thick bush of the trees. He quickly threw his faced into the water, worrying not of any fiend that be watching. The heavy thirst he felt the second before was gone. The slayer slowly lifted his head, slightly ashamed of how he was acting. It reminded him of his target. He stared at his reflection as he took some time to clear his mind. He stared at his short, onyx hair, his bright gold eyes which were originally dark green but the eyes of truth were active at the moment. He wiped the face that attracted many women who crossed his path through the years but was quick to reject them as he concentrated. The slayer sighed; he knew he should have given them a chance before tonight considering it could be his last.
Suddenly, the heavy mist around thickened even more and the temperature dropped. His breath could be seen at this point and he felt dark presence directly behind him. He swung around to take witness of the being. It stood tall, clad in a black robe that covers its head completely. The being had a scythe in its grasped, the moon reflected of the blade, giving it a darker, more fearing presence. He immediately knew who it was.
“If it isn't the acclaimed demon slayer of Germany, Allen Von Ferdiand, It has been far too long…” The cloaked being said.
“Yes and I was hoping to keep it that way, Death.” He retorted, slowly reaching for the blade in his cloak.
“Rest easy, I have not come for you yet. I come only to give you a warning.” Allen raised his eye brows at death’s last comment and released the vice grip he had on the blade.
“The one you seek is hiding in a run down chapel further in the forest. He awaits your arrival.” The reaper said.
Allen’s eyes flared with determination. The location of the creature rekindled the flame of revenge that rested within his soul. Knowing that he was so close brought a smirk to the young slayer’s face.
“So what do you want? I can tell that you aren’t nice enough to just give me the information without a price.” Allen remarked, pulling out his unfinished apple and proceded to take a bite out of it.
Death laughed and pulled out a scroll from under his robe and handed to him. The scroll was sealed and looked like it would not open with a mere representation of force.
“You are very sharp, there is something I would like you do to. The soul of the creature is very special and cannot be released into the world without proper arrangements. If you defeat him, lay this scroll on its body and it will do the rest.”
“What!? There isn't any point in doing. I don't know what you are planning but I'm not going to be a pawn in your little sche-”
Before Allen could finish, the reaper lifted him from his neck, off his feet. Death held him with his left hand, while lifting the scythe to the boy's cheek with his right.
“You will listen to my demands, demon slayer, or else you will know what the consequences will be.”
He let the tip of the blade make contact with his cheek. Suddenly, Allen felt all of his strength disappear. Color immediately faded from his face, as did the warmth from his body. The fear of actual death resonated from his eyes. The reaper grinned beneath the shade of the hood and decided that that was enough of a warning shot. He removed the blade and dropped him on the ground. Allen slowly got on all fours. He shifted his sight towards the dark being, staring him down the eyes of truth that strode along with the massive feeling of killer intent.
“Well now that you understand what you are up against if you choose to defy me, I will be on my way.” the reaper said, as he let the mist overcome his form, making a very cliché exit.
After regaining his composure, Allen continued onto the final leg of the mission. He explored and raced through the mighty depths of the forest, avoiding illusions and surviving the treacherous landscape. The farther he went, the close he felt the target’s presence. His mind wandered back to his ordeal with the reaper. He just couldn’t figure out what he was planning, but it was certain that it wasn’t anything to be happy about. Either way he looked at it. Allen couldn’t escape from this fight.
“I'm here…”
Allen reached his destination. To be honest, it was different than he had imagined it to be. The structure was only about two stories tall, vines and weeds grew from all sides, indicating the lack of lawn care. Although all in all, the church didn’t have a menacing feel to it, but that was only true for a about a second. Suddenly, Allen was struck by an immense feeling of malice from the inside as he placed his foot on the first step. It wasn’t anything the young slayer wasn’t use to, but it was enough to run chills through his bones. His hands rested firmly on the handles. They hesitated from swinging the doors open, but he knew he had no choice in the matter. Allen ripped the fragile doors from their hinges and pulled out his blade from the inside of his cloak. In front of the slayer, a man kneeling in front of the broken statue of Christ. A hole in the ceiling illuminated the man in a perfect oval of light.
“I see you still have a flare for the dramatic, Alexander!” Allen yelled, entering a defensive stance.
The white haired man lifted his face to reveal piercing green eyes and a maniacal grin plastered on his face.
“Now Allen…is that any way to speak to your father?” Alexander questioned as he stood up from his spot.
“Quiet! You aren’t my father anymore. Not after what you did to my mother!” Allen retorted, clearly trying to hold back his anger.
“Oh right, how long ago was that? Oh I remember. It will have been 10 years today since I drank the blood of that weak whore.”
Allen snapped at the man’s insult. In a matter of seconds, the shimmering blade was inches away from from Alexander's head, but he caught it with right hand before it made impact.
“Don’t underestimate me boy!”
Alexander said as his left arm began to change form. The skin on his arm turned grey and smooth and his hand
Allen's eyes wide open upon the transformation. He immedtely let go of the sword and jumped over him, avoiding the powerful swipe of the claw. Allen unleashed a powerful roundhouse kick in midair, it connected with Alexander's face, sending him into the chruch wall. During his flight across the church hall, Alexander released the sword from his hand and it clattered on the wood flooring.
Allen landed on his knees and His eyes wandered over to his former father. The man stood up without a scratch on him. Alexander ran his mutated claw through the flowing white hair and dusting off the tattered robes he wore on his figure. Once finished he locked eyes with the slayer. At that very moment, To the pair it felt as if they were reading each others souls by scanning their eyes. A hardened resolve burned bright in Allen which Alexander took note off, but he also noticed something else...Something he, himself, had not felt in a very,very long time. The infallible spark of humanity shone brightly, it was evident that he would not falter. His Son, on the other hand, saw something dark within his father. In an instant, Countless years of bloodshed washed over him like flood! The blanket of murderous intent covered those emerald eyes, anticipating the oncoming conflict.
The deep silence was finally broken by Alexander, He asked a simple question.
"Shall we begin?"
Allen crouched, ready to make a break for his sword.
"Lets..."
The young slayer dashed toward his weapon, but the monster had anticipated the move. His left arm began to morph into a leathery grey extention, a black aura surrounded it's entire length. He swung his mutated arm, releasing a shroud of evil energy. It tool the form of his claw and made its way toward Allen. He dodged the black claw and it made contact with floor, completely destroying the spot it touched. Allen only looked back for a second, noticing what looked like a dark colored fire where he once stood. The results of the technique were frighting, he just kept running, each step was nessicary as it brought him closer to the weapon.
He was just an inch away, so close that he could touch the hilt with his fingertips. But it seems that luck wasn't on his side, as another claw of black energy overshadowed him. A burst of the flames covered the wood and it flickered with wild furocity. Alexander displayed a wicked smile on his face waving off the remaining black energy from his right arm, revealing that it too transformed.
"Well that was dissapointing. I thought you would have lasted longer than that." He said, walking toward the flames.
As Alexander made his way to the flames of his Vile Shroud Technique, his mind wandered. The beast's thoughts ranged from what he planned to do to the remains of his son to what he was going to devour for his morning meal. Aside from everything else, one thing was clear. The world had one less demon slayer to attend to...or atleast that was before he a small blue light pierce the vile shroud flames. As he took another step to inspect this odd occurance, the light expanded and extinguished the flames. Standing in the epicenter of the light was none other than Allen, spinning a chained sliver cross pendant, which held a blue gem in the center, that was imbued in that very light. The energy that purged the flames seemed to have surrounded Allen like a circular barrier. Alexander also noticed Allen mumbling words under his breath, he only heard one
"Didnt see that coming, did you?" Allen said proudly, holding a small smirk on his features.
Alexander's face expression switched from confusion to disgust in with the appearence of Allen's surprising power.
"You wretch! How could a brat like you learn to control divine energy?"
"It wasn't easy, I guess setting the desire to avenge Mother was enough motivation to get me through the training."
Allen gripped the black damacus sword in his hand and the divine cross in another. At first glance the damacus seemed like an ordinary sword, well aside from the missing guard, but looks can be decieving. He wrapped cross around the hilt of the sword. To Alexander's surprise, the two began to fuse to together, conguring the bright light once again.
"This feeling... Is this the strength of divinity?" He questioned, Covering his eyes.
"Alexander, the real battle begins now!" Allen shouted as the light was expelled.
Shimmering in his hand, was a magnificent silverly-white blade. It adorned a cross shaped guard with arrow shaped tips. The sword held a long, shimmering blue crystal in the middle. Finally at the end of the handle was a tiny cross pendant attached by a silver chain.
Allen wasted no time, he dashed toward Alexander swung the sword in a wide horizontal arc. The demon ducked and sent his claw racing towards the slayer's abdomen. Allen side-stepped, barely avoiding the assult. Alexander congured the black energy again, this time covering both of his arms. Allen jumped back and readied his blade, holding it in front of him. The demon thrusted his right arm, launched the energy shroud at an almost unreadble speed. Allen jumped and dodged the claw only meet face to face with the second one that hid behind it. Alexander forged a wicked smile on his features, there was no way that he would be able to avoid the second energy shroud. But his smile quickly eroded as he saw his technique cut in half. Allen's blade glissened in blue light as it sliced clean through the evil mass.
"Is that the best you can do?" Allen said as he positioned his blade near his hip, as if he was sheathing it.
His opponent let out angry roar as he charged his own flesh and blood, enveloping himself in a cloak of manipulated darkness. It only took a few seconds for Alexander to reach his son. He was inches away from ending everything, his engulfed figure ready to incinerate the bane of his existance. But amidst all this, Allen didn't look worried. He saw that stoic, powerful gaze in his eyes. As he wondered as to why this was, he felt a burning sensation in his chest. A surge of pain flooded through every cell in his body. The shining blade slashed through chest, blood rushing out in a wild splatter. The dark flames that covered his body were quickly extinguished the moment Allen's sword made contact. The force of the attack sent Alexander flying into the same wall had been aquianted with eariler. This time though, he broke through the wall, landing back first into the dirt.
Allen walked through the hole in the wall, stopping right in front of his father. He set the tip of his sword against his neck, slightly penetrating the skin.
"You have no idea..." He began slipping it in, slowly and painfully.
"How long I have been waiting for this..." He placed both hands on the handle of the sword.
But Just as Allen was about to sink in final blow, Alexander Let out a pirecing roar and Black flames erupted all around him. The slayer jumped back and raised his sword in a defensive stance. He watched as the flames began to flare up, he also saw the being within the fire change forms. The man began to grow bulging muscles, his hands and feet transvered into claws. His chest grew a Bushel of hair and his face became more animalistic, producing razor sharp fangs. Finally He produced large, leathery wings that flapped away black flames.
"Well, this doesn't look good..."
The beast let out a shriek that echoed into the far reaches of the forest. It jumped towards Allen at an Inhuman speed and grabbed ahold of him. It threw Allen into a set of tattered pews, spliting them into broken pieces. Before Allen could try to get up, the Man bat was already flying above him. It released another roar, this time at close range. The force of the vibrations sent him flying across the floor board. Allen back tucked onto his feet, holding the divine blade at his side. The manbat began to engulf itself in the wild flames once more, ready to end the struggle. Allen gripped the hilt of his sword, producing divine energy from the crystal center. The energy accumulated, creating a vast amount of blue light around the sword.
The light and the dark stared each other down, knowing the time had finally come. They both dashed at each other, nearing one another with every single second that passed. As they clashed, the attacks created a bright light followed by a wave of dust. As it cleared, Allen stood behind Alexander, who's body was literally smoking.Allen had just slashed through his mother's murderer.
The body fell onto the broken floor board in a steaming pile. The body reverted back to its human form and it started to glow, indicating that the soul was trying to get out. Allen walked in front of the body with seldom look on his face. He removed Death’s scroll from his shredded cloak and threw it on top of Alexander’s corpse. The scroll broke its seal and began to rap around the body, giving it the appearance of a mummy. Then a dark portal opened up from the beneath the mummy and swallowed it into what he suspected was the underworld.
Allen stared at the spot where Alexander disappeared. It was finally finished. The monster who ended the life of his mother had received judgment at the hands of the prodigal son. Allen reached for his blade and stabbed it into the spot, helping him keep steady.
“Mom, it’s finally over. I’m sorry it took so long.” Allen said as he fell to one knee. He stared up into the night sky and tears fell from his eyes. The demon’s slayers most important fight had finally ended. Allen was finally free from the ghosts of his past.
...Or was he?
A black hole opened up in the ceiling of a dark room. The only means of Lumination were orbs of light that leavitated at the four corners of a stone tablet. From the occular opening, a mummifed body fell onto the stone tablet. From the shadows, tiny horned creatures ran to the body. They circled it, deciding on which limb to devour first. But before they had a chance to eat, A hooded figure appeared. The figure dropped the hood, reavealing a clean skull underneath.
"Begone! He is a special corpse. You will have to eat one of the lesser beings insted."
The creatures reluctantly obeyed, seeing there was no way they would win against Death.
Once they left, Death approached the tablet, hungrly observing his subject.
"Ah yes, Alexander. What a fine specimen you are. King Raleigh will be pleased with you."
The living skeleton snapped his fingers and the room went dark.
