lord Manda, King of Mu
May 14th, 2007, 05:03 PM
One of the many interlocking stories of the Kaiju Ultraverse Darkness Returns happens 6 months after the events in Godzilla Cataclism. Which will eventuall be written enjoy.
Darkness Returns
As the moon rose to its zenith a figure in dark robes strode into the dark forest in Eastern Europe. In the dim light that would have left others blind was clear as midday to the shrouded figure. A low rumble from behind caused the figure to pause and turn. Raising his hand he whispered something in a language that had not been uttered for over a thousand years in this region. The rumble repeated itself then several thuds followed as the figure turned and headed deeper into the forest. Gazing towards the sky the figure quickened his pace. He only had a short time before the spell he had been working on for the past thirty years would be useless for another hounded. The cloaked man stopped at the edge of a vast bog. A white mist enshrouded the black waters obscuring any way across. The man brought his hands together in a praying posture. Uttering more of the dark speech the waters began to bubble then they moved aside to reveal a stone bridge. The figure hastily cross the ancient structure to the entrance to a mighty dead tree. The dark figure crept between the roots descending into a system of caves.
After many twists and turns in the catacombs below the great tree he came to a set of destroyed doors. Creeping past the debris into a vast room. Here the darkness seemed to lay within the room as if a thing alive. The figure moved past a large ornately carved fireplace and moved to a opening in that wall. Within the opening was darkness, darker than that in the room. The blackness was broken by pinpoints of light that made the opening look like a view of the night sky only the opening faced horizontally instead of vertically. He stooped in front of the opening and producing a piece of white chalk the man drew a inverted pentagram on the floor and outlined it with a circle. Once he had finished the drawing he thin produced a bag from his cloak. Laying it next to the outline he emptied its contents onto the floor. The contents full skeleton of a man was not hard to come by. There was an over abundance of death in the world today. The figure smiled as he thought of the events of the past six months. Mankind had become a endangered species roughly one third of the worlds population was destroyed in the cataclysms of the second war between the five races and the remnants of the Daemon Empire. He himself had fought in the final battle at Mt Fuji. Now with the usurpers out of the way he could bring his master to the world. Placing the bones along the lines of the drawing, and finally placing the skull in the center of the symbol. The figure then turned to regard a hole in the ceiling of the chamber. The moon above slowly began to disappear behind the shadow of the lunar eclipse.
“It’s begun.” He whispered as he took out a wickedly curved dagger from his cloak. He reached out his boney arm and drew the dagger across his forearm, spilling his blood onto the dark symbol. As the blood continued to drip he began to chant in a low tone in the dark tongue of his master. As he chanted the darkness within the room flowed into the starry void where it began to collect into a shape. The dark shape strode passed the necromancer moving towards a mirror on the far wall. The shadow disappearing into the mirror. The necromancer stopped chanting and turned to the mirror. Two red clawed hands shot forth through the mirror followed by a set of cloven hooves, and finally a tall muscular torso with a head crowned by a set of great black horns. A pair of yellow cat like eyes opened to regard the world. The great red best took a massive breath.
“I am reborn.” The creature stated in a dark voice that shook the earth. His eyes then turned to the figure beneath him. “You summoned me?” The figure bowed low.
“I did my master.” He hissed a reply. The creature let forth a great laugh that shook the sanctum to its foundation.
“Long have I been gone to return to find humans serve my father and I.” It spoke.
“This world had changed much since your defeat.” The human returned.
“Who are you?”
“I am Darros master. Servant of the void and master of the necromantic arts.”
“Very well Darros you have served me well, but tell me of the world.”
“There is too much to tell my lord, but we must make haste to my sanctum.”
“What is so wrong with my home here.” The creature said as he gestured around him.
“Your presence will be discovered before long…”
“Then let them come.” The monster roared. “I fear no creature living or dead.” Darros bowed lower
“Begging your pardon my lord but you are not as powerful as you once were.” The red beast grabbed the man and held him at eye level to him.
“What do you mean by that?” The monster hissed, his grip tightening around Darros’ neck.
“Look for yourself.” He said in a half strangled gurgle. “You still bear the wound from the Alachorn of the Unicorn stallion.” At his words the giant threw to man down and looked. A gapping hole sat in his lower midsection where the horn had pierced his hide. The beast then brought his right hand up and examined it as well. A long gash from the boy’s sword remained, neither wound had healed over all this time.
“You speak the truth my servant.” The creature remarked. “We shall go then.” He stated as he turned to the mirror and pointed…
Nothing happened. The beast pointed again with the same result. Keeping his head low Darros pulled at his master’s sleeve.
“The magic here is spent my lord.” The creature cursed in his dark tongue that caused Darros’ nose to bleed. Wiping the blood from his face the acolyte continued. “We must go by way of my steed.”
“What steed could possibly be grand enough for me?” The horned giant asked. Darros looked at his master and smiled.
“Follow me and you shall see.”
The Two figures stood at the forest’s edge one a skeletal man, the other a eight foot red giant with a pair of massive horns crowning its head.
“Where is this steed of yours.” The giant spoke as he shifted position. Every where his cloven hooves touched the earth became as ash. The smaller man did not reply instead he uttered a phrase in a ancient tongue. When he finish there was a rumble that that shook the earth and from over a low rise to the two’s left came a massive form. The creature stood tall as sixteen story building. There was no muscle or skin on the creature, only ivory colored bone. Two green flames sat where eyes once peered. The skeleton monster let forth a low rumble.
“Such a magnificent specimen.” The red giant marveled. “It resembles no dragon I know, what is this beast?”
“It is Necros my warhorse made from the bones of a mighty creature that burned an entire city to ash.”
“Impressive, what was its name?”
“Godzilla.”
Darkness Returns
As the moon rose to its zenith a figure in dark robes strode into the dark forest in Eastern Europe. In the dim light that would have left others blind was clear as midday to the shrouded figure. A low rumble from behind caused the figure to pause and turn. Raising his hand he whispered something in a language that had not been uttered for over a thousand years in this region. The rumble repeated itself then several thuds followed as the figure turned and headed deeper into the forest. Gazing towards the sky the figure quickened his pace. He only had a short time before the spell he had been working on for the past thirty years would be useless for another hounded. The cloaked man stopped at the edge of a vast bog. A white mist enshrouded the black waters obscuring any way across. The man brought his hands together in a praying posture. Uttering more of the dark speech the waters began to bubble then they moved aside to reveal a stone bridge. The figure hastily cross the ancient structure to the entrance to a mighty dead tree. The dark figure crept between the roots descending into a system of caves.
After many twists and turns in the catacombs below the great tree he came to a set of destroyed doors. Creeping past the debris into a vast room. Here the darkness seemed to lay within the room as if a thing alive. The figure moved past a large ornately carved fireplace and moved to a opening in that wall. Within the opening was darkness, darker than that in the room. The blackness was broken by pinpoints of light that made the opening look like a view of the night sky only the opening faced horizontally instead of vertically. He stooped in front of the opening and producing a piece of white chalk the man drew a inverted pentagram on the floor and outlined it with a circle. Once he had finished the drawing he thin produced a bag from his cloak. Laying it next to the outline he emptied its contents onto the floor. The contents full skeleton of a man was not hard to come by. There was an over abundance of death in the world today. The figure smiled as he thought of the events of the past six months. Mankind had become a endangered species roughly one third of the worlds population was destroyed in the cataclysms of the second war between the five races and the remnants of the Daemon Empire. He himself had fought in the final battle at Mt Fuji. Now with the usurpers out of the way he could bring his master to the world. Placing the bones along the lines of the drawing, and finally placing the skull in the center of the symbol. The figure then turned to regard a hole in the ceiling of the chamber. The moon above slowly began to disappear behind the shadow of the lunar eclipse.
“It’s begun.” He whispered as he took out a wickedly curved dagger from his cloak. He reached out his boney arm and drew the dagger across his forearm, spilling his blood onto the dark symbol. As the blood continued to drip he began to chant in a low tone in the dark tongue of his master. As he chanted the darkness within the room flowed into the starry void where it began to collect into a shape. The dark shape strode passed the necromancer moving towards a mirror on the far wall. The shadow disappearing into the mirror. The necromancer stopped chanting and turned to the mirror. Two red clawed hands shot forth through the mirror followed by a set of cloven hooves, and finally a tall muscular torso with a head crowned by a set of great black horns. A pair of yellow cat like eyes opened to regard the world. The great red best took a massive breath.
“I am reborn.” The creature stated in a dark voice that shook the earth. His eyes then turned to the figure beneath him. “You summoned me?” The figure bowed low.
“I did my master.” He hissed a reply. The creature let forth a great laugh that shook the sanctum to its foundation.
“Long have I been gone to return to find humans serve my father and I.” It spoke.
“This world had changed much since your defeat.” The human returned.
“Who are you?”
“I am Darros master. Servant of the void and master of the necromantic arts.”
“Very well Darros you have served me well, but tell me of the world.”
“There is too much to tell my lord, but we must make haste to my sanctum.”
“What is so wrong with my home here.” The creature said as he gestured around him.
“Your presence will be discovered before long…”
“Then let them come.” The monster roared. “I fear no creature living or dead.” Darros bowed lower
“Begging your pardon my lord but you are not as powerful as you once were.” The red beast grabbed the man and held him at eye level to him.
“What do you mean by that?” The monster hissed, his grip tightening around Darros’ neck.
“Look for yourself.” He said in a half strangled gurgle. “You still bear the wound from the Alachorn of the Unicorn stallion.” At his words the giant threw to man down and looked. A gapping hole sat in his lower midsection where the horn had pierced his hide. The beast then brought his right hand up and examined it as well. A long gash from the boy’s sword remained, neither wound had healed over all this time.
“You speak the truth my servant.” The creature remarked. “We shall go then.” He stated as he turned to the mirror and pointed…
Nothing happened. The beast pointed again with the same result. Keeping his head low Darros pulled at his master’s sleeve.
“The magic here is spent my lord.” The creature cursed in his dark tongue that caused Darros’ nose to bleed. Wiping the blood from his face the acolyte continued. “We must go by way of my steed.”
“What steed could possibly be grand enough for me?” The horned giant asked. Darros looked at his master and smiled.
“Follow me and you shall see.”
The Two figures stood at the forest’s edge one a skeletal man, the other a eight foot red giant with a pair of massive horns crowning its head.
“Where is this steed of yours.” The giant spoke as he shifted position. Every where his cloven hooves touched the earth became as ash. The smaller man did not reply instead he uttered a phrase in a ancient tongue. When he finish there was a rumble that that shook the earth and from over a low rise to the two’s left came a massive form. The creature stood tall as sixteen story building. There was no muscle or skin on the creature, only ivory colored bone. Two green flames sat where eyes once peered. The skeleton monster let forth a low rumble.
“Such a magnificent specimen.” The red giant marveled. “It resembles no dragon I know, what is this beast?”
“It is Necros my warhorse made from the bones of a mighty creature that burned an entire city to ash.”
“Impressive, what was its name?”
“Godzilla.”