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February 26th, 2005, 09:04 AM
ROOSTVILLE: THE SERIES
Episode Number 5:
Revenge of Apocalypse Part 5: A Stake In The Devil's Heart
RECAP: After years of being locked away, the Council Of Death's messenger of destruction, Hellspawn emerged from the burial chamber beneath his mansion to fight alongside the forces of darkness again in an attempt to claim the Earth Realm. The Blue Devil, intent on playing mind games appeared before Morgoth and Saruman, the Dark Lords of Roostville and discovered their apprentice Melkor had evil hidden inside of him. Learning of this fact that Blue Devil spared Melkor's life. William D. Fix was crucified and mutilated at the hands of the Blue Devil's magic and turned into the Neo-Crucifer and sent out to kill Afiag. As Afiag and the Neo-Crucifer became locked in mortal combat, Hellspawn and Zax, Emperor of Darkness continued their quarrel... The Neo Crucifer was killed by Afiag, as UberGeek, Spawn of Kenny summoned the other Guardians to join him atop of Mount Rodan. The Blue Devil tricked Hellspawn into doing his biding and sent him to kill Afiag, were the Neo-Crucifer failed. In the end though, the struggle may have been hopeless as the Blue Devil and Hellspawn merged their minds with each other and Apocalypse was reborn! Apocalypse summoned up enough energy to blow up the Earth in one blast, as we begin the fifth and final episode of: THE REVENGE OF APOCALYPSE.
February 28th, 2005, 07:54 PM
There was a feeling of anxiety among the living. A tense feeling of hatred and depression, a sense of all hope being lost was spreading through the world like madness. Citizens of the world wherever their location may be, could see the blackened sky as the purple bolts of thunder and lightning came crashing unto the face of mother Earth and burning her precious land. Somewhere in the middle of this insanity was Zax, Emperor Of Darkness, laying dead on the ground. Killed by the horrific demon, Hellspawn. Zax, Emperor Of Darkness was now the proclaimed, Emperor of Corpses... It was truly a pity to see all of his potential go to waste. The sight of his horribly disfigured and mutilated body was proof that all hope was lost for mankind. What was done to him would be done to others...
However, not all was as it seemed at first. Zax's body was bloody and beaten but perfectly intact. His mind and core conscience were still alive. And every single part of Zax that made him who he was fortunately still intact. Zax was not dead, as everyone had claimed. He was not gone from the face of the Earth forever. Zax, Emperor Of Darkness, was merely lying in a temporary state of dormancy. A few of the small animals and other ghastly creatures that lived in caves and small holes on Mount Rodan crawled about and surrounded Zax's sleeping body. Bugs and other nasty critters crawled unto him and began to eat away. It was then that a purple bolt from the darkened sky struck Zax's body and reawakened the demonic Emperor of Destruction.
Zax's eyes popped open as the bolt from above hit him. His fingers began to twist and turn, his body began to shiver and move around. Slowly Zax was recovering from both his injuries and deep sleep. The proclaimed Emperor Of Darkness stood up and using his hands he wiped himself clean of the insects crawling all over him and chased off the animals that were standing around. One of the animals was a small and furry creature and he grabbed it moments before it could runaway and escape his wrath. Zax observed and admired the small creature. As a child he was never a big fan of animals and enjoyed tortures the mice and other beasts he found around his house. Zax squeezed the small animals with all his might until the poor thing exploded in the palm of his hand. Blood splattered all over Zax's face, and he knew that was what he was going to do to Hellspawn or anyone for that matter, who came in his way.
The Emperor Of Darkness was not in a mood for playing games anymore. No, and with his powers replenished and twice the times his strength than he had possessed before he felt ready and able to continue serving the Blue Devil and the Council Of Death in the Holy Wars against the Guardians the Utopians. Zax was promised that he would have riches and power beyond his wildest dreams if he served them willing. He was promised a chance to rule with the power of a dictator over all he wanted if he served his masters willingly. Matthias had shown him the vision and he took great pride in working as hard as possible for that goal. Zax would never give up in the struggle to claim the Earth for the pathetic creatures that inhabited it now. He would never give in and never yield until he possessed all otherwise he possessed nothing.
It was the time for actions not words. It was the time for Zax to set himself free the shackles that kept him bounded and ascend into a more powerful demi-god and make himself boundless. The time for Zax, to take absolute control over all that stood in his way was now. He knew what he had to do, and it wasn't going to be an easy task for him alone. It wasn't going to be a difficult task either for him to perform as long as he maintained his present occupation as the Zaxobite. As long as the powers of the Leviathan, which the Blue Devil had bestowed upon him, were still active Zax's true power was unlimited. There was nothing he couldn't do if thought hard enough. But even so, his new powers were still somewhat of a mystery to him as he was only knew to the demon way of life.
"The ungrateful fool thought I had no idea what power truly is? Thought I was too immature to know what power truly is. Too inexperience to appreciate it," Zax laughed with an evil grin, "Can the Blue Devil not see, now, that I know more about power than he cares to even realize. Knowledge is power. Nothing he called me? Could I have made this far if I were nothing? The fool greatly underestimates my true power and extra potential. I am no mere fool!"
Zax stared into his hands as they began to glow with the energy of the cosmos pouring in and out of them. Zax smiled, as he knew the Dark Gods of Hell, The Leviathan, Kronos, Anubus, and Lucifer were embracing him. He could feel the power of all the Great War lords and monarchs of the demons being bestowed upon him... Being poured into his heart, and etched into soul. The power of Hell itself was carved into Zax's face. Zax was being embraced by divine evil and hatred in its purest forms, and soon enough his endurance was a greater resistance level than before. Zax was Hell. The embodiment of all the Dark Gods who fought to claim the Earth in the long since forgotten past had granted him their powers.
"I am the Chosen One," Zax said to himself, "Picked out single handedly by destiny to rule over this universe and all of its citizens who are destined to bow beneath me!"
The Emperor Of Darkness stepped forward and called out to the Dark Gods of the Night, to thank them for granting him their precious powers. Zax was pleased with them, and promised he would make them all proud. The Emperor Of Darkness then held his fists out as immense power began to shine from him in an aura of yellow as his cape was being blown in the wind. Zax then jolted himself towards the sky and found he was soaring through the air. There was a new power source he was sensing, a new and yet familiar presence. Zax took it upon himself to fly to this new warrior and investigate at once.
The power source that had been detected by Zax was the very life force of Apocalypse himself. The mightiest warrior ever to walk the Earth, the most feared behemoth of legends passed down. Apocalypse was a monstrous beast, an enormous monstrosity that stood tall and proud, towering over Afiag and all the Guardians. It was a magnificent sight to see, such a monster had only arisen once in the past. Apocalypse's appearance was the very personification of Hellspawn and the Blue Devil's twisted hearts and souls merged into one all-powerful life form.
Apocalypse, the mammoth miscreant and fiend himself, drew himself forward as he smiled with glee. Everyone took the time to watch his hands as energy from all around was swirling like crazy and formed a massive ball of energy, flesh and blood in the palms of his hand. They all knew the danger that came with such power. It was enough power in the entire universe to blow up the Earth with one blast, and Apocalypse was not afraid to unleash his great power. The total destruction of the Earth did not matter to Apocalypse; he could easily rebuild it once all of its souls were claimed as his own.
The Guardians were frozen on the spot as their mouths dropped open and watched helplessly at the great predominate potency that Apocalypse was threatening to destroy them all with. Afiag paid no attention to the energy; his arrogance and ego had driven him to the point where he believed he had nothing to fear. He truly believed that Apocalypse was a weak coward, and could not destroy him... Afiag believed that Apocalypse's threat to destroy the Earth was a pathetic bluff. If the Guardians didn't intervene soon that Afiag would learn that this was no bluff... that hard way.
The Angel of Darkness had not moved an inch, as his eyes came into contact with the evil eyes that were spying from Apocalypse's head, and all he could see... All Afiag could think of, was the Blue Devil, and the hate he possessed for him. He intently looked into Apoclaypse's soul and all that was there was the Blue Devil, staring back at him and trying to destroy him. Afiag's hatred for the Blue Devil grew as he looked away, and UberGeek's eyes came into contact with Apocalypse's eyes. What UberGeek saw inside of Apocalypse was Hellspawn's evil and arrogance fueling the demon. Hellspawn was the driving force of Apocalypse's powers, or so UberGeek had thought.
The uprising of the Holy Wars had begun. The armies of both sides, dark and light, were diminished easily... now all that remained were a small band of heroes and a dark emissary of evil locked in a battle that would rage across the universe until the very end of time itself. The Holy Wars were reaching a rather vague end, and the winner of this fight would determine which side, dark or light, would rule over the Earth Realm and the universe itself. This battle was more serious than any other battle ever fought in the past. Not even the previous battle with Apocalypse had the stakes raised this high. The ending was nearing and would be seen by sunrise.
"Fear nothing, for soon it shall be over, my friends," Apocalypse had said to the Guardians now, just as he had said to Afiag and the RMBs in the past when he crucified them, "All over."
Apoclaypse was ready to unleash his powerful energy ball now to totally wipe out civilization, as we knew it. He pulled his arms back as they sucked up even more energy, making the ball even stronger and more powerful... Apocalypse wanted a weapon that could not only take out the planet, but the entire solar system as well. As the energy was being pulled into the ball, Apocalypse's physical strength was being increased from over exposure to such great amounts of limitless power. Apocalypse glided into the air and flew far above the Guardians until all they could see was a tiny dot in the sky.
Afiag was looking up at Apocalypse and smiling. In his heart he felt it was all a bluff, or an illusion, that Apocalypse would never risk blowing up the Earth. And for the matter, that Apocalypse would never be able to possess enough power to in the first place. Afiag felt he had enough power in himself to destroy two solar systems, and greatly doubted as well as underestimated Apocalypse's great power. Afiag's own arrogance was shining with great pride.
Everything was quiet as each Guardian watched helplessly and shed a tear; all hope seemed to be lost. They all knew that the only way they has defeated Apocalypse in the past was through a person who was pure of heart, willingly sacrificing himself to save her friends rather than saving herself. There was no one else in the world that was pure of heart like the Princess of Space; at least no one else they could find now. And if they would be willing to die, was another question... Everything seemed to be in favor of Apocalypse; it was now time for him to commit his revenge against those who defiled his dreams of power before. The battle was in Apoclaypse's favour, or was it?
The sounds of bats crying and screeching could be heard as they came in from the distance. The Guardians turned about in amazement and were astonished at what they saw. Afiag saw no pleasure or amusement in what he saw, just anger. It was an entire swarm of Afiags... the other Afiag's... The personality components that were running wild, of past and future versions of himself. The Angel of Life was there in the crowd, as well as the unforgettable Super Jet Jaguar. Each of them came swooping in like a pack of wild bats to ward off Apocalypse. Even in the darkest hour there is a light, and in this scenario the light was Afiag.
It was now the tides were going to turn in favour of the Guardians and the Defenders of Earth. Apocalypse finally let go of his energy ball and throw it down unto the Earth. Time began to slow as the ball moved through the air and Apocalypse eagerly anticipated its impact with Mount Rodan. He could not wait for the collision that was about to happen. It would mean the end of the world for the humans, and the beginning of a new era and age for the forces of darkness. Apocalypse had more of the Blue Devil's ambitions controlling him this time, and hoped to take control over the Council Of Death once Earth was destroyed.
The swarm of Afiags flew into position and while they were air born they attacked Apocalypse's powerful energy ball and consumed it. Some of the Afiags heralded themselves at it to try to destroy it while the rest formed a barrier in the air... Each and every Afiag had been united together against the enemy in that short struggle and managed to deflect the energy ball into space. Unfortunately, each and every Afiag was destroyed trying to save the Earth Realm. The Angel of Life, Super Jet Jaguar, and the others... were all gone now and forever. Dead. They could never come back... and they would never be apart of the real Afiag. All that remained was Afiag, Angel of Darkness.
The Dark God Rodan came soaring through the sky and lashed out its power action against Apocalypse, who was still trying to overcome the aftermath of witnessing his powerful ball of energy be deflected and destroyed by a mere swarm of bats. Apocalypse was not ready for what happened and the Dark God Rodan took out its claws and began to claw away at Apocalypse and tried to force him into submission. It was now the Apocalypse facing a winged beast. As Apocalypse glared into the eyes of the Dark God Rodan, he saw the face of someone he had easily defeated in the past. Someone who feared him... and that fear became fuel for Apocalypse.
It was man against beast, as Apocalypse continues his clash with the Dark God Rodan. Blood was spraying forth from both of the combatants involved in the epic war of the ages. The Dark God Rodan kept swinging its divine claws into Apocalypse's hyde, who countered back by trying to break every bone in the Guardian's miserable body. Both of them clashed like God and Lucifer, locked in Armageddon, the never-ending war between fought until the end of time. It was a truly horrific battle to witness first hand. Most of the Guardians wished they would never have to see this day in their life times. Only Afiag wanted to be a part of such a war.
"Now," Apocalypse said with a cold and emotionless voice to the Dark God Rodan, "You shall pass unto your way to oblivion."
The Dark God Rodan made one last attempt to dig a wound deep into Apocalypse's skull but it was a fatal attempt as Apocalypse caught the beast's claws before he could make the necessary strike. Apocalypse clinched both of the Dark God Rodan's claws within his hands and broke every bone in them. The Dark God Rodan howled in agonizing pain as it fell back and pulled away from fighting with Apocalypse, and flew to stand with his Guardian allies. Apocalypse was pleased with the pain that he had inflicted in his army. The Guardians all stared back at Apocalypse who swooped down from the sky and made a stand only a few feet from Afiag. The beginning of this war was over, and now it was time for the rising action to take place.
The fire was still burning in all their hearts, and Apocalypse took it upon himself to slit his own wrists with his fingernails and let the blood run red, as a sign to his enemies, to show that just because he had nerves did not necessarily mean that he could feel. Perpetual darkness was everywhere as the blood of Apocalypse dripped from his wrists and spilled unto the ground. The droplets of blood caused a mysterious chain reaction to occur rather suddenly and surprisingly. As the blood hit the ground the Guardians were shocked to see it was corrosive, like acid, and were even more thrilled by what it had done... Apocalypse's corrosive blood had fallen in all the right spots and made the hieroglyphics of the Prophecy of Roostville... More blood poured from Apocalypse's wrists and carved the ancient writings on the tablet that M. Lazarus had discovered when Apocalypse first appeared.
"The prophecies of light that have shown you all the way of the hero, to overcome the darkness," Apocalypse said, "These prophecies that were foreseen thousands of centuries ago, hold nothing. The events of which they foretell have already come to pass, and this is why we shall win on this unrefined day!"
Apocalypse was referring to the Prophecy and the Tablet legends. He took his foot and crushed the markings he had carved into the ground with his own blood. The destruction of the ground where he had carved the prophecy was to show his Guardian enemies, that they had lost this fight. They were following the prophecy for too long and it was leading them to a sudden dead end. That was what Apocalypse wanted his enemies to think and feel. He had to do everything in his power to show them that their struggle was a hopeless one and that he deserved to rightfully claim their souls as his own. It was his destiny. It was Hellspawn's destiny, and The Blue Devil's destiny.
"Prepare yourselves for eternity," Apocalypse whispered coldly, "And let your souls be embraced by my tainted magic, forever more. Dine with me this night, and bathe together in the blood of a thousand dead soldiers and you shall be my brother."
UberGeek, the present leader of the Guardians, no longer knew what to do. Apocalypse's attempt to blow up the entire Earth Realm was thwarted, but what now? Apocalypse was still standing; a demon who towered over any and all men to walk the Earth. There were times when UberGeek has thought that fulfilling the responsibilities of the Mayor's office was a stuff task. Becoming acquainted with his Guardian duties and trying to hold the line in a struggle that was seemingly hopeless always topped his duties as Mayor, as being the more difficult task. He just didn't know what to do. He had to remain positive and use his brain, but he knew of no way to defeat Apocalypse.
The mage Obake Yamato, was also feeling much like UberGeek was about the grim situation; doubtful. Even with of all his mystical powers there was not much he could do against a demon fiend like Apocalypse. Not much at all. Obake's magic and powers were practically useless against the dark arts that Apocalypse possessed. Obake, under normal circumstances felt like a master mage, but compared to Apocalypse, he was the apprentice and Apocalypse was the masterful sorcerer.
Baracylton, the Seatopian High Priest, seemed to know of the only way to possibly defeat Apocalypse and it required more than just the Guardians, Obake and Afiag uniting together to take on the devilish beast. What it required was every men that Emperor Antonio, as well the dwellers of the upper world and land, has to offer to take up arms and fight the demon head on. The military forces of Roostville and the Kaiju Nations had been assembled to fight earlier, but now if they weren't dead then most had retreated. Baracylton took the diamond in his necklace and sent out a psychic call for help... Hopefully the armies of Emperor Antonio would answer Baracylton's call... and answer it soon.
March 1st, 2005, 10:45 PM
At the little garrison where the last of the Kaiju Nations' military forces still managed to survive the world's dire predicament, it was as if time had stopped for the defenders of all that was good.
The eerie phenomena was like when a tornado-generating cell moved in, turning the brightest day into night, causing ears to pop and either fear or awe in minds of every mortal facing such a display of power.
It became very quiet as the demons and Cenobites even halted their suicidal attacks and less noisy efforts to sneak up on the defenders. "is this the end?" Darkside asked.
"I don't know," Bagoth replied.
"The end of what?" Sheriff Jaguar needed to know. He now stood perfectly still, cradling a machine gun he had salvaged from a wrecked tank and was trying to process the atmospheric changes as well as the actions of the enemy.
"IT'S THE END OF THE WORLD!" a militiaman screamed before flinging himself to the ground and beating his fists in the dust. No one moved to stop him as everyone present had their own thoughts. There were a few sobs but for most, a calm dread of the unknown seeped into the stoutest hearts.
The more religious soldiers made the sign of the cross and quietly uttered a prayer, be it for their own souls or that of the Earth itself.
There would be no Princess of Space to save them this time, Raptor figured. Each and everyone there proved they were willing to die for what was good and just, heroes all. If this was indeed the end of the world, what better way to meet it than with comrades in arms, she figured. Still, something was wrong with the scenario. This was not like the tumultous situation that had occurred 65 million years ago when a big rock nearly put an end to her ancestors' reign.
"BATS?!" she exclaimed as they could be heard rapidly approaching. Jet had picked up on them also but not making any better progress figuring out what might be going on.
There were several sighs of relief from the troops behind them even as Apocalypse heaved a great ball of energy toward the Earth. The bats deflected it harmlessly into space, blazing out of existance as they made contact with it.
"Points of light..." Darkside Reject whispered in awe. "Good versus evil as man has never imagined or seen before..." He was smiling, not in the grip of insanity but in realization of what had just happened. It was beyond Jet and Raptor figured he had been out in the sun too long.
"It works for me!" She also smiled and quickly scanned the area to see what their enemies might have made of the sudden turn of events.
March 3rd, 2005, 11:04 PM
RadoGoji attempted to drive the ATBD around to find where he was, when the visons appeared again. Not paying attention to where he was going, he drove across another slope, this time steep enough to flip the ATBD over several times, and into an outcropping of rocks, damaging many of the systems, incuding the comm system, and the tracking beacon. Rado stammered out of the drone and began grabbing at his head. The images were coming at him too fast and it seemed too much for him. He fell to the ground and began rolling around spastically in the fetal position, trying to get it all out of his head, but suddenly, the images overwhelmed him to an extreme he'd never experienced before, and blacked out.
Feeling very dazed and confused, he opened his eyes and let the world come into focus. The place he saw was very unfamiliar. His head hurt a little bit. He got up and dizzily walked around, trying to find his balance. He saw what appeared to be a car of sorts smashed into some rocks. Could this be his car? He tried remembering what happened, anything at all, but he couldn't. He had a vast knowledge of robotics and whatnot that he couldn't comprehend all at once anymore, though he felt as though he should. He felt as if this knowledge was somewhat limited to what felt right to him. In fact, nothing felt right at all. He tried remembering again, but couldn't remember who he even was. He looked in a small pool of water near the rocks and looked at his reflection. Brown hair, greenish eyes and glasses, was this him? If it was, it was kind of a start to remembering. He took off the vest he was wearing and looked at it. There was a patch on the vest that said "RadoGoji." The word seemed very familiar to him, but he didn't know where from. His best hope of any info was to walk into the unknown before him, and look for anyone who might have some answers.
March 9th, 2005, 01:01 PM
Zax was moving into the battlefield like a disgusting rat. He crawled around and kept himself hidden from sight and managed to keep his power level low enough that no one above an ordinary human would be able to his presence. His mystical shield was like a mask that hid his face away. The best element in winning the proclaimed Holy Wars was the element of surprise. Zax had mastered such arts serving his time as the merciless and cruel leader of the notorious Maser City mob. His past experiences helped give him an advantage in this war, as well as his newfound powers.
Sliding behind a rock as if he were a cowering snake, the slithering Emperor of Darkness needed to make sure that everyone thought he had brutalized and killed by Hellspawn. When he heard the footsteps of some human soldiers snooping about he crept behind a massive boulder and stayed out of sight. Zax did not want them to see him for they could possibly alert UberGeek and the others. As the soldiers passed by and Zax went unnoticed, he over heard them talking about the end of the world and among other things, their own past experiences with the Roostville Militia and RBI forces. One of them told his life story, as a U.S. Marine who lost his family, the other, was a grandson of a noble man who died in WW2.
The ruthless and pitiless Zax took the time to cogitate his own memories of what went on behind closed doors at the Maser City mob. The unique life of a mobster, always racing against the clock and trying your best to keep your tracks clean from the cops. Life in the mob had always been about the excitement of it all for Zax. He enjoyed a good police chase, and it was even more fun when the poor coppers got brutally executed in the end. Zax usually would take the bodies of the police officers and send them to their wives and children as "gifts."
The mob was a wonderful life and paid well. It was the only way of life that Zax had ever known until now and it was the only way of life he truly ever enjoyed. The criminal code of conduct was valuable to Zax and had special merit to him aswell personal meaning. Zax was the kind to shoot for a thrill. In the process of living such a horrid lifestyle Zax had made the lives for many people a living Hell. But it was no loss to the merciless mobster; he never really cared for anything or anyone other than the endless thrills of killing. That was all Zax had ever indulged in from the moment he was born. Zax took so much pleasure from killing. It was charming when he saw people shot into a million pieces. It was denial for him when his victims escaped his clutches and survived.
Zax was looking at his memories of the Maser City Mob the way an old man might look back on his younger days of being a youth. Zax was getting the same feeling as the old man would. The mob meant to him what youth meant to the elderly. There was no way for Zax to ever return to that way of life but he did not regret becoming the Zaxobite. It was a chance for him to start a whole new lifestyle. It was a chance for him to make himself even more feared and recognized than he was as the notorious Maser City Mob leader. Besides Zax liked changed, especially when it was within his favor. Change was good when he had something to gain from it and Zax had everything to gain from becoming a Cenobite under the command of the Blue Devil. Power that was absolute was what he wanted the most.
Back to reality, Zax was still standing alone, as he remained hidden behind a massive boulder. The humans had long since walked away from the area while Zax was busy cogitating his past and now the coast was clear for him to continue his top secret journey to where the new presence was being sensed. Zax tried to feel for Hellspawn and the Blue Devil but could not sense either of them. The both of them seemed to not be present on Mt. Rodan, just UberGeek, The Guardians, Afiag and someone knew. Someone he had not sensed or felt before. Likewise, Zax was undecided on whether or not the new presence he detected was friend or foe. Either way it wouldn't matter in the end.
Zax started walking again and as he glided across the landscape of Mt. Rodan he saw broken and beaten bodies laying everywhere in sight. Bodies filled the fields he saw; it was the hungry heroes end. There was no one to play solider now and no one to pretend. It was true; the slaughter never ends. Zax looked at the faces of the dead and dying bodies. A lot of them were RBI and Allied Forces troops of whom he did not recognize or know personally. The other half of the bodies was divided into men that had served him in the mob. They were the various people who willingly served Zax as if he were an Emperor, a Saint, or a great Monarch. The slippery worms that Zax merely saw as slaves.
The Emperor Of Darkness moved in and crept through the bodies as his cape sloped down and touched each of the men walked by. The cold and heartless monster was looking around and glaring into each and every man's face. For each henchmen and lackey he got a good look at, he was filled with delightful memories of their time serving under his mighty rule. Zax continued to stare into the empty faces of his former underlings; weak and worthless now. Their fate was grim from the moment they allied themselves with a murderous ******* like Zax. It was they who sealed their own doom and the heartless fiend felt no remorse over seeing his henchmen have their life taken away. Zax felt they deserved to have their lives taken away from them. They were not worthy of the same fate the Blue Devil provided for him. Not worthy of the fate as a God!
Zax began to remember even more about his time ruling over the dreadful Maser City Mafia. His fondest memories were the slaughter of that whiney swine AnimeFan and the horrific death of that Legion of Doom operative SpaceGamera. Two of the last few people murdered at the hands of Zax. He remembered it all too well; it was just before Matthias arrived at his headquarters when both men were personally executed in the vilest manner for their crimes against Zax and the Maser City Mob. AnimeFan was on his knees both crying and begging for mercy like a poor boy begging for food in that dark corner as each and every man who served Zax loyally opened fire upon him. Not much was left of the body when they had finished with him.
Space Gamera had suffered the same fate at the hands of Zax's loyal minions. The agent had been assigned to go under cover into the Maser City Mafia and infiltrate their ranks so that Maser City would be free of the mob's nefarious reign of terror for good. Project Pimp himself had given Space Gamera the direct order to go undercover, because Pimp had a grudge against Zax for years and had caught on to the truth about Zax's involvement with the Mafia. Space Gamera's mission was to infiltrate the mafia and get proof that Zax was running it. That mission cost Space Gamera his life, maybe even more. The murder of Space Gamera left two little girls fatherless, and unfortunately neither Zax nor Pimp cared about that simple fact.
As Zax continued to step through the field of a thousand dead soldiers there was another face that caught his ruthless attention. The Emperor of Darkness standing tall and proud like a dark shadow of the night walked down upon a dead soul, one that had proved himself to be one of Zax's most loyalist lackeys of all. His name was Jacob MacLeod, and he was a great asset in Zax's organization. Tony MacLeod was his brother who also served under Zax, however Tony was not killed in a battle. Tony was executed personally by Zax after allowing Space Gamera of the Legion of Doom to enter his organization. Tony was the one who recommended Space Gamera to Zax. Both Jacob and Tony were brothers who served time in the militia, as well as in prison after converting to professional smugglers.
Zax had enjoyed his short-lived stay at the field of bodies. It allowed him to take a wonderous trip down the virtues of memory lane. But now he was back in reality again and knew he could no longer waste anymore of his precious time dwelling on those who served him and died. No. There were much greater stakes at risk. High stakes, and Zax needed to make sure the forces of darkness would reign supreme and that good would be forever wiped out of existence. The Emperor of Darkness took for the skies as he flew higher than ever before and made way to meet up with the Guardians and the new presence. Today was a good day to be alive, but perhaps it was an even greater day to die.
March 11th, 2005, 12:29 PM
Afiag’s eyes suddenly turned white, as did his hair, then suddenly went back to black; it was something no one noticed, not Apocalypse, or even Afiag, as it only happened in mere seconds but it had happened. Apocalypse would soon learn never to piss him off. Ever.
Afiag remembered what had happened when the Hero, or Angel of Life if you would call him that, had faced off against Apocalypse. Back then, Apocalypse was weak for the Blue Devil was only at 1%, not having time to gain back his energy, and HellSpawn was a fool. The Angel of Darkness would have walked all over him…but the Demon Huntsmen gave control to the Angel of Life, who in his own right, was strong, but to Afiag the Angel of Darkness he was a weakling, who did not disserve to fight. Afiag ordered that he be let free so that he could end this fight between Apocalypse and himself, but the Angel of Life had made a promise never to revive the Angel of Darkness so he suffered the pain.
Now the Arch Angel of Death, Darkness, and Destruction stood up, ready to fight. Once he was called Kaiser Afiag the Arch Angel of Darkness, ruler of the Universe. He was not from hell, nor was he from Heaven. He was a force of rage, destroying all that was in his path. For some the saying goes "I think therefore I am." Others say "I hate, therefore I exist!" For Afiag it was simply "I kill, therefore I LIVE." That was his way of life. Bounty hunters across the Universe wanted his skin, but they found that hunting him was a mistake they would never be able to repent for. Across the multi galaxies there was one legend of a Phantom Lord, who had seized control of the Universe, and his warrior, the Angel of Darkness. The legend speaks that the Angel of Darkness’s power could ‘level whole mountains, destroy immortals, and defy the word of God,’ and it says that the Phantom Lord’s power was so great that ‘Entire galaxies fell when he came forth from Hell, not even the Gods themselves could stand before him, and that the Universe was nothing more then a play thing.’ It spoke that on the day that the Son of God died upon the Cross, the two would face off and the Angel of Darkness, who had destroyed entire races, would seal away the Phantom Lord within a mountain he had raised from the Earth. Afterwards, it was lost to time what happened to Afiag, only God knowing what had happened.
Afiag would teach Apocalypse to never piss him off. And Apocalypse had done more then that. He had taken away the Blue Devil, before Afiag could finally end their war, he had endangered Elizabeth, and had tried to kill Afiag. Apocalypse would soon learn, and he would never forget that this was not a normal Hero that he was used to fighting. This warrior did not care about the loss of life, nor did he care about pain. He was a being of rage, and rage was a powerful thing for anyone to have. If anyone happened to look on Afiag’s face, they would see no hint of anything, just a terrible emotion they could not understand. What Afiag was feeling was true rage, perhaps never before felt by a mortal.
When Afiag landed on the battlefield he already saw the Guardians were falling. Apocalypse caught sight of Afiag, and sent a powerful blast of Hell Fire, enough to incinerate any living being, even Ancalong. The fires from Hell enveloped Afiag’s form, but suddenly turned back, and formed into a tightly packed fireball, about the size of a fist. With a mere gesture, the Fire Ball disappeared, only shimmering air left. Apocalypse was not totally surprised, but he had not expected that. He would have thought Afiag would try to send the attack back at him, not send it away. Then he noticed the air in front of him shimmering from intense heat…As the fireball reformed, Afiag’s fist slammed into it, sending it flying at Apocalypse, causing an explosion that not only burned Apocalypse, but blew him backwards a good twenty feet.
Apocalypse got up, quickly and fired a blast twice the size of Afiag himself, and he disappeared in the huge flash of light. Ubergeek seriously doubted that Afiag was dead, but he could not tell.
Minsic found Angillis looking out over the battlefield. "Angillis, what’s going on?" "Apocalypse…" That very name turned Minsic’s heart into an iceberg. "…Minsic…I have something back at the base that might help out the guys. Do you know where Rado is?" Angillis asked. "No, we lost contact with him a little while ago. Lets go back and get your new project."
When they reached the base, Angillis entered his code again, and for the first time Minsic noticed a massive form, covered with a tarp. A nearby computer platform had apparently been build right into the ground, and Angillis was typing at it as he ordered Minsic to grab the tarp. Minsic’s eyes nearly bugged out of his head.
"WHAT IS IT?" he said.
"Behold it Minsic! The ultimate in mobile equalizers, the HELL HOUND XA!" Angillis said, gesturing with both arms at his newest and greatest toy.
"What? Angillis, that’s a friggin’ helicopter! How in the heck did you get a hold of that?" Minsic said incredulously, for the device under the top was none other then what had once been an Apache helicopter, the greatest attack helicopter in the world, which was now covered with new gadgets and attachments his partner had made. It rather reminded Minsic of the way Rado would ‘improve’ on his old Lego toys by building what was on the box and then take spare parts and add to them to make the make-believe weapons even more deadly. Never mind that his additions would have made it impossible for the machines to fly, had they been real. And now here Angillis had gone and done the same with a friggin’ Apache helicopter…
"Oh, don’t thank me! Thank a wrongly checked box on some overworked bureaucrat’s in pile!" Angillis said, clearly overjoyed at his new plaything.
"Angillis, those things are only supposed to be owned by the military! You can’t have a military helicopter!"
"Oh but Minsic, this isn’t a military helicopter! This is the HELL HOUND XA!" Even WITH Apocalypse trying to destroy everything in existence, Angillis was as nutty as a fruitcake. "How is this going to help at all?" he asked, giving up on his friend’s sanity. "Well, I got the idea to make this puppy after ready a story, which featured a modified Apache helicopter that not even the Teen Titans could take out, so I improved on the original designs, enhanced the armors heat resistance, increased the power of the shields, and added some more weapons." Angillis was very proud of himself indeed. "How much heat can this thing take?" Minsic asked, knowing he might not like the answer. "Well…It survived a trip into a star OK…so the answer is a lot!" "A star." "Yes, a star. Hey, the Xians owed me one after kidnapping me one time!" He was referring to the Duel of Fates, but Minsic had nothing to do with that so… "I have something else I want to show you!" He led Minsic deeper into his ‘Room’, which had an assortments of all kinds of weapons, some looking downright illegal. Minsic also thought he saw a Doomsday clone in a tube, but thought wise not to ask.
What they eventually stopped at was something Minsic had seen many times before on a show called "Gundams". "What tha…you built a friggin Gundam?" Minsic asked. "Yes…this is the only working one, the others I’m still tinkering with. Beauty about this baby is that it takes energy to charge up its weapons and it’s core. It takes people’s energy from them. Like say…Apocalypse’s energy." Minsic’s eyes widened, they were probably stretched as it was, and muttered, "Don’t tell anyone I told you this, but you are a genius." "I know." Minsic hopped into the Gundam, as Angillis slid into the pilot seat of his HELL HOUND XA. What, I said he became saner, never said nuthin about him becoming less violent.
What Apocalypse saw coming onto the battlefield was, for all purposes, a helicopter. What kind of an idiot would be coming here? Didn’t matter, as he blasted the Helicopter with a small blast. Then he wound up on the receiving end of several green energy beams that knocked him backwards just as he was about to kill the Guardians. He looked back up to where the blasts came, and saw the Helicopter, unscratched. Hell it wasn’t even scorched.
Apocalypse fired five more blasts at the Helicopter, each one fizzling off against a green shield. Apocalypse let out a roar, as he flew up to punish the helicopter that was now mocking him. He slammed his fist into the helicopter…or he WOULD have, if the barrier hadn’t of shown up, and ‘struck’ back at him with the same force he had punched the shield. He shook his head, as he was blasted back into the ground, hard. When he got up, smoke was coming off of his body were the blasts had hit him. He then noticed four cannon-type weapons sticking out of the side of the ‘helicopter’. He started to charge up another attack, determined to destroy this INSECT before anyone else. What he didn’t notice was that the energy ball in his hand was shrinking quickly, and when he put out his hand to blast the copter, nothing but a puff of smoke. A look of confusion came across his face, until he was blasted by a supercharged version of his own blast, in the back.
When Apocalypse looked behind him, he was looking down the barrel of a gun that was charging. He rocketed out of the way quickly before the blast could strike him, and blasted the strange, metal being with his own blast. It was absorbed, then returned ten fold. Apocalypse blocked it this time, and was pelted with green energy blasts from behind. While the blast did not hurt, they annoyed him to no ends. He noticed the plane had sprouted a new weapon, which looked liked a really large chain gun, was blasting little energy blasts, five hundred per second. This attachment came from below the plane its self, as it circled and blasted Apocalypse.
Suddenly, from the helicopter came a voice amplified by speakers. "How do ya like my new toys, ya *******!" Angillis’ roaring voice, happy that Apocalypse couldn’t break through his shield (Which he CAN’T Khan.) and happy that he hadn’t stopped using his energy blasts, since that was what was giving Minsic’s GUNDAM it’s own power. Man Rado was going to kill him…he had to drain all of the Shogun Robots’ power cells to power his latest pet projects. The only problem that Angillis could find was this; if Minsic tried to go Hand to Hand, he would lose, and Angillis’ weapons could not seriously hurt Apocalypse. They were designed to fight off giant monsters, terrorists, maybe even Hell Spawn, but nothing like Apocalypse. Angillis was already planning out a way to power up his weapons.
Angillis let fly his energy beams from his cannon type weapons, blasting Apocalypse, who had completely forgotten the Guardians and the ‘dead’ Afiag. Apocalypse decided to get rid of the annoyance first, as he flew up, and unleashed an uber powerful blast of energy, which slammed into the shield. Then Apocalypse flew up, above the HELL HOUND XA, and slammed his fist with all his might down into the shield, breaking it in that area. Only to have his arm violently thrown back, and nearly dislocated as it slammed into Angillis’ secondary shield, a blue layer that coated the copter incase any one found away past the first. Apocalypse tried to get stable when a pure white beam, which plowed him into the ground, blasted him. He looked up to see the front of the copter opened, to revile what would look like a search light. Angillis called this one his ‘Obliterator’. Minsic was closing in, having draw his energy sword that all Gundams come aquiped with, charging for the next blast.
Apocalypse would not allow himself to be…DEGRATED by two INSECTS! He smashed his arm into the Gundam, crushing it’s gun arm, and the gun its self, sending Minsic flying backwards. "Systems check!" Minsic ordered to the computer, and a 3D model of the Gundam appeared. The chest area had taken serious damage, as had the left leg, and the right arm, or Gun arm, was completely destroyed. He got Angillis on the line. "Hey, I took a serious blow down here! I’m calling the others for back up while the computer dose some internal repairs." "Gotcha. I think I can annoy Apocalypse long enough for help to arrive. Tell the others to hurry though my cannons don’t have an infinite supply of energy!" Angillis said as Apocalypse, now completely enraged at the fact that he could not crush one little insect, went berserk and started ramming himself, body and all, at the shield. He could do that for about twenty years and it would never break, and Angillis knew that because that’s how long it’s battery would last.
Angillis flipped a few switches, and fired his Drillers, specialized missiles that as the name suggests, has drills on them. Said drills are made of diamond, and shocked the target with a few thousand volts of electricity. While the drills themselves were ineffective against Apocalypse, who merely grabbed them, (They were about as big as a foot ball) but their second function worked perfectly.
Angillis started charging back up the Obliterator, as Rodan 2000 showed up. Angillis stopped for a moment and opened the door as R2K flew in and sat down. "What are you doing?!" R2K asked his friend. "Playing around with Apocalypse. He still hasn’t realized that he can’t break through the shield!" Angillis laughed, as he continued the charging of his weapon, firing more Drillers. "Speaking of which, how did I make it past the shield?" R2K questioned. "Easy, this shield was made of positive energy. A LOT of positive energy. So much that anything with a hint of negative energy will face the barrier. And believe me, Apocalypse is DRIPPING with negative energy. So, he is not only repelled, but when ever he attacks it gets thrown back at him!" Angillis was clearly overjoyed at the fact that he was besting the ‘Almighty Apocalypse’. ‘Obliterator is charged to 100% power, Angillis. When shall I fire?’ "What was that?" R2K asked. "That’s my AI computer. And not yet, wait until we have a point blank shot." Angillis answered/ordered. ‘OK.’
Apocalypse was madder then Hell as he flew up to bash the shield again. That damnable thing COULDN’T last forever. Just before he got within striking distance, and before Angillis could fire his point blank shot, Hell Fire rained from the skies, pelting Angillis’ shield, and blasting Apocalypse. Lighting flashed as Afiag flew down from the skies, his Hell Blade strapped to his back, wielding his Twin Blades, and he roared "HE’S MINE!" Afiag landed on the ground, hellish flames consuming his body, Apocalypse, energy bolts coming off of his body, and Angillis, in his HELL HOUNDXA hovering over both of them was getting ready for one hell of a showdown. One doesn’t care, one is evil and one is good, and things were about to get ugly.
March 14th, 2005, 10:36 AM
The rage in Afiag's eyes was as wild as a college rave, while Apocalypse smirked with a jealous look of confidence. Angillis continued to hover about the scene with his gruesome HELL HOUNDXA gundam device. The three of them were staring each other down. Waiting for one of them to make a sudden move... Waiting for one of them to make the wrong move. Afiag glared into Apocalypse's soul; while the devil himself rolled eyes back and forth between Afiag and Angillis as he put on that ridiculous smile to show that there was no fear inside of him.
Apocalypse was starting to doubt his victory for a moment's hesitation, which was unlike the Blue Devil or Hellspawn to doubt their victory. There was a mysterious energy and power around the HELL HOUND XA device that kept Apocalypse from harming it and its occupants. There was no way he could battle that thing forever... He had already made an unwise choice earlier in the battle and that was wasting all of his energy trying to create a weapon powerful enough to destroy the Solar System. Apocalypse was still trying to regain his strength from that failed attempt so he could try it again. His eyes continued to roll back and forth when he spotted something lying on the ground.
Elizabeth was on the ground, her arms wrapped around her chest. She was lost and broken, confused and lonely. Elizabeth was lying there helplessly bewildered by what was going on. Nothing made any sense to her at all. It almost seemed as though she didn't belong here. Apocalypse's attention was drawn to her... He admired her in her rather helpless situation. Apocalypse seemed to have some sort of sexual attraction or desire that spawned from her confusion. Elizabeth was a desirable woman in his eyes. She was a delicious object worth everything. Apocalypse knew that she was Afiag's only true weakness, and she would be the instrument of his destruction.
It was now or never, Apocalypse thought. Now was the perfect moment in time to make Afiag suffer like he's never suffered before. Today the Blue Devil and Hellspawn would get their revenge on all who oppose their mighty wrath and they were starting with the dreaded Angel of Death, Afiag. Apocalypse rolled his eyes at Angillis and winked at the crazy nut. He was hinting that he was going to be the first to make a move. Angillis loaded up his all his artillery and prepared to watch an all out assault of beams and missiles at Apocalypse. Angillis had no intention of letting that ******* survive passed this day. The terrifying reign in blood of Apocalypse was stopping the same day it started.
Just as Angillis was ready to pull the operating controls on the HELL HOUND XA and release an all out assault on his enemy, Apocalypse out stretched his arm to signal that he was going to attack someone. Upon seeing the arm out stretch, Angillis assumed that Apocalypse was going to release a blast of Hellfire at Afiag and begin pressing buttons and pulling switches because he did not want to give Apocalypse that chance. However, the demon was already one step ahead of Angillis and as time around them begin to slow, Apocalypse used his psychic powers to pull Elizabeth into his grasp. Apocalypse was using Elizabeth as a shield against the weapons of the HELL HOUND XA.
Holding the girl tighter than necessary, Apocalypse held her out in front of him so she could take the blasts from Angillis' gundam. Afiag's eyes widen with rage and sadness, there was no way he would let Apocalypse hurt her like that. Not ever. Time was slowing and the seconds began to move like hours. Afiag, carrying the Twin Blades of Aszhmer, rolled himself across the ground and leapt into the air. His arms far apart, Afiag hurled himself high into the air and he landed in front of Elizabeth and Apocalypse as the blasts from the HELL HOUND XA collided into him. It was just as Apoclayse had predicted, Afiag would sacrifice himself to keep his Elizabeth safe. Afiag was blown miles across the ground as the result of his impact with the blasts.
At that moment time seemed to return back to normal as Apocalypse grabbed Elizabeth by her jaw and lifted her high above him. She was weak and could barely move, there was no possibly way for her to fight back against Apocalypse. She couldn't kick him or shake herself loose from his grip if she tried. Apocalypse held her in place and kept a formidable expression on his face as Angillis and the Guardians watched silently. The demon just seemed to hold her there and stare at her. Glare into her soul and admire how weak she was. UberGeek and the others watched with disgust, not sure if they should pull a move on Apocalypse. UberGeek didn't want to endanger the girl.
"You are as beautiful as ever, Elizabeth, more beautiful and desirable in all your pain and misery," Apocalypse said to her, "Never have I desired someone as luscious and ripe as you. So I want you to know this, that when the battle here is over. You shall be mine, bound to me, forever."
She was too weak to say anything back to him, or even nod her head in recognition of her new master. Delighted as ever, Apocalypse let go of his hold on her. She fell to the ground and hit it hard as she was being released from the grip of Apocalypse, who then turned away from Elizabeth to face the area that Afiag was blown into. With Elizabeth out of the way it was now safe for the Guardians to attack with all of their strength and might. UberGeek ordered a 'Go' and everyone charged in Apocalypse's direction for a full-scale attack. Even Angillis readied his weapon to counter any sneaky tricks Apocalypse might try.
UberGeek flung himself into mid-air as he transformed himself into the Tortoise Guardian right before everyone's very eyes. Ancalogan the Black, Yuri Manda and the Dark God Rodan whirled themselves toward Apocalypse like mad dogs chasing after an innocent creature. The Guardians were ferocious in their own right and they all began to surround Apocalypse. The flyers had themselves stationed on each side of the demon and began to swoop down and strike their claws into him and eat away at his fresh skin. The fight was epic.
And still laying on the ground was Elizabeth, who looked up at Apocalypse as his enemies swarmed him like flies and overpowered him. Her confusion was so great that she did not know whether or not to feel bad for Apocalypse. Elizabeth did not know if Apocalypse was a friend or foe. She began to look about for the strange Angel that risked his life for hers, but she could not see him anywhere. Her confusion continued, was that Angel trying to rescue her from Apocalypse or steal her from Apocalypse? Nothing was clear to Elizabeth; she couldn't remember anything that happened before this day had taken place. Everything was just a blur.
Suddenly Elizabeth remembered something. She began to recall images of the past, but even those images were unclear to her. What she began to see were only bits and pieces of things that she went through in her forgotten past. Inside of her mind, Elizabeth saw a closed door. She began to run to the door as it randomly flung open and she saw two shadowy figures standing there, side by side. One of the shadowy figures had long hair and massive wings; the other was an indescribable shape and both of them reached out to have her. She fell back and crawled across the ground as the two shadows crept closer to her. She closed her eyes as the winged crusader fought with the other shadow and defeated it. When she opened her eyes, there was a hand placed outwards to help her up. She grabbed unto it and was pulled up and she finally saw the clear face of her savior.
It was now known to Elizabeth that Apocalypse was not her friend at all. Apocalypse was a disgusting and dreadful monster that should not exist at all. She knew now that it was the strange Angel creature who was her only true friend. Elizabeth could not remember much but she remembered his face and knew that there was some sort of bound between her and the dark Angel. Her began to throb like wild and she could not explain the feelings she felt inside. Was it love that she felt for the Angel? Were the two of them once lovers in the past? Nothing was perfectly to Elizabeth, and for the time being she diverted her attention back to watching the Guardians take on Apocalypse.
Apocalypse was being trashed utterly by the Guardians, they outnumbered and outclassed him ten to one. None of the attacks from the Guardians were physically damaging to Apocalypse, but they had him in a position where he couldn't hurt anyone anymore. As the trio of Phoenix Guardians clutched onto Apocalypse and held him tight, UberGeek and Catbert charged at the malevolent beast with all their strength and continued to beat him to a pulp hoping that it would do them some good in the struggle. Meanwhile, Angillis continued to reload up all of the HELL HOUNDXA's weaponry systems, just incase Apocalypse managed to break loose from the grip of the Guardians.
Baracylton merely stood back and stayed out of the Guardians way as he watched them clobber Apocalypse with everything they had to offer the fiend. The Seatopian Priest seemed pessimistic of the present situation, as he knew their attacks were not damaging or affecting Apocalypse at all. Baracylton held unto his Utopian Bible tightly, as it was his most valued possession, and shed a tear down the cracked lines of his face as he began to mutter something. He had already sent out the call to his Emperor Antonio, to send in reinforcements to aid in the battle against Apocalypse. He only hoped now that they would arrive soon before Apocalypse annihilated the Guardians, because it was clear that Apocalypse was holding back his true powers.
Angillis told Minsc and Rodan2000 to hold to something because they were in for the bumpiest ride of their lives. The crazy nut in his military device whirled about the wind and flew over to give the Guardians a hand. Angillis switched the laser blasters and other weapons on the HELL HOUNDXA to full power. He was preparing to take out Apocalypse forever, and utterly hoping to destroy what remained of the Blue Devil and Hellspawn with him. The Phoenic Guardians held Apocalypse in place as UberGeek and Catbert stopped their bashing of the beast to allow Angillis to make the final blow. All of them except for Baracylton and Obake seemed hopeful that this would be the strike that ends the Holy Wars.
Apocalypse stared at the HELL HOUNDXA, which crept in like the Super X attack plane. Something in the distance that was moving behind the HELL HOUNDXA caught Apocalypse’s attention and made the demon quake with irrational feelings that he never had the chance of experiencing before. Apocalypse put on a grim face of horror and mere terror in his eyes. Angillis was pleased at this, and didn't realize that Apocalypse was trying to hint that something was behind of him. As Angillis prepared to press down the switch that would end the Holy Wars, he felt his advanced helicopter back and forth. Before Angillis had the chance to destroy Apocalypse, his HELL HOUNDXA helicopter device was blown into a million pieces by forces unknown.
The occupants of the HELL HOUNDXA, Angillis, Rodan2000 and Minsc were seen being catapulted into the air as the helicopter exploded and crashed onto the surface of Mount Rodan. Yuri Manda, one of the Guardians holding a firm grip on Apocalypse let go of him to fly after Rodan2000 and see if he was hurt badly from the explosion. By doing so Apocalypse's left arm was let loose and he managed to over power Ancalogan the Black and the Dark God Rodan. Apocalypse grabbed the two of them and dragged them down into submission before ultimately throwing them into the air and releasing a blast of Hellfire at the two of them.
Zax, Emperor Of Darkness was standing in the center of the fire that was engulfing the remains of the HELL HOUNDXA helicopter. It was Zax who had destroyed it. Angillis had used up all the helicopters power on the weapons; even the shields power was used on the weapons. The shield created a barrier that protected the helicopter from anything with a hint of negative energy, and by using the shields power on the weapons Angillis had taken away the barrier that protected it from evil and that was how Zax had managed to destroy it on Angillis. Apocalypse smiled at his ally. Now Zax had joined the party, and things were only going to get worse.
March 14th, 2005, 06:20 PM
*God damnit Emp. Elizabeth is a DEMONESS. She is a WARRIOR. She was never raped by the Blue Devil! She only had Afiag for her lover! ONLY HIM. Sorry, but I'm a bit tired of it by now. If you would have payed attention durring Part ONE...*
Afiag rose up, from the sky and looked down upon Apocalypse and Zax. He flew down, and grabbed up Elizabeth, and flew off to get her to safety. What Apocalypse thought to be his biggest weakness, would soon turn into Apocalypse's utter destruction.
Angillis landed, hard. So hard, that a jagged rock when through his back, cutting him open. He let out a roar of pain. His Helicopter...R2K! Was he ok?! Minsic! Rado?! Ubergeek!! All of these thoughts entered Angillis' head, but only one thing stood out clear. His rage. His rage that his vehicle had been destroyed. Now, he would make them all pay...all of them would pay dearly. He lost his pupils, as his body began to transform into an even LARGER virsion of Nightmare ANgillis. This time, Zax would know pain, and he would know death.
March 16th, 2005, 10:01 AM
Fire was blazing everywhere from the crash wreckage of the Hell Hound XA, as smoke crept across the sky and polluted it with its ill manner. The flames were infernal and flared with faultlessness of Hell itself as Zax, Emperor of Darkness remained stationary in the center of the crisis. The thickness of the black smoke from the devilish flames masked the sky and kept the clouds hidden from the sight of the naked eye. The entire scenario felt like the melodramatic entrance of characters seen on film, and Zax was this character.
Apocalypse was smiling at the arrival of his long lost ally who he had thought to be dead, because sure enough Hellspawn had utterly eliminated Zax. He remembered it all too well, Zax had almost gained the upper hand until he started to get sloppy and Hellspawn countered one of the Emperor's moves. In the end Hellspawn had beaten Zax to the ground and left him immobilized on the ground where he died a rather grotesque death from a fatal attack of epilepsy that had befallen him. Then why was he still alive after all of that, was the question on everyone's mind.
"You were destroyed at the hands of Hellspawn," Apocalypse said, "How is it possible that you live?"
The flames continued to shine and burn with great keenness, as they bursted with great excitement. The fire was intense and violent and crawled about as if it were a living creature. The blazing of the infernal flames was equal to the slithering of a king cobra, and just like the snake the flames were equally as deadly and poisonous. And from the depths of the fiery flames Zax stood there, he was drench in blood and bleeding insanely. His eyes focused on the ground as he slowly moved his head upwards and began to turn his eyes about and look around at the battlefield... The smoke was crawling in like fog and the thickness continued to mask the entire mountainside.
"I... was chosen," Zax said as his voice changed from soft to deep and his eyes changed from their normal color to an aura of bright green, "Chosen by the true Lord of Hell, the Leviathan, as a Messiah for his people. That is how I still live. That is why I am still alive. I am the deliverer of Leviathan, chosen by his hand as the Messenger of Fear! From this day forth my allegiance with the Council of Death is broken."
The words of Zax were as true as the meaning of life, and as he said his announcement to the world a dark cloud moved in from above and began to shake the Earth with its powerful bolts of lightning. The Gods were angered and began to make the Earth Realm quake with great fear. Zax, Messenger of Fear in sight raised his hands to sky and summoned from within himself enough dark powers of deception to kill the light. Zax had been granted great powers by the Dark Gods of Hell and now the Leviathan was truly controlling his every move and action.
The notorious mob boss who killed the innocent for mere pleasure was dead forever, gone from the face of the planet. Zax, The Messiah of Torment, was all the remained now. A fearless wretched spawned from pure insanity by the powers of the Great Old One. The forbidden sites of Zax’s true powers were finally revealed. His search for ultimate, pure unfathomable, unstoppable power was over at long last in the only way it could end. The Hunter of Shadows had risen into an immortal in madness, dwelling there forever and ever. Not dead, the sanity of Zax was drained from his rusting soul... He became the thing that should not be.
"Watch out Ubergeek," Baracylton said, "Zax is no longer in control of himself. Darker forces unknown are controlling him. He is merely a messenger of sin for a greater evil..."
Afiag rising up from his own Hell, he gripped the Twin Blades of Aszhmer tightly as he marched towards his enemies and to victory. Afiag was a warrior, a fighter, a champion, a soldier. His motto was simple, 'Kill me or place me into coma. Because if you don't, I won't stop fighting until you're dead.' That was statement was true of how he was feeling now. The Angel Of Death, Destruction and Darkness was never going to give up his struggles against the Blue Devil and all his enemies until either he was dead, or victorious. And Afiag felt that in the end he would always prevail and prove himself to be the victorious one in the struggles he took part in.
"I am the Chosen One," Zax The Messiah of Torment announced to the world, "Picked out single handedly by destiny to rule over this universe and all of its citizens who are destined to bow beneath me! Falling to your knees you'll suffer for my glory! You will! Bow to the Leper Messiah!"
At the Gates of Oblivion, Afiag stood tall and proud as his grip on the Twin Blades of Aszhmer became tighter and tighter. The blades were no longer weapons separate from Afiag, they were a part of him as well. His anger and hatred had been built up to its limit and Afiag was ready to explode with rage and satisfy himself with another mad killing spree. Apocalypse had stolen the Blue Devil from him, and that angered Afiag greatly. Zax's arrogant proclamations of being the destined Messiah merely annoyed Afiag, and he ached to smash that whining thief out of existence.
UberGeek transformed from his tortoise form back into his humanoid form and pulled back, as he motioned for the other Guardians to fall back as well and join him. Apocalypse was amused at UberGeek's actions but new that the Roostafarians was up to something suspicious. Afiag looked at UberGeek and thought the brave hearted leader of the Guardians was being a coward, and for a second, Afiag considered walking over there and killing UberGeek for his cowardice. Zax, the proclaimed Messiah of Torment, was conceited enough to think his powerful speech had sparked something in UberGeek. Zax thought that UberGeek was willingly going to surrender to him, so he smiled at the Guardians with great satisfaction.
The Dark God Rodan separated into Adora, and her lover, Faliam, the original leader of the Guardians. Afiag was just aching to kill UberGeek for what looked like a display of cowardice but he also wanted the head of the Blue Devil even more than that. And in order for Afiag to acquire the Blue Devil's head he had to get passed Apocalypse first as well as take down the idiotic Messiah. Both of the demon warriors marched forward to the Guardians, but Afiag was standing in their way. Whether Afiag realized it or not, he was protecting the Guardians from certain doom, something he normally wouldn't do for others. Watching from above Elizabeth hoped her warrior companion would prevail.
"That's crazy," Melkor shouted and the other Guardians agreed, "That's irrational! Ubergeek you can't be serious about such a thing?"
"Yes, Mel, I am serious," UberGeek announced, "Let me go against Apocalypse and Zax on my own. It is something that I know, and feel I must do. I may not succeed in such a task but I must try!"
That was the final decision by the Guardians. Their leader, UberGeek, Spawn of Kenny, was going to fight against Apocalypse and Zax alongside Afiag without help or assistance from the other Guardians. It was an even match of two against two. Such odds might provide UberGeek with the adrenaline needed to win the Holy Wars and walk home a hero of the day. He took one step forward and marched towards his enemies as he slowly converted himself from humanoid form, to were-goji form, to a new form that was a cross between his Tortoise Guardian form and his Were-Goji form. As Afiag, Apocalypse and Zax were staring each other down UberGeek swooped from above and leapt into battle.
UberGeek's actions were sudden, surprising and not suspected. Henceforth, Afiag's odd reactions that lashed out with his Twin Blades were unsuspected and Apocalypse felt a powerful blade pierce through his stomach. Zax placed his right hand forward and bolts of lightning and energy could be seen moving all around it. Energy was coming in and out of Zax's right hand as a mystical staff appeared within his clutches. The staff looked demonic in its appearance and contained the very secrets of dark magic. It had spirals all over it, with a form like a skeletal arm and at the top was head of a hideous beast with spikes driven through it.
The Angel of Darkness overpowered Apocalypse and the two began a vicious duel like many they had fought in the past. Afiag was foaming from his mouth and swinging his blades endlessly at the fiend like a wild animal with an infectious disease. Afiag was going to penetrate through Apocalypse and completely obliterate the Blue Devil once he got to him. That was the driving force of Afiag's anger, getting beneath Apocalypse's deformed surface and killing the Blue Devil inside of him. Once he was through with the Blue Devil he might decide to kill Hellspawn to, because it was his fault that Apocalypse was reborn and Afiag couldn't face the Blue Devil on his own.
With Afiag and Apocalypse duking it out in one corner that left UberGeek with Zax the arrogant self proclaimed Messiah of Torment. UberGeek took one look into the face of evil's Messiah and noted how less human Zax began to look with every passing second that went by. Slowly converting from human to cenobite to something that looked even more dead and skeletal in appearance. It was a truly hideous and horrific sight. Zax was no longer just a servant under the Blue Devil and the Order of The Gash... No. Zax was becoming his own league of evil, a solo allegiance against the obstruct forces of good that plagued the Earth Realm.
Thoughts of Miyako crossed UberGeek's mind again. Nothing else mattered to him except for her, and he never cared about what anyone else thought his love for her. And now in his darkest hours it was the love they shared that was keeping him alive against the rising forces of darkness. It was for her that he fought on, for her that he continued to fight. Zax was blasting beams of darkened magic at UberGeek, hoping to destroy the wretched creature, but it was to no avail. UberGeek was faster and swifter than Zax's black magic.
"Evil has no boundaries, UberGeek, and you shall discover that on this day," Zax, The Messiah of Torment commanded, "At the dawn they sleep in the crypts of eternity where immortal devils lay, and praise death. Reign in blood I shall, as the sky is raining blood and the criminally insane are set free to wander the Earth with scorn. South of Heaven will be filled with those willing to commit mandatory suicide, as they spend the rest of their everlasting life dwelling in the seasons of the abyss! In the name of God, UberGeek, I am the Antichrist. Fear me!"
The Spawn Of Kenny was not afraid of Zax, or any of the crude and vulgar things he represented in life. UberGeek no attention of letting Zax's grotesque and satanic speeches get to him and fill him with fear. No, UberGeek was a warrior like Afiag, and he was going to take in pride in that and make a stand against the poor excuse for a Messiah. The Guardian powered up all of his strength into one effort and ran himself right at the whiny Emperor Of Darkness with every intention of destroying Zax's mystical staff which UberGeek had a hunch was the demon's source of new found power.
As UberGeek came closer, shining in all his glory through the eerie fire and smoke that blazed worse than the infernal fires of Hell, Zax readied himself to destroy all hope for the Guardians. The Spawn of Kenny was only a few feet away from Zax and hurled himself into the air to come crashing down on his whiny opponent. Moments before the very instant that Zax was about to be crushed by UberGeek, he fired a black beam of magic and negative energy at the Guardian. The impact with from Zax's mystical staff sent UberGeek flying far into the sky and landing himself miles away from the battlefield but still within sight of the naked eye.
Battered and broken, UberGeek found himself slipping out of reality and drifting into a deep, deep sleep. The lights went out for UberGeek as he dwelled off into his subconscious. He was no longer aware of what was happening in reality as everything began to fade to black for him. Time and space itself had completely disappeared from reality and all that seemed to remain was absolute nothingness. Much time seemed to be pass by before UberGeek became conscious again, and when he was awake... He found himself in a whole new world of new surroundings and everything.
UberGeek noted the surrounding area and paid close attention to details. He was admiring the astonishing and rather thrilling scenery he was seeing, although he was still bewildered about how he got here in the first place, or where 'here' even was to begin with. He noted carefully that it was obvious he was inside some sort of temple, shrine or throne room. They were multiple doors, corridors and levels of the place and at the end there was a large throne itself and next it was an altar where Afiag's Twin Blades were placed. Behind the throne itself was a massive eye that overlooked the entire universe. There were skull shapes all over the walls, and statues of Godlike elders everywhere.
Then came the sound of wind blowing through trees and UberGeek was mesmerized as the strange spirits of elders came forth from within the statues and stood all around UberGeek in an occultist circle. UberGeek watched the spirits as they came from every direction and just plotted themselves around him. Some of the elders seemed vaguely familiar to him, as if he had known them once in his lifetime. Others were complete strangers to him, men he had never met or known in the long since forgotten past.
"Who are you," UberGeek demanded, "What is this place?"
"We are the Elders of Roostville, Ubergeek, spirits of the warriors who survived through the Holy Wars and the War of the Cosmos. Now we are trapped within the corridors of this blackened place," they all spoke, "The Tower of Terror, home of the demons that presently rule over the universe. Each of them a follower of the ghost face, Orestes."
"Who is this Orestes," UberGeek asked them, "And where is he now?"
"Orestes is the most malevolent and malcontent being in the universe," The Elders answered, "He's existed since the dawn of the Earth Realm, the founder of the Council of Death. He was once a man but a curse placed on him by the Blue Devil turned him into a monster... He has long since disappeared but his followers still roam the universe and this very fortress... Still oppressing humans under his name. Well, what remains of humanity.”
"Where is this place," UberGeek asked the Elders, "What time or reality is this?"
"Through our powers, we summoned your subconscious to this place you shall one day call the future," The Elders told him, "We've brought you twenty years into the future to show you the devastating results of what will happen if you fail in your fight against Apocalypse The Hellspawn and Zax The Messiah of Torment."
From the crowd of Elders, each of them stepped back except for one that stepped forward. That one was Melkor. UberGeek was speechless to see that his friend was one of the Elders.
"They speak the truth, Uber," Melkor said to his friend, "During our first fight with Apocalypse in 2014, my subconscious traveled to the future and I saw the horrible aftermath of how the world would be if I failed the Guardians. Now UberGeek, it is the time for you to witness the horrible aftermath if you fail humanity in the Holy Wars, and the War Of The Cosmos which has yet to come."
The Elders Of Roostville pointed towards the Great Eye, which was behind the demonic looking throne. UberGeek turned his attention to the Great Eye as it opened upon the universe to show him everything that happened, would happen and was going to happen if he failed. Once the Great Eye was completely open all UberGeek could see at first was the endlessness of space and the stars. He admired how bright the stars where shining and noted how beautiful they looked at night even during the most grim situations possible. UberGeek snapped out of his face as visual appeared on the Great Eye, just like a motion picture.
UberGeek looked a little confused at first when the images were of tidal waves and other natural disasters, it wasn't until more vivid and clear images came into play that he wised up. What he saw was frightening and gruesome. A more powerful, more demonic appearance, more evil form of Apocalypse was standing before Mt. Rodan with an army of millions and millions of Cenobites behind him. They were his loyal servants; born to back him up as he used the same staff Zax had used, and reduced Mt. Rodan to crumbling ashes within a matter of seconds. Cenobites crept into town and slaughtered everyone in Roostville and the rest of the world as portals open from the skies and thousands of legions of demons crept through and began to over run the world.
It was like a bad dream gone extremely wrong. Apocalypse The Hellspawn was standing next to Kronos of The Wises and a hooded demon that UberGeek did not recognize at all. The Spawn of Kenny watched horrifically as the three demons entered the gateway to Utopia and the three of them took on an entire army of Seatopian troops and battalions single handedly. As a corrupt trio the three demons managed to suppress the legions that served Emperor Antonio, and in the end they killed him as well. UberGeek was disgusted like never before and continued to watch in terror. From the skies above the Tower of Terror came and destroyed everything in sight.
Apocalypse, Kronos and the mysterious Reaper demon returned to Earth from Utopia with the secrets of its new found power and continued to make the world quake with unforgettable fear. The sun was never seen and its shine never felt again as the three demons placed the world under eternal darkness. It was always night, there was always lightning and rain in the sky. The western world was under constant threat from tsunamis, as the Earth Realm was literally ripped apart by the forces of darkness and evil. UberGeek could not believe what he was seeing.
The Great Eye began to close as the three demons moved towards the central core of the Earth. There was something done there that they wanted. Something they wanted to get at and control (or possibly destroy), but the Eye closed before UberGeek could see what exactly it was that they were after in the core of the Earth. UberGeek was confused again; he did not understand why the Great Eye had shut itself before he could find out the important information.
"You have seen enough, UberGeek," Melkor and the Elders said to him, "You know of the grave horrors that await the world if you fail the Earth this very day. Please Uber, never give in to the dark side. The evil can eclipse the light but never embrace it. Remember those words, Uber... Good bye."
UberGeek waved goodbye to Melkor and the Elders as he slowly began to fade away from the Tower Of Terror, and found himself flying through a time warp at the speed of light. The Spawn of Kenny went unconscious again and much like before, years of sleep seemed to quickly pass him by as he reawakened back on Mt. Rodan where Zax had left him. UberGeek pulled his head upwards and looked around, checking himself out for any wounds. He still had the horrific and frightening images of the undecided future in his mind and wanted to make sure that what he saw would never become a reality. UberGeek knew what he had to do, what was necessary to win this war.
The Spawn of Kenny lifted himself from the ground and stood up. Bones inside of his battered body were broken beyond being repaired, but UberGeek's courage, strength, endurance and strong will power were enough to make him surpass such deformities. His right leg limping and his left arm wobbled, but it didn't matter because UberGeek had the virtue it took to take all of that pain and ignore it so he could keep on fighting until he was dead. Blood was pouring everywhere, but none of that mattered anymore.
"You," The Messiah of Torment shouted with disgust as he saw UberGeek fully conscious and running straight for him, "How dare you still live through that!"
Afiag was too busy trying to beat the living Hellspawn out of Apocalypse so he could fight the Blue Devil on his own, that he wasn't even paying attention to what was going with Zax and UberGeek. And for that matter, Afiag did not care what was going on with them. He could kill them easily once he finished with Apocalypse, and more importantly, the Blue Devil.
The Spawn of Kenny was more prepared this time around and knew just what to expect from the proclaimed Messiah of darkness, and was able to fly through the air and dodge the beams shot from Zax's mystical staff. UberGeek turned back into his humanoid form and than morphed into his Were-Goji form for a full throttle attack against the Messiah. UberGeek was tired of Zax's bullshit and was going to put an end to the cowardly swine's pathetic reign of terror. Unlike Apocalypse, Zax didn't make Roostafarians quake with fear. Not anymore.
The Were-Goji was menacing, but not enough to make Zax shake in his boots with fear. UberGeek's jaw came crashing down unto Zax, as he tried to literally grab the swine between his teeth and rip him to shreds. Faliam and the other Guardians were cheering for UberGeek to take down Zax and end the mobster's deathly reign of terror in Maser City and the Kaiju Nations forever. Zax was asking to be killed from the moment he killed Space Gamera and Anime Fan, maybe even before that. He was such a cruel man, he didn't deserve to live at all. Many who died deserved life, and who lived deserved to die. Zax was one of those people who deserved to die.
Into the abyss of the infernal flames that flared with envy, the battle between the forces of good and evil raged onward. UberGeek felt sure that he had just enough strength left inside of him to defeat Zax forever. Sure enough it seemed as if time had run out for poor little Zax and that filthy ******* would finally get everything he deserved. Everything he had coming to him. Zax would finally know the one thing he thought he would never have to: death! UberGeek was just about ready to cobbler the miserable ******* when Zax pulled a sneaky act and blinded UberGeek with some sort of dust. Zax took the opportunity to fire powerful blasts of energy from his staff at UberGeek, and knock the Guardian to the ground.
"Do you not understand the power of the Messiah, Ubergeek," Zax asked, "Do you underestimate my power? I am more than man could ever wish to be, UberGeek. You are nothing to me. These people, just like you, are nothing to me. Nothing! I am the chosen one, I will rule this universe forever!"
Apocalypse couldn't help but over hear the pathetic things that Zax had to say. He immediately stopped toying with Afiag and turned all of his attention to the nut that kept yelling about being a Messiah to all that is evil in the universe. A deliverer. Zax had done nothing for the cause of evil but rant on and on about his destiny. It was beginning to become annoying and everyone thought so. What remained of the Blue Devil inside of Apocalypse had now realized that turning Zax, King of Darkness into the Zaxobite was one of his biggest mistakes.
"Zax, Messiah of Torment, have you learnt nothing at all from your predecessors," Apocalypse asked the fool, "You are merely an experienced child when compared to the likes of me, Zax. It is as I told you before. You have no idea what true power really is, do you? You are nothing. Here Zax, for your arrogance, let Apocalypse show you what true power really is!"
Apocalypse's chest and stomach turned to oozing mud like stuff, which flung itself at Zax and grabbed him. This oozing material from within Apocalypse was covering the Messiah, as if it were eating him alive. Zax began to howler, kick, and scream as he did when Hellspawn defeated him prior to this. Zax had hopes and dreams for the future. Greedy dreams of lust and power which were now going down the drain as Zax's body was being sucked in and absorbed into the body of Apocalypse. Zax was entirely consumed except for his head, which was still sticking out of Apocalypse's chest.
"You know, Zax," Apocalypse said with a sadistic look of confidence, "The ironic factor about Messiahs are, if one dies then the Dark Gods can easily have him replaced."
With that said, Apocalypse proceeded to consume the rest of Zax making his lunch complete. It was a pleasure to see that the Emperor of Darkness and self proclaimed Messiah of Torment was gone forever. And as that happened, Apocalypse began to under go a strange mutation. The minds and core components of the Blue Devil and Hellspawn that made up Apocalypse were merging themselves with Zax to become an even more powerful warrior. Apocalypse grew these massive sized horns on the side of his head as a long cape and large bat like wings came out from his back. The mystical staff that Zax was carrying with him materialized in Apocalypse's hand. Apocalypse was now an even greater threat than before.
"My grand ascension is finally complete," Apocalypse announced, "Now face the twisted scorn and power of a real Messiah!"
The threat of the merciless Zax was at last gone from the world forever, but even in his demise a greater threat was born. It was as if Apocalypse had died on the spot and was reborn as a new and more powerful warrior than before. The minds of Hellspawn, the Blue Devil and Zax were flowing inside of the beast's body, melding into one sentient life form. Apocalypse had ascended into a more Godlike Emperor through his merging with Zax, and was twice as powerful as he was before. He was twice the times as sick and evil as well. It was a scary sight. The ancient powers of the Dark Gods now belonged to him, and him alone.
"Kneel before your master," Apocalypse ordered with little patience to both Afiag and the Guardians the cowered beneath him, "The deafening sound of war nears, you can taste the leather on your lips... Surrender yourselves to me, and kneel."
The Guardians did not have to speak, Afiag said enough for them, "I will never kneel to you!"
"Yes you will. Yes you will," Apocalypse said with grim, "Or I will inflict unforgettable harm upon you for your defiance."
UberGeek managed to drag himself to safety and was now amongst his friends. Faliam and Adora helped UberGeek stand up straight as Afiag continued to defy the threats of Apocalypse. UberGeek noted how Afiag's madness had driven him into a state where he no longer could feel pain, fear or sadness. It seemed to UberGeek that all Afiag could feel was anger and hatred now. The Guardian then took his observation elsewhere and thought about Apocalypse's merging with Zax, which reminded him of the last fight with Apocalypse when he merged with Desutoroia.
"Guys," UberGeek whispered amongst his Guardian allies, "I have an idea. I think I know a way we can defeat Apocalypse, and it might just work. The melded and fused minds of the Blue Devil, Hellspawn and Zax are what is making up Apocalypse at the present time. Is it unreasonable to conclude that we could also meld our bodies and mind into one sentient being to counter the loaming threat of Apocalypse?"
There was no time for arguments amongst the group. Each of the Guardians agreed with Ubergeek, one hundred percent. It seemed to be the only way that they could defeat Apocalypse The Hellspawn and end the Holy Wars forever without the permanent destruction of the world. The Guardians lined themselves up as they held each other's hands and concentrated extremely hard as Faliam and Adora used their powers that enabled the two of them to merge into the Dark God Rodan to help themselves merge with the other Guardians as well.
A bright beam of light poured forth from the heavens and engulfed all of the Guardians as a bolt of energy struck them hard. Smoke and dust flew everywhere you could possibly imagine, and when it finally cleared the Guardians were gone. There was not a single Guardian in sight, just the shadow of a warrior who equaled Apocalypse in strength and height. The warrior stepped out of the smoke and revealed himself. He was a giant white knight in shining metallic armor.
"I am Valorous," The knight said to Apocalypse, "Guardian of Utopia and Defender of this Realm. I will protect the innocent people of this land from all who invade it."
"Pathetic," Apocalypse laughed, "This has merely been child's play all along, hasn't it? Well I am sick of the child's play, so it is time to raise the stakes a little higher!"
Apocalypse erected his mystical havoc staff into the air and beams of light and negative energy poured from it and covered over the entire mountain. From within the ground and beneath the feet of everyone still active on Mt. Rodan, the malevolent army of the Blue Devil that had been temporarily halted was summoned again for one last battle. All the Cenobite legions who served under the Blue Devil were destroyed by Afiag were being resurrected by Apocalypse to continue the slaughter they had started with the RBI and Allied Forces. Apocalypse was levitating off the ground and called out to his legions and ordered them to begin the annihilation of humanity.
"Its about time we change the battlefield," Apocalypse ordered, "Take the fight elsewhere from this mountain."
Then came a sound that only Baracylton could hear. At first the high priest dismissed the sound he was hearing as nothing, but he soon realized what it really was. Baracylton's eyes widen with satisfaction and his mouth dropped with joy. Apocalypse saw the look on Barcylton's face and was utterly confused by it at first until he turned himself around and saw what the Seatopian Priest was admiring. Emperor Antonio himself was leading a large battalion of Seatopian troops unto Mt. Rodan with the intent of assisting their Guardian allies in thwarting the intimidation of Apocalypse, and Kronos.
"Your Emperor arrives, Baracylton," Apocalypse announced, "But he has come far too late. Its not Utopia I am after at the moment, its the ultimate destruction of Roostville and the Earth Realm."
With that said, Apocalypse flew away from Mt. Rodan to lead his own army of the undead and living dead unto the streets of Roostville. Apocalypse was planning on recreating the holocaust. Valorous and Baracylton quaked with great fear now. The battlefield for the Holy Wars had shifted from the mountain to the city, where more lives would be in danger if they didn't get there soon enough. Valorous launch himself into the sky to fly after Apocalypse, as did Afiag. But first, the Angel grabbed unto Elizabeth to take her with him. Baracylton ran up to Antonio and demanded that the Emperor send all of his battalions to Roostville at once. Antonio agreed with the high priest.
"General," The Emperor commanded, "Prepare to send the troops into Roostville."
March 16th, 2005, 03:44 PM
Gamyaris had been subdued, for now. Battrarules was sitting in his boiler room, just sitting and stewing. He had become unbalanced by the taint of the eldritch daemon of his own soul. The man, or the monster? He wondered. He began to clutch his head, as the raw power of Apocalypse and the Messiah of Torment began to gnaw at his very soul, as though it were some great conqueror worm. "Ah-hahahahaha!" The laughter echoed, filling every nook and cranny of Battrarules's brain. "I have returned from beyond the grave, my former Annihilator. Sic Semper Tyranis!" "No, you're dead. I killed you with my own two hands!" "Am I, or is this all in your imagination? You'll never know, will you? There is a great music, a powerful symphony in blood. It calls to all who are of your kind. This is my nightmare, that my greatest creation and strongest warrior should never know the exquisite pleasure of spilling human and metahuman blood. Yes, that's your ultimate fate, Legion of Novus Fredriech, that you will become the master of bloodshed." "I can't! "I can't!" The noxious laughter echoed louder, ever so louder, louder. "Oh, yes you can, and you WILL! The struggle from Battrarules became ever more feeble, as the eldritch form of his true nature, a bizzare combination of all his many forms strode out of the boiler room. His roar echoed out as a challenge to all in that simpering Babylon, that dim Thule, that scintillant Hell known as Roostville!
March 20th, 2005, 11:30 PM
Luckily for the infantry of Emperor Antonio, transport to Roostville was coming over the horizon. When Sheriff Jaguar brought down his crippled chopper at the little garrison at the base of Mt. Rodan, he radioed their situation back to Field Marshal Goji Son, manning the command post at the City Buster in the East River. The Roostville Militia presented itself at the local Armory and set up a bivouac, ready for the call to duty. Several squadrons had set out to reinforce the united RBI, Mod and Maser City law enforcement agencies which had gone after the notorious mobster, Zax. Unfortunately, their mission was cut short by the many Cenobites out there who quickly cut them off from the garrison.
Now, the Transportation Corps had quickly fired up their personnel carriers when Jet relayed Apocalypse's announced intention to attack Roostville and the Earth Realm itself. The Emperor's forces would be a welcome addition to their defensive posture, considering what had befallen their JSDF and air units sent to engage the Blue Devil's return.
The Field Marshal had wisely taken a "wait and see" approach to commanding the Roostville forces, as Morgoth and Melkor had suggested when they left him in charge of the great city. Now, the Dark Lords were providing the first line of defense themselves, in the company of the Guardians.
Goji Son was particularly concerned when he couldn't communicate with the RMB at their headquarters. Boo the hamster was not doing a very good job of operating the radio... He was well aware of the advances they had made in the way of mechs and such which would greatly assist Roostville in defending itself against even the likes of Apocalypse and his ilk.
The duties of his office and responsibilities weighed heavily on him this day. GS eagerly awaited the return of the Dark Lords and Sheriff Jaguar to lead the troops personally, or at least take over his command post duties so he could see some REAL action.
Speaking of Sheriff Jaguar, when he realized the dark forces who had held his little garrison under seige for so long were now madly dashing in the direction of Roostville, he saw an opportunity to take care of some unfinished details. Calling Raptor, Bagoth and Darkside over, he explained the plan.
"Bagoth and Darkside, you two get the troops back to Roostville on the double. Raptor and I have something to check out on the mountain." Darkside was rather surprised to be so delegated but snapped off a sloppy salute anyway. He still had the automatic Raptor had given him shoved in his belt and had gotten in a good bit of practice using it.
Raptor got a firm grip on the robot's shoulders and hooked her heels on his armor. They were soon on their way to the crash site of Project Pimp's helicopter.
As they approached, it definitely looked like the leader of Maser City had gotten himself in above his head. There was very little wreckage visible but the area had been scorched black by either ignited jet engine fuel or a more powerful source of energy. Jet was not picking up any signs of life in the area, nor did Raptor. What she did notice was an all-too-familiar pattern of lighter colored ash against the charred earth.
"I think I found something," she called to the Sheriff. There was an outline on the ground not far from the center of the disturbed area that looked like a human's shadow. Raptor's sharp eyes caught the glint of bright metal in the soft dust and carefully retrieved something. What was once the golden badge of office of Maser City's Mayor had somehow survived the terrible heat that had reduced its owner to his most basic elements. Jet took a sample of the powdery remains and secured the packet in a compartment on his arm for later analysis.
"I guess we better be getting back to Roostville..." he finally spoke as Raptor just stared at the ashy silhouette. With a final salute, the two took to the sky once more.
March 21st, 2005, 12:42 PM
Rodan2000 had picked himself up off the ground with the help of Yuri. she had flown down to aid him, but had only come to him for a breif moment. then, she had flown back to the right, struggling continuously against Apocalypse. Rodan2000 had watched the battle. everyting was moving so fast, he couldhardly beleive what was happening. the Hell Hound XA had been destroyed, with him in it, by Zax. he thought he had spotted Nightmare Angillis, but wasn't too sure what was going on with him. Zax declared himself Messiah of Torment, only to be absorbed into Apocalypse, making the monster stronger. all hell had broken loose, and it was only getting more darker as time went by. Rodan2000 now saw the few heroes that remained on the feild unite into a creature of legend. Valorous. the shining white knight stood proud and true, against the forces of darkness. he watched as the two titanic giants, Valorous and Apocalypse, faced off against each other in this, the cresendo of the Holy Wars. either all was won, or all was lost, in this battle. using the mental link between himself and his love, Rodan2000 sat and began to "help" the guardians as much as possible, with his mind.
March 21st, 2005, 08:40 PM
Jet and Raptor got back to the garrison as the transports hove into sight. Operational vehicles and theglint of the Seatopians' classic armor in the sunlight provided a much-needed ray of hope after what everyone had been through. Darkside had regained his composure but Bagoth was the uneasy one, no doubt due to what was going on with the "big boys".
The Guardians surely had their work cut out for them but the very streets of Roostville had also been targetted by the forces of evil. Jet had been monitoring the military bands with his built in communications capabilities and did not like what he had heard. He sure wasn't going to tell Raptor and the others about the transmissions until his organic compatriots were safely away from this cursed place.
March 23rd, 2005, 07:04 PM
No one knew what to make of the present situation anymore, it almost seemed to be hopeless but Valorous was filled with hope for the future. The giant Guardian was flying like wild through the air to catch up with his great nemesis, Apocalypse, as individual memories of the different people inside of him began to cross his mind. Happy memories of times with lovers, friends, and family from the distant past filled Valorous. They were the kind of memories that Apocalypse was planning to take away from the world, if he was ever given the chance to do such a thing. Valorous continued on as he dreamt of the pasts of many of the Guardians and wondered if the old way of life would ever come back.
The Seatopian Army, under command of Emperor Antonio, could be seen marching far behind of Valorous as they prepared to move into the city of Roostville and assist in fighting the threat that had crept into their land. Each of the battalions in Antonio's army were carrying energy beam swords, and wearing the classic style for their armor as the Romans or Greeks may have worn centuries ago. They were operating as a unit and marching in precise formation, as each soldier was competent in dispatching a variety of foes. For protection the Seatopians had rather large shields that appeared to be gold or bronze and was made of very strong material.
This was not going to be end, Valorous thought to himself. It was not something the Guardian of Utopia and Defender of the Realm would allow to transpire before anyone's very eyes. The previous battle with Apocalypse had been a close one, and this battle was proving to be even closer. Afiag had been right about the Blue Devil all along, and no one bothered to pay attention. Valorous realized how close minded everyone had been. If only we'd listen to Afiag earlier, Valorous thought to himself, then maybe we would not have faced this horrific fight. Humanity could have avoided this if only they weren't such an arrogant race. But in his heart Valorous knew this would be the end of it all.
Yuri's memories of every god-forsaken moment that she had spent with Rodan2000 were running through Valorous' mind. More memories came crawling from the back of his mind as UberGeek's recollections of his times with Miyako were being dwelled upon. Eventually the memories of everyone that was fused into Valorous had their memories being thought up on his mind, and the great Guardian dwelled long into the past. He saw what how these memories were created and what made them special to each individual and there was no way he was going to let Apocalypse steal that from everyone over something as pathetic as greed. Apocalypse the new proclaimed Messiah of Torment, and deliverer for evil was more of a monster than he was before now that he had Zax fused in with him.
Faliam and Adora's memories began to creep into Valorous' mind, but these memories were not of love or happy times with friends and family. They began to recollect the tragic events of the first Great War ever waged on the face of the Earth that was left unrecorded by history. The war that made World War 2 and even the Holy Wars being fought now look like a schoolyard brawl. It was the original invasion of Egypt and Utopia, thousands of centuries ago in Earth's ancient past where Kronos and Matthias fought long and hard for decades to obtain absolute control over the Earth and mainly Utopia. The serpentine Emperor, Kronos, had tattooed to his back, the Prophecy of Roostville and was protector of the scrolls of Utopia... He knew everything he needed to know and almost succeeded too. Kronos was inside of Utopia, and claimed himself the ruler but luckily Faliam managed to follow him and stopped Kronos forever. In the end, the serpentine creep and his partner, Matthias and their souls banished from the Earth. They had been exiled without any hope of return.
Fire burned on and on that day many thousands of centuries ago when the war against Kronos and Matthias had finally been won. There were no rivers of clean, fresh water back then. All that existed were endless rivers and lakes of blood and fire. The body count of victims would make any of the World War 2 victims or the RBI agents who fought of Mt. Rodan quake with incredible fear. Words could not describe now different and gruesome Kronos' war for Utopia was than any of the wars being fought in the modern day of mankind. You had to witness it first hand or else you would never be able to understand what transpired all those centuries ago in the past. Having being fused into Valorous with Faliam and Adora, the Guardians who weren't around to witness that battle could now feel what it was like through Faliam and Adora's memories. It was utterly horrifying.
It has been a long time since that happened, and for the people of Earth, it was a long road. It had taken humanity a long time to get from there to here. But Valorous could feel it, and he knew their time was finally near as he could feel a change in the wind right now. Nothing was in his way; nothing was in humanity's way to pave the world for the future. Nothing could stop them from trying to make it a better place, and Apocalypse wasn't going to hold humanity down no more. No, he wasn't going to hold them down. Valorous had faith of the heart, and with his powers he could spread his light to everyone and show them that dreams are worth working for. He was going where his heart takes him, and that was straight for Apocalypse. He had faith to believe he could do anything, and he could do anything. Valorous had strength of the soul that no one was going to bend or break, not even Apocalypse.
Ever since UberGeek felt his Guardian senses dragging him to Mt. Rodan where he found Matthias and Zax trying to release the Blue Devil, the night seemed long for him to try and find his way. By fighting the Holy Wars and surviving it each of the Guardians had been through darkness and still come out alive. Now finally they would have their day and they would see their dreams come alive at last as they touch the sky. Apocalypse was going to annihilating somehow, even without the presence of a person pure at heart. Apocalypse would never hold back humanity or the Guardians, and most of all he would never change their minds.
Valorous knew the wind was so cold, as he had seen the darkest days through the eyes of the individuals that made him up his personality. Many times in the past the future seemed so far and so grim at the same time. There were many times that all hoped seemed lost and times when it more than just seemed that way. But now the winds he felt were only winds of change. Valorous had been through the fire, and he'd been through the rain. The Guardian of Utopia and Defender of this Realm knew that in the end he'd pull through for his people and he'd be fine.
Even with the propaganda of death staring the light into the face of corruption, Valorous managed to keep his head up high. Thinking back to everything witnessed on Mt. Rodan, the Guardian focused primarily on the corpses rotting through the night in blood laced misery. They had scorched the Earth with policy; it was their reason for the siege. The pendulum exchanging the blade for strafing air blood raids, as Valorous pondered about the burial that would be. He continued to encircle the frontlines, using the supreme art of strategy to his misgiving advantage.
Racing with the wind on the ground beneath Valorous was the Nightmare Angillis, moving towards Roostville like a vicious wolf in the fold. He believed that all of Roostville was his territory, and like all wolves, would do anything to protect the land they feel is their territory. Valorous looked below and watched as the vicious beast ran on all four legs heading towards Roostville with great speed and agility. Angillis wanted to attack Zax more than anyone else for destroying his Hell Hound XA Gundam Chopper, but Zax was now a part of the evil making up Apocalypse. And with Zac mixed up inside of Apocalypse, Zax's scent was tangled up with Apocalypse's and Nightmare Angillis would not hesitate to attack the devilish monster.
Unbeknownst to Valorous, Apocalypse, or even Emperor Antonio and his troops, they were all being watched from the skies above. Kronos of the Wises spied on them through the magically powers of the crystal ball that was a part of his havoc staff. The serpentine Kronos nodded and chuckled with grim appreciation of the situation at hand as he continued to note every move being made by the defenders of Earth. The wise shaman who ruled over the Council of Death felt positive that this time he would succeed at finally reclaiming the Earth and taking over Utopia. It was his one, true dream to fulfill. Kronos would never give up until he was destroyed permanently or had finally won.
"Apocalypse will destroy the Guardian Valorous," Kronos announced to the Council Members, "Then we shall crush Apocalypse, and Utopia will at least be ours. The land I have sought after for centuries will be at our feet, as we rejoice over the blood of those who died willingly and unwillingly for us. Good things come to he who waits, and we have waited so very long!"
Returning his attention to the crystal ball, Kronos continued to gaze into it and watch with a sick look of confidence and arrogance as Apocalypse and his Cenobite Legions, under the command of Webstebite, his newly appointed general marched forward in a few age of death and destruction, till all are one until Apocalypse's might. Apocalypse, himself, had increased in strength like mad. Zax's powers mixed in with his own had turned the Armageddon bringer into a more powerful foe than ever. With Zax's powers Apocalypse felt whole and new, he was now the the Dark God's chosen Messiah, and he could feel it flowing in his veins like the blood of a king.
Apocalypse The Hellspawn had gone far beyond the boundaries of the Blue Devil's great powers as well surpassing Hellspawn and Zax's crude forms of black magic. The new Messiah was increasing in strength and power with every passing moment, just as Zax had prior to being absorbed. Apocalypse could feel his muscles getting bigger and bigger, as ascension into a more Godlike demon seemed to continue on. Apocalypse was becoming unbeatable with every second that ticked by, and Valorous knew of this, which was why he was racing as fast as he could to fight with Apocalypse before his powers had gotten to great.
The predominant Messiah of all pledged their allegiances with the forces of darkness landed himself within the central heart of the city of Roostville, as Webstebite and his mindless minions, the Hierophants, moved about as if they were wild dogs. Apocalypse ordered them to move through the city and begin causing devastation. They were commanded to burn houses and wreck the place but not kill any one, as Apocalypse had a sick plan of gathering everyone and placing them inside of his own holocaust of pain and sin. The Hierophants and Cenobites slithered through the streets and began their pranks against the citizens. Apocalypse felt like a father watching his kids play, as he admired the Cenobites corrupting the city of Roostville.
"The darkness is rising to embrace this world," Apocalypse called out, "Burn the villages and take the peasants to my shrine on the hill. 'Tis here we shall bury them!"
The Cenobites scattered across the city, as Nightmare Angillis moved in like a predator out in the wild. From behind a few buildings, the Nightmare Angillis watched closely as Apocalypse remained stationary in the center of the area of he was presently levitating in. The demonic Messiah was chuckling and smirking with great satisfaction as he readied his own holocaust to witness the people of Roostville and the rest of the world die in. Nightmare Angillis had no intention of letting Apocalypse destroy his territory and was going to defend it to the death! Nightmare Angillis jumped out from behind the buildings he was hiding and marched at Apocalypse.
"So you're alive, are you?" Apocalypse questioned after believing to have witnessed Angillis' demise on Mt. Rodan, "Well, you've emerged to meet your doom! Uuuuhhhh!"
Nightmare Angillis roared like a beast and released a beam of nightmare blast from his eyes at Apocalypse, but the apocalyptic Messiah was able to dodge it. Roostville's equivalent of the wolf man than stood on his two legs and fired energy blades from his talons at Apocalypse, but they were merely crushed in mid-air by Apocalypse's primitive psychic powers. Lastly, Nightmare Angillis charged forward and from his mouth he released his Tornado Roar, but Apocalypse deflected the sound in other directions, which caused mild devastation through out the city. In desperation, Nightmare Angillis leapt into the air and began clawing into Apocalypse's arm.
There was passion in Nightmare Angillis' eyes as he fought for something he believed in. He was noble and courageous and did not plan to give up his hope. Apocalypse had a mean face as he looked into the eyes of the deadly beast that was ripping apart his arm and noted the spirit in them. Apocalypse could see the courage inside of Nightmare Angillis, the savage creature, and knew he had to break it. Like a child's play thing, he was going to completely destroy Angillis' courage and make the dog cry beneath his feet and cower.
Using the havoc staff, Apocalypse began to beat off Nightmare Angillis with it. The Messiah continued to strike the poor beast with it until blood was pouring out of Nightmare Angillis' forehead, but the beastly warrior was not going to give up. This was his territory he was protecting, and Apocalypse was not going to be allowed to roam through it freely. Apocalypse was angered by the courage that was showing within his foe, and gave him a good old smack with his staff. The impact with the staff knocked Nightmare Angillis off of Apocalypse's arm and sent him crashing to the ground with great impact and velocity.
Apocalypse then used his powerful staff of black magic to drain the life and courage right out of Nightmare Angillis and turn the beast into a weak dog. Apocalypse laughed with great pleasure as he watched Nightmare Angillis go from fearless to fearful within a matter of seconds. Apocalypse had stung Nightmare Angillis as if he were a venomous scorpion, and now the beastly warrior couldn't move and laid himself down on the ground. The moans coming from Nightmare Angillis sounded like a puppy crying.
Everything was doom and gloom for the citizens of Roostville, or so it had seemed at first. Apocalypse was going to going to finish what the Blue Devil had started over two thousands years ago before Christ and his Disciples, along with Afiag, had driven him into exile. There was a time when everything in existence belonged to the Blue Devil, and now it would rightfully belong to Apocalypse, who would dominant the skies with his strength and turn the world into another version of Hell. Under his rule the Earth would be transformed into a Dark World. Fires began to burn in the distant city districts and Apocalypse could feel his work was being done, and smiled with great joy.
Swarming out of nowhere, Valorous who had just watched helplessly as Nightmare Angillis was brutally beaten to death came swooping down from the skies above and the sudden impact between him and Apocalypse forced both combatants to go flying far off in the opposite direction from each other. Apocalypse jerked his head back and made cracking noises in his neck as he got up and stared down the noble Guardian. Valorous, brushing the dust and dirt off his shining armor, stood up like a valiant warrior should. He was proud of himself no matter what happened.
"So, you followed me all the way to the city," Apocalypse roared as his eyes gleamed with utter happiness, "I've grown more powerful since merging with Zax, mighty Valorous! Powerful enough to deprive you of the light that gives you strength! Powerful enough to destroy you all!"
Valorous took out a mighty sword that was made up from the powers of each of the individual Guardians. He took his sword and aimed it forth, but Apocalypse did not feel threatened by his marvelous foe at all.
"Live by the sword and help to contain the helpless minds of you all," Apocalypse said, "Die by my hand in pools of blood. Clutch yourself as you fall. Mindless tyranny, forgotten victims, children slaughtered in vain. Raping the maids, in which they serve. Only the words of the Lord!"
Soon enough, the sounds of troopers marching could be heard in the far off distance, and Valorous knew that Emperor Antonio and the Seatopian Army was entering the heart of the city. Baracylton, the Seatopian High Priest had already arranged the battle plan, as Valorous would take on Apocalypse while Antonio's army reserved their energy to fight on with the demonic minions of Apocalypse. As the Guardian of Utopia and the Messiah of Evil turned into each others eyes, Melkor's voice could be heard speaking from within Valorous as Apocalypse maintained a rather Hellspawnish looking face. They were watching each other very closely.
"This battle is between us," Melkor's voice called out to the Spawn of Hell inside of Apocalypse, "As I always said it was."
"No," Afiag called out from the skies above with great anger, and landing gently with Elizabeth in his arms, "This is between me, and the Blue Devil, mixed inside of that creature!"
"Oh, how I look forward to smashing the both of you miserable rodents into oblivion," Apocalypse said in a daze, "Clutching you both in my arms, as you gush out crimson blood and smile warmly with death in air! Gone from my recollection, for all eternity!"
"Enough talk," Valorous, said as he aimed his sword forward.
"Yes," Apocalypse called out as beams of dark energy swarmed around his massive body, "Let this be our final battle! The war that ends all wars!"
Afiag stepped away from Elizabeth, and left her in the background as he descended himself towards Apocalypse and flew around the apocalyptic Messiah like a pest. Apocalypse's attention was focused on knocking Afiag out of the sky, and he used as much of the powers from his mystical havoc staff to put an end to Afiag's rather reckless flying, forever. This gave Valorous the opportunity to zap the Nightmare Angillis and give the beast back all of his strength and power that Apocalypse had literally beaten out of him. This was the end of the road for Apocalypse, as Valorous and Afiag were going to put an end to this madness.
In the distance, the Seatopian troops who also relied on magic as opposed to modern day weapons and technology were having an equally pleasant battle between the legions of Cenobites. While the RBI and Allied forces were not evenly matched for the Cenobites, the Seatopian troops were. The Seatopian troops had what it took to the job right and in the long run, give the Cenobites a good run for their money. Under the command of Antonio's General, and second hand man, the Seatopians fought a rather valiant battle against the Cenobites, unlike the battle the police produced (which in turn got a lot of them killed). There was no doubt about it, Apocalypse and his servants were going down.
With his sword in hand, Valorous took a swing at the preoccupied Apocalypse, and cut deep into the demon's heart and twisted his blade around hoping it would cause some kind of affect. After removing his sword from within Apocalypse's hideous body, the demon was sent flying forward as Afiag came down an attacked him from behind. The fully revived Nightmare Angillis jumped at Apocalypse, and ripped his claws into the demon like a wild predator animal ambushing its unsuspecting prey. Apocalypse's anger built him and with the snap of his fingers he blew his foes away from him, literally, and stood up tall. There were no smirks coming from this Messiah of evil, he meant business this time around.
"Pledge yourselves to me," Apocalypse ordered, "You'll do as I say or you'll die!"
The primitive mind of Nightmare Angillis was not sure what Apocalypse was babbling on about and his only wish was to rip him apart completely. The beast lashed out at Apocalypse, again, and again, and again. Apocalypse was being tossed around but no damaged had been inflicted upon him as the Nightmare Angillis smashed through a few of the local buildings in his crazed madness. The Nightmare Angillis growled at the moon as his speed increased rapidly and he bashed himself right against Apocalypse, and made the demon bleed. Apocalypse smiled with joy to know his foes were actually worth the time he wasted fighting against them. No foes ever made him bleed before, not that it was of any concern to him as it didn't do bring Apocalypse any harm.
"Its good to know there are foes worth fighting," Apocalypse announced, "But all good things must cease to exist, and come to a bitter end as time goes on and we move forward. Now, you die!"
The fangs of Nightmare Angillis showed as he became enraged and bit down upon Apocalypse's right arm. Crimson liguid gushed out of the warrior's crude arm like water spraying from a tap. Nightmare Angillis had bitten his foe so hard, he nearly ripped Apocalypse's arm right off before being beaten away with the mystical havoc staff for a second time. Nightmare Angillis roared before lashing out his action at Apocalypse, who quickly returned his reaction and sent the beast flying into the sky. Shortly afterwards Afiag, still wielding the Twin Blades of Ashzmer, crept from the skies and sliced into the back of Apocalypse.
"Afiag," Apocalypse whispered into the angel's ear, as he spun around and grabbed him, "You're meddling ceases to amuse me, did you know that?"
The Nightmare Angillis was preparing to pounce at Apocalypse, before Valorous held him back, if only so that Afiag would not be endangered or hurt. There was a distinct feeling of deja vu, as the same thing that happened with Zax was now transpiring before the eyes of the noble Guardian. Apocalypse's chest and torso melted from muscle, flesh, skin and bone into the awkward mud like substance it was before. Apocalypse overpowered the Archangel of Darkness, and strange tentacles from Apocalypse's chest came forth and grabbed Afiag. The foolish angel was being eaten alive by Apocalypse's deformed chest. The angel was kicking, screaming and cussing with vengeance as he was eaten completely by Apocalypse.
Apocalypse felt power flow him like never before, as he screamed at the stars above and felt a great power source fill his body. All of Afiag's powers were now flowing through Apocalypse, as they had become a part of the chemistry the made the uberpowerful demon. He was almost approaching the status of Godlike, ready to usurp Kronos and anyone else who would stand before his terrifying reign in blood and sheer terror. With Afiag mixing in with Apocalypse, the demonic Messiah's personality was overwhelmed with slight alterations as he became more arrogant and vengeful than he was before. Apocalypse was more than just an average demon of perversion, and he was ascending much higher.
"You may ascend high, Apocalypse," Valorous spoke as the valiant warrior he was, "But you'll never reach God-hood. That will always be out of your reach."
"You have no right to say such things to me, the Messiah of evil," Apocalypse shouted as Afiag's rage and arrogance began to shine through, "I am the supreme ruler of this world, and all who are presently cowering beneath me are merely cattle and fodder, for my lustful greed!"
The merging of his body, and melding of his mind with Afiag, refueled Apocalypse completely. The Messiah of evil was now at his highest peak of power, as he was earlier when the Blue Devil and Hellspawn first merged with each other to form him again. Apocalypse had enough power to now to summon up a second sphere of energy, powerful enough to destroy the solar system. The thought of this was pleasing to Apocalypse, and he smiled with great joy at this knowledge. He summoned all the energy he could, as he began to drain positive and negative, and gather it all up into one sphere. Apocalypse was collecting as much of it as possible, from all the planets and life forms inside of the Milky Way Galaxy. Apocalypse then called on the power of the dead, and drained the spirits of those who died in the past and used their souls as more fuel for his mighty weapon of mass destruction.
The Seatopian troops continued their war against the Cenobites, as their foes disappeared before their very eyes. Apocalypse had even sucked his minions, the Cenobites, into his massive sphere of death and destruction, as more fuel and power for such a mighty weapon. Once again, Apocalypse had collected enough energy and power to form the deadliest sphere known to man, and this time there were no Afiag's to interfere with his plans. Apocalypse was preparing to release it and destroy everything, as the Nightmare Angillis lashed out and leapt at Apocalypse. The sphere's was too powerful and sent the Nightmare Angillis crashing to the ground harder than ever before... The Nightmare Angillis tranformed back to Angillis as he slipped into a state of unconsciousness.
The madness that was driving Apocalypse, as his motive was clearly evident as he slowly pulled his arms back, not ready to unleash his weapon of mass destruction upon the world. No, he was going to keep Valorous and the Seatopians in suspense as he flew higher, and higher, and higher into the sky. The suspenseful tension was driving everyone mad as Apocalypse had within his clutches, the deadliest weapon on Earth. A sphere made up of energy and spirits that could destroy the entire solar system upon impact with the surface of the Earth. Apocalypse was drooling from the mouth, as he stared down upon the Earth with his blood shot eyes!
It was in that instant that Baracylton ran forward, and removed his cloak and robe as he held out his Seatopian bible in his outstretched arms and began to read from it. Valorous was not sure what Baracylton was doing, whether he was speaking some sort of enchanted spell to counter Apocalypse's dark sphere of death, or reciting a prayer for everyone's soul to pass over gently, into the next world. The High Priest continued to ramble on in his native tongue, as he raised his right arm to the sky and shouted out to the demons that were threatening his world. And as a mystical object began to form within Baracylton's palms, a mysterious bolt of energy from above came down and collided with him. The High Priest fell dead as the bolt had drained the life out of him and absorbed it into Apocalypse's sphere of death.
"You're priest falls," Apocalypse yelled down, "Now who will save you from my eternal wrath?"
Valorous felt great anguish and hatred inside, as each of the noble warriors that were a part of him felt remorse to watch someone they knew as a friend die. Even the Seatopian Emperor, Antonio, seemed rather distressed and remorseful to see that someone he had known a very long time, had fallen prey to some demon that cared nothing about life and just wanted to take from others. Baracylton was dead, he died at the hands of Apocalypse, but those who knew him would not forget him. The Seatopian Priest was always there for the Guardians whenever they needed help in a situation, ever since they first met during the fight with Mephistophelian. He was a gentle and kind person, and never wanted to fight but sometimes it was necessary. Now Apocalypse would truly know the rage of Valorous!
The battle seemed to be hopeless at this point in time, but Valorous had no plans of giving up. It was cowardly and unlike a true warrior to give up and throw down his sword, even if his struggle was on the verge of being lost. Valorous did not believe in giving up, until he was dead, and Valorous would not let Apocalypse claim his soul. The Messiah of evil just looked down upon Valorous and the other individuals that filled the entire planet of Earth, he could see them all now. He readied to release his blast as he sensed Valorous flying into the sky towards him. Apocalypse was going to release the blast until Valorous was only a few feet away from him, and that would be soon enough.
"What's this?" Apocalypse cried out as he felt great pain inside of his body, "What's going on here, I demand to know!"
There was something strange and deep inside of Apocalypse, causing him to feel weird and be overcame by great pain. Apocalypse's skin began to bubble as if he were boiling up inside, as his temperature rose to great proportions. The Messiah of evil could feel it now as his inner organs were being sucked up into a knot and wrapping themselves around his bones and soon enough his skin began to crack. Afiag had fought the madness of Apocalypse, and fought long and hard against the merging process and was at last free from the demon's body. Afiag flew out of Apocalypse's body and absorbed all of the powers of Apocalypse's deadly sphere right from the demon's clutches.
"No," Apocalypse muttered in disbelief, "I was so close!"
"Not close enough," Afiag called back, "Its over, for you! I've won this fight, and now you shall pay with your life!"
Afiag who had absorbed Apocalypse's sphere of death, used all of that power to create a new sphere of his own. Apocalypse stared with disbelief and astonishment as Afiag's sphere seemed to be bigger, and more powerful, but not strong enough to destroy the solar system, let alone the Earth as that was not its intention. Afiag smiled at Apocalypse, as he whispered good-bye and threw his new sphere of energy at Apocalypse. The sphere engulfed Apocalypse's body completely, as Afiag grabbed it and the throw the demon whirling through the darkest of space, as Apocalypse collided with the sun! There was a bright light in the sky, and that was the explosion from Apocalypse's impact with sun.
Some of the people who there that night, such as Valorous, Emperor Antonio, and the various Seatopian troopers could've sworn they heard Apocalypse's hallowed screams as he was being catapulted into the sun. As Valorous defused into the indvidual Guardians, Afiag flew over to his resurrected love, Elizabeth. She smiled at his victory, but Afiag refused to smile, as it was something weak and pathetic to do. He raised his hand and aimed it at her forehead as he filled her mind with the memories the Blue Devil had forced her to forget.
"Afiag," She called out as she finally remembered his name, and the two of them spread their wings and flew off into the night. It was a pleasant and rather unusual sight to see of Afiag, UberGeek thought as he watched the two of them fly away. Yuri Manda then grabbed UberGeek and took him aside from the other Guardians to discuss certain matters with him in private.
"I've had dreams lately, they've been telling me things, Uber," Yuri started to ramble, "Everything fought from Mt. Rodan to here, was merely a test to see if humanity was prepared for the cometh of the Blue Devil."
"And did we pass this test?" UberGeek asked the rhetorical question.
"Thanks to Afiag," Yuri responded, "We did pass the test... and legends tell of a greater struggle that will come in the near future if we are fortunate enough to triumph over the Holy Wars."
"What is that?" UberGeek questioned with a little bit of fear, "What faces us on the horizon?"
"The legends," Yuri began, "They tell of a powerful demon, known as Death The Soul Reaper, who will bring with him the War Of The Cosmos, which will be fought here. I've dreamnt of this future Uber, its more grim than what we've seen these passed few days."
"Tell no one else, we don't want to scare the others," UberGeek ordered, "In time, before its too late we shall let the others know, but now I suggest we stay quiet about this. I promise you Yuri, we will come clean and triumph over all odds..."
As Yuri Manda walked away, UberGeek felt a cold chill go down his nearly broken spine as he felt the presence of darker forces at work, watching him even now as he wondered about what the future might hold for him. UberGeek then took his attention away from the worries of tomorrow, and rejoined his Guardian and Seatopian allies. They began to plan a large ceremony for all the friends who were killed, but would never be forgotten: Lord Jimifulss, James Webster, Baracylton and the others who lost their lives protecting their land like any true man would.
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