Several centuries ago
A man in a cloak
was lying unconscious on the ground. He eventual came to, but didn't
get up. He lay there, weeping like a child. A large satanic seal
appeared in the sky, and Akuma stepped out of it.
“It hurts,
doesn't it?” he asked. The man didn't respond. “Look at you,
stripped of your power, and reduced to this sniveling being.”
“Silence!”
The man snapped, drawing a pistol and pointing it at Akuma's face.
“Don't make me
laugh,” Akuma said. “What if I told you there's a way for you to
get back into power?”
“What!?” The
man asked. “Is that possible?”
“Entirely,”
Akuma said. “I'm sure you know a lot about the Terrorspawn,
correct?”
“Yes,” the
man said. “Why?”
“Because I can
help you become one,” Akuma said, grinning.
Present day
Akuma
stood before Damien, grinning . Damien gripped his knife and
attempted to slash at Akuma. Akuma caught Damien's arm in mid-swing.
He turn sharply and threw Damien into the yard. His head struck the
ground, knocking him out.
“That
was disappointingly easy,” Akuma said.
John
got up and grabbed his moonring blade, which had landed a few feet
away. He charged at Akuma, swing the blade through the air. Akuma
turned and parried the attack.
“So
you can still fight?” he asked. “You certainly are a worthy
opponent, Horseman.”
“Shut
up!” John yelled, swinging his weapon.
Akuma
blocked John's attack and swung his own sword with enough force to
knock John on his back.
“You
don't seem to have recovered much since our last fight,” he said.
“And you look like you got a few more injuries since then too.”
“I
can still fight!” John said, touching one of the orbs around his
wrist.
His
moonring blade was replaced by a large ax. He raised it into the air
and brought it down. Akuma casually lifted his own blade and blocked
the attack. Her kicked John in the chest, sending him flying. He hit
the ground a few yards away. He tried getting back up, but collapsed
in pain immediately His ribs had been cracked from that attack. Akuma
raised a hand to the sky, and a satanic seal appeared above him.
“Satanic
Seal 8, Second Summoning,” he said.
A
strange monster flew through the seal. It resembled a fanged goat,
whose front legs had been replaced by a set of bat wings. It charged
at John, but Kaiser stepped in its path.
“A
flying creature, huh?” he asked, as his katana and sword
materialized. “I think I should handle this one.”
He
charged at the monster swinging his sword. It flew higher into the
air, and Kaiser followed it. Akuma began walking toward John, but
Hera stepped between them.
“I'll
be your opponent,” she said, lifting her scythe.
“You
seem eager to die,” Akuma said.
Hera
began swinging her scythe rapidly, forcing Akuma onto the defensive.
He was able to block the majority of her attacks, but one of them
sliced him across the chest. He recoiled in pain.
“Zero,
now!” She shouted.
Zero
appeared behind him, holding a giant ax in its hand. It swung the ax,
while Hera swung her scythe, attacking Akuma from two sides. Akuma
melted his sword and reformed it into twin blades that he used to
block both attacks simultaneously.
“Don't
take me for an amateur,” he hissed.
They
continues fighting. As they fought, David approached John, carrying a
bottle of blue liquid.
“Are
you okay?” he asked.
“I
don't think so,” John said. “That guy got me pretty good.”
“Here,
try some of this,” David said, twisting the cap off the bottle.
“What's
that?” John asked.
“ Elixir,”
David said. “It's supposed to have healing powers. I'd have used in
on my mom, but I didn't have it with me at the time.”
John
took a few sips from the bottle, and he felt his ribs suddenly repair
themselves, and his wounds closed up.
“Whoa!”
he said. “That stuff really works!”
“Yeah,”
David said. “I've never tested it out, but I guess it does work.”
Hera
and Zero continued fighting Akuma. Hera managed to slice one of his
shins while Zero slashed him across the back. He cried out in pain,
and Hera took her chance. She tripped him with the pole of her
scythe, then raised it into the air, preparing to stab him through
the chest with it. As she dropped the blade down, another figure
appeared before her and blocked her attack with a wicked looking
sword. The man's face was concealed beneath a bunch of black
bandages, revealing only his left eye, which was a sickly green
color. He wore a long, hooded robe. He slashed his sword quickly,
cutting her across the stomach. She fell to the ground, turning
deathly pale.
“Mistress!”
Zero cried.
The
man swung his blade, striking Zero to the ground as well. David
gripped his morningstar and attempted to charge at him, but the man
drew a gun with his free hand and shot David in the chest. David fell
to the ground, twitching. Kaiser sliced through the monster he was
fighting and flew toward the man, dodging the bullets fired at him.
Another man, whose body was composed partially of shadow, rose from
the ground and stopped Kaiser, blocking his katana with a shadowy
blade of his own.
“Who
the hell are you!?” Kaiser demanded.
“I'm
Bill Dawson,” he said. “You didn't think you were the only human
to be successfully fused with an Avatar, did you?”
John
got up and ran over to check on David. David had turned completely
pale, and his eyes had gone bloodshot.
“Poi...
son...,” David muttered.
John
looked up to see the man standing over him, sword raised. John
parried his attack with his ax. He man knocked John's weapon from his
hand, and kicked him so hard he was sent flying again, crashing into
the side of David's horse trailer. The man raised his gun, aiming at
John's face, but didn't fire.
“Who
the hell are you!” John demanded.
“I
am Lord Strain,” the man said. “The Terrorspawn of disease.”
The
man stabbed his sword into the ground and tore the bandages from his
face. John gasped, and nearly vomited from the sight of it. The mans
right eyes had a light grey iris, surrounded by yellow. There was a
huge scar beneath the eye, wide enough that the cheekbone beneath it
visible. The skin around the eye was dry and cracked, and the rest of
his face was dotted with boils and patches of decay.
“Or,”
the man said, “As your fathers knew me, Famine.”
“What?”
John asked.
“I
was the third Horseman of the Apocalypse, before they replaced me
with that fool Rage,” he said. “Now, I'm going have my revenge on
the bastards who outcast me, by destroying their precious children!”
He
charged at John sword raised. Deceit suddenly appeared between them.
His right hand sprouted giant claws and clashed with Lord Strain's
sword.
“You!”
Strain said.
“Long
time no see,” Deceit said, glaring into Strain's eyes.
Deceit's
eyes turned pitch black, and his mouth twisted into a fanged snarl.
His clothes seemed to dissolve, and his skin grew tight over his
bones. His left hand and feet sprouted talons, just like his right
hand had, and blades grew from his elbows and knees. His hair became
a darker black and grew out past his waist. Kaiser caught a glimpse
of him out of the corner of his eye, and gasped.
“The
clawed thing!” he exclaimed.
“So,
we clash yet again,” Strain said.
And
ivory mask formed over Strain's face, forming into the shape of a
birds beak. A pair od tattered and decayed bat wings sprouted from
his back. His gun melted and covered his left hand, solidifying into
a clawed gauntlet. His sword changed, developing a cutlass-like hand
guard, and growing a longer, more jagged blade.
“I'll
make you suffer!” Deceit hissed, his voice now deeper and more
feral.
“I'd
like to see you try, Deceit,” Stain said, glaring at him through
the lenses of his mask.
John
was paralyzed, unable to do anything but stand and watch as the two
eldritch horrors began attacking each other viciously.
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