"HOLY HELL!" Elias shouted, running from the deity. "HOLD ON THERE, WHAT'S THE RUSH?! Poseidon boomed as he picked Elias up from his coat, Elias struggling to run from the gargantuan entity. 'MIGHTY POSEIDON PLEASE DONT KILL ME'! Elias shouted, moving into fetal position in Poseidon's hand. 'I do not wish to kill you, young Wanderer. Word has spread of the Dark One's pillage, your arrival was planned, a little late sadly. " Poseidon shook his head. "Mighty Poseidon, if what you say is true, we will need your aid in the oncoming millenia. We will need the mightiest warriors from all corners of this world." Elias said to Poseidon. The others began making their way into the room from the outside water, Bianca SilverBane, Regula, and Asreon became shocked as well as they came face to face with Poseidon. "Hello, dear God of the Sea big fan." SilverBane giggled. "Wow, I've always read about you in literature." Regula said, bowing down on one knee. Asreon then flew up to meet the deitys eyes. "My lord, this is not a social call, I'm assuming." Poseidon shook his head: "On the Isle, there is much talk from the Fates, Darius The Black has survived, and his mind is relentless. Everyone, including Elias, was shocked. "BUT I WATCHED HIM DIE!" Regula shouted: "Slade became a glowing light and obliterated him." The mighty Poseidon shook his head once again. "Unfortunately, no, true that Elias's power overcame him, but evil has found a way, and Yahweh has decided to come to Earth in human form." Asreon's eyes widened in terror at the thought. "He can't....its impossible..he wouldn't. Asreon said, shocked. "It is so," Poseidon responded. "What's wrong with Yahweh coming to Earth?. Elias asked. Asreon then began a story of the revolt, how the Devil King Lucifer became a whispering ear, compelling other Angels to attack the throne, it was a bloody massacre, Angel against Angel, brother against sister. Lucifer had led his bloody war to Earth, and Yahweh, in the mist of his children dying, became a savage god, forcing himself to go to Earth to face his wicked son. "Think of what you do, my son, for this is not you." The memory of Yahweh said, pleading to Lucifer. "I WILL NOT LIVE MY ETERNAL LIFE IN SERVITUDE AND WORSHIP FATHER!" "YOUR CREATIONS YOUR CHILDREN WILL WORSHIP ME, I GIVE THEM TRUE FREEDOM, YOU PUNISH THEM FOR WHO THEY REALLY ARE, THEY WILL SEE WHAT A VILE GOD YOU ARE FORCING THEM INTO A LIFE OF SUBMISSION, OF CARNAL NEED TO PLEASE YOU"! And as the Devil King was about to strike the final blow: Yahweh made the most painful choice a father could make: He struck the Devil King with all his might, ripping the wings from his most cherished son, we all watched as Lucifer fell below the Earth into a fiery world we know now as Hell, it contorted and destroyed the rebellious Angel. "I HATE YOU FATHER!" Lucifer screamed to the heavens as he burned. That was the only day Yahweh had shed a tear. He floated back to Heaven that day, never keeping his eyes off the Earth as retribution for his son. After Asreon finished, everyone looked at each other in melancholy. Soon, Poseidon shrank down to meet the others in their size. "Come now, the past is past. We must prepare to secure the future of our worlds." The others then nodded in agreement, walking down the corridor with Poseidon deeper into the extraordinary Atlanis.
Darius The Black, in his new adolescent form, marched on, he traveled for many miles but finally came to what would be known later as the Dead Sea. He found a boat that would take him to the Isle of Olympius. The boat was massive carved from bones of fallen warriors of Olympius. There, he met the ferryman, who was old and worn. "A Fallen may not cross into the Archipelago of Olympius." The ferryman said, coughing as he talked. "I will pay the right fare, old man." Darius responded. "Fare or not, I will not allow you on my boat." The ferryman responded coldly. "You don't have a choice, either let me on or I'll slaughter you where you stand," Darius The Black said smiling his black wings began to protrude from his back. "I am older than time itself naive Fallen if you wish to fight, I will oblige." The ferryman jumps from the boat, and Darius sees his old nature as a lie. The man was built from head to toe covered in scars. "I am Kharon, and you will remember me this day." The ferryman said, throwing a punch at Darius, Darius began to use his blade like wings to cut at Kharon, and Kharon was not amused and grabbed Darius by the wings tossing him into the ocean. "I don't usually kill children. Kharon sighs, walking away. Darius burst from the depths: "I AM NO CHILD OLD MAN!" "BLACK TEMPEST: BLACK WING REPULSERS!" DARIUS SCREAMED. His black wings grew larger, becoming enveloped in a purple and black aura, creating orbs of energy around each one of his wings. Darius, with a wave of his hand, sends purple energy blasts from the orbs at Kharon. Kharon struggled to hold back the energy. "You will not get on this boat," he says, heavily breathing. "YOU HAVE NO CHOICE, SURRENDER OR DIE!" Darius screams, blasting more energy at Kharon. Kharon cannot withstand the force of Darius's attack, his skin starts to break apart in a purple light, and he looks up to the skies: "Mighty Zues, I have failed you." And explodes into dust.
Elias, Poseidon, and the others walk down a corridor in Poseidon's extravagant castle, watching sea creatures swim past their view. Poseidon then falls to his knees as if hurt by an unknown force. "My lord," Asreon said, running to his aid, the others followed. "It has happened," Poseidon said, catching his breath. "Kharon, the Ferryman, a guardian between our worlds...is dead, we must hurry there's not much time. The deity begins to hurry down the corridor with the others making haste. They then enter Poseidon's armory, where they are met with familiar faces. "Calypso, Genhera... mothers," Regula said as he saw his stepmother's there sitting. Genhera had gotten up to greet Bianca and Regula soon, and the others were introduced to Calypso and Genhera. "Not that I'm not happy to see you mothers, how and why are you here"? Regula asked. "We traveled the world after our departure from you. Calypso responded. "We will have much to discuss at a future time. Regula and Elias nodded in agreement. "What's our next move, other than taking on Darius head-on?" Elias says. "He will be anticipating us," Asreon responded, rubbing her eyes in aggravation. "I really dont care at this point". Elias scoffed. "Let him know we're coming, let even the Dark One know."
Lord Jasara walks through the dead forest around his castle, Derakana. Each tree was rotting and void of life, twisted and knarled into demented shapes. In his adventures, he crosses paths with two humans sparing with each other, and a brutal fight it is, both humans covered in sweat, mud, and blood waged war on each other, Lord Jasara was intrigued. He approached, to which both fighters stopped in their tracks. "Its the Dark One," one of them said in fear. "Hello." Jasara waved his claw in the air, his chains starting to poke out from his back, and one of them drew a blade. "Back off vile beast, we do not wish to die today." Jasara steps forward, cutting a small incision by his eye with his claw, letting black blood pour onto the ground. Then, reaching his hand down into it, the blood coiled in his hand to form a glorious scythe, intricate and sharp. "Watching your fight has me bored, unamused by human antics, fight a true god. Jasara swings the scythe in their direction, and the humans before him realize they have no choice but to fight. One of them runs at Jasara. "Devastar: Ripskin," Jasara says, and every inch of the man's skin is ripped from his body in a single instant. "Ughhhh," the man moans in pain before falling to his death. The human standing backs away, holding a tiny dagger. "Childish, after all the blood, all the sweat, the tears, where is your resolve?" Jasara says loudly as if aggravated by the lack of fight. The man screams, running at Jasara stabbing him with the dagger, but to no avail, the dagger melts against Jasara's skin, causing the man's hand to get burned. "AHHHHHH!" The man screamed in pain. Jasara grabbed his face, lifting him into the air. "Very amusing, stupid but amusing. Jasara says, starting to squeeze tight. "Why must we die for a fiend like you?" The man groans as blood starts to pour from his head. "Why, because you're weak, you have no real skill, just imitation of others superiority, no true resolve no spine of any kind, what could you have hoped to achieve by training, what could you have learned in your feeble human lifetime that I haven't learned in thousands of years"? Lord Jasara snarled, shattering the man's head into millions of tiny blood pieces along the ground. "Imperfect, disgusting, a pure waste of life, it was mercy what I did. Jasara begins to walk away from the corpses but hears the skinless human breath once more, in short pained moans struggling to move on the ground. "You're still alive?" Jasara cackles walking over to the skinless human. "Ughhhh, uhhhhh....kill....me". He breathed aloud suffering. "You are the one to interest me, more resolve than your buddy." The skinless man looks over to see his friends head completely obliterated, and his body is like a rag doll covered in his own blood and filth. "N....no...no," he reaches for life. He manages to look up at Jasara, unable to close his eyes, for his eyelids are gone. "What...are...you...waiting.....for". He asks Jasara, but Jasara uses his claw to rip his own arm open, black blood once more spills on the ground. "Drink....it" Jasara orders the skinless man. "Drink it you vile disgrace, be something better". The man clinging onto every second of life through the pain does as he's ordered. The pain subsides, his organs and muscle begin to ooze black blood, forming a slick metallic skin surface. The man says once more. "What is the point of this"? He asks looking as his new dark metallic skin. "The point, is power is everything, the power to give life..... or take it, it is mine and mine alone my new Phantar, I have much to show you and a task for you to uphold". Jasara says to the man. "What makes you think I will follow you"? The man asks. "Because I can just rip your skin off again and leave you to die, is that what you want"? The man shakes his head in disagreement. "I think I'll call you Niro Jasara cackles in delight walking away with Niro walking alongside.