Chapter 5: Eclipse of Sin

[Soul Eater]

[Diachi, Cara, Hina, ??, Adeleine]
{Fallen Angel Castle, Hell}

The group dismounted the Halberd and were greeted with the sight of various creatures. As they thought they were going crazy, they saw a glow around a boy, barely visible in front of the crowd.

"This is final smash? It looks a bit... madcap", he said to himself, "And I thought we missed everything".

Hina was still confused. No-one had told her anything about where she was or how things worked. She barely knew anything about this world.

"That's a final smash", Cara told her, noticing her confusion.

"What's that?" Hina asked in response.

"It's used by breaking a smash ball. It allows them to use an immensely powerful technique. I've never seen one, but it varies between people."

Diachi almost laughed at how ridiculous it appeared. He knew how serious it was though. It was a truly dangerous force, behind the laughable appearance.

"Well, I guess we weren't late then", He said as a tree ran past. He turned and noticed Eiron in the distance, along with Falcon and five others. He walked towards them.

"I know, we're late." Diachi said hurriedly before Eiron had a chance to say anything. "Oh, and you wanted her here?" He asked before pointing towards Hina.

"Ah, good, I was thinking she would get here." Eiron answered.

She turned towards him. "You're Eiron?"

"Yes, I am". He answered quickly, "I thought you guys weren't going to get here in time".

"Same" Diachi said, before laughing to himself at the sight of Snicket's army.

[sasukess]

[Castle Town]
[Voltage, Genesis]

(OOC: Maxi is gone for a bit, so he asked me to control his character until he gets back.)

Voltage's inquiry fell onto deaf ears; Genesis was still concerned with his new look. He kept looking at himself, as if he didn't recognize himself. Voltage sniffed the air to check if anyone else was near. There were no notable dangers near. Crickets were chirping quite loudly, other than that there wasn't any sounds. Voltage yelled, "Genesis!"

Genesis, finally re-gaining his hearing, looked up at Voltage almost like he was coming a daze. "Voltage? That you?" Voltage leaned over the edge of the roof. "Yeah, why are you here?" Genesis hopped onto a lamppost, then onto the roof with Voltage, then answered his question with a shrug. "Dunno. I was with Neni and the others in a portal goin' out of hell, then I ended up here looking like this."

Voltage studied Genesis for few seconds, then spoke back. "I see. I don't know why I'm here either." Voltage stretched and laid back to watch the stars. "I'm just waiting for something..."

Genesis sat down. "Mind if I wait with ya?"

"Whatever."

[eiron]

[Mewtwo]
{Hyrule Castle}

“Getting into Hell is a simple task,” Nemeck said, bemused. “Getting out is the tricky part.”

With that, the ancient warrior disappeared into the darkness, and Mewtwo found himself hoping that the fiend would indeed remain trapped in that nightmarish pit. However, he wiped such thoughts from his mind. Eiron had demonstrated that even one such as Nemeck could be controlled, if briefly, and the monster’s usefulness was undeniable. If such a beast could be used to turn this chaotic world towards order, then so be it. The alternatives were worse.

No, the world could no longer be left to its own devices, its own cycles of light and darkness. Humanity had failed once more to stem the savagery of war, of its lesser nature. Now, a higher power was required to stop the chaotic pendulum of good and evil, the twin face of the world. Its wild oscillations striking down all in its path, made corporeal through the hands of Crehavos’ terror. Yes, a higher power was required. A higher Order.

The Order of the Balance was that higher power. A power that would guide the world away from the senseless juvenile prattle-these vain crusades that consumed all in their paths. It was time to save this world.

The wheel of fate had already been set in motion; the Vatic Generals of the Order had already begun their preparations. Kaimu, master of the Order’s Sentinels has left his brazen mark upon their foes at Skytown. And Eiron, the leader of the Order’s covert emissaries, the Eyes, was poised to help topple the reign of the foul Hell Lord.

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Mewtwo looked down at the data drive in his hand. In the pale light, the emblem seemed to glow; the yin yang overlaid by the Smash Emblem. A symbol of things to come. Mewtow gripped the device tightly and moved to the entrance of the throne room, staring out across the starry horizon. The land was dark; no candle lights dotted the city below, the citizens within cowering in fear of the Dark Lord who ruled over them. Even the beasts, the cats and dogs obeyed the curfew, unwilling to stray out into that hostile night.

Mewtwo was about to turn away, when he spotted a flicker of movement in the town. Halting his withdrawl, he peered deeper into the darkness, his prescience senses tingling gently in encouragement. He could make out too figures in the darkness, sitting idly atop a random rooftop. Somewhat intrigued, Mewtwo studied the figures closer, contemplating the silent push of his sixth sense. Ganondorf was gone, and Crehavos was being dealt with. There was no hurry. Mewtwo rose gently into the air, and descended upon Castle Town and its nocturnal intruders.

[Ganondorf]
{Fallen Angel Castle, Hell}

Ganondorf stood poised atop the battlement, like some terrible bird of prey ready to swoop down upon the approaching Saviors. The Snicket boy led his cadre of deliriously surreal warriors, and more and more of the SSS trickled in to assist. The writhing Hell Spawn gushed from the main gates, rallying around the force of Ganon’s words and the iron strength of his will. The Thief King sneered. The two forces would occupy each other for some time-perhaps enough for Ganondorf to accomplish what he now had to do. The thing he had been weaseling and maneuvering to avoid this entire time. To destroy Crehavos himself.

Ganon removed a small communicator from his armor and held it to his ear, listening to the crackling static of interdimensional communication. Finally, the transmission established contact. The sound of passionate sobbing burst from the speaker, and Ganodorf suppressed the urge to crush it in his hand. “King Koopa.” He said, keeping his intense annoyance and dislike out of his voice.

Almost immediately, the blubbering came to a stop, and Bowser’s gruff voice answered the link. “Ganondorf! Uh, er, what is it?” he roared hurriedly, trying to mask his still recovering nerves. “Why do you disturb me?”

“My condolences on the Princes’ escape…” Ganon said calmly, though the urge to scream in rage was slowly building within him. He quickly suppressed it. “But if I’m going to save her life, I’m going to need your help.”

The communicator in Ganon’s ear let out a sound akin to that of a dog choking on its food and quickly hacking it back out. “WHAT!?” Bowser roared, rage blinding all reason. “Princess Peach is in danger!?”

Ganondorf allowed a twisted smile to spread across his face. “Crehavos intends to slaughter her with the rest of the SSS filth.” He let the words sink in, do their work. “Along with us.”

“W-what?” Bowser gasped, aghast with what he was hearing. Rage quickly overcame him. “You think I can’t see what you’re doing? You think I can’t see that you want me to betray Crehavos and take the throne yourself!?” Memories of Ganon’s betrayal during the first encounter with Tanuu rushed to Bowser’s mind, and he gripped the communicator tightly, cracking its sides slightly. “What kind of a fool do you take me for?” he roared.

“Shut up.” Ganon said bluntly. The simplicity of the command, the bluntness, the unrefined, out of character nature of the order acted as a slap to the face to Bowser. “Listen very carefully to me, King Koopa. Your life, and the life of that wench depend on it.” Silence answered him, and the Dark Lord knew that Bowser would hear him out. “Did you honestly ever expect Crehavos to share his power with us? Did you really think that he would let us, after all we’ve done, to remain in his fold? No. Our deaths were assured even before the Saviors.”

Bowser remained silent, so Ganondorf continued. “We were useful to him though, we provided a means to deal with the pests that stood in his way. But now our usefulness is at its end. Now, the final chapter of this war is upon us, and our execution is in sight.” Ganon paused, considering his options. “There’s something else as well…”

He then related to the Koopa King the tale of Mewtwo’s visit and the shocking news of Ucria’s death, and the unsettling results. The grave, apocalyptic danger of Crehavos’ madness. And at last, Bowser responded.

“Ucria…? Ucria is dead?” Bowser asked, his voice shockingly soft and quiet. And suddenly, Ganondorf knew he had found the lever with which to move the great, cold heart of the Koopa King. He realized that at this very moment, he was imagining a world without his precious Princess Peach, the emptiness, the loneliness. Ganondorf smiled.

“Yes.” He said gravely, a twinge of sadness fleeting across his voice. “You understand now, don’t you? What that would do to Crehavos, how it would rend his heart and soul? Do you still doubt the danger of what I have told you?”

Silence gripped the line, but Ganon was unconcerned. He knew he had done it. He knew he had snared the heart and loyalty of the terrible creature. And as expected, Bowser answered. “I’ll be there shortly.”

Ganondorf snapped the communicator shut, and with a twirl of his cape, turned from the unfolding battle below him and entered the castle once more.

[Eiron, Snicket, Dachi, Cara, Sour, Falcon, ect]
{Fallen Angel Castle, Hell}

Eiron let out a huge inward sigh of relief as Ganondorf turned away from the battle and withdrew into the fortress. The Thief King’s presence in Hell could only mean that Mewtwo had made contact with him, and his absence on the battlefield confirmed the pokemon’s success. Which, Eiron thought, was a very, very good thing. Fighting one immortal enemy was nerve racking enough. Two would be uncool to the highest degree.

Eiron glanced to Sour and his companions, winking. “You ready?”

“Oh yeah.” He replied, and they all simultaneously cocked their weapons.

Eiron smiled and turned to Dachi, Cara, and their small group of companions. “Thanks for dropping by you guys. The help is really appreciated.” He smiled, nodding to a grinning elf as it floated by. “Trippiest. Army. Ever.” He turned back towards the onrushing wave of enemies, readying himself. “Alright then.” He said quietly. “Let’s do this.”

The forces of Hell and Snicket’s “well armed friends” clashed at the gates, exploding into chaotic battle. Waffles on wolfos, trees on koopas, elves against demons. Actually, that last one made sense. Sort of. Eiron ducked and wove around the foul creatures, sticking close to Captain Falcon. The F Zero racer moved with liquid grace, jabbing and kicking through the mass of enemies like quicksilver. Eiron followed in his footsteps, magnetizing himself towards and against his opponents to dodge blows and return attacks of his own, and occasionally summoning some monstrosity to crash through their ranks. Soon, a Space Pirate Commando, a Darknut, and a giant rhinoceros of the Kongo Jungle where wreaking havoc upon the enemy. Sour joined in the fray, whipping his staff around him in blazing dance of wind and flailing wood. But the power of Snicket’s Final Smash by far wrought the most damage to the Legions. The whimsical mass of imaginary creatures and objects sliced through the writhing columns of the damned, breaching the main gates. The demons for the first time realized that Ganondorf had abandoned them to their fates, and boiling black fear swelled in their hearts, and they were pushed back further, drawing the battle into the Great Hall.

Eiron narrowly avoided a demon’s deathblow and retaliated with his charging rhino, very literally flattening the resistance in front of him. He took a moment to get his bearings and maneuvered closer to the rest of the group, calling to Snicket as he did so. “I don’t suppose you know where we’re going, do you?”

[Nemeck]
[Fallen Angel Castle]

From the shadows, Nemeck watched Ganondorf’s conversation and subsequent departure with great interest. Now, the meaning of Dartanian’s words were made clear to him. Crehavos did indeed intend to drag the entire plain of existence down with him.

Nemeck descended from his shadowy perch and alighted atop the battlement, slinking quickly and silently across the ramparts. As he moved, his thoughts drifted back to Skytown, and the fateful standoff between himself and the Hell Lord.

“Foolish lance…you think I battle for honor…for Armageddon?”

Nemeck leapt to the next set of battlements above, crouching in the shadows cast by the raging lava lake against the castle. The Hands soared over head, briefly visible to Nemeck as they rained down their wrath against the Hell Spawn from the sky. Then they were gone, clear of his line of site. Moving quickly, Nemeck continued his ascent, climbing, leaping, and slinking towards the Central Keep.

[Ganondorf, Bowser]
{Fallen Angel Castle}

Bowser emerged from the fiery portal, his eyes blood shot with rage (and quite possibly tears). Ganon stood before him with his arms crossed, his face settled into a displeased frown. Bowser merely grunted in greeting. It was clear that neither enjoyed the other’s presence. Ganon nodded, and the two turned towards the grand staircase at the base of the Keep.

Ganondorf raised his arms, and the two gently floated straight up between the circular rows of stairs, ascending quickly through the tower. Rows upon rows of guards watched their ascent, but made no move to stop them. As far as they all new, they were rushing to Crehavos’ assistance. Ganon wondered briefly how many of Crehavos’ minions were aware of the madness that possessed their master. That Savior and Legion would all burn equally. The Dark Lord cast his eyes skyward, as if peering for a glimmer of sunlight to cut through the darkness. The gentle yellow light that fell across Hyrule, that warmed the earth with tender care-not this hellish heat, not this oven of damnation. He had been so close. But no one was going to take Hyrule away from him. Not the Hero of Time, not Kin or Zel or Snicket, not even the Lord of Hell itself. His was the divine right of the Gods, and no one would stop him.

The two villains finally came to the final, highest level of the keep and settled down gently on its velvet floor. Before them lay the twin giant doors to Crehavos’ throne room. And beyond that, the Hell Lord himself. At least, Ganon thought with a wry smile, He did me the favor of disposing of that infernal Sovaherc. With a mighty kick, Ganondorf shattered the door before him, and the two entered the throne room.

[Cell]

[Crehavos, Sovaherc]

The fabled battle of prophecy had already commenced not even an hour before, the destined crusade in which only the strongest force of either light or dark would prevail. A clash set to leave a troubled conclusion if gone astray, but supreme confidence had already been placed in a deity by his comrades to destroy the wretched monster. And yet, as the fray progressed, a victorious outcome now seemed only able to befall that of the other, the darkest of all foes. It was not to go unnoticed, even in the distant past. Sages of divinity had predicted this horrific end in a simpler age, an age of prosper and peace, that a wicked vigor would birth from a cataclysmic war of the Gods, that this fiend would steadily mature in a timeless road to one day emerge from his own creation, the lake of fire, to desecrate a harmonious world, to become the most terrible of evil; one that was indescribable by any word except for his name.

Now, it would seem that Crehavos’ fierce power would even overcome his supposed equal in terms of might; the one who was guaranteed to put a stopper in this tyrant’s eternal wrath was soon to fall himself.

“Surprised by my power, are you?!” Crehavos mocked in an a psychotic glee. He and Sovaherc were engaged in a collision of absolute valor, steadily, his energy wave of vivid, scarlet iniquity pressing on to dominate the radiant jade of his doppelganger’s retaliation. From the moment their attacks met, Sovaherc was quite confident that he would not fail in this struggle; they were, after all, equals. He did have his faith in the light, however, to aid him in this test of raw power against the Lord of Hell. It wasn’t long until he realized something, though, when the dark emperor began to exert enough strength to actually . . . overwhelm him. His pillar of energy began to retract gradually with the force of the other, and as it did, the only possible answer to this dilemma dawned itself.

The Orb of Ucria’s Last . . . it can’t be . . . he must have it . . .

Sovaherc’s eyes widened as, in the distance, on the opposite side of the tussle, an unsettling noise dribbled out of the demon’s mouth. A cackle, high and clear, chimed over the roar of the violent flare; a laugh of taunting scorn, one that confirmed Sovaherc’s ghastly conclusion.

“Yes, you clueless fool! I have the orb!” the hellion cried, an incredible surge of triumph filling him at last. A simple mind reading, which was all it took to realize that he was truly the mightiest: that he had something the other knew not. The columns of power swayed with his burst of insanity, once more advancing dangerously towards the failing Sovaherc. Crehavos continued, wearing a palpable sneer as haunting as his laugh, “Did the brilliant Saviors forget to mention that key detail!?”

Dread began to devastate Sovaherc’s senses; never did he foresee that this fiend would have stolen such an ancient relic full of endless shadows . . . but how did he ever discover it? It was said to be lost for centuries . . .

Obviously, Crehavos had heard his thoughts again, as another chilling guffaw escaped into the air. “This orb is more destined for me than you may think,” said the Lord of Hell, eyes swaying to briefly glance at his chest, where the orb lay permanently fused. “Those familiar with the orb’s legacy thought it to be a creation of Lovilian heir. I too believed this fallacy when I ventured to obtain it myself. I already knew of it's effects, that it would grant me a significant power increase that would leave me unrivaled for centuries, if not millenniums! I was curious, though, of the origin of the magnificent object. Not a single piece of research I rummaged through ever suggested it was not rightly of Lovilian design, no . . . “

His voice quieted, to barely above a whisper, as he went on; apparently addressing himself more now than his weakening foe. “Only earlier on this very day . . . I discovered the truth. The orb . . . was simply my lost power from a long deceased era in which I thrived. It was then the Gods had my power deemed to be . . . perilous . . . They stole it from me all of those years ago . . .

“For the countless days that have since past my naissance, I have been subject to complete indifference, merely because of how I came into this world . . . by a means of evil that the Gods brought upon themselves, that took form into a physical being with extraordinary potential. . .” Crehavos took on a new tone, not one of spite and anger, but one of remorse -- of rejection. “Even in the days when I committed no such acts of malice or havoc, I was treated with disgust. My original intentions for my kingdom were not rotten . . . I saw the living realm, and where they headed subsequent to it. There were those whom I saw befitting of the glorious afterlife, but others . . . no, they were not. Not in the slightest.

“I took it upon myself to create a world of my own, a world to punish those blasted sinners for everything they had done . . .” Crehavos voice was barely audible, especially with the conflict still fierce and undying, but Sovaherc’s keen hearing was able to pick up this monologue as he struggled to keep from being scattered into oblivion. Then . . . there was something in the demon’s eyes . . . a deprived sadness that has not yet had the chance to grieve; an untold story, an archaic sorrow.

Crehavos had enough, he had wasted far too much time as it was humoring this meddlesome adversary. Bit by bit, he began to draw an excessive quantity of energy from his core, delving into the remainder of his reserves. A foggy black semblance began to release from his hands as if the darkness itself was stabbed, soon spreading to whip around the entirety of his body. Even the aura itself exposed his Underworld Kingdom; black as the darkest fire, smoking as if his body were smoldering over the ancient fires of eternity. Preparing himself to deliver the final blow, he closed his eyes as if to fall into a deep, blissful slumber. Nevertheless, they reopened, empty and cold, the Lord of Hell’s face now coated in a mask of evil purity all over again. Crehavos steadied himself, and he met Sovaherc’s gaze. His mouthed moved, but the deity could no longer hear. He was already beginning to deteriorate, to shatter.

“All is doomed to nothing.”

The brawl had been won.

[bobsnicket]

[Behind Fallen Angel Castle (I think)]
[Crehavos, Sovaherc]

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Sovaherc heart seemed to shatter within him as he listened to the details which Crehavos saw fit to expound to him in this final moment. It had been such a simple mistake, so easily overlooked...but then, it was always the small, insignificant things that turned the tide, that decided the outcome.

His strength gone, he lifted his gaze from Crehavos's triumphant glare to the dark ramparts of the devil's castle, the crenellated walls glowing a subtle red from the lava lake below. Far across the dreary, demon-filled plain, the SSS was locked in continuously intense combat, but they seemed to be gaining an upper hand. For they had hope. And their hope had been based on their reliance on him....

"Palutena, forgive me," he uttered shakily, as the full force of the Hell Lord's column of crimson energy overcame him. In a single dreadful moment, his life was spirited away and torn apart, the radiance of his black skin obliterated, the sheen of his metallic hair negated, the light in his noble emerald eyes extinguished. Several terrible seconds went by as Crehavos let his wrath rage out through his hands, ensuring the destruction of his opposite and supposed equal. And then the red column subsided in its torrent, narrowing and vanishing to leave a space of emptiness where Sovaherc had once stood and fought. There was nothing left.

[Fallen Angle Castle, Great Hall]
[Eiron, Snicket, Dachi, Cara, Sour, Falcon, ect]

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A buck deer rammed into a bulky demon with its head lowered, gorging it through with its pronged antlers. A bear with an out-of-place purple bowtie roared and shuffled forward, clawing at the nefarious imps and gogs left and right. A particularly creative elf stood atop the bear's head at an eagle's perch, grinning incessantly as he took aim and sniped out the larger targets with his rifle, giggling cheerfully with each shot.

All around the great hall, such scenes were repeated time and time again in a collage of complete chaos, with the demons gaining little headway on their imaginary foes, although here and there could be found the occasional decapitated elf head or dismembered walrus or flattened waffle or severed tree branch. But for the most part, the forces of Hell were taking the heavier toll.

"I don't suppose you know where we're going, do you?" Eiron inquired of Snicket in a raised voice as they fought side by side, the former upon a charging rhinoceros, the latter atop Yoshi. Fiendish creatures leapt at them from before their eyes with savage looks, but they were all swept aside one way or another, whether it be Yoshi's eggs, Taishi's fire (who was flying close above), Eiron's magic, or the rhino's ivory horn.

"We're seizing control of Crehavos's castle," Bob yelled back in response as he uppercutted an Octorok with his hammer. "Once we've confirmed that Sovaherc has succeeded, we can use this position to chase away whatever of 'His Supremacy's ' followers remain. And I think--"

But the boy's words were cut off as a scene taking place beyond a window at the far end of the hall caught his eye. It was still a distance away, but he could make out two figures facing each other, both with silver hair, pushing at each other with beams of red and green substance. The one responsible for the green beam was pushed back and overwhelmed by a sudden outburst of red force, and once the last of the scarlet had passed, nothing of the figure remained.

Bob Snicket faltered in his attack, his hammer arm falling limply at his side, seemingly unaware of the demons charging at him. Everything outside that window faded to a dream-like, peripheral reality. Time seemed to slow down, Yoshi crying out at him as he was forced to cover for both himself and his rider, Eiron calling out to him. "What is it?" he said, following the direction of the writer's eyes to the window, eyes widening as he came to the same realization. The battle raged on, Captain Falcon making use of one of his signature Falcon Kicks in order to slice through the opposition, all the forest creatures and elves and random animated objects twittering and growling and giggling behind and beside him. A deadly centipede-like creature hurtled itself out of the mass of demons at Snicket's head, coming within inches of his face before being intercepted by a black blur which flashed before his eyes. Everything seemed to lose any and all meaning, any and all purpose.

Sovaherc was gone. Crehavos had killed him. Their great hope had failed, as surely as it had first sparked a light within the ranks of the SSS. He slowly shook his head in utter shock. He had been so sure. He had wagered all he had, all the SSS had, on the victory of the Hell Lord's polar opposite over himself. And it had fallen through. Despite Sovaherc's best efforts, he had fallen. He, Bob Snicket, had let his friends and companions down, intended or not. It was over. They were fighting a doomed battle. And Crehavos knew it.

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Suddenly his vision clouded over, giving way to a different sight. Sakurai, Master of the Dojo, stood before him, staring at him emotionlessly, his eyes twinkling.

"Bob Snicket," he spoke in a firm, dreamy, echoey voice. "Your mission is not yet finished! You have great life before you. So do the rest, cha! But you think victory comes through giving up?! Why do you give up so easily?! You forget who you represent, what the Super Smash Saviors are, why you are fighting. Remember...what the Brawlers had to do to defeat Taboo....CHAAAAAAA!!!"

With that, Sakurai vanished into the whiteness, and Snicket's vision returned to the battle taking place in the great hall. He blinked several times, dazzled and slightly disconcerted, then remembered Sakurai's admonition.

The Brawlers. Right. When all hope had seemed to be lost, they had come together as one and found a way to destroy Taboo, rather than face the fate of being trapped forever as trophies.

And so Bob Snicket realized what they had to do. Raising his hammer to fend off oncoming demons, he reached into his cloak with his other hand and brought out his Smash Orb.

"Calling all Forumers and Brawlers. Set immediate course for the Castle. Things have not gone as expected. We need everyone we can get...."

He stashed the Orb away, not bothering to explain to Eiron or Yoshi. They couldn't give up yet.

[eiron]

[Eiron, Snicket, Falcon, Yoshi, Tashi, ect.]
{Fallen Angel Castle, Hell}

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Eiron watched in shock as Sovaherc died. A cold, hard knot formed in his stomach, the vague icy tingling of fear creeping slowly outward from it. All around the room, the fight continued as if nothing had happened, oblivious to the terrible reality that was crashing down over their heads. Their one great tool against the Hell Lord had been lost, his apparent equal surpassed beyond measure. Eiron had not truly expected victory from a clash of equal but opposite warriors, but a stalemate for them to push into their favor. But Crehavos had shattered that illusion.

Eiron watched as Falcon latched onto a horrified demon, his hands gripping his shoulders tightly, and launch him away with a resounding “YES!” The Captain shot into the air, exhilaration shining from his face, and finally saw the terrible scene atop the tower. Elation turned to horror, and almost comically, he roared “NO!” and tumbled roughly to the ground. Eiron might even have laughed, had it not been for the shock and horror in his voice, the ghastly, appalled expression that stole over his countenance. There was a sharp pain in Eiron’s chest as he watched the proud F Zero racer fall to the ground, the Falcon’s wings broken.

But Eiron was wrong. Falcon rose like a terrible phoenix, consumed with wrath. Flames erupted from his fists, and he tore through the enemy, terrifying to behold. The dark knot in Eiron’s chest condensed, solidifying, tightening. If possible, it was colder than before, but the icy fog of fear had vanished. No, in its place lay a cold, impenetrable certainty. As Eiron watched Falcon, his thoughts turned to Dobs and Toran, fighting somewhere within the castle. More than the fate of the universe was at stake here. Something more important hung in the balance; the final, unflinching truth that when good rallied together, when friends stood ready to die for each other, that fear and darkness could not stand in their way.

Suddenly, Snicket’s voice broke his train of thought. "Calling all Forumers and Brawlers. Set immediate course for the Castle. Things have not gone as expected. We need everyone we can get...." Snicket glanced at Eiron, not bothering to explain. Their eyes met briefly, and Eiron nodded, not needing to be told. There was no time left for discussion, only action.

From his armored, horned mount, Eiron summoned his Pirate Commander to his side. The Phazite clad alien leapt somersaulting into the air, raining down cannon fire across the fiends. Then it was among them, invisible, slashing, whirling, maiming the demons from within their own ranks. Discord spread like a virus, and the lines wavered. Eiron turned to his Darknut, the great lumbering beast -knight of Hyrule. Heeding Eiron’s silent impetus, the great steel encased warrior flung his mighty sword into their foes, ringing through the air as if cleaved masses of Hell Spawn in two. Without an instant’s hesitation, the knight held his broad shield in front of him, crouched, and charged, blasting through the enemy like a steamroller. And finally, from atop his lumbering rhinoceros, Eiron charged, riding to Falcon’s side.

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But finally, the enemy had realized what they all had immediately. “Sovaherc has fallen!” they cried, sneering and laughing. “Long live Crehavos, the Invincible!” The earlier shock of Ganondorf’s abandonment evaporated, their strength and vigor returning a hundred fold with the victory of their master. And then, to Eiron’s horror, the Black Knight appeared from the doorway leading to the Central Keep.

His armor, darker than the blackest night, seemed to swallow the light around it. The silver blade in his hand seemed to shine brilliantly in comparison, and it was to that sword that Eiron’s eyes locked onto. Had Dobs and Toran fallen to that blade? Had the foul general proven too much a match? The demons roared ever louder, seeing their Commander join their ranks. Eiron gazed into the cavernous darkness where the Knight’s eyes lay hidden, and for an instant, he knew that his gaze was returned. Then, with a flash of steel so fast that Eiron’s eyes could barely trace its path, the Black Knight struck. Brilliant blue flames erupted from the tip of the sword, racing along the ground like lightning. Eiron very nearly pumped his fist into the air in triumph, and the demons roared in shock, rage, and horror. A towering wall of blue flames now separated the demons from the beleaguered Saviors. The monsters that had lain in its path exploded into violet fire, howling madly as they died, never knowing that they had been betrayed.

“Go!” The Black Knight bellowed from behind the curtain of flames. “Destroy he who would slay us all! I will hold these ones here.” With a twirl of his crimson cape, the Knight unleashed himself upon the Legions, his ebony armor reflecting all who assailed him, and his silver sword smiting all in his path.

The path to the Keep now clear, Eiron turned to his companions, and despite himself, could not help but note how uncomfortable it was to ride a rhinoceros for any length of time. Forcing his mind onto more important issues, he focused on Snicket. “Let’s do this.”

[Ganondorf, Bowser, Crehavos]
{Fallen Angel Castle, Hell}

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As the great door to the throne room shattered, Ganondorf’s vision was filled with blazing red light. Across and outside the expansive room, the Hell Lord and his opposite dueled, the power of their battle spilling out onto the surrounding ramparts as their opposing pillars of energy grappled. The killer in Ganondorf knew that it was almost over, that Sovaherc was weakening. And soon, he watched with grim satisfaction as Sovaherc was overcome, green swallowed by red, and disappeared into nothingness.

For a long moment, Crehavos was still and silent. He looked so small, suddenly. Frail, almost, compared to Ganon and Bowser, who towered over him. But Ganon dismissed the thought from his mind. He knew all too well that the body was merely a vessel for the power that lay within. And the King of Evil was not so unlearned as to not think that Crehavos held great power. As if sensing his thoughts, the Hell Lord turned, his face blank.

Slowly, he meandered over towards the ruined door, casually stepping over and around the shattered pieces as if they would sully his shoes if touched, like a child avoiding puddles. With an air of curiosity, Crehavos approached, and politely spoke to his two Commanders. “Ganondorf, Bowser, what a pleasant surprise. What brings you to my humble abode?” The voice was calm and measured, and it was all Bowser could do to not look dumbstruck. Ganon, however, could see the knife behind the veil.

Smiling, he spread his arms slightly, palms up, and motioned to the ruined throne room. “We had hoped to offer his lordship assistance…” He said, his voice silky, his own knife poised behind them. “Yet it seems that none was required. Please forgive me for my hastiness, as I believe I’ve rather ruined your door.”

The wordplay proved too much for the Koopa King, who turned on Ganondorf with rage burning in his eyes. “What are you doing!?” he hissed, rounding back towards Crehavos. “THIS MONSTER WANTS TO KILL MY PRINCESS!”

As Ganon suppressed the urge to throttle the giant turtle right then and there, Crehavos merely blinked, and turned his gaze from one to the other. “I was wondering when the treacherous snake would rear its head.” He said calmly, utterly unconcerned. And how could he be? Had he not just slain the fool who had dared to call himself his equal?

Ganondorf laughed, dark and honest, all pretensions gone. His golden eyes locked onto Crehavos’, murder glinting within them. “We all expected this from each other. This is no treachery. This is simply the fulfillment of a long, unspoken agreement.” He drew his crimson sword and held it before him, its glow burning with the slow, deliberate sense of purpose that filled Ganon now. At the touch of its glow, the savage beast within Bowser seemed to awaken, the great monster that lay hidden underneath the childish antics of the Koopa King.

Crehavos, maintaining his air of indifference, drew his own blade out of thin air. The bottomless darkness of its steel contrasted ominously against the burning light of the Thief King’s and he calmly raised it to meet his opponent’s. “Such admirable insight. It is unfortunate that it must end this way.”

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Ganondorf gave a twisted smile. “Yes. I had hoped to avoid this myself.” And indeed, he had. Such a pity that it was not the Saviors that stood in his place now, filled with self righteousness and proclaiming the Hell Lord’s demise. He had come so closely to letting Crehavos dig his own grave and pay for the funeral at the same time. Ganon’s thoughts turned dark. Only that wretched girl had ruined his plan. That wretched, disgusting Ucria, who despite everything, had managed to grasp hold of the Hell Lord’s dark heart and drag it with her to the grave. Ganon sneered.

He and Bowser moved at the same instant, filled now with the same terrible sense of purpose, of survival and God given destiny, of honor and empire. It seemed to guide their movements, aim their blows. Ganon lunged forward, his blade streaking towards Crehavos’ heart. The blow was deflected with ease, but then Bowser was at the Hell Lord’s side, fire gushing from his mouth. Away Crehavos spun, his blade dancing and whisking the flames aside, only to have Ganon come leaping down on him from above, his sword carving a jagged path through the air as he slashed downwards. Crehavos stepped easily to the side, not even blinking as the blade passed millimeters in front of his face. With lightning speed he knocked Ganon aside with backhand and turned to Bowser. With a flick of his hand, the air in front of the mighty koopa exploded, sending him reeling backwards.

But Ganon had recovered, and instead of assailing the Hell Lord directly, dissipated into Twilight Matter, reforming at Bowser’s side. Crehavos launched a blitz of demonic spells at them, turning the air scarlet with deadly projectiles. Bowser receded into his shell, and with a mighty heave, Ganondorf lifted him by the tail and flung him through the deathly hailstorm. Spells and hexes ricocheted off his shell as Bowser spun through the air, and from within his near impenetrable armor he gushed forth another stream of fire, transforming him into a spinning cyclone of flames and spikes. His brow now furrowed in concentration, Crehavos slammed his blade into the ground and caught Bowser’s spinning body with his bare hands, using the spikes along his back as handles. But Ganon had lunged after his living projectile, and with the Triforce of Power blazing in his hand, he shoved into Bowser’s tough underside with all his might, pressing the spiked back of the Koopa King into Crehavos. The Hell Lord moved his head to the side just in time to avoid being impaled, but his face met shell with impressive force, and he reeled backward and relinquished his hold on Bowser.

The Koopa King emerged from his shell only to have Ganon leapfrog atop his head and lung after Crehavos, whose eyes now locked onto his with unbridled fury. Ganon smashed into the ground in front of Crehavos, unleashing a brilliant shockwave of white light, but the Demon King leapt into the air with his blade reforming in his hands. Ganondorf barely avoided the down flash of dark steel as he leapt to the side, but Crehavos continued past him strait for Bowser. Dodging a swipe of the koopa’s claws, he uppercutted the beast in the jaw, knocking him clean off the ground. Drawing inspiration from Ganon, Crehavos clutched Bowser’s tail and hurled him. Not at his ally, but directly into the ground, the spikes that had nearly impaled him now pinning their owner to the floor. In a flash he was standing over Bowser with his sword held high, ready to run him through, but a pale flash of light smashed into him, causing him to stagger. Spectral ghost riders swarmed towards him at shocking speed, lances raised for the attack. A single graceful sword arc cut them down, but the distraction gave Bowser the time to blast a wall of fire at Crehavos from his downed position at near point blank range. Madness overtook the Hell Lord as he was engulfed in flames and he screamed with fury, blasting Bowser away with his Necry Roar. The fire that had consumed him vanished under the concussive power of his voice, and he lunged after the duo with his sword raised high, death glinting in his eyes.

[Big Boss]

[Fallen angel Castle]
{Evil Kin, Big Boss}

Big Boss stood up in the roof with Evil Kin, both watching as An army was coming in from a distance. "So should we inform Crehavos?" Big Boss questioned. "Not a chance, in fact i wont even be involved in this war, im not fighting for Crehavos." the serpent explained. "Oh, so your just like me..I have a score to settle with an old friend." Big Boss said as he lit up a cigar.

"I have a score to settle, one last go around with my other." Evil Kin said with his arms crossed. Big Boss looked at him, then moved his eyes back to the approaching army.

[serraskai]

{Allard Liao}
{Near Hyrule fields}

The day was surprisingly sunny and cheery, all things considered. The sun shone bright in the sky, and the birds and small animals all around chirped and squawked around Allard Liao happily. He seemed so out of place here.

He guessed he was in or around Hyrule somewhere, judging solely from the architecture of the stone monolith before him. Its height was astounding, but even more fascinating was the fact that there was nothing around it. The beautiful green grass gave up in favor of plain dirt around it, giving it an ominous feeling of dread.

Oh god, I'm far gone. Allard thought, half panicked. His thoughts never wandered away so badly as this before. But then, he was never so close to dying of hunger before. Too incompetant to fish properly and too weak from hunger to hunt, Allard had lay slumped over under the closest tree to the structure, staring at it. He'd lay there like this for the last few days, his thin purple jacket draped over him like a funeral blanket. No one had passed by in the time he'd been here, so he decided it was as good a place as any to starve to death.

He laughed at the thought. "Good a place as any." He mocked. "No place is ever good."

[ManOfSteele]

[Steele]
[Steele's Dimension]

OOC: Lawl it's been like 3 weeks since I've posted

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(( Disturbed - Down With The Sickness ))

Steele swirled around in a blob of what seemed like pure maliciousness for what seemed like forever. He couldn't even feel himself being in the pile of slop that was on the floor just a few moments ago. He was floating in what seemed like nothingness. His eyes were closed, but suddenly everything went black. He was absolutely blind, no hearing, nothing. He could feel his heart beating nearly once every four seconds, each time wanting to pound right through his chest, escape his own body.

He could feel himself slipping into unconsciousness. Just as he was about to pass out, a ripping pain erupted from his chest. He felt his own chest slice and slide open, as something much larger was being shoved through. The pain was nerve wracking, Steele had not experienced this much of anything before. His thoughts were scrambled, his ears were ringing, and continued to wish for death. But Death never came.

His chest blew completley open, but he could feel no blood rushing out. He felt his chest being pushed back by something, as though something was crawling right out of him. Violently, his thoughts and mind changed as he felt his neck snap and double around to his back, into his back, and through the hole in his head again. He could feel no pain as the rest of his body follow.

He opened his eyes to his dimension. He knew not what just happened, but he had changed.

[Steele, Ganondorf, Bowser, Crehavos]
[Fallen Angel Castle]

Steele directly to Crehavos's Throne room, something he had not done previously. He had always warped outside the room as to let Crehavos aware of his arrival. However, he did not care, he did not fear the threat of Crehavos being angry at him.

He had appeared in front of the door to see Bowser being thrown on the ground in front of him. He landed with a thud as his spiked shell scrapped up the flooring. Steele looked up to see Ganon as well, but he was looking upwards. Steele looked up as well to see Crehavos lunging at the two of them, more malitious and powerful then before. Steele automatically assumed that Ganon and Bowser had taken it upon themselves to try to assert themselves as the true Lords of Evil, and by the looks of it, they were not succeeding.

Crehavos slammed his blade onto the ground as Ganon jumped away buy just inches. Bowser did not get hit, but was smashed into the nearby wall by the force of the blow.

Crehavos looked up at Steele, who was simply smiling maliciously. Crehavos sensed in him something that he had not had before: An intent to kill, an yearning to spill blood, a lust for evil and slaughter.

Smiling and eyeing Crehavos wildly, Steele asked "Need some help?"

[ayame]

[Secluded Island]
[Mysterious figure]

The necklace began glowing as she sat on the sandy beach of the island. This was suppose to be a time of meditation and training but yet again she was being inturrupted. She quickly rose to her feet and took to they sky. Her destination was unknown but she could feel the sister necklace's energy coming from the east.

"You better have a good reason for this."

[Drake Mitibuki]

[Twinleaf Forest]
[ Viola, Hazel, Drake, Kin, Snake, Draft]

Draft nodded, hmm...This was, sad. All he wanted to do was sign a contract of peace. Draft didn't know whether to use Geass to get them to cooperate or just let them go. He contemplated for a second, his eyes shut so he could think things through. Justice....What was justice, was it anymore then ones own ideas and thoughts of right and wrong. Justice was nothing but a group of morals that society placed upon people at birth. Some would find Draft's morals for wrong or slightly corrupt. Ah well....Draft opened his eyes. The same apocalyptic Geass was activated. He looked directly into Kin's and Snake's eyes. "Just trust me, I'm not a bad guy. Let the great emotion of trust fill you." Draft said, his Geass once again filling their minds. Letting the benevolent yet malicious emotion called trust fill their body and mind. Taking over their previous emotions of doubt and hatred for Draft and filling their mind with trust and admiration. This would indeed change their mind about taking Draft's word for things. With the potent emotion of trust and admiration, Draft smirked. "Come on, trust me."

[aizou]

[Nouri, Blorp (Soul Sanctuary)]

Blorp silently looked at the rogue just before he was rolled and placed normally, suddenly he started to move towards one of the walls where he was hearing some sounds... though it didnt seemed to be anything for him since he didnt even knew what a brawl was... he was quite hungry and not knowing what he could eat as soon as the rogue turned around he started to munch the wall, it didnt have a very good flavor but it was better than nothing, as soon as he got used to munch it turning his body harder than a rock with his defensive skill he started to dig into the wall eating more and more without the rogue being able to see him after a few seconds just a small hole on the wall while he was eating it from the inside

[Big Boss]

OOC: your not trapping me

Kin looked into his eyes for a few moments..he was trying to be persuaded but one thing Kin was, if it was more than anything, it was that he was headstrong. "I...." kin said..then he paused and shook his head violently. "No!, Stop it!" he yelled "Your not going to hypnotize me, wont happen!" Kin yelled as he took out his gun and sword. Silver magic was surrounding him, Kin was pissed. "Your scum, A killer and I cannot trust you!" kin yelled. "If you want me dead, you should of told me blatantly!"

[Rorschach]

(short post, at grandmas)

[Fallen Angel Castle]
[Sour, Eiron, The black knight, yoshi, Snicket, Falcon, etc]

As the Black Knight held his barrier between the demons and the heroes, Sour could only wonder how the knight would last against so many people. Sour felt a hand touch the back of his shoulder so he grabbed his staff and pointed it towards a man in a black coat. As the man pulled down his rugged hood from his head, Sour felt relief to know it was Kaemon. Sour was at a loss of words, excitement only rushing into his brain.

"You didnt think I would sit on the ship all day would you?" Kaemon asked with a not-so-serious tone. "I decided to go into the portal left open and when I heard the call from Snicket, I came here as fast as I could and ended up seeing you here."

Sour only smiled to notice the rhino that Eiron was riding had disappeared. He called his squad and began running through the main hallway

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OOC: Eiron you forget to post with Mewtwo!

[ Castle Town ]
[ Genesis, Voltage ]

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[ Sonic Adventure 2 Battle - Dark Garden ]

Genesis began to practice with his new guns he now named "Hail & Snow". He also realized he had new reflex abilities and tricks ( Just like Dante's Trickster from Devil May cry ). Genesis started to smile as he said, "Wow, this is too awesome....maybe with this I can probably kick that Evil Kin's ass, but he's probably dead by now." Voltage shook his head. Genesis then realized that they weren't alone. "Voltage...were not alone."