darkSpyro

Okay, been thinking up a fanfic, and it's based off of what occurs in my fantasies, which heavily involve Spyro. It's not from the very beginning, otherwise it'd take years to catch up to speed. So without further ado...

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Chapter I: The plan to be

Rainy was this day. As the soft patter of rain danced on the outer walls of the tower, a dragon in a smooth grey trenchcoat lit up a cigarette. As he breathed out grey and azure smoke from mouth and nostril, he slowly took a deep breath. Peyrite be his name.

"He's starting to become a problem.", Peyrite said, looking at Spyro.

Spyro put down the bottle he was drinking from. He said, "Well, what are we going to do about it? Every time we kill Axel, it just makes him come back to life, stronger.". He paused, and then proceed to change topic with a slight slur to his voice, "Now, tell me once more... why can't I date?".

Peyrite sighed and said, "Because of the dark side in you. I don't want to have to be worried about keeping whatever children you end up making out of the line of fire. It's just too difficult to take care of them, and I can't deal with loose variables.".

Spyro got up out of his chair, got near Peyrite's face, and said as he gave an empty, glossy-eyed look, "Well, give me what I really want. POWER. Weapons.".

Peyrite pushed Spyro's face back and nearly retched. "Dude", Peyrite said, "You've had way too many. Your breath reeks of stale liquor!". As Spyro looked at him confused, with dilated pupils, Peyrite walked towards a weapon cabinet.

He pulled out some blades and a gun, along with Spyro's armor. Peyrite said, "First off, let's get you sober.". He blasted light at Spyro. As Spyro shook his head to relieve he dazed senses, Peyrite snapped on and secured Spyro's armor for his shins, underbelly, tops of his feet, back, and tail.

"First thing is a pistol.", Peyrite said, as he snapped a pistol to the side of his right foreleg's shinguard. He continued, "It's named Ragnarok. Fires quad barbed .80 caliber bullets.". Next, he attached five violet and marine knives to a belt he strapped on Spyro's left foreleg's shinguard. He went on to explain those, "Sharp as obsidian. Throw one, another materializes using a void filled with them. That goes for throwing more than one as well. They are 5 inches each.". Lastly, he said, "In addition to the flamethrowers on your forepaws' armor, on the armor top of that piece are two guns, .35 caliber, on each forepaw. As well, two 20mm gun barrels are on your shinguards' front parts."

Spyro said, "Axel knows you, and he knows me. How can I keep my inner demons at bay if he is trying to evoke them?". Peyrite said, "Use the power of the Dvarata-Yuga in your amulet. It's the only defense you have against Axel's sick mind games.". Spyro said, "What if he's too strong?". Peyrite raised a brow, and said with a serious tone, "Then he answers to me.".

Peyrite took his brother Greatswords, Gatsu and Faust, massive blades that vary width at will and are over a yard long each, and slung them in their scabbards on his back. He took his .110 caliber pistols, Evony and Ivory, and put them in their holsters. Lastly he put many blades and katanas on his body. He then turned to Spyro and said in the most serious of tones, "Let's go."

And they left for the battle field

END OF CHAPTER I

Chapter II: Feel my blades

The rain fell as a tempest raged in the sky as Peyrite and Spyro approached the scene of battle.

Spyro readied himself, and Peyrite lay his hand on Gatsu and Faust. "We are in for hell. Know this.", Peyrite said.
Spyro replied, "I know, Excavenger. But it's what needs to be done.". Peyrite drew his blades, and chuckled. He said to Spyro, "You remain the last one to call me that. Very rarely that name comes of lips.".

Spyro said, "The legend you are now can never compare to the incredible acts you did as Excavenger.". Peyrite heartily chuckled to himself and said, "Very true. I'll take point, let's move!".

Peyrite dashed like a bolt of lightning, and met the endless waves of the soldiers of Madness. He spiraled his body like a tornado, reaving dozens of bodies clean in half, a deathly dance of blade. He jumped, a great way, and threw Faust into a soldier's skull and retract it with his power. As he fell, he sheathed Faust, to attack in a rather acrobatic and graceful attack, in style of Akwoo. Peyrite shouted to Spyro, "Spyro, Go!". As Spyro jumped, Peyrite raised Gatsu as a step, and grabbed the dragon's tail with his other hand. Peyrite then slung Spyro in circles, his stiffened wings slicing people into pieces. He let go of Spyro, that he fight on his own. As the power raged within him, Peyrite roared and blasted around him of darkness, electricity riding the surface.

Spyro, meanwhile, was in a ditch, filled with enemies. He blasted many people with his guns mounted on his armor, but one flanked him and pinned him, a blade to his throat. The demented soldier said, "Squeal, child... squeal so beautifully and so hard.". Spyro said, "Suck this.", as he pulled out Ragnarok and buried eight bullets in his brain, the magazine's worth. He then took the blade away from his throat, and breathed the most ferocious hellfire his lips could produce towards every being in the pit.

In a shot of flame, the dragon flew out of a pillar of fire, before annihilating the field, but something was different, something cold. Spyro became heartless and malicious, as his eyes turned a blood red and his scales darkened. He roared, "I LIVE!". He swooped down, past the endless wastelands his incredible firestorm had made, and went to attack Peyrite!

Peyrite grabbed the demonic dragon, that spoke in a blackened and rough, deep voice the words, "Let me go, murderous slime! You made Spyro KILL me!". Peyrite said, "Your words be poison, demons! You are not welcome, Malleder and Tyvatiius, you are naught but murderous beings of hatred! AND I MAKE THIS SOUL FREE!". An explosive energy surged into Spyro, and light itself filled his veins as the demons of murder and treachery shriek in horrible violent terror.

Peyrite saw a lone straggler of soldier rush at him, and he turned to violently swing his blade with one hand and yell, "Mbakhe!", and an Auroran fang of mystic energy trailed the blade as the swing slashed through air. The dead carcass lie in smoking ruin at his feet. Peyrite threw off his trenchcoat, to reveal him in little more than slacks and flesh. In disappointment, Peyrite said, "Hmph.", and turned towards Spyro.

Spyro asked him, "Excavenger, what did I do to them?". Peyrite said, "You murdered them. You murdered them in as heartless and cold a fashion any being could be capable of. Your mistake was that you proceeded to try and murder ME.", and Peyrite looked at him in anger and bitter disappointment. Spyro said, "I'm sorry, it won't happen again!". Peyrite said, trying to control his current anger at Spyro's lack of control, "You could have killed our ALLIES. I could have had to bury my friends and council, your friends, and many innocent lives! This is why I've been telling you to CONTROL yourself! Because of your inner demons, which still have so much control over you!". Spyro backed away, ashamed, his tail between his legs, and said, "I'm sorry... I try so hard to control myself. It's just... whenever I am angered... they taunt me and call out to me. I want to do right, but I can't!".

Peyrite says, "I do forgive you, but you need to use the amulet. It's useful for more than combining our forms.". The two then stared at the horrible hellfire and wasteland of the destruction, and they looked... to see a black dragon approach, calmly walking on two legs, the only thing Peyrits, Peyrite, and one final dragon had in common.

Spyro said, "Axel..."

Peyrite transported some of his weapons off his body and teleported them to his Palace. He drew Gatsu and said to Spyro, "Let's kill him.".

END OF CHAPTER II

Call of Duty: Spyro--*shot*

I like it.

In this, actually, Spyro is a high member of my council. Highest, actually.

The idea of it is that a hellishly power Peyrit (A bipedal type of VERY powerful dragon) is one that is very evil as well. Basically, he hates everything and wants to be the most powerful thing that exists, even more so that any one of the Seven Souls (Seven extraordinary beings that has more power than what was Excavenger, more commonly known now as Peyrite). The worst part is the Peyrit in question became a Seven Soul by absorbing the power of one of the Old seven souls, absorbing many extremely powerful people, and abusing a mineral known as Dvrata-Yuga, which is a material made by the one who thought of designing Excavenger in the first place, a being known as Raex, a Hounter (Bipedal ghostlike being, but in a material living form). That Peyrite is named Axel.

Let's just say that there is more use to Spyro's amulet than a mood controller... and that the end fight between Axel (The time after Axel will come back to the world of the living) and what Peyrite makes himself into is going to be extraordinary.

Hope that catches people up on the needed details.

Spyro seems like a great drinking buddy.

Chapter III: By Dragon's hand, Dragon's claw, and Dragon's maw

Axel walked on the scene calmly, and said, "Hello, Excavenger.".

Peyrite said, "Leave, we don't want you here.". Axel laughed maliciously and said, "We? By whose name must I leave? You, a ragged king you call your own self, and your little mongrel?". Spyro lashed out at him and said, "Shut up and fight or shut up and leave!".

Axel confidently and cruelly said to Spyro, "Tough words, for one who can't pacify their own demons.". Spyro raged as the blood pumped in his veins, yelling at Axel, "I said SHUT UP!". Axel came right to him and bent down to his eye level and continued to taunt, "To think of all the innocent people they caused you to murder, it must KILL you inside. Malleder and Tyvatiius... the ones you love so much... you embrace these sooo beautifully...". He stroked his chin very sickly, coldly, yet gently in a twisted way. Spyro, a slight twitch of anger fuming, had his eyes turn blood red again, and his scales began to darken, and he said in a dark booming voice, "Taunt me again, and I will kill you and rape your corpse!". Axel continued, "That's it... Love them, Embrace them... they are you!". As Spyro shrieked, "Die, worthless maggot!", Peyrite in a lightning quick motion put the glistening blade of a katana to Axel's throat and said, "Speak once more, and you will die.".

Axel stood, as Spyro's Dvarata-Yuga pacified him and he curled up, scared and hurt, on the field. Axel said to Peyrite, "You are a murderer, just like me. We are birds of a feather, you and I.". Peyrite said in disgust, "We are nothing alike, treacherous demon.". Axel circled around him, saying, "Oh, we are alike in more ways than one. I think you remember so well all the hatred and vicious death you doled out... just like me... you loved it. You loved being evil.", and he stood in front of Peyrite once more in the end. Peyrite glared in anger, and in a lightning fast movement, kicked Axel in the gut, sending him over a dozen feet away. Peyrite blasted light at Spyro, and said to Axel, "I am nothing like you. Spyro is nothing like you. Now see what power lies in the heart of dragons.".

Peyrite absorbs Spyro as a ball of light, and the two merge. Out of the light, steps a being of fusion. That being lies as a massive bidpedal dragon, nigh 7 foot. Scale and flesh dark purple and of massive, rippling muscles, in naught but flesh and slacks, and the right arm of it being a hulking black arms of biceps three foot around. The being had, as well, four wings, two massive and two of normal size. He held his arm out, and materialized out of air was the Blade of Terror, Nezagaxa, the lives it's claimed uncountable. A blade a foot and a half wide and 7 foot long, the dragon held it with one hand, and held it behind his neck, as if a heroic stance.

Then he spoke, "I am Prysom. WE are Prysom. And I will end this, mongrel whelp.".

Axel drew his katanas, Skan and Sken, and held them to his sides. He said, "Then let us fight.".

END OF CHAPTER III

Chapter IIII: Dryncet, Bane of Me!

Axel and Prysom stare each other down and slowly circle about each other. Prysom swiftly rushes forward and slashes thrice, yelling each time, "Mbakhe!", violet fire trailing the blade as he sliced at Axel, who swiftly blocked each blow with his katanas. Axel, holding his crossed blades forth to stay Nezagaxa, he the forced his arms forward, saying, "Dzong mbakhe awou!" and a screaming blade of air blasted Prysom back.

Prysom stood, holding tight Nezagaxa with both hands, deeply breathing in and out. Axel said to him, "You both... are nothing but murderers! You have both walked in my light, in my shoes!". Prysom angrily snarled at him, "I am nothing like you, treacherous slime! I have control, I have POWER!". Axel laughed greatly, and said, "Control? POWER? Ha! You lack both of these in full! You, Excavenger, know more than anyone what it feels like to have the blood of innocents on your hands. The very things you've done... those things that Malleder and Tyvatiius told you... You ENJOYED them, as a beast! As a monster on all fours!". Prysom bared his teeth and, amber smoke pouring from his nostrils, screamed, "SHUT UP!". Axel smirked sickly, and continued to taunt him, "To think, your own CREATORS chained you, pacified you, whipped you into submission like an animal! How they saw that your third demon, combined of two, began to rage inside. Dryncet, the one you embraced the most, have the being come forth, that I may make you see what you truly are!".

Prysom's scales grew a dark purple, his face twitched in rage, and his eyes came crimson in darkness. He roared explosively towards Axel, "PISS... OFF!!!". Explosive fire blew out in a shockwave that blew back Axel. Axel said, "Release Dryncet, your bane, and your true self be shown, abomination!". Prysom raged in an extraordinarily deep, heartless, cruel voice that echoed through valleys and mountains, "I SAID PISS OFF, MAGGOT!". His body grew enormously, and his claws and fangs nigh doubled in size. His wings became extraordinarily massive, as did his muscles. His arms be 4 foot round, and he stand seven and a half foot high. His wings be 14 feet in span and 8 feet in span respectively.

Heartless, cold hatred emerged from his breath, and he bolted towards an alarmingly calm Axel. As Prysom swung his blade, explosive shockwaves of light made an enormous ravine in the earth for miles, which Axel rapidly sidestepped before slashing Prysom's back and saying, as he teleported and slashed all around Prysom, "Mbakhe, Mbakhe, Mveigne, Mbakhe!". Prysom roared demonically in pain, and as Axel teleported behind Prysom for a final slash, Prysom blasted a massive flame of fire abyssal black and amethyst towards Axel, catching Axel off-guard. Prysom rushed Axel, and did a series of lightning fast kicks and punches with his gargantuan limbs about the face, gut, groin, and legs of Axel. As Prysom delivered a final whirling kick to the jugular of Axel, Prysom turned and grabbed with his massive right arm Axel's throat, as the skies turned blood red and a tempest raged in the heavens.

Prysom choked Axel with a deathgrip, with no love or mercy in his heart, and as he dug his foot long claws into Axel's neck meat, he said with unspeakable malice, and as lightning raged with every word in the rain, "Today you die! Today I kill everything you stand for! TODAY I BANISH YOU!". Axel, genuinely afraid of what he created, for he knew not it's power, said with a crackling voice, "Don't kill me, not like this. Not like this!". Prysom smiled with pure hatred, and threw Axel to the ground, and pounded the ground with his fist, over Axel's chest, and roared, "OKURIYE!".

Explosive amount of earth flew as the fist hit a dark wisp of an Axel, and a truly colossal crater formed, scores of miles around and nigh five so in depth. As Prysom breathed heavily, his body became normal once more, and he passed out for a great many days.

Many days later, Prysom awoke at the top of his tower, and he climbed to get a view of what happened. As he stood his feet on the spire, Prysom looked in shock to see what horrible destruction had been wrought. He said to himself aloud, "Did I cause this? No, it be those demons, all three be cursed by times scores of millions in name for this horror!". A dark cloud of energy burst onto the tower roof, which alerted Prysom. Out of the smoke, black fire, and esssse rose Axel, well alive.

Prysom jumped down and his impact cracked the roof. At that point, he said to Axel, "I killed you. The monster I was... it saw you die!". Axel calmly said, "No, I teleported at quite a convenient time. Now, let's finish this.". He burst forward and slammed Prysom into the wall of the structure on which the spire was and dug his claws into Prysom's chest. He pulled apart Peyrite and Spyro, and grabbed Spyro's tail and slung him down off the edge of the tower. Peyrite screamed, "NO!!!", and, in revenge slammed Axel by the throat into the wall. He then quickly and angrily said, "Marana Tha, Marana Tha, Marana Tha, Marana Tha, UPARSIN!", and Axel shrieked as Peyrite's holy fires consume him in whole. As he burned into nothingness, he only heard from Peyrite, "May your banishment of the greatest kind be the most horrible thing I have ever done to any being, scum.".

Then, as Axel dissipated, Peyrite dove off the tower, and, moments before he landed, he saw Spyro smash down backfirst on the sharp, jagged debris below, and Spyro screamed in such horrific agony as his bones snapped like twigs and his flesh popped and cracked. Peyrite could only look in horror when he landed, to a writhing and shrieking Spyro in the most terrible and mortifying agony he could ever feel or imagine. Peyrite picked up the howling dragon, and rushed him as fast as possible to get his wounds tended to.

END OF CHAPTER IIII

Chapter V: Convalesce, Dear Friend

As Spyro seethed and screamed on bed of the medic's facility, Peyrite laid down his coat for a softer surface for Spyro's back that would soak up some blood, and Peyrite shushed Spyro and said, "Quiet, and stop moving so much, your bones might tear through your flesh!". Spyro tried to still himself at this terrifying thought, but couldn't help but moan in deep pain.

The medic came forth with some antiseptic and some bandages. Peyrite said, "Finally! Now help me get his armor off.". The two unstrapped the armor, rolled him on his belly, and removed his back armor. Upon seeing Spyro's flesh, Peyrite recoiled and said, "Eesh! You are pretty chewed up there... lot of rawed out skin there.". Spyro said in a scathing, flat tone, "Yeah? How do you think I feel about it?". Peyrite joked to the medic, "Lot of skid marks that gave him.".

The medic, ignoring Peyrite's slightly insensitive comment, said, "He's got 120 of his bones completely broken, mostly in his back, legs, spine, and wings. It will take 4 weeks for me to crack his non-shattered bones into place and to fix the fragments. Now, is he ready for the antiseptic.". Spyro, terrified, said, "Please tell me that won't hurt.". Peyrite bluntly said, "Actually, it will hurt like hell. You'll be in excruciating pain.". Spyro said, "I've been in so much the past eight hours, it can't be worse. My tear ducts don't have anything left in them.". Peyrite shrugged and said, "I guess he's ready.".

The medic poured the antiseptic onto the meaty lacerations of his back, and Spyro screamed in horror, "AAH! CRAAAAAP! IT BURNS! STOP POURING, PRICK! AAH!!!!". A few seconds later, the flow stopped, and Spyro's head fell, him crying in intense pain and agony. The medic told him, "You're going to hate me fixing your bones even more.". Spyro softly whimpered, and Peyrite left to get rest.

At the night, Peyrite gave his best shot at sleeping, but he could not drown out the cries of madness and torment coming from Spyro well below. Peyrite got up, walked to his window, and he stared at the moon, a ghastly pearl in the night sky, draped in shadow and mist, and breathed out a sigh of worry. For many days and nights, for 3 months, he heard the constant pain of Spyro, and on the lone day of silence the hundredth day after Spyro's fall happened, Peyrite went downstairs, and walked out the doors.

END OF CHAPTER V

Chapter VI: Storms in The Deep

Peyrite walked into the field, where Spyro lay in a Sphinx-style. Peyrite sat next to him, and Spyro said, "The storms are getting deeper. And stronger.". Peyrite said, "What do you mean?", as he couldn't help but glance at his bandages. Spyro, melancholy, said, "Quit staring.". Peyrite said, "Sorry. Anyway, what did you mean? Is there something you figured out?".

Spyro said, "I'm afraid yes. Axel has found a way to the world of the living.". Peyrite, alert and hand readied on Gatsu, said, "He's here?", and Spyro motioned for him to calm himself. Spyro sighed and said, "Not yet. He sent out the most power he could muster, which created an octagonal dragon portal, approximately 2 cm wide. The other end is a pinhole in the realm he was banished to.". Peyrite said, "Then these storms are the result of his evil and power in the Abyss I sent him to.". Spyro nodded, and lay his head down on the grass.

Spyro said to Peyrite then, "He can transmit his power. His entire soul now is made of Dvarata-Yuga. He will come. HARD. His soldiers are marching this way.". Peyrite said, "I have a plan. Call a summit of every dragon.". After Peyrite discussed plans, the both of them went to the compound. Spyro grabbed the cord linked to the compound's bell. He then went to stand besides Peyrite, and when the dragons all had come, Peyrite commenced with divulging his plan.

"Me and Spyro have called this summit so we may tell you grave news. Axel has found a way back to the world of the living.". Among frightened mutters, one dragon named Nestor asked of Peyrite, "How long? How long until he is here.". Spyro, actually knowing, said, "In a matter of days.". Peyrite looked at Spyro with a disapproving look for taking the question, and he said to the dragons, "Our plan is twofold. My part and Spyro's. My part is that we defeat the Madness. It gets a little tougher on Spyro's part.".

Spyro, not appreciating Peyrite's hope-dousing last comment that shifted the worry to him, said, "We, every dragon, male, female, and child... will combine with Peyrite. The purpose is to cause a supercharged Prysom form, where we will form The Great Dragon. Every dragon must stay back, for we need all the power we can get.". Peyrite then materialized amulets on them, and said, "These amulets are of a powerful form of Yuga, Amaryata-Yuga. This bluish stone... it is what will connect us. When Axel comes, he will be massive. He will be powerful. The littlest of dragons are needed even. In short, the entire dragon race will, as one dragon, forever destroy Axel. Or, at the least, weaken him to the point I have hope of killing him.".

A dragon pointed out to him, "You put every one of our lives at risk. Why trust this dangerous plan?". Peyrite said, "Otherwise we will die for certain.". Spyro said, "Enough chit-chat, let's cut the crap and start the battle.". Peyrite laughed and said, "Very well said, Spyro. Very well said.". Peyrite took Gatsu, and donned his armor, consisting of a manicka, waist armor, and leg armo of lines of onyx, plates of amythest, and specks of Amaryata-Yuga. He took Gatsu, and his pistols, and walked forth.

Spyro ran forth to join him, but Peyrite said, "Stay back.". Spyro asked, "Why? I'm as much a fighter as you!". Peyrite kept walking, and said, "I don't want to take any risks.". And he soon was not visible to even eye of dragon.

END OF CHAPTER VI

I like it.

Thanks. Anything I should be working on or fixing? I'm trying to make it flow right.

Nothing I really see to improve on.

*facedesk*

Well, I might have the next chapter by later. Next one is a fight between Peyrite and the madness and then Peyrite goes back to the compound, and Chapter VIII will be the fight with The Great Dragon fighting the massive Dvarata-Yuga Axel, which, trust me, will be awesome.

Chapter VII: In the eye of the Tempest

Peyrite walked where the wind was strong, ebony tint shot through the air as bolts of hellfire, and the rain was the fires of darkness. He was in the walls of the eye, violent azure winds flowing across his scales. He put Gatsu over his shoulder, and said, "Come get me, maggots.". The soldiers of Madness rushed him, and as quick as eye could move, he had already turned around and a hundred soldiers lay severed in half, their blood which coated Gastu. Peyrite brought Gatsu to his face, and slowly licked a line acrost the bloodied Gatsu, sending a spine-chilling message to the soldiers. He licked his blood-stained lips, and turned around to face the thousands.

Peyrite dashed, too quick to see, and slashed seven times, each before a call of Peyrite, "Mbakhe!". As he swung, byzantine colored fire flowed from Gatsu, which boiled the air. As Peyrite finished his final cut, he breathed an amethyst and cobalt flame, which made scores burst into darkness. As grunts fell by scores of thousands, as Gatsu spiraled like a whirlwind, and Peyrite smashed his hand down on the ground as pillars of dark fire erupted, causing an oceanic flame to be in the midst of battle.

As Peyrite buried Gatsu in the last enemy to so much as twitch, he looked forwards to the eye, where he saw what was a mountain in the distance, and he saw the portal, now no less than a mile in width, though could eye see that acute of detail is in question. As he walked in the colossal eye, on the meadow, he walked where the winds blew calm, a smooth blue wind, but a wind nonetheless. Peyrite began to whistle the start of a tune, and calmly sang:

In the windblown meadows
Lose thy cares, and see the moonbows
By a requiem, I call thee, but you think I can love
You see an angel, and think that's enough

Stare into my eyes and ask how I feel
Because all I'll ask is that you will kneel
The cloud be thick, but you think I am hailed
Can you not see, the moon is now gone and the stars are veiled?

Even though a blade be unto thy neck
You still think I care even a speck
You want a kiss from me, from me all along
But why can't you just see I'm ending your song

Stare into my eyes and ask how I feel
Because all I'll ask is that you will kneel
The cloud be thick, but you think I am hailed
Can you not see, the moon is now gone and the stars are veiled?

I come, look how I bleed, yet you think so highly of me
I come, ready to kill you from afar, yet you want a night under stars
You laugh and you feel me, you think I want your love...
Though I came to kill from above

Though I came to sing your Death Song, I look in your eyes
Can I bring myself to kill a soul in love, even if it's all lies?
Let one night of romance be all I give
You'll be happy, that's the one thing for which you had to live

Never to wake up...
I sang your song...
Rosaline... I sang your song
But I can't help but remember... you loved me all night long

As Peyrite got to the portal, he saw Axel shoot out of it, no less than five hundred feet high. Peyrite dashed away, to get back to the compound and spark the plan. As he jumped from side to side to dodge the hellfire Axel produced, he concentrated, and dashed full speed, that only a bolt of light be seen and a crackling roll of thunder be heard.

As Peyrite got back, Spyro said, "Axel?". Peyrite responded, "Axel. Get ready... it's going to be a crazy ride...".

END OF CHAPTER VII

If anyone is wondering, the song is a self-made song about a woman who falls in love with the Angel of Death, though she doesn't know it is that angel. It's title is Death Song.

On to type my next chapter.

Chapter VIII: Hellbound Dragon and the Juggernaut

As Peyrite raise his hand, and walked in Axel's direction, massive amounts of balls of light shot into his hand. Holy fire raged over his skin, and as an explosive shockwave of fire ruptured outwards, out came The Great Dragon, of sepia scales and fierce yellow eyes, divided by massive black slits. He stood seven hundred foot tall, though four hundred how he stood naturally, on all fours. The dragon said, "I am Phatolmeus. This night be the last you draw breath.". He puffed out towers of smoke and his paws smacked the ground, and he proceeded to put forth an earth-shattering roar that echoed for leagues through the sky.

Axel was fierce in appearance as well. The Dvaratan Dragon had not scales, but shards twenty feet long, as if quills on his body. His eyes a jaded byzantine, and his fangs blazing white, he stood valiantly to oppose The Great Dragon, Phatolmeus.

Axel, massive in his own right, said, "I'm not afraid of you. Nothing is more powerful than me.". Phatolmeus said valiantly, "We shall see!", and pounced on the Dvaratan Dragon to tackle him, and pinned him. Axel laughed, "Do better.", and shot a blast of dark fire at the groin of Phatolmeus, causing him to reel back. Axel dug his claw in Phatolmeus' face, but Phatolmeus reciprocated by ramming into Axel and send the two into a roll, locked. Phatolmeus vaulted off into a flip, then grabbed Axel's tail, and swung him in circles before letting and and having Axel fly off towards the edge.

As the Dvaratan Dragon and Phatolmeus stared down each other, their hands became covered with fire, Axel's blazing onyx and Phatolmeus' midnight blue, the two slung blast after blast of roaring flames at each other. In midst of the fire, Phatolmeus windmilled his arms to create spirals of deathly fire, before dashing like a comet at Axel, knocking him into the ravine long before created.

As the two descended, they grappled each other and punched each other in the face, then broke of to leap acrobatically off the walls during the descent, kicking and clawing in a ferocious dance of death. As the two leapt from the wall once more, one last time, the two tried to pin the other mid air, but Phatolmeus got the leverage, and grasped Axel, restraining him before he slammed at an incredible speed into the ravine bottom.

On the floor, the Dvaratan Dragon spat an azure blood, and Phatolmeus said, "Get up. Fight.". Axel did so, and the two prepared their fists for the fight. Phatolmeus started by performing countless rapid strikes and spinning kicks to Axel's head, gut, chest, groin, and legs, many of which hit, but some of which were dodged. On final clawing, Axel ducked, then delivering an uppercut to Phatolmeus' jaw. As Phatolmeus reeled back, the Dvratan Dragon shouted, "Mveigne!", as he clawed towards Phatolmeus, only for Phatolmeus to duck and have the fierce blow smash the ravine wall.

Phatolmeus then vaulted on and of the wall, doing acrobatic strikes characteristic of Akwoo. Axel, in fury, dodged a strike with a duck, and flew upwards towards the the chest of Phatolmeus, and carried him to the sky. Phatolmeus, dazed, dug his hind claws into Axel, slinging him to the ground. Phatolmeus then flapped his mighty wings to stay in the sky, and turned to the Dvaratan Dragon and shouted, "ZIBE OKOS!!!", as dark violet lightning, thing of nightmare and darkness, flowed from his hands and electrocuted Axel, shrinking him to a normal size. Phatolmeus' returned, as balls of light, all dragons to their places from whence they came, and he became Peyrite, who flew down near to Axel.

Axel took out his lone weapon, a katana, and attempted to stab Peyrite's neck, but Peyrite kept approaching and snapped the blade with a single hand like a twig. Axel backed up, genuinely afraid of the wrath he was defenseless against, and Peyrite blasted him, shouting, "Okos!", as lightning crackled from his hands, and knocked back Axel. Peyrite stood above a supine Axel, and spawned to him Gatsu, Faust, Skan, and Sken. He stabbed every blade into Axel's four extremities, pinning him. The skies turned blood red, and a massive tempest grew, to rain dark rain torrentially.

Peyrite said, in anger, "I have given no person more chances than you. Time after time, I let you live in some way, believing you can change. But you can't change. You're heartless, you're evil, you're cruel. You call me murderer, when I have shown nothing but mercy and compassion!". As thunder crackled, Axel said, "Are you no better than me, though? Have you not claimed as many lives as me, if not more? You hate me, Excavenger, you hate everything. You see yourself a dictator, and do nothing but oppress people!?.

Peyrite, enraged, picked Axel up by the chest, tearing him off the ground. Peyrite clasped Axel's throat with his blood soaked claws, and said, in extraordinary rage, "How DARE you compare me to you! How DARE you defy me! How DARE you come with a blade to murder, and call me the demon! I made you! I made every single being here! You don't have power over me! Here, I make the rules! I have never done anything but guide these realms with PEACE, with LOVE, and you call me a man of vile hatred like yours!".

As thunder roared in the skies and lightning flashed in abundance, Peyrite continued, "No one ever had to follow me! No one EVER had to respect me! They CHOSE to, because of all I had done for them, just as you CHOSE to murder and rape in thousands, demon!". Peyrite's eyes glowed a vicious venom color, and the slits of his eyes grew black as night and shadow.

Peyrite said, in finale, "And for those deeds, I kill you!". Peyrite crushed Axel's throat and made a crimson river flow all over his arm. As he crushed ever harder, he quickly said, "Mene, mene, tekel, uparsin, mene, mene, tekel, uparsin. Marana Tha UPARSIN!". Lashes of holy flames burst of Axel's flesh and scales, and he screamed in pain and agony.

In final words, Peyrite said, slowly and deliberately, as darkness surrounded them, "Perfusi sanguine draconis ignem sub astris, exaudi deprecationem meam, et amo, quia daemon mortis caligine protulit purpura et amethistus ...". And at that moment, Axel burst entirely into shards of darkness, and a massive explosion blasted Peyrite back hundreds of feet. As he stood back up, he saw explosions rippling throw the air, and massive pillars of holy fire form as even the meteors and comets were pulled from the heavens, causing oceans of azure and violet fire to explode across the night sky. As Peyrite watched, he collapsed for a very long time, a time seemingly immemorial and endless.

End of Chapter VIII

Oh, in case your wondering, every language in this is factual.

The strange words shouted in strikes are in Fang (Pronounced Fong):

Mbakhe: Cut/claw
Mveigne: Ripper/rip
Okuriye: Hammer
Zibe Okos: Nightmare Lightning (Zibe is nightmare/dark, and Okos is Lightning)
Awou: Death

The Words said quickly by Peyrite are Aramaic:

Mene: Count
Tekel: Weigh
Uparsin: and Divide (Parsin alone is divide)
Marana Tha: Come, O Lord
Marana Tha Uparsin: Come O Lord and divide

The last foreign part is Latin, and you can easily find translation for it.

Thought I'd tell that little bit of info.

Chapter IX: Break the bindings...

As Peyrite came to, Spyro rushed over in worry and panic, and said, "Peyrite, Peyrite! Are you alright?". Groggily, Peyrite nodded, and he said, "How long have I been out?". Spyro said, "Three weeks.", to Peyrite's shock. Peyrite said, "Are you sure?", to which Spyro nodded slowly. Peyrite looked towards the end of the destruction, as a final explosion shocked the earth and shot thousands of shadows across the sky, to seed in the earth.

The skies were black, and many torches lined the Dragon Village. Peyrite looked upwards to see fog of darkness blanket the clouds. He looked to Spyro and said, "This world is of dark, and it must be healed. But first, and unfortunately for you, Spyro... YOU must be healed first.". As a light blazed like a fire in Peyrite's hand, a frightened Spyro asked, "H-h-heal me? What are you going to do to me?". Peyrite said, "Heal you of your demons.".

Peyrite forced Spyro spine-down on the ground, and brought the light to his abdomen. Tears of agony and roars of pain came forth from Spyro, as little else in his life had been more painful. As rivers of sweat poured down Peyrite, he placed both hands on the light, and the demons shot in the air midst his hands as a pained scream came from Spyro. As Malleder and Tyvatiius swirled in a ball inside the air, Peyrite seethed and writhed in agony from their power. As an explosive scream came forth, a rock of Pvarata-Yuga encased them.

Peyrite, sweating and bleeding, said, "It is done. They can hurt us no more. Let us go now, that we may defeat the dark.". Peyrite combined Spyro with him, and made them Prysom once again. He spawned Nezagaxa from but wisp of dark and air, and went forth. As they came to a shadow, Prysom said, "Prepare to die.". The shadow said in what sounded like whisper but was quite audible, "You do not rule here. You see, we rule the darkness. You have no power here.".

The figure shot vines of darkness at Prysom, which he dodged despite their speeds being incredibly fast. As pillars of darkness slammed down towards him, he rolled right and vaulted himself, sword in ground, into a one-handed stag position, and with the other made a ball of light in his hand. The creature's shadows withered, and it screamed in horror. As Peyrite got down, he sheathed Nezagaxa and drove his fist, stilling pouring light, into the creature, which violently exploded.

As tens of thousands of shadows saw this, Prysom said, "Who wants some?". The shadows all rushed toward him, and Prysom became a silverish-white in color, and said as he swung his blade, "Dzong Mbakhe!". And a ferocious gale left nothing but death and destruction as it razed the shadows. The power blew Prysom back to the Dragon Village, and he went high in the sky before emanating an enormous pulse of light. As the skies brightened, Spyro and Peyrite fell, separate, to the ground.

Though Spyro came to quickly within hours, the same could not be said for Peyrite who didn't even breathe... for a long time. Spyro kept yelling, "Excavenger!", to no avail. And so went the mind of Peyrite:

"The stars and the skies wheeled overhead as this mortal earth and the heavens faded to blur, and I felt the fading of this world... world... world... world.", said a mysterious voice of what sound to Peyrite as an old man, the stars above in spirals as he lay eyes closed. Suddenly, he awoke, with a quick breath, for seconds, to the horror he saw.

The village burned, the sky red, pikes in charred burned corpses, dragons and even younglings murdered in the most unspeakable ways, but this ended as Peyrite was forced unconscious, before returning to the waking world. Peyrite yelled out loud, "Spyro!", only for Spyro to say, "It's okay, Excavenger, I'm right here.". One dragon saw no lie in the eyes of a panicked Peyrite, and said, "What did you see? WHO did you see?".

Peyrite said, " I heard a voice say 'The stars and the skies wheeled overhead as this mortal earth and the heavens faded to blur, and I felt the fading of this world... world... world... world.', and then I sharply gasped and woke to a horror of a nightmare. I saw everyone, dead. I saw the village burned, the men, women, and children... what was done to them... it was so horrible. Even Spyro lay as a charred, gutted corpse lying as cold, black, brittle stone. I saw him... I saw him!". The dragon said, "Saw who? Saw WHO?".

Peyrite said, hopelessness the only thing in his tone, "Axel...".

END OF CHAPTER IX

Chapter X: Malebolge awaits, Axel

Spyro said, "That's not possible, it isn't!", but Peyrite shook his head and said, "It is. It is possible Spyro. It is.". Peyrite looked toward the horizon, and saw Axel come forth. Peyrite left the village and rushed forward with Gatsu and Faust. Peyrite slashed against the blades of Axel, calm and quick, looking for flaw to act upon. As Axel rushed and did hundreds of lightning fast slashes, Peyrite went backwards, walking and spiraling, to deflect.

Axel teleported all around and slashed, and Peyrite razed the demon with a grab to the throat, putting away Gatsu and Faust. He drew a bone blade, and Axel said, "What is that?". Peyrite said, "A blade made of your blood and bone, it will seal you.". He sliced through the dragon Axel, and Axel wisped away. Peyrite followed his body to the land of death.

Upon arriving in the valley of death, gray sand and dead trees abounded around Peyrite. Slowly, he walked and walked, pushing vines of thorns to the side. As he made for a clearing, he saw Axel stood turned, and Axel said, "Make your move.". Peyrite sliced Axel in half down the middle, and said, "I sense a trap. He couldn't have been satisfied with going down easy like this.". Little he know what watched from high. Peyrite then teleported to the realms, followed unknowingly by a phantom... Axel.

Peyrite, upon arriving said, "Get the women and children deep, and hidden.". Spyro, puzzled said, "What happened?", to which Peyrite said, "I think Axel sent a decoy, a phantom, to trick me into going to the shadow of death. He knew I release power when I teleport, and you can bet he used it to come here. Peyrite combined Spyro with him, and watched for Axel.

Sure as his words said, Axel came in a pillar of unbelievable fire. But as a being of colossal size and power. Prysom stare as he see an Axel a mile tall at least, and he spawned Nezagaxa. Axel was a massive being of auburn amber color, with girth a thousand feet. Prysom said, "Nestor, take the Pvarata-Yuga, and load the main gun of The Array with high explosives. It will allow for a significant blow to Axel.". Nestor said, "Might I ask how?", and Prysom said, "The demons Malleder and Tyvatiius are so powerful, that when the Pvarata-Yuga hits they bloodstream, Axel will be quite weakened.". Nestor nodded, and went to go. Prysom said, "As soon as it's ready, fire.", as he dashed off.

As Prysom dodged rivers of hellfire that spewed from Axel, he went to leap towards Axel, and he stabbed the behemoth's knee, and Axel shook him leg considerably to try and fling the comparably small Prysom off. As minutes passed, Prysom waited for the fire of the gun. And it came. As the Pvaratan rock came near, Prysom slashed at it with his sword, making it go even faster, and landing deeper in Axel's veins. As Axel roared, Prysom flew up, and made a vicious stab to Axel's chest. As Axel tried slamming his hand into Prysom, Prysom drew his blade and leapt onto the massive hand of Axel, and he sliced the chest to get inside Axel.

As Prysom slashed and slashed, he ran into the heart chamber. with the heart and the fleshy columns supporting the chest cavity. Prysom went to slash the cords, each time leaping on and off walls of the chamber and yelling, "Zibe Mbakhe!", with every slash. As he came to the third and fourth cords, he ran along the walls, and he severed one with a dark slash, and yelled, "Mveigne!", tearing the other one apart with his hand. As Prysom landed, he called out, "Night Terror!", and a ferocious blade, of midnight blue and jet black, named Night Terror, came to his other hand. He then yelled ferociously, before felling five cords with a Zanwe Zibe Mbakhe, seven slashes with the two blades. As he approached the final cords, Axel slammed his hand in the cavity, and Prysom jumped the hand.

Prysom yelled, "Be Zanwe Zibe Mbakhe!", doing fourteen strikes with the two blades and vaulting all amidst the hand of Axel, in Akwoo style. Axel roared in pain as Prysom had cut his claws off, and he withdrew his hand. Prysom did a quadruple lariat, and finished off the last two columns. The cavity collapsed, making Axel fall to his knees, and Prysom jumped on top of the heart, stabbing it scores of times. Axel screamed in pain, and Prysom delivered thrice a Zibe Okuriye, the last one Zibe Okuriye Awou.

As he fell to the bottom of the heart, Prysom slashed in with Nezagaxa and Night Terror scores of times, a silhouette of wind following his unnaturally quick blades. He lept out of the heart, and ran out of Axel, now choking in his own blood. Prysom jumped, and finished off Axel with a final strike, as he flew back to the dragon village. As Prysom separated, rivers of holy fire burst of Axel. And Peyrite and Spyro saw, in a final awe bringing explosion, the best and worst news. They saw Axel die, but a thousand great demons shot to every which way.

In the morning, after Peyrite and Spyro awoke, Spyro said to Peyrite, "We will need to find food, we are in short supply.". As they left to hunt, and slipped into forest, they saw not the eyes watching them. Deep in that forest, that figure haunting them met them. Peyrite said, "Who are you?", to which the annoyingly vague being said with a smile, "Give me thine name, I give thee mine.". He walked forward, and not much was revealed by the light. The being was clad in a black robe, and had the feet of a Peyrit, a black glove on one hand and a skeleton's hand as the other, and the shadow of his hood had poke past it a small part of his frontmost face and ears of a Peyrit, ridged fins dragonlike. His belt held a blade identical to Nezagaxa, though only five inches wide and three and three quarter foot long.

Peyrite said, "My name is Peyrite, now name yourself.". The being was obviously a Peyrit, but not one Peyrite knew. He pulled down his hood, to show a very dark purple face, one not many shades past Prysom's, with a massive scar running from the left cheek through and past the right eye. The being said, "You may call me Arphaxad.", and then he paused to give a startling bit of news. He said calmly, "You may know me as Malleder.".

END OF CHAPTER X

Do you use the Draconic translator?

Quote: Prysom

Oh, in case your wondering, every language in this is factual.

The strange words shouted in strikes are in Fang (Pronounced Fong):

Mbakhe: Cut/claw
Mveigne: Ripper/rip
Okuriye: Hammer
Zibe Okos: Nightmare Lightning (Zibe is nightmare/dark, and Okos is Lightning)
Awou: Death

The Words said quickly by Peyrite are Aramaic:

Mene: Count
Tekel: Weigh
Uparsin: and Divide (Parsin alone is divide)
Marana Tha: Come, O Lord
Marana Tha Uparsin: Come O Lord and divide

The last foreign part is Latin, and you can easily find translation for it.

Thought I'd tell that little bit of info.

First off, this explains it. Second, what the crap is Draconic? Third, secretly, I enjoyed writing the part where Spyro had antiseptic poured on him and the breaking back into place thing...

Here ya go
It's a language that myself and now SCF7 uses as an ancient language, supposedly a forgotten language only spoke by the occasional dragon elder.

Hm... why did you ask if I use it though? Btw, XII will take a while after XI. Got to catch up canon.

It's feckin' useful, that's why.

Good story

Chapter XI: Full Circle

Peyrite drew Gatsu, and said, "Die demon!", but Arphaxad motioned for him to stop. Peyrite said, "I won't kill you. But I call a name by no other than his own, Malleder.". Malleder said, "I believe you mistake my intentions. I don't wish to possess, kill, or mutilate you. In fact, I am taking advantage of my abrogation from my demon form to help you. I went through a catharsis, and I want to be on your side.".

Spyro said, "Why should we trust you? You've done nothing but force us to murder people. People we loved!". Malleder knelt on a knee and said, "I know full well what I've done. Spyro, I caused you to murder many dragons, even your own parents. And Excavenger, I made you kill those you loved. All of those of the old era that died by a blade, it was yours. I even killed made you kill the one woman you ever loved. And that is why I give my life to atone.".

Malleder said, "I changed, but Tyvatiius has not. I must put on an act. I am sorry.". Spyro was about to ask what for, before Malleder knocked them both out with a rock. Malleder walked on, and met with Tyvatiius. The demon Tyvatiius said, "Did you kill them??, to which Malleder did not respond with but a slash to Tyvatiius' throat with his blade, and said, "No, but by Utima, I claimed your life.", and his blade turned amethyst in color with lines of jet black. And he walked to the tower of Peyrite.

Peyrite woke up, Spyro still sleeping curled up next to him. Peyrite woke up Spyro, and the two transported to the tower, where they planned to talk about what had happened. Of course, they didn't know Malleder was already there, puffing smoke from a cigarette. Malleder said, "I apologize for having to do that. I didn't want to attract suspicion. Now, let's cut the crap and get down to brass tacks.".

Malleder lounged back, and both Peyrite and Spyro sat, Spyro a tad on edge about being clubbed with a rock. Malleder said, "Now that I'm free and Tyvatiius is gone, I no longer am forced to channel Dryncet. Therefore, I have the capacity for good. I want forgiveness, and maybe some armor wouldn't hurt, as I intend to fight". Spyro walked up to Malleder and said in a manner hostile, "Earn our forgiveness? Get supplies from us? Why should we accept you? You have done nothing but lead to slaughter!". Peyrite stood up and said, "Because I forgive him. That should be good enough for you.".

Spyro, taken aback, look at Peyrite bewildered. Could he even believe these words, towards a mortal foe? Malleder turned to Spyro and said, "You would do well to follow Excavenger's example. I only killed because of Dryncet, I alone had no power.". Spyro got up in Malleder's face and said, "Why should I? My own parents died because of what you made me do!". Malleder, unphased by the fierce dragon said, "Because I made Excavenger do much worse. I made you kill hundreds, I made him kill millions. I made his stand before the only woman he ever loved, look into her tear filled eyes, and lop her head off with a blade. Noting Dryncet's exceptional capacity for true malice and pure evil, I'm surprised Dryncet didn't make me make him rape her as well. And then I left him, to see what he did...". Spyro said, "Fine. You make a good point. I'll forgive you.". Spyro then swiped the black box of cigarettes from his hand and said, short-tempered, "But quit stealing my smokes!". Malleder laughed softly to himself, and ground his cigarette into the ashtray next to him.

Malleder said, "Now, might you two gentleman fix me up some armor?". Peyrite responded, "In the large cabinet in here, get the amethyst armor. It's the only thing with a suitable handpiece.". Malleder walked to the cabinet, and put the amethyst and dark purple armor on. As well, he put on a brown leather trenchcoat and black fitted jeans. He put on a black longsleeved shirt, a belt, and shoes as well. Beneath the clothes were greaves, a chestplate, pauldrons, and bracers. Lastly, he put on his skeletal hand a fingerless gauntlet, much like an metal glove. Malleder, turning his head back ever so slightly, said, "Mind if I take a few guns?". Peyrite shrugged and said, "Sure.".

Malleder pulled two Peacemakers, two P90s, and a Dragunov machine gun off the wall. After securing the guns he said, "I'll tell you this. Dryncet was not me and Tyvatiius combined. She is an entirely separate entity. And she is here. Each of us equally wants to kill her. She made you guys murder, and she enslaved my mind for eons. You guys freed me, for that I owe you. But it will be me that delivers the killing blow.". Peyrite said, "What is your plan when we find her?".

Malleder said, coldly, for he shared no love for her, "Kill her.".

END OF CHAPTER XI

Isn't the Dragunov a sniper rifle?

Yeah, but I have it in here as a modded one that has a 75 round modded AK magazine, and it's full auto at about 750 RPM. Also, it's sweet paintjob is grey for the barrel, stock, and grips, and blood red for everything else.

Wow, I want.

Yeah, I know, awesome ain't it?

Chapter XII will be here Monday at the earliest. I need to get canon ahead of this, so I can write more than a single chapter a day.

Alright cool.

To think, this is all stuff I act out physically at night. Really gets the adrenaline flowing. Personally, I loved the Heart Chamber scene the most last night.

still readin' dude, but niiiiiice.

Chapter XII: Rose by a Thorn

Peyrite said to Malleder, "Let us go then.". Malleder motioned for Peyrite to stop and said, "No. Dryncet is a lot more powerful as a human. You need to gather your strength. Meanwhile, I myself need a place to rest.". Peyrite said, "On the right of this palace is a small house with a tower, use that.". Malleder nodded, and wisped into shadow, a sign of his teleportation. Spyro said to Peyrite, "You are making a mistake trusting this guy. You know what he did.". Peyrite said, "I give mercy to everyone who asks, you'd be wise to do the same.".

As dawn broke, the trio met in the courtyard, and each sat down in a chair, suiting them best. Malleder had an unmistakable and mischievous smile acrost his face. Spyro said, "What are you smiling about?", to which a quite gleeful Malleder cracked his toes and said, maintaining his grin, "Well, I had a good night... but not of sleep.". Peyrite said, "Sleeping was involved. I'm sure it's a matter of who it was with.". Malleder sighed and said, "Guilty as charged, chap. Guilty as charged. To be correct, it was FIVE "whos", but only one really stood out. And oddly, I still remember her name... Amber.".

Malleder said, "Would you like some deeper... detail?", to which Peyrite said, "You'd say it anyway, so spit it out.". The gleeful Peyrit recanted his night of bliss, saying, "Well, for one, she's quite thorough, and surprisingly flexible. We both did quite a few things with our tongues we didn't even know were possible... all over each other. As I licked gently across her in a straight line bottom to top, her tail curled as I hit her sweet spot...". The dragon was interrupted by the site of food falling out the mouth of a rigid Spyro.

Malleder continued, "She was a icy blue color, I believe, although I think I darkened her up a bit by the night's end. Best off, she can find me again, since I tattooed my address in her back.". Spyro said weakly, "Tattooed?", which Malleder responded by tapping his fang. He said, "With my teeth... all along her. I used venom as ink. She was absolutely... delicious...", and Malleder's blissful reactions to his own tale made his tail gently curl up.

Spyro, pretty much disgusted, said, "You are REVOLTING. It's bad enough you did it, but did we really need an in-depth minute-to-minute of it?". Malleder laughed, and said, "Were you able to experience such a... voracious adventure, you'd feel quite similar.". Spyro said, "Yeeeah... no.". Peyrite dragged his cig, and said, "You two going to flap your lips all day, or are we going to find Dryncet?". Malleder said, "Very well. We shall check the forest, our combined presences no doubt left a massive energy signature.".

And so the three walked, deep into the forest. As they made for the clearing, they saw a person, in a red coat, and with moonlight white hair. As the three approached, the woman turned, and said, "Well, how nice to meet you three. I am Dryncet.". Peyrite said, "We know your name, witch.". Dryncet stood, with magnificent red armor on her arms, legs, feet and hands, and had on a long red skirt, and red coat, but no top other than a dull silver breastplate with spiky ridges all along it in three rows, little but an enormous bladed shackle around her. Dryncet said, "Let us talk, not strike, first.".

She turned to Malleder, and said, "Malleder, my sweet. How are you doing? Still have the same burning love and desire for me?". Malleder pulled out his Dragunov and put it to the sorceress-demon's head. He said, "I never loved you. And I never will.". Dryncet pushed the gun down and said, "My, aren't we hostile?". She rammed the palm of her fist into Malleder, and Malleder dropped to the ground, doubled over in pain.

She then bent down to Spyro's level, and feigning sweetness, said, "And you... look how handsome you turned out, little dragon. Tell me, how are your parents?", and she kissed him softly on the cheek in act of malice. Spyro said, "Burn, whore.". Dryncet pinned the dragon by his stomach viciously into the ground. She said to him softly, "You know what I'm going to do to you, don't you?", and Spyro could only respond with terrified eyes, for he knew quite well her intent was rape. Dryncet said to him maliciously, "I'm more than cold enough to do it. I've done it to millions. But don't worry, I'll be nice and gentle...".

Peyrite quickly drew Gatsu and swung at Dryncet's neck, knocking her off the purple dragon. Peyrite said, "You touch him, and I'll kill you myself, fetid whore!". Dryncet drew from the air a blue crystal staff, and held it in one hand. "Very well,", she said, "Get me.". Peyrite swung many times viciously, to no avail, as Dryncet twirled her staff like a wheel all about, blocking every hit whilst performing phenomenally graceful maneuvers. As Dryncet planted her staff, she held to it, and kicked Peyrite back. Dryncet then threw off her coat, and showed her vicious arm armor and pauldrons, blood red as most else on her was.

Dryncet whirled the staff once more before rushing Peyrite. As she went to deliver a series of blows, Peyrite jumped, sheathed Gatsu, and took out Skan and Sken. Peyrite slashed, aura of wind be a trace of movement and strike, yet still did Dryncet block with both staff and blade. Dryncet then delivered seventeen slashes quicker than a blink, and not even Peyrite saw them coming. Peyrite, bleeding on the ground, only look upwards as Dryncet said, "I expected much more from you.", and she broke his ribs with a smash of her fist. Dryncet put back on her coat, and sent a massive tempest of electricity to Malleder and Spyro, who fell in pain. Then Dryncet walked away.

END OF CHAPTER XII

Oooooooooooh myyyyyyyyyyyy.

What? It's not even that bad.

For this story, it is.

Let's just say... it is... in Malleder's words, "Delicious...".

Indeed.

To be specific, she tasted a little like caramel apple cider.

That's actually pretty accurate of a description of the taste.

I was talking about her body, her skin. When Malleder mentioned the tattoo making.

I know.

Btw, this was the dirty chapter. Next one will be a battle chapter.

You need epic battle music.

I was thinking something awesome from FFVII or FFVIII

Look up "Two Steps from Hell" on Youtube.

Epic battle music will be achieved.

I don't know, I'd have to fool around a bit.

^This or \/

I'm probably going to just fool around with some stuff, as I said.