User blog:Nimarfira/(GGaD) A Shift In Balance.

Events within are Loreful and considered canon.

Warning, content is not for the faint of heart. Read at your own risk.

Second confrontation. Location: Sol's Domain, Underworld, Unknown Time.

} Sol {

The Demon Prince sat on his throne In draconic from listening to his general, Lephantis, when a messenger interrupted them.

“Your majesty!” He squeaked dropping to his knees. “I’m sorry to interrupt your meeting but a powerful man is laying waste to your kingdom!”

“What!? Why haven’t you stopped him!?” Sol roared angrily. “This is unacceptable!”

“The guards are trying, but he’s wiping them out legions at a time Your Holiness!” Insisted the messenger, shrinking back in fear. “We aren’t strong enough to–”

“Silence!” Sol interrupted. ”No mere mortal has that power and it’s not a god, I would have sensed it.” He smashed the messenger to a pulp with his talon.

Lephantis spoke up now trying avoid being beheaded. “My King, what if the assailant isn’t just any mortal? Is there anyone from your past that could do this?”

The King of Infestation leaned back on It's throne. “You bring up a good point my friend.” Sol thought for a moment and It’s face went grim. “Nocturnus Igne… He’s the only one who comes to mind. That Warmage is always getting in my way.”

“Milord, your orders?” Asked the infestation general.

Sol lifted It’s solid fire sword from the side of the throne. “Lephantis prepare the soldiers, we’re fighting a one man army.”

} Nocturnus {

The Shadewalker was always a fan of tripping the alarms when detection wasn’t important. Get your prey to panic and they do the predictable, worked every time. Even now the floating island of Sol was in chaos, all born from his aggression. ''Looks like uncle Dies doesn’t train It’s soldiers like It used to. They are weak, even with the numbers so large this is a cakewalk.''

He tore through the guards in seconds and gained ground like it was nobody’s business. He’d make it to the palace in thirty minutes if they didn’t try any harder, though that wasn’t really the point. The idea was to lure out Sol into combat and subdue him to reclaim the divine power It squandered. And that was exactly what he was going to do, Nocturnus wouldn’t leave without it.

Without It's divinity Sol would be powerless, the half baked organization of this place would crumble and Nocturnus would finally be able to avenge Divina. With that in mind he had no problems painting the streets red and blue with Perdere's blade. And that's when things got more difficult.

Nocturnus cursed when a sudden tidal wave of infestation charged straight at him crashing into hellstone buildings and rushing through the streets. It took the strongest ward he could put up in a few seconds to hold them off. Even still he was out flanked and took a beating. Sol's Infestation had a hive mind, although it was a rather insane and moronic mind, trial and error still worked.

Demons were typically stronger against magic than physical weaponry. Infestation? Completely the opposite. With vastly more Infestation than demons, he was forced to start using magic. In about five minutes of the reinforcements arrival he spotted his target. Unfortunately that was enough time for him to get surrounded and pinned down by the enemy.

"Sol! Face me yourself, coward!" The Warmage taunted. It never took much to enrage the other. Well, that and the fact that the place was being decorated with dismembered and gutted underworld monsters.

} Sol {

The King of Infestation roared and charged his opponent, the swarms of it's minions bolted away from the imminent point of impact. But Sol didn't see Nocturnus break from his living restraints by flaring the illusionary void flame his armor emitted. The Plane Destroyer and The Shadewalker locked swords their blade's flames combatting each other. "So Nephew, you come to meet your fate once more? It would be fitting for you to die again in the name of that goddess you loved so dearly..." Sol mocked, it's scales writhing. "Who was she again?"

Nocturnus' eyes shifted to burning flames under his helm and he spoke through gritted teeth. "Her name is Divina, f****y t*****n. I swore to avenge her and Shealo gave me a second chance. I will not fail this time!"

Sol leaned over It's blade putting his body weight on to it. "Prove it then, child of Noctu Igne. Prove you are the strongest of The Ancients. Defeat me in traditional combat and take my divine power as your own. Or perhaps you're not the hero she thought you were."

Sol felt the ultra-sharp serrated claws of void crystal dig into It's chest and expose his heart. With a rush of fear It pushed The Shadewalker away from him.

} Nocturnus {

"Uncle, you really need to learn when to shut the f****y up." Nocturnus said with a smile just before charging back into the fray accepting the challenge. He could feel Perdere's hunger for personal vengeance through her grip, the sentient power flowing over her blade.

Sol raised the chain of Its weapon and blocked the attack only to get caught off guard by a second one. Nocturnus had thrown a volley of his knives into Sol's chest preventing the infestation from reforming around the heart of darkest solidified shadow. That was what he needed, his uncle's source of power.

"Son of a-" Sol cursed slashing at its nephew. Nocturnus leaped off the blade in an overhead flip while Perdere slashed across Sol's face and the back of It's neck. He landed just in time to dodge the chained blade enough so that it didn't slice him in half.

Sol seemed to lose his opponent. "Back here dumb***!" Nocturnus called slamming Perdere into Sol's right leg, puncturing the achilles tendon. Sol took a knee roaring in pain. The Warmage bolted up Sol's back and dug his talon into the base of his uncle's skull "Your Will is weak, let's see how good your mortal form is."

} Sol {

Sol quickly threw The Warmage into a building, but the message was through and he shrank down to his half dragon form. "You want me dead that badly?" Sol brandished It's sword as he spoke, moving into view of the building's ruins. "Then get up and-"

Only too late did he realize It's opponent was already closing distance, another volley of knives flying at his face. The god brought It's blade up and blocked a few but two still managed to hit and stagger him. They locked swords and clashed but In moments he was disarmed and sprawled across the ground trying to figure out what happened. The Shadewalker wasted no time and 3,000 tons of Ancient fell upon him.

The god gritted its teeth and fought back, but the other was using his weight and the knives already embedded in its flesh to keep him down. Sol almost blacked out when the dark, crystalic heart was torn away. It could feel the divine power fade from him.

} Nocturnus {

He sat next to the heavily breathing ex-deity, staring into the heart that glowed with power. It never pulsed during the fight, not once. It wasn't an organ, it was an artifact. A container for the power within and it called to him, like it belonged to him and all he needed to do was reclaim it. And he was holding it in his talon.

He glanced over at Sol's weapon and kicked it further away not wanting It to get any ideas. Only now did he realize that the hordes of monsters he had fought to this point were watching them. He looked at Sol and noticed he didn't feel anything towards the ex-god but anger and triumph. He knew he needed to finish his part though. His uncle need to permanently die and the only way to that was to become a god again.

Sol struggled to sit up. "So, you are the strongest of us." It wheezed. "Well what are you waiting for? An invitation? You defeated me according to our tradition."

Nocturnus stood and glared down at his uncle. "It was never yours to begin with." The heart cracked as he slowly crushed it in his talon, the power within seeping through the cracks and flowing over him.

Sol tried to get up but he was kicked back down. Nocturnus glared into the corruption riddled artifact. "If you can't protect it and keep it, it was never meant to be yours." He chuckled. "No, this is mine. Although it's good to know that you still have the mental capacity to honor tradition." And with that he smashed the crystal heart, using all the power in his Glore Vyrden, and the strength of his being.

} Sol {

Sol watched in horror as a tornado of angry black and purple energy enveloped It's nephew. Hearing the very Ancient roars of pure willpower combatting absolute corruption. It stood now and backed away, picking up his blade weakly. The infestation It was made of kept him alive and was replacing where the heart was. It could feel some of his strength return but it wasn't enough to fight a full strength Ancient god, let alone a weak human one.

"Lephantis!" He called angrily staggering towards the palace. "Get over here!" The infested general crawled halfway out of the ground. "Yes milord, what is it you command?"

Sol glanced at the edge of the domain. "Evacuate the island," He pointed to the whirlwind of divine energy. "He will die, but the energy of that will destabilize the volcano." Sol didn't show it but It was glad his minions were still loyal to It.

Lephantis nodded and placed his king on his back. "Citizens and soldiers, we leave the island at once and head to the neighboring fortresses." The two of them disappeared into the ground and gathered that and who they could from the palace.

The demons and Infestation stirred and rushed to the portals haphazardly. They took whatever wasn't nailed down with them on the way. The creatures more loyal to Sol passed the message throughout the island. The domain would be empty within fifteen minutes.

} Unknown {

He knelt where he was and breathed, willing himself to remain calm. He may be dying but he'd do it on his own terms. The Ancient was no coward he did not give up, death didn't accept him, so he wouldn't accept death either. After what felt like an eternity(and he knew what that felt like) he stood slowly. He poured everything he had into the corruptive power that Sol wielded for so long and made it his own.

The energy was done swirling, it had stopped trying to kill him, because It was his now. He breathed in the divine power like it was fresh air. When he opened his eyes the omniverse listed sideways. He had to use Divina Virtute for balance until he got his bearings. Opening his talon he could feel that power in his claws now, waiting for his command.

The energy flowed up as a purple and black flame. "Who am I?" He asked. The Shadewalker didn't realize how exhausted he was, his currently hoarse voice was a great indicator of that.

The energy darkened into a black smoke. He took that as confusion.

"What is my true name?" He clarified.

The energy cleared into the familiar aggressive purple of the void fire he used. Apólyá'Skotá it answered.

Apólyá'Skotá shook his head. "I'm a full blooded Ancient once more, huh? To go by that name again?"

The energy brightened then dulled. Yes. It responded.

"Apólyá'Skotá, funny my name didn't seem to fit me anymore when she died." He chuckled weakly. "Now it fits a little too well." Apólyá was starting to understand his power again and vice versa.

The energy dulled in apology I'm sorry.

"Don't be, besides it's about time I was honest with myself." Apólyá'Skotá looked around at the island domain that belonged to Sol. "Guess I look pretty insane, taking to a ball of energy... stuff." He didn't know where he was going with that.

Apólyá'Skotá lowered his talon as the energy floated around him and touched Perdere. Apólyá raised an eyebrow, drew her, and let her float infront of him. Perdere flickered to life, her sentient energy lighting up her markings and void fire.

She spoke in the Ancient language, which had become normal when it was one on one conversation. "Which one is that?" She asked.

Apólyá glanced at the power. "Supernatural, I think. Or Power, not entirely sure. Wait how did you know-"

"I could sense it when you drew me." Perdere's voice was as warm as always but it didn't have the sadness that it usually had.

Apólyá slumped into Divina Virtute a little more. "Oh, sorry for not realizing that our bond was so strong."

Perdere spiraled in place. "Eh, you don't spend as much time with me as I'd like but… I like you anyway."

"What do you mean by that? I take you everywhere with me." Apólyá complained gesturing to Perdere's scabbard.

She stopped spiraling and taped her point to his talon. "Yeah, I should probably still give you credit for that. So, you need a way out of this hell hole?"

Yes, if you don't mind? The energy answered before Apólyá'Skotá could. So he just switched the staff to his other side.

Perdere slashed the air and a rift opened. "Alright you owe me." She told Apólyá'Skotá.

"I always owe you." Apólyá sighed extinguishing the energy and walking through the rift. He sheathed Perdere on the other side with a smile and the rift closed.

Fin.