The Hive - Part 1 (Decayuss and Raven Kurosaki)

"A wanderer isn't always lost."

Slithering around him just a little bit more, the Hive Lord stopped in its tracks and then backed its body up. Looking like a snake getting ready to bite, that's exactly what it ended up doing. Jerking its entire torso area backwards while standing up a lot straighter and larger on its hind part, the Hive Lord very swiftly jolted its body straight for the conflicting Omega Black Devil. And its face was met straight with the sword of Armageddon.

The Omega Black Devil had long since noticed the Hive Lord behind him, and that it was ready to attack, but it merely pretended to not notice. Perhaps it could be considered cowardly, but then again the Hive Lord sneaking up on him while he was in a time of distress during battle could be considered that as well. The Omega Black Devil, rather can cowardly, considered it a tactical advantage, or a trick, perhaps. The Omega Black Devil pretended not to take notice of the Hive Lord slithering around him, but the conflict that it was feeling was not fake. He only tried to resolve it before he took notice, so that it could not forget. Forget what it was. What its purpose was. What is was doing here. Why it erased those memories. Unfortunately, that would never happen. The Omega Black Devil was destined to be trapped in its own feral and chaotic mind with no means of escape. The only escape would be death, or the spell known as Omega Black Devil timing out. Given the time that Deniel remained in the True Black Devil, and then consecutively into the Omega Black Devil threatened to have him gone forever.

And just as the Hive Lord had attempted to attack him, it found a blade being stuck right inside of its mouth. The Omega Black Devil abruptly turned in its frenzy, and shoved Armageddon straight down the throat of the Hive Lord. Plenty of dirty thoughts or jokes could be made, but the Omega Black Devil was not in the mood for any of them. Shortly after shoving its blade deep down the Hive Lord's mouth, he pulled it all the way out, and then charged up Heaven's Demise on the blade. The blade was swiftly overflowed and ignited in a destructive amount of Unholy Energy that was ready to destroy anything that it came into contact with. And as the Omega Black Devil placed a second hand on the brown spiraled hilt of Armageddon, the Omega Black Devil swung the blade with destructive and mighty force. Immediately the Unholy Energy detached itself off of the blade of Armageddon that cut through the flesh and bones of the Hive Lord, and then extended itself. Acting like an explosion, and perhaps being in essence one, the cut that detached itself from Armageddon immediately stretched out 180 meters, covering over the entire battle ground that was created by the Black Devil using Heaven's Demise. This coupled with the cut of Armageddon, and shoving the blade down its throat, was enough to kill this Hive Lord and leave only one left.

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Remaining Hive Lords: 1/4

"A wanderer isn't always lost."

The body of the second to last Hive Lord suffered a tremendous amount of damage in such a short amount of time. The Omega Black Devil with its insane amount of damage capabilities was making short work of these Hive Lords, much more than the True Black Devil had defeated the Tanks. Heaven's Demise had traveled for only a few meters before it dissipated, and that was the cause of the Omega Black Devil cancelling it. The opponent was dead, no need to let it fly further. Now that the hacked corpse in half was defeated, that only left one last one. Turning its body to face the remaining Hive Lord ,the Omega Black Devil somehow had some distant, faint memory of this last one. It saw the scar that it had over its left eye, and suddenly remembered something...the Regular Black Devil. Something that appeared in his earlier memories, but this regular Black Devil appeared to be scratching and gouging the eye of this Hive Lord. Is that why they wanted to kill him? Because in the past he attacked them? Pathetic. These creatures did not deserve to live with how weak they were, so the Omega Black Devil had no problem finishing them off.

Pacing himself very aggressively, the Omega Black Devil approached the last Hive Lord. Like the Tank, the last Hive Lord was consumed with fear now that it was the last one to die. It began to back away from him with every step that the Omega Black Devil took.

"What are you!?"

"Death!"

"What do you want!?"

"Chaos! Murder!"

"Why!?"

"Discord!"

The simple, one-word conversation between the Omega Black Devil that could only communicate with simple, negative words had actually worked and made sense. It was not as if it mattered, though. Eventually the Omega Black Devil dropped down on all-fours, and began the finishing move against the Hive Lord.

First he pushed himself off of the ground and rammed his head into the tall and mighty creature, which was now four times his height due to him dropping down to four limbs, but his strength had still surpassed it. The headbutt had worked to knock the Hive Lord off balance, and that gave room for the Omega Black Devil's next room. Using Armageddon, the Omega Black Devil swiftly cut off all four scythe limbs from the Hive Lord so that no form of counter attack was possible. Then came the finishing move. Taking the Hive Lord by one of its tentacles, the Omega Black Devil swiftly flew up high into the sky, and then looked down. He grabbed on to the Hive Lord's jaws, one in each hand, and then began to separate it. The Hive Lord began to shake and twitch itself to get free, but since it lacked arms, there was no much it could do. The Omega Black Devil began to charge up Unholy Energy in its body and its mouth, and just after the Hive Lord attempted to bite it, but failed....he shouted right down into its throat. The destructive Unholy Energy annihilated the ground below, and it also melted off the face of the Hive Lord, so that he was holding on to what appeared to be its severed head...and then it was over.

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"A wanderer isn't always lost."

The Omega Black Devil was triumphant. Flying, at long last, victorious. The Shout of the Devil that he used covered enough area to completely annihilate the corpses of the Hive Lords and the Tanks. Now, it was just a barren wasteland below, and the only remains of the Hive was the small head that he held within his hands. The entire fight had taken place during the darkness of night, so every form of Unholy Energy lit out the area. Just as the Omega Black Devil had finished off the very last Hive Lord, however, the light of dawn began to show. The conflict that had lasted the entire night was now over, with the singular superior being still alive and well. Dropping the head of the Hive Lord, the Omega Black Devil stared out on to the light of Dawn, and unleashed a roar. A roar that shook the very earth and could be heard throughout the island. A roar that was completely savage and beast-like, with not even a trace of humanity in it. The roar shocked and waved in the air, causing the rocks beneath to tremble. At the light of dawn the Omega Black Devil was the only thing left alive that took on the hive, and now it's roar was meant to proclaim its victory, supremacy, and...it's frustration. It had won, but now what? Now that it had one, what did it have to live for? He had no memory, he did not remember why he could not remember, and he could not remember that he argued over himself with his memory.

Fortunately for the Omega Black Devil, its existence was about to be no more, for the time being. Just as its roar had finished, at the very last second or two of it, the molten scales on its body suddenly shattered like glass, along with the wings and tail. Underneath the shattered pieces of scales, lava, and everything else....was the body of Deniel. With his eyes wide open, he had finished doing the roar of the Omega Black Devil by shouting himself in a much more human way. But just as that human shout had ended, the eyes of Deniel suddenly shut themselves.

Nidhogg was no longer in its Armageddon form, too. At long last, it was free from the bonds and chains of the True and Omega Black Devil, and once again he was back to his normal form. Free of them, and his master was also free from his own mind. But the most unfortunate part of all of this was that Deniel was no suspended in the air, and knocked out, too. He could not fly. Nidhogg began to panic for his master's safety and well-being. The Omega Black Devil had doomed its own body by flying too far up into the air, it seemed. And just as the Omega Black Devil had ended, and there was nothing left to hold up Deniel, he began to descend. Very swiftly, and with the force of gravity, the scrawny body of the Nephalem had swiftly began to descend down on to the Earth so that it may hit the ground.

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"A wanderer isn't always lost."

"Deniel! Wake up! You need to fly! Come on, fly!" Nidhogg pleaded with his master to wake up from his temporary stasis of sleep, and do something about him barreling down towards the solid ground that awaited him, but it was no use. Deniel's conscious had faded away, almost completely, and he was left in a coma-like state, so that he could not hear or feel what was going on in the outside world. His body and mind had been through too much stress, anyway. Even if Deniel were awake, it would not respond to any commands made by him, not even a Take Over that would help him fly. There was nothing that Deniel could do, and nothing that Nidhogg could do. The katana could only watch as his master came closer and closer towards oblivion, and he would be right there at his death bed. Nidhogg could almost not take it, as Deniel got nearer and nearer to the Earth. And then the impact happened.

Perhaps Nidhogg had underestimated the body of his master, especially in its default state. Nidhogg had expected Deniel's bones to break, or for him to die from the fall. But the body of a Nephalem was certainly not a frail thing, and a mere fall would not kill him. Deniel's body impacted on the Earth with a harsh clash, and rolled several feet away from his impact zone until he came to a complete stop on his back. His sword, Nidhogg, conveniently fell right beside his master. Nidhogg was still worried about his master's current state of health, but at the very least it could tell that he was alive and well. He was breathing. He seemed to be in a deep sleep, since his breathing was very heavy, almost like snoring, with his chest moving up and down, up and down with every breath that he took. Deniel, in the meantime, was in a sleep. A very deep sleep, dreaming about past events.


He was dreaming about the fight that he just had. He watched as his sanity had slowly slipped itself away...no, not slowly. Swiftly. He watched as he gave up his sanity for power, and how his mind became corrupted to the point where he could not recognize words. He witnessed him massacre and brutally annihilate the entirety of the Hive. How he crushed the Hatchlings in his grip and cut them in half alongside the carriers. And eventually, even after all of that brutality, it was still not enough to satisfy himself. Even in his dream he could sense the boredom that he once felt that quickly overtook the entertainment that he had been feeling. And this boredom is what caused him to mercilessly kill all of them at once, in one fatal swoop that was known as Heaven's Demise. And not only did this spell completely destroy the underlings of the Hive, and not just that...but destroy the mountain range that he was in. He truly was a monster that lost its sanity.

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"A wanderer isn't always lost."

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"A wanderer isn't always lost."

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"A wanderer isn't always lost."

In the flash of light that awoke him, Deniel suddenly opened up his eyes in a very deep breath. This breath was one that almost sounded like a gasp, as if he was consumed with complete fear and terror. Deniel attempted to flail his body around, or even so much as move an arm, but he wasn't able to move. The only thing he could do was blink and breath, as well as remove his mouth around. "Deniel, you're awake!" It was the very familiar voice of Nidhogg, and Deniel was more than glad to hear that. Something friendly, at long last. In spite of the dream being relatively short, since the events had passed by quicker than they were initially given, a lot of time had passed from the moment Deniel fell from the sky like a meteorite. Well...not literally a meteorite, else he would be dead. The time lapse when he had begun his dream and when he had just awoken was several hours, though. For he finished the fight at the light of dawn, and now the sun was beating down on him. It wasn't quite noon yet, though. It was around 8 or 9 AM when the sun was up, but not intense. With his breath still heavy and his mind still in a panic since his body could not move, Deniel called out to his sword: "Nidhogg! Thank goodness I can hear your voice. What...where am I? I..."

"A bad dream, I'm assuming?" Deniel would have nodded, but not even his neck would respond to the command that his brain gave it of nodding. It seemed the only action he could do was speak, breathe, and think. Since he couldn't nod, he had to speak: "Yeah. A terrible one..." Deniel felt like wiping his eyes with his hand right now, but not even that responded to his commands either. Thankfully he could still blink... "What was it about?" Deniel almost didn't want to even think about the dream, but he still needed to let it out anyways. "It was horrific. I dreamed that we Spirit Merged, and then all of a sudden I got so angry that I lost my mind. And after I lost my mind I mercilessly massacred and entire Hive of giant insects--gross--and then killed their leaders as....the Omega Black Devil? Thankfully it was just a dream. Right?" He sought some form of comfort from his sword Nidhogg. The dream seemed so real, but Deniel didn't want to believe that it happened. He didn't want to believe his body actually accomplished that. Maybe he would believe it if he could see his surroundings, but all he was stuck doing was staring up at the sky. The only thing that escaped Nidhogg was a low, reluctant growl. As if he had something to say, but wasn't able to say it. In other words: it was true. Deniel's eyes widened at the horror of realizing that everything he had done in that dream, every sadistic and inhuman act, was done by him. Maybe not with his mind, but with his body. And he let it all happen.

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"A wanderer isn't always lost."

"Oh, no...Nidhogg...what have I done. What have I done!?" His voice had cracked from the sudden sorrow that had swooped into his body when he found out that he had actually done everything that he dreamed about. Maybe after that flash of light, that's when it was over? Did he strain his body so much that he couldn't move? He wasn't able to answer these questions, and he didn't want to. The only thing that he could think about was how utterly disgusted he was in himself. His body, filled with sorrow, was unable to choke back the tears. In a rather uncomfortable position, and burning his eyes and noise, a salty water escaped the blood red eyes of Deniel, and he began to weep. Since he had control of his breathing, at the very least he could sniffle and snort back the snot that was starting to build up. "Nidhogg...I'm a monster! That's all I am! My dad was right! A killing machine! Mom was right! A worthless brat! And those villagers were right...I should die!" Suddenly all of the guilt and sadness that Deniel had built up in his life, and that he attempted to store away by giving himself a cold demeanor and a sense of humor, was unleashing itself all at once. He was in one of the worst conditions, and worse yet he couldn't move his body. He couldn't move his body to hug his knees, or to hide himself from the shame that he was feeling. He was exposed, with the only action he was capable of doing was breathing.

"See!? I told you he was a Cry-Baby!" The tears from Deniel's eyes suddenly ceased as his eyes widen in surprise and horror. He had heard his voice before. That middle-aged, raspy voice that seemed to have some form of both anger and fun behind it. The voice of a middle-aged man, a very fatherly one. The voice of Diabolos the Black Devil. "Baka! He's only crying because he's upset...you should give him some love!" The second voice was that of a young woman. She would have had a very sweet, seductive, and alluring voice were it not for her tone. She seemed to be upset, and filled with sass, that was directed towards the middle aged voice. And just as the two of them spoke up, there came two bodies. Emerging from his sides, near his lungs, were two spirits. The first of them was a dark red color, similar to the Unholy Energy that the Black Devil utilized, and the second one was a sky blue color that was the Holy Energy the White Angel used. Both of them were transparent, as in they could be seen, but they could also be seen through with enough focus to them. The red one was where the middle aged voice came from. It was a man with a beard, dressed in a crimson cloak, with black and dirty blonde hair if any colors could be seen from him. He appeared to be middle aged, fitting his voice. The second one, sharing her voice, was a young, buxom woman with straight blonde hair and wearing a dress. Both of them stared menacingly at each other, but it all seemed in good fun.

It was Diabolos the Black Devil, and Arianna the White Angel.

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"A wanderer isn't always lost."

The middle aged man growled at the woman, and she stared back at him with crossed arms and puffed cheeks. "Who are you calling an idiot? Does it look like he needs loving!?" The woman nodded at him, and strictly held up her finger at him as if to scold him: "Of course! He's your son, after all! Do what a father does!" Diabolos scoffed at his wife, and shook his head. "That's a mother's job, idiot! My job is to make sure he becomes a man! And I don't do that by comforting him while crying!" They were both speaking to Deniel as if they did not notice their presence...but he noticed theirs. He honestly did not know what he should feel right now. He killed the two of them, and he hated them. But their sudden appearance seemed to bring some form of comfort in him... "Mom...dad?" Deniel's eyes, since he could not move his neck, stared at the two questioningly, and filled with curiosity. As if they were never arguing in the first place, both of their heads turned to their son lying on the ground. Diabolos was the first to speak. "Oh, hey, Deniel! I didn't see ya' there!" Arianna would have hugged her son if she could, but for now a smile would have sufficed. "Oh my...were you listening to us? Bad boy!"

Deniel seemed to be amusingly insulted by the comment, and would have acted out if he could move his body. "What do you mean!? You guys are arguing right in front of me. How...why are you here anyway? What are you doing!? I thought............I thought...." He couldn't finish his sentence. He couldn't bear to. Diabolos finished it for him, though. "You thought you killed us?" Deniel sent the command for his neck to nod, but he forgot that he wasn't capable of doing it, so he sat silent instead. Arianna and Diabolos eyed each other briefly, before looking back at their son. "You did, to be blunt. Although we're not gone forever." Nodding at his wife, Diabolos continued: "You see, we don't know why or how...but we've been inside of your body ever since you buried us. In spirit. We've been able to talk with each other, and look to see what you're doing from inside of you. We have tried calling out your name, but it seemed as though you couldn't hear us...until now, it seems." Deniel's eyes moved from side to side, before looking back at them. "I see. And neither of you know why or how this happened? And why or how all of a sudden you can suddenly communicate with me?"

Arianna shrugged, although Diabolos momentarily stroked his beard to think about it. "Well...my theory is that you're becoming a True Nephalem. That is accomplished by a Nephalem killing its parents, and I think absorbing us was part of the process. And now that you've become on, I think you can finally talk with us again..." Deniel heard that already, and he wasn't too happy about it. "Just what is that, dad!? What is that!? Why did you two want to kill me? What's a True Nephalem? What is this Omega Black Devil? Why are you so mean to me!? Why....why can't you just accept me?"

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"A wanderer isn't always lost."

His heavy breathing of rage and frustration continued, but the tears had stopped. They had also dried up. Arianna and Diabolos were both caught a little off guard by the series of questions, but they had figured they deserved it. In spite of how much he deserved to know: he didn't know anything. They both glanced at each other. "You go first, dear..." Arianna nodded, and looked down at her son who listened intently.


"You see Deniel...me and your father....we weren't originally an angel and a demon. I suppose you managed to figure that out, though. We were both once humans, and were reincarnated after our first son killed us. When I came back as an angel and took revenge on him, your father was fortunate enough to find me. We knew it was forbidden to have a child as an angel and a demon...but I couldn't help it. He didn't want to, but I begged and pleaded. Because all I ever wanted was a healthy, baby boy or girl that would grow up to be big and strong... but that never happened. The first one tried to kill me. The second one tried to kill your father. The third tried to kill both of us. And so on. One after another, the Nephalem children attempted to kill the two of us, as if it seemed instinctual. We raised them when they were babies and toddlers, but when they hit their teenage years....something happened. They became more distant, and then attempted to kill us. Either in our sleep, or something else. Eventually your father had found out the science behind it: All Nephalem get the instinct to kill their parents at a certain age. So that they may absorb their power and become even stronger than before. Or...as your father describes it: A True Nephalem. Dear?"

Diabolos nodded intently at Arianna's story, as it all added up. Then he stared back at his son, and continued on with his own:

"A True Nephalem, yes. As for the Omega Black Devil...I know what it is. It's on par with what's known as: The Alpha White Angel. These two are very dangerous and ferocious forms that a Nephalem can take on. It's when they fully become a demon or an angel, and leave no trace of whatever else is behind them. I recall one of your brothers was capable of performing such a feat. Although it was never exactly called the Omega Black Devil, he did attempt to kill me with it. That was the closest any Nephalem has ever gotten. But in the end: he was no match for me. Just like all other Nephalem are. And aside from that...it shows that you've done it. With the fact that you were capable of becoming the Omega Black Devil, absorb your mother and I's spirits, and then finally be able to talk to us, it means only one thing, Deniel. You have become a True Nephalem. You now have the power beyond that of a God. You could rule the world if you wanted to! Nothing can stand in your way!"

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"A wanderer isn't always lost."

Suddenly Deniel felt that he could move his limbs. Very slowly, and carefully, he sat up from where he was. He listened to the story of Arianna and Diabolos. In some ways he was satisfied, but in many others, he wasn't. "So what...? I don't care. I know I want power, but I don't want to rule the world! And plus...what if killing the two of you was for the best!?" Both of them seemed stunned at Deniel's reaction. They each stared at each other momentarily, and then back at their son who continued. And as he continued, he slowly started to stand back up on his feet, and reach up for his katana Nidhogg. "How many children did you guys kill? Hundreds, thousands!? Generation after generation? And for what!? Just so you can kill more!? Where the Hell is the logic in that!? You ever think that it was better if the two of you died? It looks like it is. For now only am I alive, but in some ways, you guys are as well. If Nephalem manage to kill you...you still live. You still live within them. Mom, you can get your wish. You can see me grow up big and strong, into a handsome young man as you said. And dad...I have power. A lot of it. I have become a True Nephalem. When will you ever be proud of me? When will I gain your acceptance? Why did it take so many generations of Nephalem for you guys to give a damn?"

Arianna and Diabolos were momentarily silent. The only thing that his mother could say was: "Deniel....I..." Deniel continued. Now, Nidhogg was in his hand. Arianna and Diabols were behind him, on his shoulders, but he still acted as if he were in front of them. "I know I want power...and I still do. But I don't want the power to rule the world. In fact, I wish I could give up all of this power! All I would ever want...is you two. I want to be raised as a normal kid, with two loving parents. A loving mother, and a caring father. I want to grow up under them, until one day I could set off on my own life. And then when I return, come back with a grandchild so the two of them can know that their bloodline may continue on within me. ...But no. I'm stuck with you two. I'm stuck with an insane, psychotic mom who calls me a brat. I'm stuck with an asshole dad who always calls me a 'Cry-Baby' just for having more feelings than he does. I'm suck with a troubled past of not being raised properly. And I'm stuck with living with the guilt that I killed the two of you. And most important of all: I'll never be able to have a kid. I'm a hybird. I'm sterile..."

One of Deniel's red eyes had suddenly turned into a sky-blue color as he blinked. And from out of his back, with almost no sound or movement, came a pair of jet black feathered wings that allowed him to fly. Without even realizing it...Deniel had become a Nephalem. For the first time, he was in a Nephalem Full Body Take Over. "But regardless of all of that...I'm glad you're with me now. You can both be with me for the rest of my life. If I can't have that other stuff...this will do."

"Remember what we said, Deniel..."

"We'll always be with you..."

"Now and forever. In love..."

"And in hate."



Satisfied, the True Nephalem took off with its new wings away from the island. "Let's go home."

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