Mythal hit the ground. Again.
This time he had somehow warped from one place and to another, landing hard on his stomach as he hit the indiscernible ground. He was lying on a solid surface at the same time, there was nothing there. He was immersed in utter darkness; everything around him was pitch black or so it seemed. As he groaned and pushed himself to his feet, his hands pressing against an invisible floor, he glanced around his surroundings. Darkness in every corner except for one – an area off to his right. And there stood the exact opposite of darkness; bright white platforms that resembled snow-covered ground, hovering in the air through some magical force. As if those weren’t strange enough, there was also a massive, ornate door that rose up from the pieces of ground. It was a pristine white, with detailed lines running on each side of the double doors. Stained glass had been set near the top half of each one, with another triangle-shaped glass setting above it. Golden knobs and door handles were set into the door, the means of which one might open it."What… ?”
Mythal asked, staring at the out-of-place houseware. He took a step towards it, now more curious than anything else. But the ground exploded from under him, blowing him backwards from the sheer force of the magical power. He bounced once, twice before he managed to come to a sliding halt on the ground, groaning as he pushed himself up onto his hands and knees. As his head cocked up to look back to where he had been, he spotted a figure standing almost exactly where he had been standing.
It was a human of medium height, probably half a foot shorter than Mythal. His bright teal hair was a bright contrast in comparison to all the dark that made up the room. He was wearing a clean, crisp black shirt and pants with a gray vest and a loosened black tie around his collar. But the most disturbing part was the bright white mask he wore on his face, with ‘YOU ARE FREE’ etched in a creepy smile over where his mouth would be. Tiny black notches were etched around the leftmost eye, like some kind of marking of victims."You the one killin’ e’rryone?”
Mythal asked as he got to his feet, groaning slightly.
The being didn’t answer. Instead, it brought its right hand forward, his hand stretched like he was taking aim at the God Slayer. But then a flash of dark magic equipped him with a weapon… or was it a key? In truth, it looked like a giant key that had a boxed in handle where one might grip it. The metal part of it, namely the shaft, was barely noticeable behind the inky darkness that had apparently corrupted it. Jagged, sharp points thrust out from the point of the key, like dreadful spikes off a barricade. The same darkness wrapped around the guard that surrounded the handle, converging on a sharp point at the end. A dark, chain-like keychain hung from the spike, swaying in the air smoothly.
A giant… key… weapon. That was new. The humanoid pointed at the key in its hand slowly and then pointed at itself, trying to tell the God Slayer his name."You’re…the key? Or yer name is Key?”
Mythal asked, clearly confused.
In answer, the man called Key waved the keysword in front of him. A moment later the ground exploded once more from under Mythal, this time sending him flipping head over rear into the air. But before he could hit the ground, his Sky Ring activated and caught him, causing the God Slayer to curve up into the air and then hover. "Don’t matter to me now,”
he growled as he willed his body forward.
He shot down and slammed his fist into the humanoid’s face, knocking him back a step. Mythal held it there but slowly Key began to turn back, resisting the fist buried in his masked cheek. He swung the keysword at the God Slayer, clipping him in the shoulder and sending him spinning. He righted himself and flew right back, this time raining a flurry of punches and kicks against the creature’s face.
With one last hard punch, he sent the masked man stumbling back. His head snapped up and he twisted his body around to point the sharp end of the keysword at the door behind him. There was a loud clunking noise, like a lock disengaging that echoed throughout the entire space. Mythal’s gaze shifted to the door as it started to creak open, each door slowly pulling away from one another. Clouds of darkness broke through the crease as it expanded, flowing down out of the room beyond and onto the ground. Immediately Mythal could sense something was wrong; there was a deep pain in his stomach that felt old and familiar. He watched with trembling eyes as the door opened just enough to reveal a shadowy figure standing just beyond the threshold of the doorway. He couldn’t see her directly but he could feel her presence. He knew her without having to see her.
The Absolute Divine of Destruction and Death; Faera herself.
Before he could say or do anything – not like his body would have the willpower to do so anyways – Key spun around and set off another explosion from under his feet. This time the God Slayer wasn’t prepared, sent spiraling into the air and hitting the ground with a hard thud. Tendrils of darkness creeped up off the invisible floor and grabbed at his chest, trying to pin him down. He was in no condition to fight them off at the moment; his entire body was paralyzed and screaming in both pain and fear. He could feel her aura even from here, bearing down on him, calling out to him.
Key was standing over him now, looking down behind the empty eyes of the mask. He brought the keysword around and hovered the sharp end of it over Mythal’s chest, right where his heart was. But Mythal was far away, his eyes focused on the shadow of the Fallen God that had tried to possess him. That would
possess him. It was over…“Come on, boy. Ain’t no son of mine that’d give up that easily.”
Just as the key came down to stab into Mythal’s heart, it was knocked to the side, causing it to stab into the ground. As Key himself tried to understand, a blur of something sharp came up and slashed the man across the chest, knocking him back several steps and causing him to drop his weapon. The blankless eyes came up and watched as Mythal got to his feet, using a sword to push himself up. The steel weapon hissed as he brought it up onto his shoulder, the God Slayer glancing at it. "Bout time you showed up,”
he spoke to Curse, his personal weapon.
Key’s arms came up, his fists clenching tight. An ominous purple and black light began to emanate off of him, the ground beginning to shake ever so. But Mythal was having none of that, rushing forward as he spun the blade around so that it was even with his arm. His magic surged into both of his arms, his skin paling completely white. Black rivers of darkness twisted through his flesh until they were stretched up to his biceps.
He came within Key’s proximity and then, unleashed hell upon him. It was a blur of fists raining down upon the masked figure, fully-powered punches that slammed all over his enemy’s upper torso. The ground’s shaking shifted, the magical pressure coming off of Mythal taking control of its trembling. Key was knocked around like ball in a pinball machine, his body jerking every which way as punch after punch came crashing down upon him. As Mythal finished the attack, one last punch that knocked the masked man back a few steps, he muttered a loud. "God Slayer’s Secret Verse: One Thousand Falling Fists.”
As the last syllable left his mouth, Key fell backwards onto the ground, his body going completely limp.
Mythal turned his gaze to the figure of Faera in the door, her form having remained in the same spot. He brought Curse up to point at her, the tip aimed right at her skull. "Someday, Faera. I’m coming for you,”
he promised her. He took a few steps and took hold of the keysword that Key had possessed, raising it up and pointing it at the door. His willpower became one with the weapon and slowly the door began to close, masking the figure from view. The last Mythal saw of the Fallen God, there was a dark green flash of her eyes and then the door sealed itself shut once more.
The world began to fall away from Mythal, light swiftly crawling in from above him. "Just wait until then,”
he muttered as he disappeared into the pillar of light that had come down to retrieve him, removing him from the darkness.
All was silent in the dark realm for several long moments. Then the distinct sound of footsteps approached seemingly from nowhere. “Aye, that was quite the battle,”
a smooth voice spoke, the voice elegant and carefree. From out of the shadows came the handsome man that Mythal had met in Oak Inn, walking out of the shade like it was nothing. He walked right up to the body of Key and stared down at it, snorting a chuckle. “He put up a fight but the lad wasn’t strong enough for ‘em,”
he spoke to no one in particular. Though as he did speak, he turned his gaze to the door.“Aye, he did seem stronger. But it don’t matter none; he’s not goin’ to matter in the long run. So let him swim in his darkness and think he controls the tide. When his sister comes lookin’ for him, he won’t stand a chance. Too bad though,”
he said, shaking his head.“A father never likes to see his children fight,”
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