David was puzzled. Never had he been asked for help
like this before. "You're a Silvermyth? So they do exist after
all..." He quickly patted down Kiyo to check for weapons. not that he
needed weapons anyway. "hmm... well, I don't usually lend my air forces,
or armies to anyone, so I'd like to hear what you're going to use them for
first. I'll have you know I'm about ready to declare war on another
country." he said this spinning his finger in front of kiyo's face.
As David neared Kiyo, the tension
in the air steadily increased. For the second time in his life, Kiyo
felt....edgy. He couldn't shake the feeling that something strange was going
on. And he had a strong suspicion that it all had to do with the president
standing in front of him. The Suzaku took a brief moment to focus on his
senses, closing his eyes just long enough to make it seem like a long blink.
Nothing seemed quite out of the ordinary, except for one thing: the heat. It
wasn't anything spectacular in intensity, but something about it felt...overbearing,
like a kind of gravitating warmth. And this unusual torridity seemed to emanate
from David's general direction.
<Kiyoshi. This heat....>
"Yeah, I sense it too. It seems suppressed. Any idea on what it
is?"
<I'm not too sure. It appears to be coming from the sword. Something
about it seems...divine. And not the earthly kind, but something...out of this
world. The way it feels....like pure rising energy....it bears a strong
similarity to Amaterasu.>
"The Sun Goddess?!"
<That's the best clue I have. Only a Celestial Goddess like Amaterasu
possessed flames that were strong enough to disturb Suzaku. And as much as I
hate to admit, the heat I feel from that blade sets me on edge.>
"Same here. The last time I felt something like this was when you tried
to teach me Karin Zanjutsu (Fire-Ring Blade Technique), Amaterasu's
forbidden sword style. That technique almost killed me."
<I taught you that technique to use as a last resort. But that's beside
the point. We should be glad to have such a powerful ally.>
"Oh yeah. I feel REALLY safe knowing this guy's got god-like powers
that could kill me at any moment."
All this time, Kiyo kept his poker
face up, but he could do little to nothing about the sweat rolling down his
face. He took a deep breath and wiped the perspiration away, passing it off as
fatigue and industrial heat, before giving out his report.
"My team is on a mission to eliminate the Black Calamity brothers. We've
already killed Vega. Right now, our forces are locked in combat with Storm Crow
but it doesn't look good. We'd really appreciate it if you could lend us some
help."
David blinked curiously at Kiyo's
statement. he wasn't about to start believing everything he said, but his
statement did hold some weight.
"I
see, then we should rush to the front gate..."
With a
snap, the maids lined either side of the street as a jeep drove up to where
kiyo and David where standing. "Alright, let's go check it out, you're
coming too!" The president tugged Killrock onto the van with them,
and as soon as the doors shut, the van speed off."
"What
you say interests me. If the brothers are all about than I may have to post
pone this war after all. In the event that the brothers are up to no good, this
will be more useful in your hands than mine..." David unbelted the sword
from his waist and held it out in front of Kiyo. "Don't unsheathe it until
I say, you'll kill us all if you do." the chains binding the hilt to the
sheath rattled as the van ran over a bump.
While
Kiyo inspected the sword, David explained it's history. "The sword was
originally found by a group of small barbarian tribes not too far from
Valhalla. it was a powerful weapon that was believed to have been forged by
there gods. the sword works when the wielder peers into the blade, and looked at
his enemies at the same time. then everyone who looked upon the blade would be
incinerated. they believed that this was there gods way of showing no good
would ever come out of fighting, that you would always have to make a
sacrifice, that there was no perfect war...
As you
can see, technology changed that. looking into the blade threw this eye patch
prevents the wielder from being incinerated. once I see storm crow with my own
eyes, I'll let you have this eye patch."
"I
see. So this is a weapon forged by the Norse Gods themselves." Kiyo
muttered as he observed the foreign weapon. He reached out with his right hand
to get a closer inspection, but right when his finger glanced the hilt, he felt
a serious magical backlash that forced him to retract his arm, almost as if he
got shocked. Kiyo's arm and ring pulsated with a red hot aura in response to
the strange sword's sealed fire power.
<Such
potent power. No wonder it set me on edge. The Celestial power from that blade
is somehow reacting to our Phoenix-based magic.>
"Yeah.
It's not 'somehow' reacting. 'Explosively' would be more appropriate.
There's definitely something about that sword that doesn't mix well with me."
Kiyo mentally complained as he shook his glowing arm in annoyance. "I've
only read a bit on Norse mythology, but do you think Loki had a hand in this
sword's creation? He is, after all, the Trickster God of Fire. And this sword
definitely has a strong double-edged 'recoil' to it."
David
just smiled and looked out the van’s window. Part of him hoped kiyo was telling
the truth. He would like to see how the sword would react with a demon of such
power…
Storm crow was growing in power
with every second, and Vic was waiting there, hoping to be able to take the
heat of the blow.
“I can’t do this! Why isn’t he
attacking?”
Gail knew he had to do something.
Victor wasn’t going to last much longer and why would he? Storm crow wasn’t a
demon, he was an ARMY of demons! Four arms, self controlling weaponry, no outstanding weaknesses, one on one wasn’t fair!
He looked over at the glass tower,
it was now clear what he had to do…
“GRAHHHH!”
With a heave, Gail leapt onto the tower and started to clime with haste,
using his scythes as picks to dig into the glasses surface. The half demon
hoped the tower had a nice sturdy base, if it did collapse maybe it would at
least provide a distraction, but he hoped he would be out of harms way.
“When souls collide…”
Crap! Storm crow was getting
dangerously close to finishing his power word! He could already see electricity
arcing from his hooks into a sphere of raw power. No way Victor could expect to
survive that, hell, Gail was sure Storm crow couldn’t survive it! he was atop
the tower, a good leap would put him between Vic and the demon. But he had to
time his jump right.
“…NOTHING REMAINS!”
With a bound, Gail shoved Vic out
of the way and activated his power word just as Storm crow engaged his attack.
“What the? Where did you?”
Unlike Marauder and Midori’s power
words, Gail couldn’t fully control Storm crows magic. All he could do is
generate a beam of equal power and hurl it back at the demon. Gail’s beam was
pure energy, Storm crows was a purple hue with electricity arcing in it. “When
soul’s collide huh?” there beams, as if guided by prophecy, collided, and the
outcome was also similar to the phrase depicted in Storm crow’s power word.
David jumped out of his seat. “Oh my god! Did the engine explode?!”
The power colliding from the two power
words created a loud crash, followed by an explosion of unchanneled
energy. it hurled the three combatants
outward and away from each other. Gail soared into the sky, Victor and Storm
crow where hurled mercilessly at the ground.
“Oh… oh now I really wish I had
wings!” Gail groaned as he started to descend like a comet, leaving a trail of
dust behind him.
The demon shook off the devastating
explosion and looked over at Victor, who was descending towards the earth at
the same speed he was. “I don’t think you getting splattered all over the
desert sand is a very memorable way for you to perish victor.” Storm crow said
to himself. He quickly halted there
accent three hundred feet above the ground by spreading his wings and snagging
Victor with his hooks. After pulling
Victor up to meet him, he opened a worm hole behind victor and flew into it.
just as the damphnir’s wings where the only thing on the inside of the worm
hole, it closed, sheering Victors wings off and sealing them in another dimension.
“Oops…”
Vic’s face showed much pain as he
slowly started to descend again, but Storm crow wouldn’t let him hit the
ground. He hooked him and pulled Vic into his waiting fist, knocking him
outward. The demon used the same tactic again, this time with an uppercut. And again,
and again, the wingless damphnir was just a rag doll to Storm crow now.
He continued to hold together as the demon wailed on him. Then Storm crow reeled
him in one last time, but he didn’t punch him away This time. Instead he channeled electricity threw his weapon into
Vic, the voltage arcing all over the place. Even now, Victor continued to fight,
stabbing Storm crow as the electricity coursed threw him.
“Why won’t you DIE ALREADY!?!?”
“…Just look into his eyes, keep
the one without a patch closed, and don’t unsheathe it until he makes eye
contact!”
Storm crow tuned his head and
looked downward upon kiyo, who stood there wearing an eye patch, holding a
sword out in front of him.
“How the hell is he going to hurt
me with that?”
“NOW!”
After David’s words, Kiyo pulled
up on the hilt as high as he could. The chains prevented the entire blade from
being revealed, but he could feel the raw power and heat escaping the blade as
it shook uncontrollably in his hands. It almost made kiyo let go, but he knew
he had to hold on.
“GRAHHHHHHHHHHHHH!”
The glass on Storm crows visor
cracked and flames bust out of the
newly created hole in his armor. He instantaneously dropped Vic, who couldn’t
feel the searing heat. yet even at this distance, it felt like the flames where
licking at Kiyo’s face.
The demon didn’t stop screaming as
he hurdled threw the air. If anything, it was getting louder as the heat
cracked and shattering his prized armor like glass. even his wings, which where
said to be made of stone, seemed to turn molten under the heat that was
consuming him. finally he hit the
ground, and the heat was starting to die down.
“And now for the secondary blast,
keep your eyes on him Kiyo…”
David covered his eyes with his
hand as he pressed on the top of the hilt, causing Kiyo to sheath the sword.
This detonated an explosion near the demon and created a ring of fire that stretched
out for miles, but only burning Kiyoshi’s one foe.
“It’s all depleted now, give it
time and it’ll be ready to fire again, it won’t be ready for a blast like that
for a few weeks I’m afraid.”
Out in the desert laid Storm
crow’s motionless body. the armor all but destroyed, and his body scorched
worse than a 600 year hell flame.
*slam*
The demon brought his fists into
the ground with enough force to bring himself upright. He angrily hurled his armor
off to the sides as he yelled at his foes. “Don’t you get it? I can’t die!
You’ll never slay me! All my deaths have been suicides!”
“Well, I guess I’m going to take a
fall. Heh, never pictured myself going out like thi-“
Just then, a blue glow consumed
Gail and Victor, and reduced the speed at which they descended dramatically.
When they hit the ground, it was like a feather landing.
“What? What are you doing here?”
Storm crow cowered as the newcomer in the battlefield arrived.
Ray
looked upon Nate with slight confusion as he folded his hands together. He
listened to Red as he continued to drone on about how he got here.
“My story began aeons ago, way
before the founding of the Silvermyth Guild. On that fateful day in which the
path of both its founders and my own crossed, I lost everything that mattered
to me the most in this world. That day,on a travellers’ road located south
within ancient Mesopotamia, a vampire named Ray Silvermyth was captured by a
gang of bandits who attempted to mug him. That was, of course, until he was
saved shortly after by the very demon he would come to despise and oppose. Yes,
it wasn’t long before Storm Crow barged into the thieves’ hideout and
slaughtered most of its members mercilessly, finally feasting on the vanquished
female leader’s charred corpse. That woman, better known throughout ancient
history as the Red Bloom. My Red Bloom.”
-“That’s right, Ray. The woman
whose light was extinguished by Storm Crow’s brutal inhumanity all those
centuries ago, the very same person you didn’t even contemplate to spare with
your obsolete Silvermyth morality...was my wife.”-
"The one that tried to kill me because I wouldn't lend
her my outfit? I do remember her, and I didn't raise a hand against her. You're
lucky Yar didn't have his way with the whole lot of you."
Ray tightened his grip on his
blade as he deposited it across his lap, still hiding it from plain sight. Nate
merely smiled.
-“He he he, is that so? Well, no
matter, let’s continue.”-
“So, as I laid there, amidst the
ruins of the lair I once called my own, holding the tarnished remains of my
love between my arms, I swore in that very moment, that even if I had to sell
my soul to the devil, I would exact my revenge on those responsible of her
death. That, of course, includes me, the one who wasn’t strong enough to
protect what he held most dear. It was like that that after burying my wife and
comrades, I took control of all that what was left of the gang and assumed my
new position as leader. Soon enough, my resolve and thirst for venegeance
propelled the gang forward as more and more members joined our cause. Before I
knew it, I had a whole army at my disposal. It was in that moment that I
decided to rename the group. That, was the beginning of what you now know as
the Thieves’ Guild.”
-“That’s the very same guild your
little troupe of valiants battled back at Griffon’s Tail, Ray. I was the one
who spread the hint of Vega’s whereabouts amongst your ranks, and it was I who
also lured the demon itself into the guild.”-
"So you killed off your own
men for vengeance? Great, but you skipped over two centuries, what happened
during that?"
Ray
pointed his sword at Red,still keeping it conceiled, but hesitated to strike,
he had to cast a few spells on it first.
-“Patience,
darling. We still have some ways to go.”- replied Nate as he remained standing
on the opposite side of where Ray was sitting.
“Sadly, for as much influence and
power as I’d gained, I was never able to track down the two responsible for the
Red Bloom’s demise, and so, the years caught up to me on their natural course.
At age 44, I was killed during a raid on the ancient city of Memphis, my
remains buried deep under the sands for the next thousand years. Do you know
what it is like to exhale your last breath knowing that your life’s goal, the
only thing that kept you alive until then, will go on unfinished for the rest
of time? There was nothing but darkness surrounding me after my downfall, even
though I’ve heard from countless wisemen and ignorant fools that one’s soul
goes somewhere after death. I can tell you otherwise, Ray, that as soon as your
heart stops beating, there is nothing waiting for you on the other side, no
greater plane of existence, only solitude and ebony confinement.”
"Apparently you didn't go
entirely. After all, you are standing here before me." The guild lord
gestured with his hand as he said this, to which Nate chuckled.
“But as fate would have it, light
was shed into my world once more, almost a millenia later, as the Necromancer,
one of Vega’s many hosts as I’d come to learn time afterwards, brought me back
to life as one of his many minions. It was an improvement I must say, though
only my subconscious was left my own. Dreams of revenge and fulfillment is what
I had, yet my body and mind wouldn’t budge out of the Nercomancer’s control. It
was then that my own personal savior arrived, the young warrior known as Mull,
one of your Black Lieutenant still untinged by the Silvermyth Guild. Seeking
revenge for his beloved Isk’s apparent demise at the Necromancer’s hands, Mull
foiled his ambitions and in the process, freed me from a life of servitude.
After the battle had seen itself concluded, I crawled my way out of the
shambled ruins of the Necromancer’s hideout, desperately clinging to life, if
you can call it that. You see, Ray, without any lifeforce of their own to
sustain them, the rest of the Necromancer’s children perished as soon as their
master had found his bitter end. Yet, I had other plans, I had a purpose and a
mission to accomplish.”
-“So I must thank you, Ray, and
Storm Crow as well, for it was my unending hate for the both of you which kept
me alive, even against all odds. That, and this...”- remarked Red at the time
he pointed to the stitches on his chest.
"And that is?"
-“Well, you see, during the time
that I was dead, strong feelings and emotions like mine still haunted my
corpse’s final resting place, eating away at the essence of my very core. That,
along with the Necromancer’s curse, gave me...”-
Unstitching it a bit, Nate showed
Ray the true form of his apparent injury. Opening slightly was a mouth with
endless rows of fangs, much like a leech’s mouth.
-“With this, I am able to consume
a being’s own essence and lifeforce myself. By eating away at a creature’s
heart, brain, and body parts, I am able to absorb all of its knowledge, power,
and natural lifespan, being even able to replace my own lost limbs for spare
ones.”-
"That's ... special..." Ray had finished
casting the spell on his weapon. "So, you hope to take Yar's power by
eating me?"
Nate snickered cunningly as he
went on with his story.
“So, it was then that I decided to
continue my search for the two of you, consuming the knowledge and lives of
countless beings to preserve my own. Eventually, time caught up to me as many
centuries had already gone by, and, no matter how hard I looked or how many
lands I traversed, I was unable to even find the slightest clue to the
whereabouts the demon Storm Crow or the vampire Ray. That, is when Nate comes
into the picture. You see, poor Nate was never able to get over the news of his
beloved’s tragic end, and so, deciding to embrace hope over resignation, he
began his own journey to search for her. Unfortunately, he was unlucky enough
to cross paths with me. I must tell you, he proved to be a more than a worthy
adversary for me. Yet, he was no match for centuries of experience and
knowledge, and eventually, I consumed his heart and mind to make them my own.
Oh, how blissful I felt when I saw you in his memories, I couldn’t wait to get
back to the Guild and rip the very entrails which even now keep you alive. But,
upon pondering better on it, I decided it was still not time to do away with
you, for I still needed to find about Storm Crow’s own whereabouts. So, I decided
to play the role of a Silvermyth teacher a little longer, using your Guild’s
vast resources to my advantage. That’s how I was able to trace back my own
Guild and contact them. Believe me when I tell you, Ray, that even though it
was easy to assume the identity of one of your teachers, there were still some
complications on the way that could ruin everything. For example, I was sure
Nate’s father, Irvin, would recognize me upon close interaction. That’s why I
decided to used the grudge for what happened with Midori to cut off all contact
with the old man.”
"First,
Killrock reported to me that he saw you in Nate's explosion. I knew Nate had
something to do with you all the time and if that wasn't enough, that little
girl you trained with pretending you were Nate contacted Nayo. She was very
amused watching you fighting an illusory Nate. Your second mistake was assuming
that Yar is still inside me, and you see, he's not. I removed him from myself
and sealed his insanity away inside this blade."
Ray stood up and
thrusted the sword into the ground at Red's feet, leaving it there for his
inspection. The snake man eyed the blade briefly before turning his gaze up at
Ray again.
-"Hah,
indeed. When news about the rise of the Black Calamity reached the Guild, I
knew it was time to execute my plan, so I pinpointed the strongest of your
subordinates in the right direction. That way, defenses back here would be
limited, as everyone would be busy dealing with the demonic brotherhood. I
revealed myself to Killrock on purpose to let you know of my presence, and
since I knew Irvine was on to Nate because of Midori’s unexpected return, I
fixed a fight against an illusory Nate, knowing he was watching me closely from
the shadows of the training yard facilities. This resulted in the intervention
of Midori herself, which deviated the Omnimancer’s attention away from me.”-
"Then, I
guess I stand corrected... you made one mistake."
Ray's voice
sounded more feminine now. It was familiar, but clearly not Nayo.
"You
expected Ray to be a coward and stay here while his people fought the Black
Calamity, when in reality, Ray isn't here, and hasn't been here for a while
now."
Ray's movements
suddenly became more female-like as he laughed. It was then that Nate’s
expression lost all confidence and joy.
-“What...is
this...?”- he muttered in disbelief as the half angel’s blonde hair began to
elongate and turn from light ivory to jet black. Soon, a mix between Nate’s and
Red’s appearances was all that was left; a man with Nate’s buffed body build
and coat, along with Red’s skin tone, eyes, and hair. Also, he was wearing no
shirt under the long navy blue coat, just a pair of obscured pants and maroon
boots. The stitches on his chest were visible.
-“Who are
you?!”- he shrieked at the time he clenched his face in frustration, peeking at
the fake Ray through an opening between two of his fingers.
The false Ray's smile vanished as he pushed his
fingers into his chin and then ripped off his face to toss it aside, revealing
his character's true identity...
...Isk.
"Being a transvestite is fun,
I can see why you enjoy it so much."
She swiftly opened up a drawer and
pulled out an intercom.
"Ya get all that Ray?"
"Yes, I'm glad I left when I
did. “
The intercom boomed as Isk then
dropped it onto the desk, walking over to the sword she’d nailed into the
ground.
...
-“He...he he...HA HA HA HA HA HA
HA!!!”-
...
As if having lost his mind
completely, Red bursted into maniacal laughter as he slammed himself against
several objects around Ray’s office, his wife’s portrait included, which then
fell and shattered upon impact with the ground..
-“YOU MISERABLE ***!!!”- he
yelled out in desperate anger at the time he withdrew Nate’s dice broadsword
and swung it to fire several thin waves of razor-sharp energy at her.
Isk snatched up Ray’s apparent
sword as it then turned into her spear, which she placed on her back to deflect
Red's reckless attack.
“Guess we can play a bit longer…”
“I’d like to fight him alone…”
Ray landed in the sand, not ten
feet from the demon’s position. “Hello old friend, it’s been awhile.”
“what the hell are you doing here!? I’ve gotta finish up with Vic
first, I owe him something, he took everything away from me…”
“…And I gave it all back to you
and more! You had a position, you where in a powerful guild, and you still wanted
more! You even killed my wife! Do you remember that? The only score left to settle
is between you and me!”
Storm crow, feel fear? why did an indestructible
warrior fear Ray?
“Ya know, it’s not fair! You send
your men in to weaken me, then act all macho and have Yar give the final blow.”
“Yar you say? He isn’t going to finish
you off, you’re my demon, and I will deal with you.”
“heh…”
Storm crow stood up and straightened
his posture.
“Alright Ray, I’ll let you sleep
by your woman’s side… for the rest of eternity!”
As the demon approached, a figure
that looked identical to ray materialized beside him. but only Ray could see
this person. His eyes where forced shut, and he had a huge grin on.
“You should let me murder him.” he
spoke in a British sort of accent. “He’s still too strong for you.”
“when have we ever agreed Yar?
From who we kill to the style of shoelace we always disagreed.”
The doppelganger’s eyes popped
open, revealing he had none.
“Well then, you go play along with
your friend, I’ll be here for your convenience when your ready to give up!”
Yar vanished into thin air as Ray
lifted up his sword and dashed over to Storm crow in a single bound. His hair
fluttered lightly as he struck the demon’s hooks, forcing him into a deadlock,
throwing sparks off either side.
“We aren’t so different Ray, we
both seek revenge.”
“But I also seek cleansing…”
The vampire delivered a kick to
the storm crow’s chest, throwing him into a spin as he tumbled across the
desert. Ray wasted no time in attacking
his foe while he was vulnerable. His sword sunk into his back as he tumbled,
causing a laceration that went all the way around the demon, creating a trail
of black blood wherever he rolled. but, that didn’t slow him down.
“Wooh, I forgot the power in those
limbs.”
Getting up, Storm crow back handed
Ray with one of his hooks, the force could break a normal human’s jaw, but the
vampire got away lucky with a spray of blood. The demon wasn’t done however, he
then followed it up with a barrage of punches that quickly put the guild lord
on defense. If he could knock that sword out of his hands, he would be
powerless in the sunlight! But even with all 4 arms going, the demon still
couldn’t penetrate Ray’s defenses.
“I’m rather disappointed with the
great son of calamity. No wonder you couldn’t beat Yar…”
Ray smiled as a droplet of blood
ran down his chin.
“grrrrAAHHHHH!”
Just as Storm crow prepared to
converge all of his fists onto Ray at once, the vampire quickly took to the
skies, hurling down a rain of daggers created from his telekinetic energy. each
one embedding itself deep within Storm crow’s chest, pushing there jagged tips
(and some of his own blood) out of his back. the demon ignored the pain and
took to the skies after him, yanking the daggers threw his back. his flight was
significantly slower after having his stone wings melted the way they where.
The demon retorted by launching lightning bolts back at Ray. As fast as the
vampire was, he couldn’t dodge a lightning bolt, and was scorched by the blows.
Both warriors fell from the sky, the guild lord from pain, the demon from exhaustion.
*Slam *
“Uhhh…”
the old friends stumbled to there
feet and started attacking each other again. They where now both bound to
earth. There was no way Storm crow’s
wings would allow a second flight, and ray was just too rusty. He had gone centuries
without fighting, and he wasn’t prepared for most of the attacks that where
hurled at him, so he took more damage from them. not to mention the sun was
starting to take it’s toll on the vampire. The power in the sword could only
hold out for so long…
using some quick thinking, Ray
hurled sand into Storm crow’s face telekinetically and impaled his chest with his
sword. Less blood was coming out, a sign he was almost out. But he didn’t stop
moving, it was like he said, he was unstoppable…
Storm crow charged up his fists and launched a wave of
electricity at his opponent. It arced as it moved in on Ray. But the vampire
easily leaped over the blast and behind the demon.
*Splat*
Ray’s sword entered the demon’s
back. Once again Storm crow didn’t seem effected by the attack. His body was
full of holes now, and one more didn’t seem to make a bit of difference. “Ray,
if your going to hurt me, do it right!” Just like with Victor, Storm crow
pulled the entire sword threw himself. The sword left Ray’s hands at that
instant. It was then the vampire realized how helpless he was under the sun
without his fabled sword. His weakness to the light shined as bright as the sun
did.
“Ha Ha… IS THAT ALL, MASTER!?”
Storm crow kicked Ray onto his back . He then dropped the blood
covered blade inches away from Ray’s hand. “I guess that’s all you ever where,
just an old crypt lord that couldn’t take the heat. You blame me for your
wife’s death? You shouldn’t have entrusted her anything, she would have never
died had you given me the rights to your studies… any last words before I crush
your little head?”
Wincing in pain, Ray replied:
“I entrusted you with a life…”
Ray used his telekinesis to pull
the sword into his hand. He then promptly drove his fist threw the demon’s
chest.
“Now I’m taking it back.”
Ripping his fist from Storm crow’s
chest, Ray revealed he had the demon’s shard of the black calamity. It was the
only thing keeping him alive. The storm
demon held his hand out, as if trying to grab it back, but only managed to fall
over on his side.
He laid completely still.
He was dead.
“finally…”
Ray staggered over to Gail, Victor,
Kiyo, Killrock, and the president. “I’m sorry, I should have been here the
entire time. This is just as much my fight as it is yours. Perhaps if I had
come sooner more of you would have lived…”
“We can’t change the past boss, at
least you came when you did.”
“I learned that two thousand ye