DUKE FANG - GODS ATEMPORAL

"SEATED IN MY THRONE, I'LL WATCH THE UNIVERSE SWAY INTO OBLIVION. TO ME, EVERY APOCALYPSE IS NOW A LEISURE."

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PHASE ONE

That man in a black and hooded cloak emerged from the darkness of this eerie tower, a horsewhip in hand with its lash placed on the second and the sound of his tapping boots echoing on this hallway all was dead silent, until...

"Show yourselves", the man ordered.

No reply came.

"I expected this", he said to himself, "you wouldn't come out unless you all are provoked and, I know just what to do."

The whip disappeared from his hands and in its place was a bouquet of grey flowers, which faded into ash as the man lifted it to the air. The ash spread across the room and those eerie screeches were heard.

"I know you can't resist it", the man said, "now come out !" He ordered.

They emerged from the darkness, their black scales steaming of fiery veins and their eyes blazing blood red, wolves with wings, they were known as Waregoyles.

"Set of bastards", the man intoned, "you really are hard to deal with, why make it difficult for me by wasting my precious roses."

The Waregoyles howled in anger, they had been irritated by those ashes, this was one of the things which weakened them - the roses of Ercol. Unable to contain their rage, they charged at the man who stood still at the spot, not moving an inch - why would he ? When he was Lord Raven.

The horsewhip took form in his hands again, lashing at the air it ignited itself into flames. That flash of lightning transformed the tower into a sea of white and in that instant, the mask of the man came to light, half was painted black while the other white.

"It's been a long time since when I dealt with the likes of you", the man said, his whip lashing at the air like a live snake, "why don't I deal with you first."

His being frayed through the distance as he charged at the group of Waregoyles whose eyes were ablaze and glowing red, they were enraged at the one who had dared invade their territory adding to that the roses of Ercol had its own effects too.

"Why don't you all just stay out of my way", the man said, his whip lashing at the first making the waregoyle explode into a mass of flames, howling and growling it could do nothing but roll on the ground as it was consumed by the flames of the whip.

"It's not over yet", the man said as his being frayed through the distance, the flashes of lightning engulfing this chamber in its apocalyptic white.

PHASE TWO

The last waregoyle fell to the ground as it rolled on the floor its hide burning with flames and soon it faded to ash.

"Well, well, well",the man yawned, "was that all ? But I did learn something new today, never give a waregoyle an Elcon rose", the man exploded into an insane fit of laughter, "I already knew that alright, but it was worth laughing over even though it wasn't funny."

Moving around the bones of the waregoyles, that red line trailed his steps and his cyclical motion made a certain pattern of geometric shapes with a pentagram at its core.

"It still exists", the man mused, "even though it is now a myth, well I am a myth myself." The man exploded into another fit of insane laughter accompanied by the booming thunder and flashing lightning. He was the darkness that lurked at this hour.

"Let's just get this over with, I really don't have time to waste."

Saying this, that portal rose from the formation which had appeared, shooting to the dark sky, it rivalled with the lightning itself engulfing the skies with its bloody red.

"The Decagon cores sure know how to keep track of the Valtur, but", stepping Into the formation, "they can't rival this vampire."

***

"ALL HAIL LORD RAVEN !", the members of the Dark Blade rose as the man in that dark cloak took his seat at the head of the table.

Staring straight ahead, not minding their presence, lord Raven said as though he was speaking into nothingness.

"We simply can't reverse the Orcan winds of Phelmur, with the Sage Majors still at their peak", Lord Raven said, "But I have had enough of their games", placing his hands on his chin, "six centuries of alternating time of the dark era is still untouched and only a decade has been harnessed, time really is an illusion."

***

Seated around that tree who's every branch was tied to a dangling cube bearing pentagrams, these women were immersed in their thoughts as they scanned through the winds of Phelmur.

"Who is capable of causing such a rift ?" Sage Major Maya wondered aloud.

"Could it be Morca Olan ?" Sage Major Cama suggest as she played with her hair.

"I don't think so" the woman at the head of the table differed, "Even Morca Olan can't rival the intricacies of the Erama." Arch Sage Varna said.

"Then the one who must be doing this is more powerful than Morca," Sage Major Telma, the fifth sage suggested.

"Even Olana isn't worthy of being this unknown being's rival."

Walking in, the maid slowly took the cups from the women's hands, and the only thought in her mind apart from their discussion was.

"I have to tell master Morca about this."

PHASE THREE

"The Balkyres have really expanded over the centuries", the guard to the vampire prince, Mernon Vantila said as he stared at one of the Balkyres mansions through the window of their moving chariot.

"The only thing that bothers me", prince Magrez said, "is about the fate of the youngest son of duke Balkyre."

"You mean the fourth ?", Mernon asked.

"You know too well Mernon", the prince confirmed, taking a sip from his glass of wine, "who else will it be if it's isn't Balkyre Fang ?"

***

His burning whip cut through their hides as he made his way through that army of vampires and werewolves, they were his kind weren't they ? But why was he killing them ? Did it matter ? They were standing in his way, and that alone was enough reason for their deaths - to stand in the way of Lord Raven, such a sin had only one atonement - death.

The flashing lightning set the skies ablaze in its white flames and the blue moon was a pearl that shone of rays of innocence and ... what ! The moon smiled, a devilish one, a serpent like tongue lashing through it's lips, innocence ? What a mockery, these were the nether realms, there was no innocence apart from blood.

***

"The youngest has come to realize that he is no match when compared to his siblings." Mernon said without any form of concern, why would he care over the power struggle of a vampire family that had nothing to do with neither him nor his lineage.

"Indeed", prince Magrez sighed, "it really is painful to be seen as the underdog, in a world where power and wealth are supreme, there is nothing left for the weak to do but hide."

"WEAK MY FOOT !", Prince Magrez thoughts yelled, "THAT'S WHAT YOU ALL THINK. BUT AMONG THE FOUR HEIRS TO THE TITLE OF DUKEDOM, BALKYRE FANG MIGHT BE THE STRONGEST."

***

Walking over the lifeless bodies of vampires and werewolves, his boots squeezing out blood from their cold flesh, playing with the whip in his hands, he lashed at the skies which resonated with a boom of thunder and a flash of lightning.

"Indeed I am the strongest !", Lord Raven roared to the skies.