Crystal
Sword FFO Survivor:
Ghaleon
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The self-made god - complete with SSSC
spoilers
Ghaleon and Vante stood
in an empty room.
Or rather, it wasn't a room. Just a
black void. Not even black, really. The color of nothingness,
which those who have not seen it cannot
comprehend.
Ghaleon was dressed in the long cape with
its ornate shoulderpieces and black bodysuit of the Magic
Emperor (OOC: his final costume in SSSC). Garments befitting a
human god.
"So, Ghaleon, you finally submit. Prepare
for your journey to hell."
And then, as much as a
shapeless, formless entity can grin wickedly, he
did.
Ghaleon just smiled.
"You think you have
won, do you, Vante? Well, you almost did. Because I had
forgotten how powerful I am. I am Magic Emperor Ghaleon! The
most powerful mage in the land of Lunar! I have the power to
make goddesses bow before me! You are nothing."
"You
lost to a puny group of humans. Don't make me
laugh."
"But you are not human, are you? Humans
have a power that you cannot conceive. I have a power
that humans cannot conceive. You are no longer my worst
nightmare, Vante. I am yours."
"And how do you hope
to defeat me, Ghaleon? In the physical world, where humans
have some small power, you could not win. Here, in the plane
of souls, all the power belongs to me. You have
none."
Ghaleon smiled even more broadly. "That is
what I am counting on."
And proceeded to stand there,
smiling, with his hands outstretched.
Vante began to
frown.
"What... what is this? What are you doing to
me...?"
"You have all the power in this realm.
Thus, by simple osmosis, your power will drain into me until
there is balance."
Vante was frowning more
now.
"But how...? This has never happened before!
How can it now?!"
"Simple, you cretin. This is a
realm of pure thought and concept. Thus, the strongest mind in
it has the power to shape it, even if that mind has no power
of action within the realm. My mind is far superior to yours,
and thus I am shaping the realm to my own whims."
Vante
was clearly suffering, now, as Ghaleon began to shine
brightly.
"You... bastard! But by your own rules,
you can't take more than half of my power."
"That
is all I will need. Because, you see, I sense that you are
being attacked in the real world. So. Take your pick. Shift
some of your resources to confront that attack, and leave
yourself vulnerable to me, or confront me with all your might
and lose in the plane of existence. Or, you can surrender now,
knowing you have lost. It is up to you."
"DAMN YOU,
GHALEON!"
"It is a bit late for that, I
think."
Vante was clearly weakening, as Lenneth pressed
her attack and as Ghaleon continued to absorb Vante's dark
energy.
Dark... energy. And then Vante realized
Ghaleon's one weakness.
"Heh. You can't win,
Ghaleon. Even if you destroy me. That power you seize is the
power of death, of corruption. Even if I am gone, it will
corrupt your soul."
"I am afraid not, Vante. You
see, I have one more advantage over you, that if you had any
sense, you would have thought of. I have the wishes and the
prayers of humans and gods alike. They have a divine power
that no dark force has ever diminished or extinguished. And
they are more than enough to cleanse this dark power and make
it the power of life.
I am onto your tricks, Vante. You
draw life from humans and use it against them, as you did with
my companion... my friend. Now, I use your very death energy
to seal your own fate."
And thus saying, Ghaleon
unleashed some of that power against Vante, who fell stricken
and vanished, escaping this encounter and throwing what little
resources he had left into his battle with Lenneth, though his
power had been so sapped as to reduce him to the level of a
minor god.
Ghaleon, meanwhile, raised his arms and
called out:
"By the wishes of the people, I undo all
that has been done to history by my demise. I avenge my
friend, Izlude. I transform the darkness into light.
Revive!"
And slowly, Ghaleon
stood up on the snowy field and watched with satisfaction as
the Dragons reappeared, Lucia reemerged from Zophar and the
abomination shrunk somewhat. And then turned and silently sent
his wishes to Lenneth, who now battled to destroy Vante once
and for all.
And as the cold set in, he for once was
glad of it, as it made him realize that he was once again
alive.
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OOC: Damn, that was fun
to write!
Over to you, Lenneth. Or whoever's fighting
him now. Beat that bastard good!
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Arts of War Team: Ghaleon (Crystal Sword),
Daigohji (Ronfar), Izlude (Izlude)
Last edited by Crystal Sword on
08-10-2001 at 06:57 AM |