The God of Death



	�The God of Death� Vain sits on the black throne as sole ruler of Mora, in the throne room of the Dark Castle. Vatar standing to his right, dark and evil clerics standing around in groups, silence fills over the Erie darkness that fights off candlelight dancing on the walls. Vatar looks to Vain to spot how his eyes progressively lighten, slowly turning green. - Vain - � How many gladiators reside in the south of my continent? � - Vatar - � About one hundred and fifty, your excellency. Half of them are still in training. � �Vain�s eyes finalize a bright green glow to his bad intentions� - Vatar - � Your eyes are green, your Excellency. Need I ask, what needs to be done? � �Vain turns his eyes to Vatar, to reveal a look of agitation� . o O (I�ll take that as a �No�) O o . - Vain - � I will be back before night falls � - Vatar - � Yes, your Excellency. � Vain closes his eyes and concentrates on giving his mind a visual from his memory, of being in the gladiator�s pit during his battle with Roland. Pin pointing that destination, feeling like he �needs to kill something� right now. A green glowing aura fills over the body of Vain and he disappears from Vatar�s sight. �Vatar blinks compassionately while thinking to himself, lost in his thoughts� . o O (Nightfall is only but an hour from now) O o . �Teleporting to Oujou, specifically to the gladiator�s pit where he fought Roland... . o O (�Fuckin� Perfect�) O o . The crowd�s response is overwhelming upon first sight of �Lord Vain�. Remembering the appearance Vain had made to free-willingly do battle with the all mighty Roland. Vain stands there across the sand death pit, from the next uprising slave that�s trying to win his freedom. Tilting his head to look at the gladiator as he impales a helpless slave with his large halberd. Vain intakes a deep breathe of uncontrollable rage that�s unshackling. Vain�s eyes fill a blood color and an unnatural smile slowly forms to his jaw line. His cheeks pressing up, till the point where his fangs start showing. The approaching gladiator with the equipped halberd tightly secured within� his hands, gets speed in his advance toward Vain, looking at him as yet another opponent to kill for his freedom. Vain arches his back, spreads his fingers and opens his hands. Closing his eyes, he releases a loud ear ravishing war cry of rage that he�s setting free from his cold spirit. - Champion Gladiator - � Oh�shit�� The gladiator comes to a dead stop, holding the halberd now defensively as the gates open and nearly every active gladiator comes to the sand. Circling around Vain and they�re new reigning champion after Roland�s time. Vain is apparently, a wanted man in the books of this city. Vain looks around�trying to decide which one to kill first as they cut of all escape routes in a perimeter around them. - Champion Gladiator - � Have no fear�my people! I shall protect you from this �monster�! � - Vain - � Who are you calling a �monster�!? You piece of shit!!! � The courageous gladiator champion of the Oujou people charges Vain. Vain waits for him to get closer, closer and closer until he gets close enough to swing his halberd at Vain�s throat. The axe end of the long staff like shaft comes into his zone Vain smirks at the gladiator and raises his right hand up to grabbing the shaft inches from where the blade is. Pulling the weapon and the gladiator along with it. . o O (hmmph�He�s weaker than Roland was, some �CHAMPION� you are) O o . The gladiator face plants into the sand five feet behind Vain and the people that occupy every seat in the coliseum cheer. Vain look�s around at all the rest of the gladiators as their champion rises to his feet and attempts to swing at the back of Vain. Vain spins around and steps in toward the wide swinging gladiator. The gladiator is taken by his speed. Thrusting his knuckles through the teeth of this human, Vain puts his left hand through the champion�s teeth, punching deep into the back of his mouth and clear out the back of his head. Pulling his fist from the gladiator�s head as the body drops, the crowd cheers in excitement. Clapping in an uproar as fifty more gladiators come out to further surround him. - Vain - ��You�re�all�going�to�DIE�here�� Vain says to a hundred gladiator�s closing in on his position in the center of this large sand based coliseum. The first charges in to swing a sword at him, Vain steps back and out of the sword�s range, then steps forward to pressing his ring and middle fingers into the first attacking gladiator�s mouth, and sinking his thumbnail up into his bottom jaw, pulling and ripping his bottom jaw right from his head. The gladiator hits the sand and rolls in pain, bleeding profusely with his tongue touching his breast plated armor. The second tries to stab him with a spear, but Vain�s speed and power grabs onto the spear and flings the second gladiator into the third, knocking them both to the sand. Vain leaps into their direction and comes down, driving the spear down through both of their bodies and sticking it into the sand beneath them, leaving it there. - Vain - � Stick around�I might get back to punishing you two later JUST for being ugly! � Another sword comes flailing with a gusting swoosh past his face as he arches his back into limbo. Letting his back hit the sand, he kicks at the left knee of the fourth gladiator, breaking the human�s right knee cap in the result of a fracture where the guy�s bone comes popping up and out of his skin. The fourth gladiator falls to the sand in a screaming fit of pain before Vain rolls twice, then drives his heel down into the 4th�s throat. - Vain - � You don�t need that trachea anymore�heh heh heh�� The fifth, sixth, seventh, eighth, ninth and tenth all attack him at once, from every which angle. Forcing Vain to frown upon them, but at the same time�smile. Vain sidesteps a spear and also out of range of an attacking sword, then he grabs the wrist to a large gladiator wielding a battle axe, kicking him in the balls and taking the battle axe from his grasp when he�s on his knee�s, to removing his head with one powerful horizontal swing. After decapitating # 10, he cuts clean through the rib cage of the 9th and ends up sinking the axe, embedding it into the chest of the 8th before his solid motion comes to an end. Vain pulls the axe out of the chest of the 8th gladiator, as the attacking sword from the 7th gladiator �clings� off his armor. Glaring his attention to the 7th gladiator before leaping into the air and coming down, cutting the gladiator in half from head to groin. Blood everywhere as the remaining ninety gladiators attack in much larger groups�of 20. . o O (Heh�Roland�s going to be pissed once he finds out I didn�t include him.) O o . Vain then throws the Axe in a hurling motion toward one of the approaching groups of 20, taking out the 11th and 12th gladiators with it before it sinks into the chest of the 13th and drives him to the sand on his back, also�dead. The 6th Gladiator stabs his spear at Vain again, only for Vain to sidestep and swing a chop with his right hand aiming for his throat. Pinching his windpipe shut with such force of attack, the 6th�s back plants to the sand after his feet have been lifted beneath gravity�s pull due to the power of Vain. The fifth gladiator wisely runs away, but Vain gives chance. Leaping onto his back from ten feet away, taking him to the sand on his stomach. Vain bites the gladiator�s throat, ripping chunks of his flesh from his throat as his blood drains to the sand. Vain spits the chunk of the 5th gladiator�s neck out of his mouth, then grins over at the other gladiators whom hesitate before attacking him. Vain raises a hand a starts mumbling enchantments. - 14th Gladiator - � COME ON!!! WE CAN TAKE HIM!!! � �Vain pauses and turns a dumb-founded expression toward the 14th Gladiator� The 14th followed by 16 through 58 all surround Vain and all at once, they attack. Vain�s eyes glow a brighter red as he finishes his enchantment. Raising his other arm, palms facing upward. He nullifies the gravity around him and since he�s in an invincible state. - Vain - � You!? TAKE ME!? Who the hell do you THINK you are!? That�s IT Bitch�! � The perimeter around him grows larger as he grows angrier. Lifting the gladiator�s by the dozens up into the air, afloat above his head where they�re suspended in air, left defenseless and stricken with confusion along with a hint of fear. �Leaping up into the air and unsheathing his Masamune� - Vain - � DIE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! � Vain impales two of them, kicks off of the closest one and darts to the gladiators that were behind him. Cutting through seven more of them with his Masamune, the crowd witnesses the massacre of their best performing gladiators� where the severed body parts along with the blood that remains suspended in the nullified gravitational pull that he�s focused on. His power only growing stronger� Pushing off another gladiator and across to another group of twenty of them. Yelling in rage as he decimates with every swing of his Masamune, arms, legs, ankles, shins, blood, intestines, bone particles, severed plates of armor and damaged weapons that were used in defense, all adrift. Until Vain allows the gravity around himself to intensify, till his feet press down into the sand once more�sheathing his Masamune as three more flanks of the Gladiator�s approach, a few lifting from their feet due to the lack of gravity. - Vain - � You worthless bastards don�t deserve to breathe the same air as I � Bringing his hands back up again, to even lesser nullify the gravity to entrap those whom were daring enough to get close enough to where thousands of body parts remain suspended in the air. The blood in liquid form, attaching to the fresh gladiator�s that got close enough to get pulled up into the mess of blood and gore, above. Covering them as Vain frowns, then turns his hands so his palms are facing downward. Yelling in a fit of rage, Vain turns the nullification of gravity to ten times the normal pull of it�s actual nature. It pours blood and limbs, the armor and dismantled weapons falling to the sand atop of the fresh gladiator�s�twenty more�crushed beneath the weight of the world pulling down on their shoulders. Screams of mercy coming from gladiator�s 40 through 70 as they�re bodies get pressed into the sand, to suffocate in the sand. . o O (Only thirty more to go�? Damn it! This sucks! I�m almost out of gladiators!) O o . During the crushing of their bones�Vain intensifies the gravity further more as blood starts filling the sand all around his standing location. Turning the sand into dark red mud. Vain releases all gravitational pulls, then spots the thirty or so more gladiator�s that stand off in one direction, no longer surrounding him anymore. Vain leaps onto the mounds of human parts and armor, from mound to mound before leaping out and upward. Jumping a total distance of precisely fifteen yards in a single bounding step. To�where he comes down�unsheathing his Masamune again, twisting it around so that the tip of the blade is facing downward�to driving it down through the 71st gladiator�s chest and out his lower back. The 71st gladiator wails in pain as blood spurts from his entrance and exit wounds. Vain releases the sword�s hilt upon his feet touching base with the sand, leaving the gladiator to die on his feet, held up only by his sword. - Vain - � Too bad you can�t serve me, oh well! You�re easy to replace. � The 72nd gladiator approaches, along with the 73rd and 74th. Swinging a spiked ball & chain malice around in the air over his head as the other two draw swords during their hesitant approach toward him. Vain looks to the large gladiator with the weapon that reminds him of Roland, the face of Roland flashes in Vain�s mind and it starts calming Vain down, now realizing that he�s losing his patience the way Roland always does, now�finally understanding where Roland is coming from as he stares at the remaining thirty gladiator�s, still�standing without a scratch to proof of this battle. . o O (This one must have watched Roland, growing up) O o . The spiked ball comes soaring at him but Vain dodges by leaping up into the air and over the horizontally swung massive weapon of destruction. Reaching up over his shoulder and grabbing a hold of the double-headed battle axe that he shares with Vatar, releasing it from it�s embracement, he comes down�hacking it into the shoulder/neck region of the 73rd gladiator, going to the sand with him before ripping it from being buried in his upper-body. Standing, twisting and swinging to take a thick chunk out of the 74th gladiator�s torso. The blood continues to fly�the organs spill from the corpses and into the sand. Today�the God of Death�has brought forth judgment to Oujou�s way of life. Throwing his double-headed battleaxe horizontally and very powerfully at the bunched up group of gladiator�s that almost cower from catching such a horrific sight of all they�re loved ones at his feet. - Vain - � TODAY�THE GOD OF DEATH�SHALL PUNISH YOU FOR YOUR SINS!!! � With a grunt, he puts all of his strength to chuck the double-headed battleaxe at and through five gladiators like a torrent of twisting metal. Slicing through those whom tried to use their weapons to block it, and those behind them�whom didn�t get enough reaction time to get out of it�s deadly path. Going through the 80th gladiators� right arm like a hot knife through butter, to ending up sunk half way through his ribcage. The 80th gladiator hits the sand, his life spewing from his severed wound where his arm used to be. The 20 remaining gladiators charge Vain all at once. Grinning an insane type of sadistic expression, Vain reaches over and grabs the hilt to his Masamune that�s still holding up that gladiator�s body�pulling it from his corpse, allowing it to plummet to the sand. Blood slowly rolling down and off of his sword that he holds aside for a moment. Analyzing the battlefield and admiring all of the death he�s brought forth on this day. Waiting for rest of Oujou�s best gladiator�s to get within� his attacking range. - Vain - � You dare�raise you�re weapons to the God of DEATH!? � The bloodthirsty crowd, getting a good show for their gold tonight. Watches, in anticipation as the remaining twenty gladiators come sliding to a halt, to spot how Vain�s hair starts lifting due to his power progressing even further more due to the way he�s been given the lack of respect here today in the Oujou coliseum. Vain releases another war cry of rage, then takes off in a dash of blinding speed toward the gladiators. - 81st Gladiator - � HE KILLED OUR LOVED ONES�DESTROY HIM!!! � A small number of the bloodthirsty citizens of Oujou watch in horror as Vain readies his Masamune to an approaching group of twenty gladiators. With that grin, that only explains that this entire time�destroying lives and corrupting families has brought forth a great amount of entertainment for him, exceeding his expectations. Vain drops to the sand and does a baseball type of slide underneath another battleaxe that comes flying past him from gladiator # 82, and he blasts blood out of the 81st gladiator�s knee�s, severing both of his legs at the knee�s, to leave him face down in the sand, screaming in pain�bleeding to death. It would be a moment to make Roland proud. - Vain - �I don�t know if you would be luckier if I sent Roland, instead�?� Vain slides back up to his feet, turns and clashes a sword from gladiator # 83, before spinning around to facing away from that very man, to apply more pulling pressure to drive his Masamune backward, into�and completely through the man�s body, impaling him with such great force�it sends blood splashing all over the 82nd gladiator with the battleaxe. Vain turns, tearing the sword from the human�s body�to swing at a diagonal angle. Aiming for the 82nd gladiator�s sternum. Connecting, gashing him wide open. Smiling like a bloodthirsty lunatic craving the scent of blood, Vain stands upright, twists the Masamune around in the air over his head, then stabbing it down into the spine of the 81st, making him scream in pain and paralyzing him to suffer the painful way to go such as bleeding to death. Vain spares him the last few moments of his life, to turn and swing at another gladiator, too fast for the 84th to even block. Taking his head clean off. - Vain - ��Regardless�People of Oujou�shall never forget this day�� Right when he was starting to calm down, Vain decides to suppress his rage, purposely keeping himself calm so that he doesn�t destroy this entire city, that would only bring his servants more of a mess to clean up afterwards. Figuring that the last sixteen gladiators� can be an asset to his Nemesis clan, sheathing his Masamune, he takes a few steps to his right�grabbing the handle of Vatar�s double-headed battleaxe, yanking it from it's embediment deep within' that gladiator's armor and body. . o O (Idiots. Not one of them was equipped with a shield.) O o . Watching as the last sixteen gladiators run back to the gates that they�ve all come from and away from him, fleeing for their own lives. Vain�s eyes start turning from blood red to bright green again. Figuring that he needs to get back to Mora so he can send Roland back here to discard of the last sixteen whenever he�s done �toying� with the king of the Golden City. Back in Mora, down in the dungeons of the Dark Castle. Vain closes his eyes, now that he�s gotten all of that rage out of him. Feeling much better now. Vain�s body envelops into a green glowing aura before he shines bright and disappears before all of the bloodthirsty citizens of Oujou. Concentrating on getting back to Mora. �Lord Vain�

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