Seth Reaper: Rebirth [UPDATED PREVIEW]

[Zeth Zatachi]

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[Zeth Zatachi]

Chapter One


Two men were standing face to face in an empty white space. They were about 20 feet apart from one another. One looked as if he was completely calm. He had a thick yet slender build with a dark blue hair color. He was wearing a heavy set blue jacket that consisted of black straps and an opening from his belly button down, his pants were black and baggy, along with a large number of accessories ranging from skull rings to cross necklaces hang from some of the straps on his shirt.
The other man didn't look as calm hence the daggers he held tightly in his hands. He was a pale white color almost blending into their surroundings. Though he looked younger than the other man as he looked like an 18 year old and the other man about 25 or 27. He had black hair, a white formal undershirt, and black dress pants that matched his shoes the daggers were silver and blood stained.
After a short silence the blue haired man grinned and spoke in a clear manly voice, “ Vertenta, You have something of which I wish to acquire and I am sure you know what I am speaking of.” The white haired man who was called Vertenta then spoke in a crystal voice of one you would picture angels having, “I have been around since the first generation of man, you have only been here since the second Fate. You are still young in my eyes and what you’re doing is against the Shinigami laws. I will take the project papers you have collected and destroy it, if you leave the matter now and be gone from this place I will never tell the other members of the order of what you did.” The blue haired man who was named as Fate nodded while a slant grin came about his face, “Vertenta this will be the day you die. No one. No one stands in my ways, for my goals will be the end of the third generation of man.” He looked up so his dark blue eyes were then visible as they glared at Vertenta with great sorrow for what he was about to do, “I thought you were my friend to the end.”
Within seconds Vertenta was in front of Fate with the silver daggers as he twisted his body into a twirl spinning the blades at Fate's throat. His moves were smooth, fast, and graceful. The daggers themselves were sharp enough to cut throw a crystal if needed. Fate leaned back as the blades missed by two inches, as he leaned back he glared into the clear hues of Vertenta which showed him the emptiness that was the soul of a original Shinigami. As he leaned his body forward again a sphere of blue formed in his right hand, it was one of his most powerful moves which was known to destroy mountains with one simple push of its power. Going from under Vertenta's arms, which were still pulling back from his previous attack, he swung his hand at the man's stomach while pushing himself under and behind him from under Vertenta's left arm. The blue sphere connected causing combustion of three internal organs; Vertenta looked forward into the empty abyss in this realm unknown to most. He knew this was the end for him, Fate had won and the destruction of the mortal world known as Earth was now unstoppable or was it?
In a last minute resort Vertenta closed his eyes as he coughed up some blood, “Fate, you have proven yourself a great Shinigami yet at the same time you have proven yourself-” he was cut-off as he coughed up a little more blood before continuing, “to be a fool. I have to say I am disappointed in you yet proud at the same time. Guess you will soon be creating the end of the third generation before it must?” He was getting close to death but was fighting in order to stale and maybe change Fate's mind before it was too late.
“Haha, You really think you can change my mind do you old friend? Can't you see this is going to happen, it has to now, I have murdered one of the oldest Shinigami of Earth.” Fate tilted his head slightly as he spoke thinking of what was going to come to the rest of the Shinigami race. “I am doing this not to destroy our kind but to destroy humanity and this sad sad world.” Vertenta laughed slightly at that last statement, “Fate you will not destroy this world as it has already been seen, What you create will not give you power yet it will, yet at the same time you will be weak and useless in all ways possible for it shall be the destroyer of this world as well the minion to a female Lucifer.” He laughs thinking back to the stone in his study, “You will pay for this Fate and I don't mean as in the fact you will be shunned from your own kin but as in the time you will serve in a realm not yet created yet at the same time you will create it. You will have made your own downfall and all of that could have been avoided if you have listened to me in the beginning for you see, it’s time for you to set things into motion and it seems you have been named after the one thing I thought I could stop. Fate.”
Fate listened closely to him taking in each word and not truly realizing the meaning behind it, “You know not of what you speak, I shall not create my downfall haha and what does a Lucifer have to do with any of my plans? Haha you are just trying to scare me yet you can't so good bye. I will meet you on the other side maybe one day, that is, if there is another side.” He pulled his hand away and around from Vertenta as the male's body dropped to the ground and started to stiffen as his eyes rolled back. Vertenta's last sight was that of a vision, a vision of a brown haired boy wielding a katana casting the Earth into a complete darkness.
The white all around Fate was turning to color now as he was in Vertenta's study as his now past friend's body was left behind in that other world. The study was large, about the size of a two story mansion yet one story and all but one of the four walls was lined with book shelves, on the wall across from the non-bookshelf wall stood a door within the bookcase itself, this was a door back to the mortal world yet Fate was not heading there yet. The rest of the room was empty just the three extremely large bookshelves full of books at Vertenta himself wrote. About more than three million books at that. The wall without books held nothing but a plain white wall, this was his wall of secrets, the wall in which he hid his visions and other information he needed to keep from others.
He walked up to the wall and closed his eyes before thinking of his current work. First came up in his head mental pictures of papers he was doing his work on before Vertenta stole it, next came something he didn't expect. It was a prophecy. He opened his eyes to find on the walls were his papers and burned into the wall's paint was the prophecy. Fate examined it over for a while thinking about the meaning behind the words.

Thee world will soon come to an end as the sin of a Shinigami is created shall thy create a boy, a boy wielding great power and within thy thee ambition and greed to make a deal with thou of the darkest house of thy divine , the creator of thee boy shall pay dear as they shall pay thee first of many payments as thee boy will without doubt break thee ole laws of thou oldest form of necromancy art, thy shall bring about thee third Apocalypse thou thee time thee race of man shall be unable to recover. It will be thee end, thou boy shall never stop unless stopped from thou beginning, thee creator shall read this yet not know thee meaning and still create what thy not yet knows to create but shall thy know the meaning of thou when thee time do arrive.

Fate didn't understand exactly what this was about, yet truly he didn't care. He took his papers and turned from the wall the words the prophecy said floating in his mind loosely. Taking the handle of the door opposite the wall, he took a short look over his shoulder before opening the door and a bright white light filled his vision causing him to close his eyes. When he opened them he found he was standing out in the woods on the mortal world, no door anywhere around in sight.
He didn't have time to waste here nor did he have time to waste on anything. Being a Shinigami means you had as long as you wanted as long as you didn't get killed that is. With a quick movement of his hand running though the air in front of him a white old fashioned door with wooden brown handle appeared. He took the handle and turned as it opened and showed inside an old fashion office with just a desk in it. Taking a few steps inside the door vanished behind him to show a new door that was against the wall now behind him. He walked behind the desk and took his seat in a modern day black leather computer chair.
A knock came at the door slow but with a smooth tempo. He looked up from the papers he put down at his desk. The door handle turned as it opened, a girl walked in. She looked like a little six or seven year old girl with red hair. Her clothes were very modern and 'punkish', she looked as if she just came from a final fantasy game with red dye all over her cloths.
“How are we today Fate?” Her voice was sweet, soft, and calm yet still giving off a tent of something that would make chills run up your back. Fate looked up at the girl and his eyes meeting hers, “I have collected the information needed and disposed of Vertenta, now it’s time to create the boy. You ready Kasuma?” He leaned back in his desk chair watching her with slight amusement. Kasuma put her left hand into a fist putting her right over it cracker her knuckles then doing the same with the right. “I am ready whenever you are, I have been waiting for a while Vertenta put us on a long draw back. Glad he is out of the way now.”
Later that night the creation of pure evil was made in the shape of a small two year old boy. Body created by Fate and mind by Kasuma. His inner body was equipped with a hidden weapon and various seals, the mind created from the pure need and want for chaos. Those things alone make him different from other Shinigami but one thing mainly sets him apart from all the others, he is the experimental race False Reality Shinigami. Once the boy's body had aged to 5 and all the things were done by the two masterminds they dropped him off at a Huston, Texas foster home doorstep. They left a card on him saying his name was “Seth” and this is the story of Seth Reaper the Angel of Death.

Chapter Two



“Boys wake up! You’re going to both be late for school!” Kate Zonmanga came into the small room which consisted of a small wooden brown desk, a blue bunk bed set, and a walk in closet. The rest of the room was empty with white walls, white ceiling, and hardwood flooring. Kate was wearing a black formal suit; she was a layer outside of being a foster mother. Her blonde hair and blue eyes would have kept her safe from Hitler, but it works even more wonders getting the judges on her side. Currently she was working on the Texas v Kobura case, the Kobura is a family that has been running some type of mafia around the southern states area. One of the Kobura warehouses got raided and the police found various illegal weapons.

Seth leaned up in his bed, he was on the top bunk, and then looked over at his foster mother, “Good Morning.” His voice was a little deep and steady. Dark brown hair was covering his eyes; he swayed his head to the left letting his hair fall out of his light brown eyes' view. Jumping down with a thump he nudged the boy on the bottom bunk. It was his foster brother, Darian Zonmanga he was also a foster child to Kate, but has been around for so long he took her last name. Darian's hair was short and spiky which looked good with his dark black color. He had a decent tan, but that is common in most people around Texas.

After the boys got dressed in the school uniform, white flannel with wool black vest along with black dress pants, they grabbed some money and left the two story modern day house. Kate was just pulling out the driveway in the KIA van as they started the walk to Houston, Texas private boy school. It was one large three story brick building that covered two acres of land. Seth and Darian had the same first block only, 11th grade World History. Three hours later it was the end of second block, Theater II, which now meant it was lunch time. Instead of heading to lunch Seth walks out to the student parking lot and stands by a public bus stop. It was only a few minutes until the bus pulled up and Seth was in, he was heading to Subway.

The next bus stop was about half a mile away and located right in front of a Subway. He spoke the Subway slogan to himself, “Eat Fresh.”, before walking inside the building and ordering an Italian Triple Sandwich. While he was eating his sandwich a feeling hit his stomach, the kind of feeling you get right before you know something bad is about to happen. He stands leaving his sandwich there and leaves without a second thought, he was getting back on another bus and going back to school. Halfway to the stop the bus pulled up and Darian got out, Seth thought to himself, “Darian doesn't eat Subway...and he never leaves school for anything unless to go home...” Darian opened his arms to embrace Seth who did the same. Seth felt a sharp pain in his neck and everything went dark, he passed out in Darian's arms.

He was standing in a large open white space, no floor, no sky, no walls, and no people. Completely alone. “Hello?” his voice echoed as he yelled out. A smooth angelic voice responded “Hello Jr.” Seth turned around to see the man whose name he didn't know yet he looked like someone he knew, “Who are you? And my name is Seth, not Jr.” The man replied quickly, “I am Vertenta, and that is where you are wrong, but never the less none of that matters. Do you know what you are?”

“I am a human, how bout you?”
“No you’re not, you’re a Shinigami. So am I.”
“A what?” Seth said this with a confused look upon his face.
“A god of death, look, I need you to go and find a fellow Shinigami that is located in the Houston region. His name is Shadow Shift. Oh and by the way, you might not believe me because gods of death aren't real right? Do you really know is real or not? A vampire you call your brother just half drained your body of its blood now you’re in a dream talking to a dead death god.” Vertenta smirked coolly as he turned from Seth walking off into the blank space randomly vanishing.

The world around him starting to spin though he couldn't really see it spinning as there was nothing to move to prove it was. He could though feel it. His eyes opened, he was laying down on his top bunk and sitting at the wooden desk was Darian with his head in his hands. Who knows? Can't risk it with what that man in the dream said. Seth climbed down from his bed quietly. The door was open; he made it out without making a sound. Darian never moved or noticed a thing. Walking down the steps of the stairs he heard Kate talking on the phone in the kitchen, “Doctor Landez, Darian found Seth today in the parking lot at Subway, he was pale, passed out, and had two wounds on his neck. I think a large spider might have bitten him, can you please come make a house call?” followed up by a, “Oh thank you so much Doctor see you soon.” Seth frowned as he opened the car shed door that was in the house as he grabbed his car keys. Last month for his sixteenth birthday all his saved up money was enough to buy a nightmare black RX-7 freshly imported. He has only driven it twice since he got it. Getting in the car he put the key in and cranked it up. The sound of a chair hitting the floor inside followed by the thumping of someone running from inside followed the soft hum of the car. Seth guessed it was Darian. It was time to go, for good. The shed door was automatic and opened as he headed towards it leaving the foster home.

An hour later he had to stop and fill up the tank, costing him $5.80. The car could go a while on one tank but it was already halfway used when he started this random driving around the city. He had no clue where to find this “Shadow Shift” hell he didn't even know if there was a dude named that. The name did show up in a dream, and dreams aren't real. Once the gas was full he got back in the car and sat back for a few seconds thinking of what to do next. A soft voice spoke in his head, it sounded just like Vertenta, “Seth, follow the natural flow.” Looking around randomly he noticed it was in his head and no one was in the car with him. He missed Kate and the others back at the foster home, he had other foster brothers and sisters but no father.

Going with the 'natural flow' he found himself driving miles away from Huston on a highway in the middle of some large woods. Up ahead he spotted a fairly large black wolf, it didn't move as Seth hit the E break and went sliding sideways into the dirt off the road barely missing some trees. It walked up and jumped onto the car's hood almost blending into the color. Then the weirdest thing happened, the wolf spoke, “Hello there young Shinigami.” the wolf's eyes were bright and his voice was steady and very deep. It took a graceful leap from the hood of the car landing on its paws. Out of sudden air the wolf transformed into a human! He was tall, looked late middle aged, mixed skin tone, and an inch thick fro was going on. Seth stared at him as he let himself into the passenger seat of the car, “Excuse me Mr. Wolf man?” The man looked at him and smiled, “Oh where are my manners haha, My name is Shadow Shift and it is a honor to finally meet you Jr. or do you go by your human name Seth?” Seth nodded with a curious expression, “Yes I go by Seth, Why do people keep saying I'm not a human? I am pretty sure I am. Also, you’re Shadow Shift? A man named Vertenta in my dream told me to find you.” Shadow Shift laughed out loud, “The dead talked to you in a dream and you listened? Haha, and you seriously think you’re a human? Could a human bend shadows, take a human life with a simple thought, or destroy the world? Cause you Seth can do all of those things, though personally I rather you didn't destroy the world. I like the third human generation, they are funny. They made these nasty mean jokes called Yo Momma jokes haha funny as shit.” Seth laughed and nodded as he pulled the car back onto the road and continued driving.

“So let me get this straight, I am a Shinigami who has the power to kill, bend shadows, and more?” Shadow Shift replied with a simple nod watching the road ahead, the car was going about 110 mph and the highway speed limit was 55 mph. “You know...even though we are Shinigami we still need to keep a low profile, killing humans is a bad and frowned upon by the court.” “The court?” “Yes it’s a group of the oldest Shinigami who make and justify the Shinigami laws. You are the biggest threat to them, but you will understand that later.”

“Can you tell me about Vertenta or maybe by any chance do you know who my parents are?” Seth asked. “Well Vertenta is a one of the oldest Shinigami known and also has the power of foresight. Lately he has been fighting against now famous rouge Shinigami who broke a rule and went against the whole race when he created an experimental race named False Reality Shinigami. That rouge's name is Fate, the name was given to him by humans because he was spotted killing so much his body's outline became their ideal of Fate or lack for a better word 'Grimm Reaper'. Vertenta gave his life trying to stop Fate from creating a body to hold False Reality, he couldn't and Fate succeeded. The reason mainly for Vertenta fighting so hard against this is that he foresaw a prophecy saying Fate's creation would one day destroy the human world past the point to where not even a new generation could begin. Now it’s the court's job to clean up after Fate and either kill the creation or turn it to help us against Fate. That's where you come in, you’re the creation. Fate is logically your father and you’re his son, the False Reality Shinigami.”

The car stopped and Seth looked over at the man, “You're kidding me? I am a loser, a nobody. I couldn't kill the human race or be a hugely powerful creation by some famous rogue Shinigami.” With a frown the reply came from him, “No Seth, I'm sorry but it's all the truth you are what you are. Now what do you say? I will train you if you wish to join and help us stop your father. If you wish to not fight against him then you are going to be treated as what you are and by Vertenta's orders I would be to kill you here and now.”

Seth went with the obvious answer on that one. He agreed to help and take down Fate. The car starting going down the highway again, what was with this highway? He hasn’t seen one other car the whole time. Looking over at Shadow Shift he could see his hard complex completion that showed no emotion. This was no joke, this was serious he had to defeat Fate and save the world...literally. But, didn't he say that Vertenta saw a prophecy that said Seth would destroy the world. Doesn't that mean it's written in stone? Or does prophecy not lay in stone for Shinigami?

All of a sudden Seth was curious about what other mythological races were real. He asked Shadow Shift only to find out that all the races known in myth are real but the names given to them are from the human race. Thinking of all the interesting people he will meet while looking for his true father.

Chapter Three


Vertenta turned away from Seth, his face emotionless, walking away slowly. From Seth's view he vanished, though all he did was blend into the color using magic. Turning he held out his right arm, palm facing outwards towards Seth. A blue aura glowed off his hand as to Seth the world starting spinning and he was returned back to the world of the living. Vertenta had to take this chance to talk to him now that Rebirth was starting in the young boy.
Rebirth is the transformation in a mix-breed Shinigami in which they become a pure blood. Mix-breed Shinigami would be a created Shinigami who has human blood that is intended to be over powered. Seth is one. Shadow Shift also was. No one knows how Vertenta came about, but he is here and is one of the most powerful known Shinigami. During Rebirth a mix-breed's power will release, in Seth's case they will flow out. Vertenta was sure about one thing, Seth didn't have a normal spirit core, he had a 'shadow' core. This so pronounced shadow core is created by taking a normal spirit core and fusing it with an enhanced stable shadow.
He kept walking until color flowed around him. Turning around he was back in the mortal world. This back ally was empty except for the various litter of trash laying around. The two buildings to the side were made of gray brick and seemed to go on for miles, looking either way down this ally you could see endless brick then mist. Vertenta has been here before, it was the entrance to Fate's original home that was before he went rouge.
Vertenta knew which way to go, he walked forward. Three days passed but only seemed like a few hours. He came upon a black wooden door at the brick wall's dead end. There was neither handle nor hinges. The second he put his hand on the door to push forward two inch thick swords came stabbing though each two foot long. As he jumped back they stabbed him lightly in six spots, three in the stomach, one in the right shoulder, and two in his left arm. Bleeding from the inch deep stab wounds he frowned waving his right hand, the blue aura glowing on it again as it turned the swords to dust. “Haha, Nice Fate I see you set up some protection and traps to sway the weary away.”
Trying once again to open the door this time it opening. Knowing now he had to be careful not to end up dead again. With just a step inside he was facing a little red head girl. She was staring at him dimly, “You’re Vertenta. Fate told me about you, it’s nice to meet you finally. My name is Kasuma by the way. Any questions?”
“You're not Shinigami...you’re a demon. You have taken the body of a six year old girl. No mercy, no regret. I take it you helped Fate with his 'master plan' of destroying the world. How exactly did you help create Seth? “
“Mercy and regret is for the weak. Plus the six year olds body whom I use was a sad depressed girl who was going to die if I didn't take her body. Now about Seth, I created his mind to need chaos and destruction. He is the perfect living weapon.”
“What if Seth is turned on you and Fate? What if he joins my side?” Kasuma laughed at Vertenta's statement, “Seth could never turn on us, you yourself know this it’s even in that prophecy of yours.” His reply was simply stating that nothing is exactly determined for a god. The girl didn't know what to say anymore so carried on with the rest of the plan, “Fate sends his regards and said that if he sees you again he will murder you to the point being a phoenix immortal wouldn't matter. Also he knows the boy is beginning Rebirth, it's only a matter of time before the show begins.” She smiles as she walks around him and out the door. Vertenta looked around to room to see nothing as the room had been cleaned out. On the ground right in the middle of the room he noticed blood stains that looked years old. He guessed it was from the night Seth was made. Getting on his knees he noticed a pentagram drawn, “Yes this is the birth place to the world's greatest evil...He can't learn what power is really inside him...I have to get to him in person and seal the False Reality...” Putting up his right arm palm up, a black aura flowed as a sphere of darkness formed around him. He was warping at the speed of darkness which was L2 + 123E69.
“Seth stop the car. Pull over.” Shadow Shift looked over at Seth with the most serious look he has seen all night. Pulling over the car in about a minute and a half waiting for the speed to slow while slowly moving the car to the side of the road. Shadow got out the car leaned against the hood, Seth followed and just stood to the left. An explosion went off out of thin air blowing up the dirty in front of them sending it all directions. “Hello boys.” said Vertenta as he came out of the explosion's aftermath. Seth recognized him from the dream.
Vertenta was gazing off in the direction that the others have driven from. “Shift, Seth. Get in the woods, don't go deep, but also stay near the edge. Leave the car there.” They did as they were told followed by him also joining them sticking close to Seth. Darian came running from the distance. Once at the car he sniffed, the scent of Seth was easy to track after these past sixteen years. Vertenta leaned in to Seth's right ear to whisper that he should go out there and fight for his life, trust in himself. After sending a telepathic message to Shadow did he nudge Seth forward.
Not wanting to disobey the most powerful person he knew, he did as he was told and started walking to his former foster brother. “Hello Darian. When were you going to tell me that you are a blood sucker?” Darian smiled and with a nod spoke, his fangs now extended and shown, “I was going to tell you when you had only a few moments left to your life. I couldn't drink all your sweet powerful blood at that parking lot so I brought you back home to finish you off for dinner.”
“How about moth-...Kate is she a vamp also? By the way do you know a man named Fate? Did he put you there to keep an eye on me or something?” Seth was curious about how ironic his life was placed out before him. “Nah, Kate is human and a pretty funny one if you ask me. I have known what you were though, I was waiting to feed from you when your blood was at its fullest flavor. Now. Fate? No clue who that is, sorry. Oh and it's time to finish this Seth.” Darian dashed at Seth with his right hand clawed, which Seth just noticed actually that his bro had claw-like nails. Dodging the hand by a few inches, he swung his left hand hitting him directly in the gut. Vampy showed no pain. Out of nowhere a half foot radius, three foot long, shadow spike slung up from the ground impaling though Darian's chest directly where a heart would be.
Vertenta and Shadow walked out from the wood's edge examining the spike and body. In a sudden blast, that made Seth fall from flinching, the body caught fire. Once burned away Vertenta turned to Seth, “You can morph that shadow spike back to normal now.” He was confused by the man's words. Not knowing the spike was even his nor how he did it. Knowing the boy didn’t understand Vertenta morphed it into its normal state once more. He glanced over Seth until he decided on what to do.
“Seth, if you had to pick between great powers for yourself or to help a poor person which would you truly choose? If you had to pick your life over all others, would you? How about you met your mother, she is a great woman and all that blah, you had to pick between her or saving the human race from annihilation?”
“Uh... I honestly from this stand point say to each one the exact thing you wanna hear, but when it really comes down to being in that position I can't say until it happens. I understand that you think I will one day kill the human race, but I seriously doubt it. I don't like killing flies.”
“Yet here you stand, just killed the person you called your brother for the past sixteen years, and not a tear has been shed from your eyes. Your mind showed him no mercy when your soul brought forth that shadow to murder him nor did it hesitate.” Vertenta's eyes were serious and his face showed no soft spot. “Listen I don't know what to tell you exactly, but I don't feel bad that I killed him. He deserved to be killed all I did was par say, condemn him,” Seth's voice trailed off near the end of the sentence, “It kinda felt good...”
Shadow and Vertenta exchanged concerned looks before Shadow went ahead and spoke, “Okay, Seth, here's the deal. I am going to train you and what not, but you must remember killing is not a need in this world and only those who first strike deserve to die. Now I wish to know how you don't cry, the first person I killed abused me and my sister and I cried for nights to follow...but then again, you’re not exactly normal.” Shadow was looking into the boy's soft brown eyes which hide what he knew was really inside them. “Vertenta, when are you going to seal that wretched thing inside Seth?” Seth's eyes flared with fear, “What wretched thing is in me?!”

[Zeth Zatachi]

Chapter Four


“Okay, Seth I'm going to show you what you are capable of when you are near full power. As you well know I can see into the future in ways. I got a vision a few days ago of you fighting someone. His name is not known to many now, but when this fight takes place it is. Please, watch close Seth this is what you are able to do and not even at full power.” Vertenta raised his left hand up to Seth's forehead as he spoke. Seth closed his eyes slowly as a vision flowed into his mind...
Seth found himself coming out of his Shadow Gate but he appears on the edge of an island, "What....I didn't place my Shadow Gate here..." The gate closes behind him as he starts to walk forward finding himself to be 450 meters into the place where he would find another male. If he was friend or foe would soon be discovered. He wore his normal outfit. A jacket that came onto him as if a trench coat, the bottom of it coming off in strips of points, 3/4ths of the jacket was just plain black but the bottom 1/4th was white and had a blood color floating around inside of it, forming skulls every once and a while. His pants were also black but the lower right leg looks like the bottom of the coat but, it also looks like that part was ripped off and replaced with that strange material. He wore normal black edition army boots. His eyes looked as if to be normal human ones, brown just like his medium length hair. There was a dark silver chain connecting from a red collar around his neck and red wristband on his right arm.
The male of Azen found himself dropping from the portal of water from the skies above. The spiritual realm was his way to get from place to place. Problem was he had issues as to where he went sometimes. Seemed like the portals on their own would send him where they wanted him to go. He found himself landing in nothing but sand. He brushed his navy locks from his face as he looked around. His hand always having the habit of caressing the cross shaped scar among his left eye. His navy hues looking around to the seemingly endless sands. Water was around but it seemed like nothing more from that point.
He began looking around as he just walked down his silent trail. His clothing large and baggy among his frame. The sleeves of his shirt being removed to reveal the torso. Highly toned, abs tight, the chest well developed from years of training. His pants think and black covering every ounce of his legs. Meeting with his black lightweight boots. His clothing hiding many aspects about him that would remain hidden until found.
Bandaged up from the neck down to his waist. From his shoulders down to his wrist. Lightly unraveling from the neck to release some of the heat. The bandages simply flew off into the wind. The mantle he wore simply swayed as it remained open and held itself among his shoulder blades. Each step he took bringing him closer and closer towards his opponent until he stopped and simply waited. A silent snicker as he simply wondered just what could he offer unlike others. His appearance didn't hide much, and it didn't seem to hide much at that. He spoke in a rough deep voice,". . . .Well then. . .you’re the one I’m going to face huh? Then let’s handle this. . ."
Seth looks at the person already taking it in his mind as this is going to be a fight, most likely picked by Fate. He speaks to himself inside his head, "Shinigami Eyes." His eyes pupils go to a small point. Every movement would seem as like it was in slow motion to him now for the rest of the fight. He would use this ability to his advantage as using it to give him to time think and dodge easier.
He makes his right hand into a fist as purple aura started to glow from it. He was charging one of his more complex spells. The one he has used to kill a thousand demons with one swift movement. He would have to see if it works on his new foe, though usually he does it on the lowest charge, he has a feeling this may take more than a few moments to charge.
In his left hand a red aura starts to glow as he charges another skill which will be used before the one in his right hand yet still needing to be charged. This skill is not as powerful but has ended many. He sighs as he looks at his foe then his hands. "I hope you live these attacks, I truly want to see how many of my attacks you can survive, also I wish to see what happens once all those bandages are gone."
The chain that connects to his collar and wristband starts to expand from the middle getting longer as shadows start to form around it and float around it as if it was the ozone layer and the chain was earth. Once the chain gets long enough it flings up above Seth and forms a spiral going down around him. The chain keeps spinning in the spiral around him as it will act on its own will and protect its user. It has the ability to absorb some elements and even use some of them in the form of attacks. He stands there and waits.
A new voice played in Azen's head, one that was lighter and smooth, “Azen. . .you ready. . .” followed by his own, “As Always Beta.” Inside he was having a conversation with his guardian. The voices continued:



“Let’s show him our strength shall we.”

“Lets not go all out . . .not just yet.”

“Alright . . .HERE WE GO.”


He would let out a brief sigh as he shot his hand out to the side and out of this air a mask appeared. Telepathic words streaming his mind. Though he had summoned something it to his fingertips. One of those many hidden seals. The bandages of his wrist would begin to unravel and fall and simply blow away. Setting his mask among his face he looked up. Though there were not eye holes within them. His hands and feet then began to pulsate in a bright color of Azen. An aura that flowed among his body as he simply concentrated mass amounts of moisture around his body parts and further added the charge of lightning that made it lethal. His tail then sprouted from his back wagging around, smacking the sand lightly as he snickered at how playful it seemed.
Now blinded by his mask he would shoot off from his position as his senses became the one thing he would follow once he heard the words of his foe. His quick mind as fast as his feet guiding him and his path. He became serious and would start the match with a singular strike towards the abdomen. Though suddenly he vanished among the chains expanding.
Tremendous inhuman power adding to it allowing him to erect what were known as shock waves. These powerful burst of air gathered among the palms and with added force from the shoulder he could shot off this energy. This was a way known to counter attacks as well as do great damage, but in offense a certain strike could damage internal organs due to the mass amounts of air. The air gathers based on speed, he was using a moderate amount meaning all he could do at this point would be to simply blow his opponent back some feet. In term of damage it would break a normal human down, breaking two ribs at the most. If he missed the shock wave would push him back some feet still but with no harm done.
The forceful gust in both situations would bring up mass amounts of hand that would blind the opponent from the pressure of course, meaning his first attack would do some great damage or he would simply have an opponent blinded for a moment’s time.". . .if you want to see then show me what you got. . . .simple. ."
Seth smirks as he sees the attack coming in slow motion from his Shinigami Eyes, he quickly focuses his shadow powers out onto the world around him, all the surrounding shadows within the radius of 2.5 meters from Seth quickly clings to his skin and in a matter of milliseconds goes blasting off in the form of a sphere expanding outward and around Seth, the shadows are laced with shadow lightning which burns the air that was already within the 2.5 radius and any air that came in during the defense skill. The sphere of shadows makes all the air which passed though and already inside go stale, making Azen's attack nothing more than weak fading air. He frowns seeing as this has messed up with his chain's defense take.
He does a back flip going though the air gracefully landing 8 meters back. In mid-air the chain finishes making the spiral around Seth, the chain goes out 2 meters in front of him at the longest distance and the closest is half a meter. This chain which has the shadows forming around it can be used in many ways. Hopefully he hasn't left much room for error and would be able to charge his attacks for a little while longer, Or at least use the first one and keep charging up for the one he thinks will end this if given the time.
He stands there with his chain spinning in the spiral protecting him, but not leaving him fully protected like as Seth had wanted, even this land gives him an almost great disadvantage but his foe shares this disadvantage. Seth taps his foot on the sand, it moves under his foot easily. This sand was way too soft. He focuses some energy into the chain as it goes down into the ground half a meter covering more ground for protection.
The auras glowing in his hand got brighter. He smiles as he scans the area for his opponent. "I guess it’s time to activate my second ability of this fight." He then thinks the simple words in his head, "Black Blood." All the blood within his body suddenly turns black and thick. This blood type he would use as necromancy if it happen be spilled. He smiles thinking how he has never used so many tactics since fighting his last elite, Angel. The memories spilled into his head fast and then back out as he toned back into the fight. He says to himself in his mind, "I don't know what this dude is made of...if he is easy then I have wasted my powers powering up so high in my first fiction. I wonder if this guy will get to see my other fictions, bet he is yet another person to judge me by my cover." He chuckles softly to himself for a moment. Then says out loud, "Now the fight has begun." His eyes strain as he is using Shinigami Eyes to its fullest, not wanting to be caught off guard.
The voices came to Azen again:

“What do we do. . .?”

“Azen use that move NOW!!!”

“Understood.”

“Any ideas afterwards. . .?”

“I have one.”

“Then let’s do this.”


Among his attack getting close to the shield he releases that surge of wind forceful though another power source came into play using a tactic used to break walls of energy by breaking the focus of the attacks energy and literally busting a while through it making it shatter or that’s what it seemed when truly it would imply vanish and turn to a dust and vanish from their sight. This was known as the barrier breaker, which could break energy based defense. Something he learned from fighting a dark dragon once. He snickered and looked at his opponent as he seemed to perceive his movements and further prepare himself. The sand was becoming a nuisance as he kicked up a mass amount and began to gather moisture to his jaws.
He simply stood still and stood his ground where he was now. The water of the world becoming thin yet dense enough to be seen going to his figure. He was preparing for something odd as he simply released this energy by blowing out the energy in a thick mist. Though the mask held no eye holes it did otherwise hold an area through the mouth for him to release the mist as he would have liked spreading it among the area. The sand may have slowed him down but how could an enemy watch what he couldn't see. With movement on the sand so quiet hearing him would be virtually impossible even to a trained beast.
Thing was, what to do now when the opponent still had a barrier protecting him. Going in for an attack this early would be a waste. He had to figure out a way to get past one issue from another first and the best way to figure it out would be to first see exactly what the male’s defense could handle. He would shoot his hands out spreading energy in such a way that it made him visible to energy seekers though at that moment it would be gone. He at least as he began hiding his power skillfully while moving about. Though with the mist still formed getting away from the mist would be one thing difficult. The lightning would surge its way over to his opponent in a style meant to shock him and paralyze him for a good five minutes.
Seth watches closely as his opponent takes in the water and starts to make the mist, he thinks to himself, "Shit that was a smart move...I didn't see this one coming...hmm...come on Reaper keep your head together. Keep trust in your collar and Black Blood, I can do this without full use of Shinigami Eyes... " He watches as the mist covers over him. He frowns. The chain picks up its speed as his foe's attack gets near. Seth looks around watching the chains go to its fastest, he knew this was going to be a lightning and he could already tell his chain had more plans then just defending on this one.
As the lightning attack reaches the chains it’s absorbed in, halfway, the other half is being spun around on the chains mixing in with the shadows sending off small sparks in every direction. Seth watches closely not knowing what is going to happen next. The chain slows down then simply shoots the exact same attack back at the opposing male but with .75% more speed and now with a shadow elemental boost giving it at least 1.25% more damage.
Once this counter is made the chains return to normal speed and Seth grins. He thinks to himself, "Nice, I have never seen my chains act like that before...but there was that moment when Angel did this to one of my lightning based attacks...could it be my chain is examining my battles and learning new ways to fight?" He considers the facts to himself lightly though still not wanting to get distracted.
He looks at his right hand, the purple aura is getting stronger, very much stronger, and it’s starting to look like there is a ball of purple flames in his hand. He then takes a look at his left, the red aura is bigger than the purple but still not as strong. He smiles, "Soon I can use this spell at good power." He looks up at the surrounding area and sees mostly just the mist. Putting his hands back by his sides he just stands there and waits for anything interesting to happen. He thinks about his current fight. "What if this guy has something big under all those bandages...what if I have to use True Shinigami Fiction.." He considers it for a moment, "No that can't happen the lead Elite couldn't live that long...but then again...he never made my Shinigami Eyes useless..." He kicks a little sand. The chains keep at a steady pace now.
Azen's thoughts returned:

“We gotta think of something. . .Azen. . .”

“Hmm. . . .I have an idea.”

“Make sure it’s not reckless now.”

“Understood.”


As the male seemed to stop his attack he realized his attack had truly been stopped. He cursed his look as he concentrated and brought a lightning based barrier to his very. This protective barrier would only work once per lightning based attack. The lightning among his body would absorb what tried attacking him, and counteract in a reverse charge preventing him from harm. He would let out a low sigh feeling a slight burn to his skin. Seemed something about his opponents lightning was enhanced. He avoided paralysis effects though the burns sustained let him know that if a weak attack could get through that move then obviously if a large was reversed he might actual be in danger. He had to figure something out though. Some way to strike him. He had to be quick though wasting time wasn't going to help at all.
He gathered more natural moisture allowing him to stay hidden. He then absorbed this water within his lips and used something else. The lightning he used earlier when spread wasn't truly all used up, it remained in certain areas of the mist so if the opponent was truly able to sense energy that lightning would simply hide his power usage as it acted like an energy jammer. Further hiding him shooting formations of water. There formations took on a dragons head and exploded with great force when they made contact with something solid. Their main purpose normally engulfing the opponent and exploding after smashing their body around before taking something head on. Though with nothing solid around them he simply added enough power to make them have much more damaging among direct contact.
Seth watches as the water dragon's head comes into view, and by that time the chains has already noticed it. The chains started to spin faster, faster then what they did to protect from the last attack. He knew it as well did his chain, he couldn't bock this one. Not fully. Once the chains had picked up the speed it started feeding the lightning it absorbed from that last attack and putting even more of his own into the shadows that cling to the chain. Once the water dragon hits, it will start to be ripped around making a vortex of water around Seth, the chains spinning the water while zapping it at the same time. As his chain couldn't hold all the water in its spinning style some got though. Hitting Seth from random directions at very fast speeds. He took three large hits. First on his chest then little time after that one to the back and yet again with no time to waste one hits his back. He falls on his knees as his chain suddenly stops and the water explodes outwards. Doing no more damage or anything. The chains retract to their normal state on Seth as his eyes turn a crimson red. He thinks to himself, "Hell on Earth Stage One."
The sun goes all the way down as the moon rises to its fullest. It’s a full moon, on top of that it’s blood red and dark. Giving off its glow making the mist invisible in the red night. He could see again but not letting himself forget the mist was still there. He looks at his opponent that has been sending attacks at him, "You surely don't give up. Good." He holds his left hand out towards his foe, the red aura presses into a firm sphere in his hand. He pushes it forward with his thoughts and it disappears. The spell was cast, "Deadly Shadows!" He shouts softly. All the shadows within 150 meters gets summoned into the area around Seth's opponent. They then rise in a sphere around him as all of those millions of shadows turn razor sharp and start to go inward on Azen. It would take the razors five seconds to fully close and cut him into a million pieces. If he was to escape then Seth has wasted so much time and some power charging this spell. He thinks to himself, "I hope this does at least some damage." The power of this spell could cut though a small sized crystal mine.
Voices come again:

“. . .something’s. . .wrong. . .”

“. . . . . .”

“. . .dammit.”


He snickered sensing his attack of water had indeed gotten through, but not as much as he would've liked. He sighed and wondered just what he could possibly do to get an upper hand. Seeing and thinking his opponent had been hit with his water gave him an idea. It seemed he stayed within the same spot. This meant he could possibly use a special trick of his in order to get through defense as well as fully use the mist at its full capacity. Once the moon had appeared his iris thinned. The thing about the moon was that in its three states each color had effects on those like him who existed within the power of it. The full moon was known for its power with the sea also signaling in color how violent it could possibly be. A normal white full moon was normal. A Blue moon was twice as strong as that. But the red moon was odd. It was abnormal and normally meant something was wrong with the balance of the world and such.
This worried him. As The dragon within him became unstable and violent. He needed to fix what was wrong if there was anything at all. But something else kicked in. He could project images from his head. He vanished. It was a flicker in his movement and yet he seemed to be in the same spot. The figure simply watching as he was struck with the attack. Though from behind the foe would appear strands of water being manipulated into a tightly gripping whip around his foes body. This was due to him using his full manipulation powered by the moon. It was super fast if not instant being he not only manipulate water from his hand, but within the mist, and what had gotten on his foes body meaning within that time he could begin constricting his opponent from afar. Instead of the normal sigh one would hear a growl. Rather than blue aura coming from his mask one would witness bright neon green. With his supreme speed he had moved from his location prior leaving a simple clone of water to endure what he did not desire. Though he remained stealthy and used much more speed than he had been using prior. Tracking him at that speed in which he was no longer visible to any eye technique. Only wishing for this to succeed. ". . .I don't know what you are . . .but for the sake of what you’re doing. . .I must stop you. . ."
Seth looks at his foe getting diced into a million pieces only to find out a second later he had a whip around him. He thinks to himself, "Well I think it’s time to take advantage of stage one Hell on Earth...soon I will start stage two...." He closes his eyes as his cloths starts to catch on fire and shadows blast off his skin, ripping it up as it goes, the shadows create a sphere that currently acts as a barrier and just by the sheer power of his true form being flashed for a second the water that formed the whip turns to pure steam. Once engulfed inside the sphere of shadows in his true form he focuses his power to his face. A plain white mask with no holes at all goes over his face, it then expands around his whole head and all the way down his body, forming a pale white shell around him. Like a second skin but harder. Once the shell is all the way down and tightly against his true form it closes close to his eyes and forms into his eye lids leaving his eyes being able to be seen. His mouth was not shown but if he spoke you would hear a dark echo across the land. The shadow sphere that was protecting his true form from the outside world as it wasn't ready yet now expands killing anything within 10 meters, then it disappears into the air. Now he is shown to his opponent. His right hand is still glowing in the purple aura as it’s still a charging spell. He holds his hand like as if there was a sword handle in it. All of a sudden there are flames wrapping around his left hand and out 6 feet in the shape of a large thick sword. Once the flames disappear it shows a large black sword that is very thick the side is 3 feet, length is 6 feet, and blade edge is 5 inches. He holds it like a one handed sword and swings it in the air with ease. This was his brute force fiction, he was going to have fun now.This was Hollow Fiction.He looks at his opponent and grins inside the mask. He lifts the sword over his shoulder and spins in a 360 degrees while he swings the blade into the rotation, a large span of flames goes out over the whole island, the flames aren't too strong only 375 degrees F. The flames are black and if they make contact they can go right into a person's body and eat any soul or souls inside. If there is nothing for it to eat then it will move to eating away at the internal organs. Once the attack is completed he would stand there with the sword once again over his left shoulder, watching his opponent closely. A small blood red aura glow goes off Seth as he is draining the Blood Moon's power into himself. Azen's voices now soft toned:

“. . .Beta. .”

“. . . Azen. . .”


He watched his foe as he managed to move away going back to his position prior a good 25 feet back from his foe. He looked around as the airs moisture gathered around him creating a powerful water based aura simply charged with lightning that sparked around it. With the dense water around him constantly being used while he found himself leaping high into the air standing among the air though wings has further appeared and flapped as he remained within the sky. Making a few hand seals as he would start gathering what clouds he could find. The process took sometime but with it he could use some gruesome techniques. His deadly eyes still silent as the red moon made him act more and more beast like. His hand held out palm open. Gathering more water based energy.
His body though it had already sprouted his wings and the tail still undergone changes. For one his digits were covered with scale with extended to the elbow. His feet covered as the protective scale acted as armaments that protected his legs. His tail made of the scale itself as well as the outside of his wings the inside made of a thinner scale which appeared to be leather like so he could actually flap his wings to take flight. His tail constantly swaying like a dog. He remained within the sky as two clones came forth made of water and looked at their opponent. Soaring down to the left and right both with blades in hand.
The blade much like a katana yet thicker and extending out four feet. The hilt being a foot of its own. The blade made from his scale which those who knew about a scales power understood that adult’s scales of the lowest could shatter diamond with ease. The power in it powered by his aura making it a strong offense and defense. His speed within the air was not an issue, he had learned how to do many things in terms of it including some feats some found improbable. For a simple start both sides drew back reading themselves to strike the two sides of the male. All of this under silence of his mind the red moon brought about pure instinct.
Seth looks at all the things that just happened closely though his Shinigami Eyes and considers everything he knows, "Maybe something has given him some more power...his aura is stronger...I would like to say my moon does the same to him as to me, maybe even more..." He thinks to himself. He sighs, "its okay, I got the power I needed from it...Time for stage two..." He thinks to himself again. He stabs the sword in the ground and blinks. Not even seconds after he blinks the Blood Moon explodes meaning this world no longer had a moon and in return was given a large purple portal right in the place of the moon, this portal was a gate way to The Realm of Nightmare. It was two times the size of the moon but was no way related to it. The moon was in its way as a matter of fact. Now that the portal is open small little red and purple souls started raining down into the endless ocean and sand of the island, this was it the beginning of the real war. The souls could only be seen by those with the status of Soul Keeper, Shinigami, Angel, or any other way connected to the work of souls. Once the souls hit the ground they would summon up monsters. The red ones summoned zombies as the purple summoned skeletons. The zombies possessed no weapons except there toxic teeth which could kill a person within matter of a few minutes. The skeletons had duel blades which were about normal length broad swords. The skeletons and zombies that were summoned, 15 zombies 10 skeletons each time Seth wished. Above only a matter of meters from the portal was a larger soul, or a collection of souls at the least that was combining in order to summon Seth's right hand minion skeleton. The minions that were already on the ground would bite and slash at the clones summoned by his opponent to take them out with ease hopefully. Seth then sighed wishing he could have stayed in Hollow Fiction a little longer, but the fact that his opponent now had an advantage from the skies it was time to do the next transformation. Shadows engulfed Seth once again in a sphere this time only it was way different, from the inside of the sphere the shell was turning back into a mask and disappearing along with the large sword which was stuck in the ground a little ways from the sphere. Inside the sphere wasn't Seth in his True Shinigami Form but yet again him looking like he was back in his human fiction except he now had on black gloves and his chain was darker looking. Shadows even inside the sphere couldn't help but start to form around him. He put his left hand outward to his side with his palm turned up. Shadows started turning into shadow lightning as they formed a katana in his hand which had a black and yellow twisted handle along with the katana's silver blade. There was non-stop lightning coming from the blade as he clutched it and let it hang by his side. He thought to himself, "Maybe I will let you make the killing blow, ShadowBreaker." He smiled holding his trusty weapon that he has used for so long. Though he would like to be using his duel pistols but that was for the next fiction. The sphere exploded and warped back in as it made a dark aura close to all of Seth's body. The shadows along with the chain will act as a protection as he fought. The purple aura in his right hand was very dark now as its power was larger than Seth has ever had it, he knew this would make the kill this match, more than likely, but he wanted to use the next and last stage of Hell on Earth first along with go into his next two fictions, his last one for the first time ever. All of a sudden Seth's eyes widened as an explosion of black blood comes out of two newly formed 'holes' in his back are ripped open, two large black wings come out of his back and expand. The shadows around him wrap his body up as he shadow steps within milliseconds appearing 3 feet behind his opponent swinging ShadowBreaker as lightning shot off of it in extreme amounts. Hopefully if the blade missed one of the bolts of lightning would hit and wound him. As Seth appeared there his wings were flapping as he was flying up there as well. If this attack missed then his shadows would be on guard. If this hit hopefully it would be the end as he was aiming for the back. This blade was a combination of all of the human metals along with some of the supernatural along with ebony, which was the strongest and strangest matter ever known as only ebony could break ebony. The blade could cut though crystal or almost any other material someone would want to put it up against. This attack had about an extra .75 damage as he was using some of that aura he saved up while stage one was going. Return of voices:

“. . .no. . .NO. . .”

“AZEN DID HE JUST. . .?”

“BETA, Listen to me, you gotta get the move up right now.”

“Huh, but why?”

“JUST DO IT!!!!!!”

“Alright. . .understood.”


The male became astounded with all he was seeing such a large summoning and how was it he was still moving and fighting such so much ease. Something like that had to be energy consuming. He had transformed but fully, not yet he hadn't. He looked around at the world around it, it was far too different. But something broke loose. The red moon was bad enough but the moon being destroyed through him and the world in a deep rage. His eyes possessed once again. This time his hair turned a deep black shade. His growl became a booming roar that let loose a powerful explosion that represented his power. What he had begun to gather before all this happened still remained in his very being simply waiting to release. Though it still remained gathering like he had planned but this time at a much more dangerous rate. His power was becoming unstable with a loss to the moon as the lakes below would begin to crass without control. The skies letting their tears fall.
Though at the same time he commanded such a feat. He was becoming more than the normal dragon he was known to be. Due to the impure balance energy he rarely used swelled within him. Normally he pulled from the moon and water equally with no moon all he had was the vast supply of water within the world. It all meant that he now had access to every bit of it, though how it was used still remained a mystery. With the mass number of things the opponent was doing he would be subjecting himself a mass amount of time loss. Giving him more and more to charge. The clones simply slicing through his army below, two blades in hand with material that could not be broken by human efforts. Slashing and breaking anything and everything they could cut. Using their aura to ensure the males army of minions would be dead.
Once the male vanished there was an energy released, something he caught on to with ease. No matter how quick it was he would make sure he was ready. His hands shot up and waiting to catch the male’s blade, using his unbreakable scales and his inhuman power to stop the blade in unison. Though he also held more power due to the fact he had used the aura making his defense more than enough to catch the blade while taking the lightning bases energy his aura worked on. Combining this together simply made his aura stronger with the constant and large flow of moisture he was accessing.
While gripping the male’s blade he would force the lightning surge back through the blade reaching his opponent in no time shocking him greatly for as long as he held the blade would be subject to shocking damage. He shifted in a split second and released the large amount of energy he had so gathered in his palm among the males being in a small ball or that’s how it started so it could exceed in twice a bullets speed being composed of lightning. This ball would expand among contact sending the opponent off quite a ways while the lightning devastated his body system, destroying nerves, causing severe damage to the brain and the organs with the fact that not only was it a blast but the lightning did just as much damage to a person’s insides as a normal one would. Say he survived by even a hair, by the time the ball finally dissipated the damage of paralysis would have occurred not only being shocked by his own blade, but by the large attack he had just used. Leaving him to fall into the raging seas to be swallowed down to his death. Leaving him defeated.
Seth's eyes turn crimson as his opponent grabs ShadowBreaker, he thinks to himself, "Dammit not again!" Once the lightning in the blade is being forced back to him the katana goes by its natural powers and has an overload of power, the shadows bend as the lightning starts to bolt inside the blade, which rings off the many types of metal that makes it. The shadows can't handle anymore and the katana actually explodes right in there hands, the power is two times of that the sword itself was, Seth goes flying back hitting sand on the ground 45 meters away which would knock him out of the way of the next attack his opponent was going to perform, the explosion as stated, was large. His chain would take all the lightning from that explosion as it happened which would also mean his opponent wouldn't have any lightning to get hit by either. Just the explosion. The shadow aura and Bloody Moon aura would absorb some of the damage but not all. Seth feels a wave of dizziness go over him. His mind panics, "Seth! You fool why did you go for a close range attack like that on a guy you saw use lightning and water! God dammit I'm such a fool! Now I just got a wave of dizziness and have already used stage one and two which were good for gaining back energy! Dammit! Guess I have no choice I have to use the last stage..." Seth puts his hands out as if he was hanging from a cross, the portal way above which was feeding souls to the main summon now expanded and in a sudden flash disappeared, right behind Seth a large gate way opened.
As the gate way to The Realm of Nightmare was opened and unleashed to the world the real fun was now to begin. This was the last battle this world will ever see as it will either be destroyed or dissolved into Darkness. Endless flows of darkness started coming out of the gate way and over the ground, no matter land or sea. Once a piece of the nightmare darkness was down. It was down for good being the new ground of this world. Only way for this world to become normal again or for it to be saved from destruction was to kill the maker of The Realm of Nightmare. Within a few seconds this entire small world was covered darkness, there was no sky, island, moon, sand, water, anything. Just complete darkness. Under you was darkness. Above you was darkness. Around you was darkness. High in the open view about 30 meters from where the two fighters would be standing, the summons would be under the darkness, was a large purple soul, still the same one that was near the portal except now there was a steady flow of souls non-stop going to it. Seth smiled as he looked around, this was his nightmare at one time, lately his dream, now his reality. He looked at his opponent then spoke in a calm voice. "Here I can show you what I really am, but first I just have to go though one quick fiction. Won't take long at all I promise." He smiles as all that simply happens is he closes his eyes while they lose all color and will with pure evil, turning them pitch black. His mind disappears and his body goes on a timer to use this fiction before returning him to his true form and giving him his mind back. Two pistols form in his hands, his right hand still glowing in purple aura charging a spell, the pistol that went in his left hand was a silver angelic pistol, in the right a black demonic pistol. They were his Duel Pistols. In this world Seth gained a new aura, one that was always around, it was his world, a dark gray aura starting to glow from him but was barely noticeable, one would need a very acute eye to notice it. He smiles as he opens his eyes exposing their pure darkness. He still has all his former aura and protections still but they were not as strong as the new one. Not even as close as the new aura wasn't just for defense. He stood in a defensive stance so that he will be ready to protect himself from any attacks that were to come. This was Chaos Fiction.

“. . . .Azen. . . .”

“. . .”

“. . .Can you hear. . .me. . .Azen . . .”

“ . . .Yes. . .”

“Can you hear the world calling . . .”

“. . . .Beta. . .we have to kill him. . .”


He shuddered in pain as the energy he gained absorbed itself within his body again. The explosion sent a shard of metal in his leg though with a seconds time that wound could be healed. His eyes averted looking down as he may have been blasted some feet back but he gained stability with his wings. He felt a presence of the world around him turning black. This energy held no warmth and its color remained different from his for. It felt like another realm as he had gone through something that reminded him of those who have felt this. It was much like entering the gates to the spirit realm, often one solid color where all seemed endless. His mind focused on his foe who seemed to appear again. He stood at the ready waiting to see what his opponent could have in mind now. His hands remained gripped to the hilts of his blades. He stood his ground letting them stay among his sides simply staying in place. In only a moment he would be doing battle with an enemy once more.
Seth looks at his foe and smiles as he thinks to himself, "Time to use my first symbolic spell of this fight." He puts his hand to the ground and pushes some energy against the nightmare darkness knowing just how much to push and how much of the world to bend at his will to make 9 symbols appear. 6 of the 9 were making a six pointed star around his opponent, in fact the inside of the circle symbols were six pointed stars. Two would appear 2.5 meters above his foe to each side of him with the pop up spot facing on a slant to aim at the male. The last one appears directly under Seth as he grins, "250 Bullets!"
The symbol lights up as Seth disappears for 3 seconds then appears at the symbol that's in the air to the right of his foe, He points his pistols at him and shoots. The bullets go at the speed of lightning. He warps between all of the symbols surrounding his foe shooting bullets off in till his clips are empty, that’s 250 bullets. Each warp takes 3 seconds. The bullets are blast though walls of crystals by 100%, then the shadow, bloody moon, and nightmare auras give him boosts which is another 35%. The Duel Pistols both have seals of which give them their special abilities. If this attack is missed or connected either way he was going to warp back to the symbol he started at for safety.

“. . .Beta. . .are you alright. . .”

“Azen. . .he killed her. . .HE DESTROYED HER. . .”

“. . . Beta . .”

“I will make sure he pays for this. . .HE WILL NOT FEEL MY MERCY!!!”

“. . .you truly are his son. . .”


He sighed as he sheathed his blades. For the first time in a long time he was literally forced to bring out his best weapon. He threw his twin blades in the air for the first time, vanishing in smoke as they normally would among his command. He took his stance sensing another mass amount of energy being used. His fingers tapping his wrist once more summoning a large staff to his digits. His best weapon. Long, Flexible, though made of the exact same material as his blades the powerful dragon scale. His hands took this weapon in hand as he found himself sighing. He began to feel his irritation entering another level. His dormant aura still raging on. Not yet fully released into its full form. He then felt the presence of the powers coming into action and from this he broke out in rage. Body moving at a speed unheard of for someone unlike him. How he reached such a marvelous speed was due to his aura and his true speed combined to the max while standing still. Contortions of the hands, spins, flips, jumps, aerials and the raping movement of his arms ensued within seconds blocking every bullet that came his way and with a final smash of his staff into the ground his formant aura released itself in such a mass fury everything else felt like one massive explosion.
He would find himself standing in his raging aura now fully consuming him. He growled more and more as he looked at his opponent. His rage had been growing more and more since the moon had been destroyed. All that moisture and energy his aura had taken in was now released. How he deflected all those bullets was known. Some simply cracked his scales, and others blocked by the staff alone. His mask feel from his face blood dripping down his cheek and side of his face. Baring his fangs in his greatest anger. His neon optics raging with the thin iris known of the Dragon. The half-breed had taken in so much power in fact, it was as if he had literally become with full breed his father was. His eyes welled with tears as if he had been struck in the heart. As if his spirit was with him that very moment. This was something the world itself did for him, nothing he himself possessed. But through this he felt the scars of those that had made their mark and struck him or simply grazed him, but neither the pain nor the lightning could stop him with his power surging at this level. Lightning sparking around his body showing the true power he possessed. ". . .you. . .YOU WILL PAY FOR THIS!!!!!!!"
He took his weapon like a javelin and launched it at his foe. With his super human power, the powerful aura and the spin he added to it, it could hold the power to destroy anything. If he could land a hit with it, the power within the staff alone could kill an opponent. Not just striking them, but impaling them and further taking their body to the ground where true judgment would lie. Bringing them to the ground in a mass explosion of what true power was. Though his power did not dwindle. Anger held this power at its new level. He simply let what he has loose within a lightning speed. His finger aimed at him and ready to release it the energy that made him the warrior he was. The image of the moon and his mother held within his mind. The power of the world was his father simply existing within him. A trigger pulled. It was if losing the one he loved. His father the world, his mother the moon. This was true anger.
Seth watches as the male goes into his little rage. Seth sighs now knowing his attack failed. Once his opponent throws the weapon at him, which he sees coming though his Shinigami Eyes, he thinks quickly then forces nightmare darkness to flow once again. As he never left the symbol he was standing on, he warps right behind his foe, behind him by 2.5 meters. He points the finger tips of his right hand at the male. The aura that has been charging a spell on that hand now forms into a small orb at the tip of his index finger. He slides his left foot behind him as he gets in a position to hold his ground. As if not ready this blast could make him go flying from the sheer power. The orb explodes in front of him into a large blast made of evil and great souls mixed in with black flames and nightmare darkness. The nightmare darkness will mix in with the flames mostly so if anyone ever tried to absorb it instead of taking the damage, Seth would be able to destroy their body inside to out without any problems. The souls were to enhance the power of the attack, which it did greatly. The blast would send anything it touched into obliteration as its charged power was so high, it was an unstoppable power now. The only way out was to get past its blast, warping wouldn't work as in destroying everything really means destroying everything, as in the air, oxygen, matter, carbon, everything. The blast would go out for 350 meters and was 250 meters wide directly after it left his fingertips. If this attack was performed anywhere else at this power besides in this realm it would most likely destroy the ozone layer and kill them both. But as this world is in The Realm of Nightmare there was no ozone layer and the move can be performed with this amount of power. He smiled the whole time during this attack knowing that being this close to the male means that it will get to him way before the power was done, in fact at this distance he would get the most powerful part of the blast. The blast would take five minutes to get to the 350 meter mark. The blast would hit his opponent within three to four seconds at the most. The time it took for it to leave his finger tips was pretty much nothing as the attack has been ready to leave for a while now. After the attack, if his foe lived that is, he would be covered in another sphere of shadows. Inside would be his skin ripping off his body. Underneath would be him, but made of nothing but purple nightmare darkness. In the dead center of his chest would be a very dark ball of energy. In this form he stood at 8' tall and weighed 200 pounds. He put his hand out as a symbol on the ground in front of him would open and the scythe from his first fiction would rise out. Then the sword from Hallow fiction would come out and form over the blade making it longer along with the handle from the sword attaching to the pole of the scythe making it longer. It was now a 10' scythe and the blade was 8' long. Next raised the handle from ShadowBreaker which was now a pointless piece as the blade was gone. It attached to the bottom of the scythe's pole. If the blade was still there it would be sticking downwards. Next rose out the Duel Pistols which attached themselves onto the sides of the blade with the back of the pistols hooked to the top of the pole holding the blade and pole together even firmer. Last came out his chain which wrapped around the whole pole and would be used for various things. The power of this weapon was with all the added stats from his weapons. Normal Scythe which gives just a normal weapon base. The sword gives an extra 135%. The katana which is now broken only gives off the aura boosts, 35%. Then the guns give off another 135%. The chain with all its abilities give 150%. Making the new weapon 455%. He would grip it tightly in his right hand and swing it though the air as it ripped apart the shadow sphere now showing himself to his foe. "The End Is Now Boy." All of this would only happen if the male lived the attack performed. This was the True Shinigami Fiction Azen vanished his position prior among the other doing the same. His speed at this point surpassed even warping. Warping always remained a bit slower for it needed a portal being made. These portals gave off energy he could so sense. And with his eyes now uncovered from the breaking of his mask he could so watch things for himself. Simply taking note of all he was seeing with no issue at all. Among this form he needed to not draw in energy any longer. Normally for a good ten minutes. His speed also became something profound within him. He felt from his sleeves his wrist guards had been broken, the shattered pieces had already fallen from the last attack. This meant the weights that held him down were now gone. His speed was something to fear and as it all added up it remained to be something unmatched. Starting off the boys speed alone without power held the top speed for the known flicker step a technique he was well accustomed to. From the entire fight he could see the opponent displaying so many other skills he obviously had none to match his speed as it was. This being due to his extensive training with the fighting style. Added, the lightning based energy within the aura tagging along his superhuman body made him twice as fast. He had gotten a taste of the level of power. Yet a speed addict like himself always found ways to aspire. Though to let it be known the entire match his weapons, his armor had also as weights. One he tossed his swords away was step one. The breaking of his wrist guards and leg guards from the male’s bullets acted as the last stray to fully release him to free usage of the top speed. Movement that matched lightning. This caused stress to his body, something he would feel greatly when the power let down. Though it would be a long time before that happened. Now he would begin to use the fighting style that made him known. In terms of the battle once he could feel the portal behind him being made whether visible or not he could still catch on to these. A situation was the subject. He vanished himself moving where he found the ending location. With his speed three times to speed of a flicker step he could be there in an instant. Though the distortion of speed would be seen as a simple after image holding a very copy of him in every way to aura structure to even leaving a remnant of his energy within that spot to make a fake clone. Coming in to strike his chest as soon as he stepped out the portal. This is what he wanted the male to visual catch. He himself would be striking from behind, aiming for the mid section, in a palm like fashion. The power mainly held within the velocity. His fighting style as used once before used the powerful shock wave system the dragon created. Called the Dragons Palm. Though it was derived in two states. The first was the physical which gave off their use of tremendous power making it so strong to a point they could strike down people twice their size. The second part normally remained hidden but was known for its spiritual usage. Landing a hit would be nothing if not guaranteed though his hand making contact would not exactly what did the damage, but he would still be further sending the male flying through the air and into whatever sort of ground there could possibly be to stand on. Breaking the spine is what he aimed for as in hitting his head spun further sending a much much stronger shock wave unlike earlier. Which not only pushed him away this time if he were to somehow to manage a dodge but it released the shock wave so violently in fact he could a normal human and some demons in half with it alone. Meaning it held enough power on its own to further damage the male if his hand made no connection. That was part one to spiritual part. Though the compliments with each other. They held one more secret to them. Though the fact still remained if his body somehow survived which he didn't doubt and was still able to stand. It would show he was truly one powerful warrior. Though his Shinigami Eyes the male's movements seemed as if they went past him. All of a sudden it hit Seth, this person is behind him and he didn't see it right off the back. His Shinigami Eyes let go a little during the attack and he wasn't able to see that level of speed. Quickly he reacted, he wasn't sure if his foe went behind him or not but basic battle tactic would be to move right now just in case. He forced nightmare darkness into the symbol under his feet, which would move him to the one that had a good distance from the set he was near. Little did he know that the male WAS behind him and attacking. Him behind as close as he was to Seth was also warped on the symbol. Seth's eyes widen as he is hit on the lower back by his opponent. He coughed up a little black blood as his head was tilted back. This blood was thick and hit the ground making small sound, which seemed to as if echo though out the realm. Thoughts raced though his head, "What is he hitting me with? Where did this sudden speed come from? Am I hurt?!?!" Right from where the person's fist was hitting his back, a large explosion of shadows and nightmare darkness which would engulf and rip his skin to shreds if he let this hit him. Even if he moved and the nightmare darkness even as much as touched an open piece of the males body, say under a finger nail, a cut, eye, nose, etc... This wasn't an attack, this was his body's reaction from that attack. This caused his body to extremely be shocked. Once the blast was past he would explode into shadows and vanishing into air only leaving a few words lingering in the air. "Have fun with my minion."
The large purple soul that was flying high above them exploded sending soul vibrations though out the air. These vibrations could cause internal bleeding to any that heard. Lucky for the male below he was too high for the male to hear. Inside the shadows was a skeleton wearing a formal jacket, dress pants, fancy shoes, scarf, and an old hat like the ones you would see on Mafia in the old movies, all of his clothes was black but had small white strips running down it. He had his arms out as if he was a man hung on a cross. He slowly lowered till he was on the ground and five meters from the foe. He looked at this male though his eye sockets. This was no normal skeleton as his bones were stronger and he was also a very magical one. He held up both of his hands which ignited in flames. He threw both the flames at the male but when they were two meters away one of the flames would vanish and appear coming from the other direction at the same distance.



“Azen what now. . .?”

“. . .I don't know anymore. . .”

“. . .I see. ..”


His hit had made contact as he had wanted. In hitting the male in the back he exerted his energy into his back. The effects to him would be dangerous though. The physical part looked as if it might have broken his back in deed but he couldn't truly tell, the energy that had spread among his arm simply remained as the scales dropped off with the energy simply to regrow to replace the damaged ones contaminated with the dark energy. He began walking towards the male. His blades still in hand as he looked around. A simple summon is what he looked like. He wasted no time vanished again reappearing in front of the summoned creature. His eyes locked to its barren face... “Please. . .Give up. . ." His blades simply stayed in his hand as he felt the attacks coming from behind. He watched prior as he shot them off and they two vanished to go into other directions as if to remain hidden. This could not fool him in the end. He simply stared at the being simply wondering what it would try to do. Though his foot moved forward flickering. The next move would cause instant destruction. In his flicker his blades found themselves shifting among each other. In the shape of a cross until he let them rest at his sides. His eyes looking back as if not wanting to strike the creature at all. He simply moved past it. Though he had something hidden. The male was still as determined as he was moments ago. His power no longer dropped no increased. It remained where it was until further used. For now he saw no use. ". . .I do not want to kill you. . ."
The minion raised his left hand as the whole realm ignited in flames. The temperature around them would rise to 950 degrees. He could withstand the heat as fire was his main element and he was very immune to it. The flames started to turn into the form of a large snake that then went flying at the male in an attempt to burn him alive. The summon just stood there and watched as he was controlling this simple spell.
Seth was in the Shadow Realms as he was recovering from that last attack he took along with getting some of his energy back. He would be safe there until his summon was gone. He was able to watch the fight as it went along and give some of his powers to the skeleton minion if need but he didn't plan on it. That would ruin the point he came here in the first place....to recover.
If the attack was to miss the skeleton would lower his hand and stand there never saying a word to the male.



“. . .where is he now. .I can barely sense him. . .

“He’s off healing, problem is, his power is low. . .he won't have to much left even if his health is at its peak.”

“The longer he waits, the more it’s going to hurt when he finally feels my power.”

[Zeth Zatachi]

Chapter Four Continued...

The male looked as he swung his blades making the seal his placed on the beast chest and back activate. A special seal only he knew it could break a person’s energy flow due to the fact that this seal was not made with energy. It was made with slashes weak ones at that barely enough to do anything much to the skin. The energy of water and lightning enhanced this feeling up these marks making the cross shaped design among the chest. The two step strike he used with his speed and the flicker of his foot is where it began. Seeing as how the thing didn't stand down at all. ". . . forgive me. . .:
The seal he placed would destroy two areas where energy flowed through most. The chest and stomach cavities. These areas made using any type of energy for any beast or person virtually impossible. One more strike came rapidly to the mid back as he spun directly after the seal appeared. Destroying the being. If it could heal whatever allowed it to be able to do so would be countered by the flow being unable to make itself go though its body. A simply technique used to get rid of pests that got in the way. The only way to break the seal was to have someone extract the lightning and water within it. Though they had to be able to use both of them for they had been merged into one energy force that radiated as simple bright light. Acting as a seal with truthfully he literally destroyed the areas the areas where energy flowed most through the body. ". . .when will this end. . ." The skeleton's body reacted negative to the seal and simply exploded into dust, the dust was toxic and would harm the lungs of anyone or anything within two and half meters. Once he was gone Seth felt the push of his realm pulling him back, urging for him to come and kill the man stopping chaos. He says quietly to himself, "Maybe...I tried to take this to fast...I shouldn't have hit all my fictions and three stages so soon...should have timed it all better...too late now..." Seth stood up as he exploded into shadows once more. He appears 50 meters from the male he is fighting, "Time to show one of my world's powers....True Nightmare!" All around the male he would see his worst nightmares, his biggest fears, and his worst memories. This was a metal attack, if his foe gave into the nightmare around him then he could go insane but that is always a high risk when one is surrounded by the things they fear. The things he sees would not be real but only seem like they are, they couldn't physically hurt him. Seth hoped this worked, he didn't want to kill such a fighter, he would rather make him go insane so that he will cause more chaos among the worlds. He smiled at the thought. Once the realm's power was activated and going Seth raised his hands into the air, "Hell on Earth." A extremely large ball which was 100 meters wide and 100 meters tall would come down right on his foe, the ball's middle directly aimed on the male, Seth would barely miss getting hit by this ball of pure evil. This attack was the created by "Fate", Seth's father, the monster that created him. He sighed as he saw this evil magic he has been cursed with, the thoughts cross his head once more, "Why couldn't I just be born a normal Shinigami and not a False Reality Shinigami..." The ball was made of pure darkness, the hate of all the people in the world, Seth laced it with nightmare darkness so if his opponent tried to absorb it then he would be able to control his soul. Seth hoped with the True Nightmare going that his foe wouldn't even be able to see or sense this attack as he would be distracted by the nightmares and would end up getting obliterate. If the attack was to fail then Seth would stand there in a defense position waiting for something to happen.

“. . . This is still dragging out how can we end this. . .”

“. . .calm down Azen. I can win now.”

“Why so confident. . .?”

“The effects of the Dragons Palm should be setting in now.”


In defeating the summon as quickly as he planned began to rush towards his energy until he saw the nightmares. His fears rushing around him. The death of his allied before his very eyes. Though this did nothing to him. These very images became the embryo of himself but stood in front of him in a darker form. The only thing he ever feared was to be used in the destruction of others rather than what he loved, which was to protect. The image lifted its blade and Beta would seemingly hug the image. For the image was not him. But his other half. The darker half created by his father. The legend of the four constellations plagued with a fifth. Being the chosen one it matched him over the others. The darker half named "Eta" the version after him. The image knew his pain, it knew his every memory as they lived almost as one being split in half. The darker half would simply vanish, the way to escape ones nightmare was to deny it access to strike fear into a person’s heart and his had never been tainted with it since his younger days. The dragon within him surging energy within him as the levels dropped and jumped up the aura showing thing this process.". . .Betikio. . .it’s going to be alright. . . I swear it to you . . ."
In escaping the nightmare he looked up to see something falling. A rather large flame. He vanished appearing behind his opponent. His back to his own. His eyes trailing back as if to watch the reaction he would cause. In passing the wind would let loose strikes of air meant to strike the body. He was beyond streaking physically. He knew he would be seen through his eyes. Then the second part of things were about to come down within the fight. That strike he landed earlier would finally come into effect. The pressure he forced in attacks the nerves, being he struck him in the back is where he would feel it most. Since the spiritual power put in it greatly affected that portion of the body. In being hit physically he felt pain that exact moment, but in being he was hit spiritually it waited to play out its effects. As he had further hinted to Azen that later it would exact its full damage. For the exertion of energy still remained in the muscles, with lightning further added from the aura. He suspected the lightning might be absorbed but followed suit anyway in his tactic. Knowing that after time even if the male healed the more he lowered his energy the worse the pain would be. ". . .you should be feeling the effects of my attack earlier now. . ."
Without time passed and enough energy used what the male would feel would be something unheard of all at once. Enough to bring even the greatest monsters to their knees. Though killing him wasn't truly his goal yet this match played itself out in that fashion. The nightmare would be so broken and become another false reality shattered at his feet. Leaving the male to succumb to his own nightmare. ". . .Forgive me. . .but this must end now. . ."
These effects would make movement and flexibility extremely difficult and even if he could do it, he would feel mass pain within his spinal column. His strikes now were going be from the inside. He brought his foot up, out and round forcing it towards the male’s lower back in a powerful roundhouse kick. Blocking such would be just about impossible at this point. Movement would be slowed, reflexes died down, reaction time greatly decreased, even if his eyes could keep up, what was the use if one could not simply keep up. To simply put it, just standing could cause him great pain, making it much easier to catch one off guard. That was known as the Dragons Palm derived from the palm of cinnabar and further enhanced by inhuman power. The power put into his kick just enough to put him under his own flame to be left among it be burned to whatever extent. Simply walking off as it crash landed on him. Surely bringing the fight to a close.
As the kick came at Seth his body hit a natural power, the power that created him and made him the messed up being he is, his body turned into an actual shadow and the kick went right though him. He turn to face the male but he blew away in the wind which wasn't there. The realm around his foe was no longer just an empty darkness, it was now a desert full of people and demons fighting each other. The male was standing in the dead middle of this 'war', which was in the middle of a set of standing stones, known as Raven's Gate. In every direction there were humans trying to stop the demons as they were appearing out of thin air, Raven's Gate was 'open'. To the north the male would be able to see a tower with a glass wall on the top floor, the tower looked like a large one you would see in New York, about 40 or 50 floors. In the window you could see a small plasma ball moving and morphing into other shapes such as pentagrams and squares. To the west was another tower almost the exact same, but in the window of that one was what looked like an endless amount of chains, always moving around in there. To the east there was another tower like the other two, in the window there was just darkness, endless darkness, the shadows themselves there looked to be moving. This was a half illusion half physical spell, used as Seth's last resort and he has only used it once before on the man who created him. It was the seal of False Reality, based on what the male has learned about the Shinigami would be the decider of his Fate, as two of the three towers were traps which would seal a person’s body, soul, and mind. The seal was not a long term thing but it was too powerful to break though, if someone was to be trapped in one of the two seals then they would spend about ten years sealed away, being sealed for that long sometimes makes people stronger, or insane. Seth is behind one of the three windows, waiting and hoping. This was his last resort, he needed this man to be gone, now. If the male looked south he would see endless desert and endless masses of humans and demons brawling it out. Once he stepped outside the gate in anyone direction he would instantly be warped to the window he has picked, or he will go south towards the war and desert, which will send him to some random world away from the world the fight between him and Seth started on, a safe heaven. This was the true meaning of False Reality.

“. . .what the. . .hell. . .”

“Move. . . .”

“But what if it’s a trap Azen?”

“JUST MOVE.”


In a moment like this one could only think, what would he do if things here may have meant life or death. Would he move, would he lay down and die, would he run away, or would he stand up and do what he felt was the best choice. For him, he knew, that was only one thing, his heart could decide.
The yelling made him want to step forward though he remained uneasy in which way to go. Four directions. Should he run back who knew what could happen to the world if he simply fought off the summons. He sighed as he looked in each other direction. Who knew what each might hold. One of them held a seal he could tell that much. Or maybe they were all traps, or maybe he just wanted to live another day. This emotion annoyed him. He needed to get back soon, he felt it, or the world would possibly end. His foot jerked as if to move. Trembling as if he were a scared child. His head hang low. Bright green eyes glaring through the darkness that merged with his long raven colored locks. He wanted to move but could not bring himself to do so. Something in his mind telling him not to, just to go protect what he loved as his parents told him too, but what if this was the way to do so. It may be hard, but it had to be done.

“What DID I SAY?”

“I can't!”

JUST DO IT BETA. MOVE”


His hand gripped to his chest as the thumping grew more and more. He calmed himself and rushed forward, though reluctant he knew he could not turn back. Everything vanished and all his eyes laid upon was the building ahead. He jumped high as both blades were clenched at their tightest. As if his hands would bleed if he gripped any tighter. All the more sowing the intensity in the moment ad hand. He let out a battle cry that rivals that of his father’s as the image of his aura took shape his blades amp-ed with three parts to the full amount of what power from the aura he had left. His body descended his blade striking through the top of the window like are and then slashing through horizontally as quick as one went through the other would slide through all the same as if to leave the mark of a cross. He would then vanish appearing at the ground, his blades sheathed and his hand at his pockets. Lights striking through the window and the rest of the tower. As if would collapse any second. He stepped forward again as if to walks into the infinite darkness.". . .I guess. . .it’s over. . .you know what they say. . .move forward. . ."
As the male came towards the window ready to make his attack, the glass vanished and opened up to the things that was inside. Since he picked north there was a small light blue plasma ball floating there, when the male got there instead of turning to Seth like it would have if he picked the right tower, it allowed him to come right into it as it attached itself to his right shoulder, not by his skin but by his very life force. He would then be sucked inside the ball as if it was a black hole. The male would feel no pain nor would he have any memory of ever entering this seal. Once he was sealed away the ball exploded like a large bomb causing the tower to collapse. The tower that had chains inside then collapsed, leaving the one which held moving shadows inside. The window on it vanished as Seth stepped to the edge and the shadows flooded out into the world then turning to nightmare darkness. It destroyed everything that was there once again he was back in the realm of nightmare. He sighed as he thought of the male he just encountered, he said aloud, "What a shame to let such a great person, who would stand against a Shinigami to protect what he believes in..." he thinks to himself, "I have never fought a person who wasn't trying to kill me for themselves, to be known as the person to kill the False Reality Shinigami....this man was fighting to save this world..even though when I got here it was nothing but an island and endless sea as it seemed..." He closed his eyes, "I can't let a man like that vanish from the worlds, he is just and right." He smiles.
After a few seconds of thinking Seth puts his hands out as the realm of nightmare's gateway opens again and sucks itself back inside it. Once again he was standing on the sandy beach, though he couldn't bring back the moon there was now a bright sun blazing. Seth assumed it was around 80 degrees out here. He thought to himself, "This planet is now to be known as The Sea of the Never Dying Dragon." He smiled remembering that large water dragon coming at him, the mist, and such like that. It was clear the male was a water user. He put his right hand out as he turned back into normal and a blue plasma ball formed in his hand. "Good bye." He forced energy into it as it flew away from this world and to some other, he didn't mind which just anyone of them. Once it made it to another one it would explode releasing the male. Seth then turned and walked into his own shadow, gone from this world forever. The Sea of the Never Dying Dragon. Released From The Realm of Nightmare. That sinking feeling took ever as Azen found himself within a void. As he thought he was put within a trap. Cursing his luck. He spoke his mind as he vanished within the void. As if falling into a deep sleep and an endless sea of darkness, existing within a mere void of where he existed. He closed his eyes until he woke up, within the lands where it all started. He looked around until he heard the voice of the male. The named seemed to go well with who he was. He looked at the skies as he covered his eyes, hiding back his sorrow. In a way he felt he has lost. He gritted his teeth in anger pounding the sand with his fist. He stood up and looked around. After the male left he walked to the water and feel among them. Letting himself float there. Simply looking to the sky as he sunk down. The proud father of an idealist being the waters sucked him down. With then grasp of a dragon like himself. He was carried off. Luckily for him, he could breathe. His scales feel off, his tail and wings sucking back into his body. Wound healing, body simply resting.

". . . Azen. . .I failed. . .I'm. . .sorry. . ."

~Don't be sorry. . .you protected the world. . .rest now . . .you deserve it. . .~

~. . .I will train. . .harder. . .I promise you. . .~

~Couldn't ask for anything more. I am glad to be your guide. Now rest child.~

~. . .understood. . .~


The world faded as Seth was brought back from the memory, now looking forward seeing Vertenta. “Seth that was Azen a day will come when you have to live that part of your life. That was real which you saw, it was the future. Remember though the future isn't written in stone, the concept is true you will run into him under hostile circumstances. If you live or die that day could change. Now you must train and become what you have been foreseen to be. For now sleep boy, you are about to lose yourself for a while.”

[Zeth Zatachi]

Chapter Five


Fate was leaning against a pine tree on the opposite side of the highway. His dark blue clothing not visible in the night moon. Speaking to himself, “Vertenta is trying to turn him against me... It is needed that I now influence him to my side using the knowledge I know about his mind, he can't ignore chaos nor simply say 'No' to power.” The three walk off into the distance and away from Fate's view.
He takes a step in their direction, but only vanishes among the shadows. When the shadows were gone and he could see clearly, he was standing in an open section of the woods. It made a circle all the way around perfectly. Ten feet in both directions, directly a few feet in front of him stood a teen, most likely he was about seventeen, the boy had a complex skin tone that was tan and light at the same time. His hair was blonde and short, eyes bluer than the open ocean. He was wearing an average brown and white striped shirt with blue jeans and some black and yellow snickers.
With a deep calm tone he spoke, “Hello, I am the hired hands, you requested for me to meet you here?” Fate was pleased as he could see this boy's power and he was only but a human. “Darren, I need you to keep an eye on Seth. When I give the signal you are to challenge him to a fight and win. Okay?” Darren said yes of course, for this he was getting the freedom from his other self.
Fate nodded in pleasure and walked away leaving Darren there, he had things to take care of elsewhere. Darren watched him leave then with ease jumped up to a five foot tree branch which looked like it wouldn’t be able to hold him. It did. He went jumping from branch to branch, tree to tree, he was looking for Seth and the others.
Vertenta and Shadow Shift were showing Seth how to fight hand to hand, they walked all the way to the end of the woods where there was about 40 feet open between the woods and a cliff. Vertenta was showing defense and Shadow offense. “Now Seth watch as I do a counter on his offense.”
Shadow swings a hard left hook with quick speed. One of his punches could break through a tree, which Seth noticed when he stepped on a throne bush back in the woods. Vertenta leaned down to his left and kicked forward from the ground which made him go under the right hook. He slams his right hand onto Shadow's back pushing him while bring his right leg in a swing to the left, thus hitting him in the stomach knocking the air out of him as he fell to the ground hard.
“See Seth, I easily took down Shadow with speed swiftly plus that left hook was a little careless. Now onto your biggest weapon on the field, your shadows. It uncommon for Shinigami to have control over shadows, it is very rare for them to be one with the shadows. You, Seth, are very rare. If you haven't guessed already, you have no heart, but you do have a spirit core. Your spirit core is special, it’s made of shadows. What many people don't understand is shadows have no weakness, people think light is its weakness. They are wrong, with every light comes a shadow.”
“You except me to take in too much at once, you know that? So technically I am the living dead...there goes ever getting a girlfriend for sure...” Seth sighs looking over to the wood's line, “There is someone coming...I can feel them walking.” The other two exchanged surprised looks followed by a short conversation though telepathy. Darren came out from woods with a grin on his face, one arm raised behind head scratching at his hair, “Hello, My name is Darren and I am a human demon hunter for hire. I was sent to take out one of you demons. So, can the one named Seth step forward?”Both Vertenta and Shadow Shift pointed him out with curious looks on their faces.
Darren laughed, “So the great Vertenta and clever little Shadow Shift give out who the boy is that fast? Pity I expected more, no matter what I will have to kill each of you three while I have the chance.” He looks at Seth for a long while before taking a step forward, “You mostly…I am told so much of what you’re supposed to do in the near future…Fate has told me much, yes very much.” With a frown Vertenta stepped into the conversation, “Young Darren, Fate fills your mind with lies, he is a rouge Shinigami who created Seth to do what he is supposed. I am training the young kid to go against his design and help take out Fate. This offer is one time only, would you like to side with the real good demons and help take out the man who wishes to take over the world and kill humanity?”
“I wish to believe you…I do actually, I knew something was strange about that Fate man. Damn! I should have noticed while I was with him and should have run my daggers though his fucking cold heart!” Shadow and Vertenta laughed at the male’s short rant before Shadow spoke calmly, “Fate would have taken you out in one blow, yes it’s true that he was exiled from the Shinigami world and no longer is a phoenix immortal, same as Seth as he was created out of it, but that doesn’t make either of them easily to kill,” he glances to Seth, “well at least overall anyways.”
Vertenta was still laughing lightly as he turned his attention back to the matter at hand, “Seth, Darren, Shadow, last night I had a prophecy that came to me showing me the path to defeating Fate once and for all. Seth you play the main role, sadly Shadow you aren’t even in the mix as I hoped. It seems when I am around those four that are they seem to give off an aura.” He glanced at Seth and Darren, “Darren, you give off this aura like Seth…but that still leaves two more that you two must meet and sway to help you. The next one that you will encounter is a female, human is all I know. Last one is also a human surprisingly, not like the first though this one will be a male, but has been strongly lost in the supernatural worlds. The last I can tell you is for you both to head to Connecticut.” He nods to Shadow as they walk away into the woods vanishing from eye view leaving Darren and Seth alone.
Darren turns to Seth, “Do you have a car by any chance?” Seth told him about the RX-7 on the way back to it, turns out Darren shared a Mazda interest with Seth. Once back in the car, Seth driving again forward on the seemingly endless highway, Darren pointed forward, “Did you know this road leads from Texas to New Jersey? Going right though Connecticut?” With a laugh and roll of eyes Seth replied, “Ironic.”

Chapter Six



“Angel, do you know the answer?” The girl picked her head up from the desk looking at the male teacher speaking to her to answer in her soft sweet tone, “Sir, I am 15 and really don’t care about Algebra II, may I be excused to use the restroom?” After getting the okay from Mr. Mets she stood and slowly exited the room, walking down the halls to the bathroom.
She walked out the stall up to the large mirror that covers the bright pink colored brick wall with the sinks. Reaching in her small black purse she withdrew a blue brush running it though her long brown straight hair. Putting the brush away, she then examined herself over with her sea blue hues, “I love this shirt hehe” she pulls down on the bottom of her brown t-shirt looking at the design’s box that goes around her almost D breast with the letters, “OMG” inside. Her skinny blue jeans hug to her legs as she walked out finishing up by putting some light red lipstick on her soft pink lips.
Twenty minutes later the bell rung signaling that fourth block was over and so was school. She left into the hall and started to walk in the direction for the student parking lot, her boyfriend was bringing her to the movies tonight with two of his friends. A girl came running towards her cheerfully, her hair was red and long, medium green eyes, along with her slender body with humps slightly smaller than Angel’s, “Hey there, Yates.” She smiled looking at Angel, “Please Susan, no calling me by my last name.” Angel pouted out playfully as they exited the doors to find a man embracing her, she could tell right off the back it was her boyfriend, “Hey my sexy Cody.” He smiled pulling away from her responding and walking her to his black 1989 pin striped charger. His friends were in the back smiling wide.
About ten minutes into riding across the back roads they were out of the main city and onto a kinda barely known highway. “Cody…where are we going? I have never seen anyone take this way to the cinema.” With a smile he answered, a tent of ambition was coming though in his tone, “Oh love this is a shortcut, you never been this way?” She shrugged looking out the window seeing a large red barn, it looked spooky and she was glad she wasn’t going there.
Her eyes widened as the car started turning onto the same lot as the barn, “What are you doing?!” Turning to Cody her eyes showed anger, “I don’t like barns and I doubt there are any movies playing inside there!” He laughed, “Get out the car.” She did as she was told, followed by the friends and Cody. He led the way to the barn door, Angel close behind him and the friends stalking her shadow. Opening the door her jaw dropped, the walls were white along with the painted wooden floor and roof. Not only painted but stained with red, blood red. The whole place was empty outside of the straps hanging from the roof in the middle of the room with some poles with wrist bands connected to them at the top’s side. They were only about a foot or two high and the straps were about three and a half feet away from the ground.
“I have a change of plans for us all today, Angel. Instead of watching movies, we are going to listen to you scream.” The two males behind her grabbed her arms bringing her by force to the straps. She tried to fight back but they were all jocks and she was nothing but a wimpy little white girl. One of the males kicked her knees from the back knocking her on the ground putting her right wrist into the band on the pole strapping it in tight and doing the same with the right ankle in the other. The other male took her left limbs doing the same with the suspended straps.
Tears were flowing from her eyes, she was crying past the point of ‘waterfalls’. She didn’t know exactly what they were going to do, but by the stains in this barn she didn’t like the ideas that came to her mind. Pulling against the straps was pointless, her arms spread from each other raised above her head, legs spread wide apart, and her body was suspended at waist height on the average male. There was a reason.
Cody came to her with a large knife cutting though her shirt and red bra along with her red panties and skinny jeans. A sudden realization hit her as she screamed. The boys laughed aloud one of the friends explaining, “Didn’t you look when we were driving here? No one comes this way you can scream all you want, in fact we prefer you do!” They laugh some more before Cody puts the knife on the ground some ways away.
They walk up to her, Cody was standing in front of her body at the lower region, one friend was standing also near the lower region but was behind her, the other friend was standing in front of her face. She screamed once more louder, she was also running out of tears. The males dropped their pants and boxers. What came next was the commitment of one of the seven deadly sins, not the fact it was rape, but the fact in the act itself.
The males withdrew from their sinful way and left after thirty minutes. Angel’s eyes were then staring at the wall ahead of her as she heard the barn door close behind her, her body hurt, her mouth was filled with an awful taste, and her body was dripping spermatozoon from two places. Her mind was filled with thoughts, mostly the questions anyone would ask in this situation, “Why?” and “Why me?”
She heard the barn door open slowly and close. Her eyes widened as she thought this was them coming to finish her off making her a new blood stain on these walls. She heard some light footsteps followed by cold fingers running across her side, she was too scared to look behind her fearing to see a knife coming to her neck.
“Oh aren’t you in a sticky pickle, or is that the other way around?” Kasuma walks around to the front of the girl smiling as she sat down to look Angel in the face. “Don’t be afraid, I am not with those boys. Actually, those mean males are having a smoke break it seems. Also, when they come back in it’s to kill you.” She smiles poking Angel on the cheek, “So as you seem to shocked to speak, shake your head yes or no to my deal, please. Here it is, I will let you live a new after your death and your virginity that was so wrongly stolen from you will be renewed along with your body. In return, I request you kill the boy who gives you the body I have condemned him to give to your soul. Deal?” Angel didn’t know exactly what this girl was speaking of, but it sounded nice. She nodded accepting it. “Good, and by the way, if you fail to do this your soul will lose emotion.”
On the last note the girl’s body turned to dust and fell to the ground blowing away slightly as a breeze went throughout the barn. Hearing the door open once more she knew it was them. It was, not Cody, but the other two. They walked up with large meat cleavers starting to cut large gashes into her body as she screamed out in pain. Cody was leaning against the charger outside waiting for the boys to finish; he had a weak stomach and couldn’t take all the bloodshed.
An hour later they left leaving her unstrapped on the ground bleeding out from the exact 101 deep cuts. She could see darkness wrapping around her, a blurred image of the girl from before leaning down to her face and the feeling of lips against hers was the last thing she could remember before passing to the other side. Her pulse was still there, but only thanks to Kasuma. The pulse was to light to live with and would only last long enough for her son to get here with the new body.