Chapter 1: Re-arise
Part 1-1: The King, The Lord, and The Hatred.
"Hmmm." Vex knelt down in front of the cell, looking at the strange, quivering black mass. "Yep, he's definitely still ... alive. In some sense."
"That can be changed," Lord Nephian grunted, tapping the head of his hammer against the floor.
"Sadly not, seems. Don't waste your energy. He shouldn't be able to escape this," Vex replied, tapping idly against the thick, transparent partition.
"I don't trust our enemies to be weak, sir."
"Well he is. I'm sure of it. Hard to kill, but ultimately weak. Maybe if we study him in here we'll find out how to destroy him once and for all."
There was a long silence. Finally, an unsteady voice called out angrily. "Aaaauuuuugh!" Vex flung over backwards at the loud, angry sound, then quickly regained his wits and sat up again, watching the now violently throbbing, mildly shifting black mass. "... You cannot ... destroy hatred. ..."
"Oh? And is that what you think you are?" Vex replied.
"I'm ... close enough," the voice growled gutturally.
"You look more like a pile of shit on the floor!" Nephian barked.
The black mass emitted a truly beastly low snarl, drawn out over several several seconds. "And you look tasty. ..."
"What's that supposed to mean!?" Nephian pounded his hammer against the floor angrily.
"Calm down, Nephian," Vex replied. "He's not a very elaborate-thinking menace; I assume it means he quite literally wants to eat you."
The black mass practically jumped momentarily, churning awkwardly. "Nephian, is it? What weapon did you use ... before you were gifted that symbol of futility?"
"Irreverent, you ... you creature!" Nephian barked angrily.
"Don't let it anger you. That's--" Vex's words were cut off.
"Oh yes, that's how it wins! ... No, no. You'll see how I'll win. I will bring doom to every one of your lords. Even Nephian over there. ... And then I will bring doom to you, Vex."
Vex smirked and stood up, folding his arms. He looked down his nose at the unrelentingly hateful black glob, and said "You're powerless, and I'll tell you why: if you even leave your cell -- and that's assuming you can in the first place -- I'll destroy all that you hold dear." The room fell silent. The sickening black mass offered no response. At that, Vex turned sharply on his heels and walked away. "Come, Nephian. This is going nowhere."
In the now-empty room, the black mass shifted oddly, revealing the beginnings of an armored hand, and a strange, silvery plate of some sort. "Ehehehahaha. ... It takes more than death to stop me, you fools. ..."
Part 1-1: The King, The Lord, and The Hatred.
"Hmmm." Vex knelt down in front of the cell, looking at the strange, quivering black mass. "Yep, he's definitely still ... alive. In some sense."
"That can be changed," Lord Nephian grunted, tapping the head of his hammer against the floor.
"Sadly not, seems. Don't waste your energy. He shouldn't be able to escape this," Vex replied, tapping idly against the thick, transparent partition.
"I don't trust our enemies to be weak, sir."
"Well he is. I'm sure of it. Hard to kill, but ultimately weak. Maybe if we study him in here we'll find out how to destroy him once and for all."
There was a long silence. Finally, an unsteady voice called out angrily. "Aaaauuuuugh!" Vex flung over backwards at the loud, angry sound, then quickly regained his wits and sat up again, watching the now violently throbbing, mildly shifting black mass. "... You cannot ... destroy hatred. ..."
"Oh? And is that what you think you are?" Vex replied.
"I'm ... close enough," the voice growled gutturally.
"You look more like a pile of shit on the floor!" Nephian barked.
The black mass emitted a truly beastly low snarl, drawn out over several several seconds. "And you look tasty. ..."
"What's that supposed to mean!?" Nephian pounded his hammer against the floor angrily.
"Calm down, Nephian," Vex replied. "He's not a very elaborate-thinking menace; I assume it means he quite literally wants to eat you."
The black mass practically jumped momentarily, churning awkwardly. "Nephian, is it? What weapon did you use ... before you were gifted that symbol of futility?"
"Irreverent, you ... you creature!" Nephian barked angrily.
"Don't let it anger you. That's--" Vex's words were cut off.
"Oh yes, that's how it wins! ... No, no. You'll see how I'll win. I will bring doom to every one of your lords. Even Nephian over there. ... And then I will bring doom to you, Vex."
Vex smirked and stood up, folding his arms. He looked down his nose at the unrelentingly hateful black glob, and said "You're powerless, and I'll tell you why: if you even leave your cell -- and that's assuming you can in the first place -- I'll destroy all that you hold dear." The room fell silent. The sickening black mass offered no response. At that, Vex turned sharply on his heels and walked away. "Come, Nephian. This is going nowhere."
In the now-empty room, the black mass shifted oddly, revealing the beginnings of an armored hand, and a strange, silvery plate of some sort. "Ehehehahaha. ... It takes more than death to stop me, you fools. ..."