Gender •
Female Location • wandering through a mental labyrinth of insanity Member Since • 2003-12-07 Occupation • pyro
Personal
Achievements • being annoying and crazy Anime Fan Since • since I was 7 Favorite Anime • Case Closed Goals • to take over the world Hobbies • it's more like sadistic goals Talents • writing
Hello everyone my name is Chibi Pyro Duo, just call me Duo because that
name is a mouthful. I just started getting into drawing you can blame
Karumichan, and I'm mostly a writer so if you have story ideas PM me.
Update
Okay quick side note Phantom came out yesterday and I'm siked ^^ Go Phantom. I could probally go on a rant all day. But I've got a story for you all. Everyone cheer.
Good and Evil?
By: Chibi Pyro Duo
I finally see this scoundrel face to face. Face to face we meet, ready to end this battle that we have procrastinated for over 1,000 years. Dark and Light, we clash, as Night and Day do but none ever wins like the Sun and the Moon. Today is the final battle and I will be the only one to emerge: victorious or not.
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I swished my dun cloak off, taking a fighting position with my wooden staff –which contrasted well with his motley coat and metal sword. We starred at each other for a while, both our weapons gathering our individual brand of magic. The darkness surrounded me, the darkness consumed me, the darkness comforted me. He starred at me with the light, his heart went out to me shining light, he radiated with the light.
I raised my staff high above my head, the dark empty glow of my magic surrounded it, while my adversary simply lowered his sword, but it pulsed with the full life of the light. My anger accrues as I saw the harbinger of this light walk forward to me.
He stood there in his supreme equanimity, “Erebus, we do not need to fight. This battle may be done at a later time, or not at all. Please I am pleading with you, do not try to end the battle like this.”
I hope he could feel the hate in my eye, the reprobation. My hate feed my staff energy, thriving on my hatred of this bearer of light. His golden image shone in the darkness of the night, it shone like a lighting bolt, shocking and evanescent. (The perfect picture of a man.)
Pleading again he advanced, “These are no longer antediluvian times, you and I may have an alliance.”
I smirked, your clever tricks will not work this time around Mithras, “You think you’re debonair, gaining the trust of the people. They are only on your side for now. We will see who they flock to after this battle!” He lowered his eyes from mine.
“Please come back to me..” My fangs appeared from a feeling of provocative, “We two will always continue to be fighting a sedentary war.”
“Keeping your purpose covert is the reason this war escalated so high.” I spat, “Our existing at all is purely fortuitous,” You are just an imperious tyrant, to blind to see the problems of his people. “You will never be anything! You will fall, and be trapped in the darkness, a darkness I do not control, a darkness were none of your little rays of sunshine can reach.” I yelled in an invective tone.
He winced at these insults, and I made a mental annotation of his apparent weakness, he could not be afraid of the dark. If he was, well I had another advantage.
“Let us begin then.” I spun my staff around and struck. He brought his sword up blocking my hate filled swipe. His empathetic eyes swallowed me up, until I could not take it anymore, “DIE!” I jabbed my weapon into his stomach. He took the blow head-on and he flew backwards, flying, flailing over the fallen statue. He got up and struck back, putting real anger into it this time.
In my head I flashed a thankful expression, he was meeting my demands of a true battle. A true last battle for us. He brought his sorrow-filled sword down again, drawing the first blood of what would be an epic battle. I struck his non-sword arm, and heard a thunderous crack of a bone. Smirking at my victory I still saw some light in his eye.
The playground for the two deities stood in a state of bedlam, he lowered his sword and turned his back to me, “Erebus, I do not want to cast this spell.”
I starred at him in puzzlement, “What spell?”
“Le Acheron.”
I felt myself pale, that spell was the most deadly in his arsenal of recondite knowledge of the holy arts.
“Naming that spell seems to be efficacious upon your confidence.”
I glared at him, “You would not dare! Using that spell will destroy us both.”
Mithrus glanced at me, giving me a loving expression, “You have missed the gist of sacrifice then?”
If his intentions are to sacrifice himself for his people it will be munificent. But his intentions cannot be inimical.
He raised his holy sword Cyprus into the air, the pulsing light of glory, honor, and truth gathered around the sword. “NO!” I yelled, I tried to get up, but I was weighed down by the slash I had in my leg from the same sword, “Mithrus you know that spell will destroy us both! You are willing to sacrifice yourself?” His eyes looked upon me with love, “THEN WHAT IS THE POINT OF VICTORY?!” I yelled back.
Those loving eyes never stopped gazing upon me. The light exploded from the sword first destroyed Mithrus. Time slowed down and a cleansing light flooded over me. It warmed me and filled me, not like the warmth of my loving darkness, but it cuddled me into it’s warmth like a lover and not a mother. My eyes wandering to the burned body of him. Thank you, you were right, this gift this death is gratuitous.
Hello everyone my name is Chibi Pyro Duo, just call me Duo because that
name is a mouthful. I just started getting into drawing you can blame
Karumichan, and I'm mostly a writer so if you have story ideas PM me.