All right guys, it's time for Jonathan to show off something of his own. He will open a portal to the Abyss, the Dark Dimension.
BTW, Purity, 18 wings?! Isn't that a bit... too much?
Editing in progress.
The Reaper stared at Jonathan, its skeletal jaws agape. In all those years of its immortal life, the Reaper had never seen anything like what his opponent had just done. Seemingly, he opened a portal into the Abyss, the Dimension of Darkness... "
Wha... What are you?!" The Reaper rasped, its voice hollow.
"
What am I?" Jonathan sneered. "
My very name will terrify you to the depths of your soul. I am-"
Just as Jonathan was about to utter the phrase that would instill horror into the Reaper's mind, he was suddenly blinded by a brilliant white and golden light. His head snapped up, and he saw Xanriel. But he was no longer the Xanriel Jonathan once knew. He was now clad in an armor of pristine, metallic white, with a radiant halo on top of his head; nine pairs of magnificent golden wings fanned out behind his back. The light emanating from Xanriel was so pure, and so bright, that it was like staring directly into the center of the Sun itself.
Then, Xanriel spoke. "
Denizens of Death! Hear me! You face the might of masters beyond your comprehension, of the warriors of old. I speak with the wisdom of the Master of Light, Chamuel." Then, he turned toward someone else, a strange creature of Fire that resembled a mixture of a Lava Golem and a Ruby Dragon; Jonathan had been so preoccupied with the Reaper that he did not even notice the presence of the strange golem. "
Here before you stand the Masters of Fire," Xanriel pointed at the golem. "
Aether," he pointed to Heimdall. "
Darkness, Earth, Entropy, Life, and Water!" He pointed at Jonathan, Dorfl, Max, Zanthos, and Sirenes. "
I will not ask you to run, and I will not ask you to turn, because I know you serve a corrupted False God. I mourn for your souls, and we will release them."
For a moment, Jonathan's eyes widened in astonishment. Then, slowly, a wicked grin appeared on his masked face; sanguine flames leaked out of his mouth when he spoke. "
Chamuel, eh?" Jonathan chuckled. Then he glanced around his companions, and remembered their names in their past lives. "
You all came back, old bastards." Jonathan turned toward the Reaper, with a vicious smile that would surely strike despair in its soul. "
I am Bloodshadow, Master of Darkness. Fear me."
Suddenly, the Reaper began to laugh. A demented laughter that was mirthless and without a trace of sanity. "
THE ELEMENTAL MASTERS?!" The Reaper continued its deranged laughter. "
YOU MUST BE JOKING! THOSE OLD GHOSTS, COMING BACK TO HAUNT US?!" Looking at Jonathan, the Reaper's glowing indigo eyes fluctuated with a crazed glow. "
VERY WELL THEN, MASTER OF DARKNESS! PREPARE TO RETURN TO ETERNAL SLUMBER ONCE AGAIN!" The Reaper's body twisted, and a pair of large skeletal wings erupted out of its back. Opening them wide, the Reaper rose into the sky, while gathering all of its remaining powers onto the blade of its scythe. It raised its scythe high above its head, and like some sort of grotesquely deformed bird it swooped down on the dark form of Jonathan/Bloodshadow.
Bloodshadow simply looked at the Reaper with pity. Holding up his blade Soul Eater toward the Reaper, he murmured a silent incantation. The sword blazed with dark energy like a black sun.
"血·刃·斷·空·斬"
Interlude:
The literal translation of the above attack is "blood blade sky-splitting slash". And as you'll see below, it will literally split the sky.
BTW, this is NOT finished.
Black. Complete, utter, pitch black, with streams of scarlet like veins of blood. It was like staring into the Abyss itself.
It took Kain a few moments to realize what he was looking at. It was a
rift in the sky. Jonathan's attack had opened a wound in the sky itself. Beyond that crack was a mass of writhing, terrifying, pure Darkness. Their shadowy tendrils seemed to reach out, trying to pull the entire world into the Abyss. Kain knew that anything that fell into the Abyss would instantly disintegrate, and be converted into the basic Darkness that formed the Dark Dimension.
As for the Reaper... It was nowhere to be seen. It had long ago been pulled into the Abyss, and reduced to nothing but darkness and shadows.
Kain shuddered. He now knew what Jonathan truly was - and he was now more glad than ever that Jonathan did not destroy him with his terrible powers during their duel. Jonathan was Darkness itself.
In the Necropolis, the center of the Dead Marsh, Morte sat in his gray skeletal throne. He looked up into the sky, at the gargantuan rift that opened a portal into the Abyss. A sense of foreboding was growing in the mind of the False God of Death.
"What is the matter, Lord Morte?"
Morte cast his eyes on the False Vampire kneeling before him. "It seems that your nephew has decided to pay me a visit, Mavros. Why don't you go and greet him?"
"Yes, my lord."
Done.
