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Another fic which will prob only be updated once a month because school.
A/N NOTES
1.As always, my fics start at the halfway point. It works bc the layout of ROS is similar.
2.Important to storyline- Kodya is able to use others' breaking points of those he possess- but only if their breaking point is already in motion.
CHAPTER 1: My Darkest Day
"Enemy, familiar friend.
My beginning and my end.
Broken truth, whispering lies;
And it hurts again."
-Red
Not this nightmare again. Gyrus knew how the dream would end; however the reoccurring vision continued like a memory.
He was some kind of archer. Bronze and brown bangs were sticking to his drenched face.
He could barley stand. His breathing was short and labored, and hurt with every inhale. He couldn't see out of his left eye. Whether it was from the blood or damage, he was uncertain.
Sweat and additional wounds were soaking his robe to a sanguineous red. His arms were aching and sore to the bone. His bow was drawn, the string was taut with a glowing green arrow- a failsafe. The incandescent light illuminated his terse features and thrummed with power.
It was locked on an ominous figure approaching him. The composed figure was shrouded by a cloak; The dark form took slow deliberate steps, unintimidated by his unspoken warning. Shadows clung to the man like a vice, and the darkness blotted the air around him, allowing no transparency. Cold, calculating, violet eyes regarded him, a silent threat of death reflecting in them. A chill rolled along Gyrus' spine at the glacial expression, making him shudder. He could feel the archer's fear, but the emotion was quickly swallowed by resolve.
Gyrus felt his hands were trembling from exhaustion, but his aim was true. One shot would be enough to expel the darkness and everything along with it- [-----] had made sure of it. Who, Gyrus could not pinpoint, even digging through the surface of his avatar's mind. All he could gather was that the person was very important to the archer.
Pure anguish sculpted his expression. "Don't make me do this."
"Pathetic." The words spoken were soft but echoed through the terrain like thunder. The undertones were sharper than a blade scraping on bare stone. A superimposed voice, a taunt of the former shell of his friend. As the deity approached, the air thickened with overwhelmingly oppressive energy. The temperature was beginning to plummet drastically.
Gyrus sharply inhaled and nearly staggered at the overbearing energy, gritting his teeth as the atmospheric pressure increased tenfold. His bow felt like an an anvil in his grip. The ground crumbled around the his opponent, creating a smaller crater. Cracks splintered the earth like ice, tunneling toward him.
His fingers were becoming numb, as if frostbite were beginning to seep in. Now his whole body was trembling from the unsettling cold that was permeating the air.
A solar eclipse painted the sun pitch black and the sky a lurid red. Dark clouds blended the surrounding atmosphere into a twilight overcast.
"Dammnit, [-----]." He cursed in a language that was familiar, but not one he ever recalled speaking. He couldn't hold on for much longer. There were voices in the background shouting indecipherable, meaningless noise. They were muffled and distant. Once again, Gyrus felt an overwhelming sense of hesitancy.
Behind a curtain of long green hair, Those intolerant purple eyes regarded him with a sick fascination. "A shame. I have foreseen it. You are a threat to our existence. It is beyond even our comprehension. But, it must be done."
He had a clear shot! He could take it and incapacitate his strange enemy...
His opponent did not share his disinclination to attack. A gloved hand slowly rose from underneath the cape, and green energy fizzled into existence, heating and expanding the air around it.
His strange enemy raised his hand to fire, and a movement behind the shadows caught Gyrus' vision.
A broken silhouette of a monster was inching its body away from a man-made singularity.
Most of its limbs were ripped off from the pull of gravity, but one limb after another the abomination persisted; digging its remaining pincers into the ground for dear life. A streak of blood was all that was left in his tenacious wake.
Damn it all to hell, the Cockroach King was still alive.
Bleeding out and fighting against the gravity of a back hole, but alive.
Gyrus summoned a different arrow. A brilliant bright blue one that made the surrounding shadows hiss in discomfort and recoil slightly from the light.
He couldn't feel his fingers.
With the last amount of his mana, the grotesque self-proclaimed king whistled an eerie tune- surely the last thing his foe would hear before his demise. He opened his mouth to begin his chorus when he was struck by a stray blue arrow in one of his mandibles.
The creature howled in fury, snapping his head over to where he knew his source of grief would be.
Gyrus met his gaze evenly, brows drawn together in disapproval and defiance, a condescending finality in his tight features. A familiar compound glow lit his eyes.
"Fool!" The king roared, his abhorrent contours dark.
Gyrus' expression softened and drew blank as his consciousness was severed from him. His salient blue eyes flickered to a close before he fell to the ground without any attempt to catch himself.
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I've corrected grammer as much as I could. If y'all have any questions later yall can ask but because of the plot I can only be so vague