custodi della realta, part 10.2
The knight stood its ground as the Spider King charged forward, its massive mountain like legs tearing through the round, carving huge chunks of Reality out of the round and causing massive flows of fire to belch out in its wake. “I see that you no longer wish to fight with words, maybe I was wrong to challenge the great Puppet King. I knew your Master, as he was my son. have at thee!” the bloody knight charged and drew out the second great sword from his chest, the dents and scratches meaning little to the former king of his lands. “You shall see that I am not that easily defeated yon knave! Větší zatmění první slunce!” the knight shouted as his shadow shot from the ground and formed a black dragon with seven heads and fifteen arms. In each of its hands was a small meteor. ‘What is you bidding my master?’ the Black Dragon asked in a small and whispering voice. “You know as well as I do Frederick, this opponent, I fear shall not see the answer to the question I posed to him. Maybe you can smash his hardened soul, so that he may see the err of his ways.” the bloody knight said calmly as the Black Dragon flew into the air. The barriers on either side of the fight were weakening as the souls on either side were wary of the fight happening in the center. “Let us out! We crave the blood of our enemies!” they screamed and crowed and roared and bellowed. Thumping their chests with their fists, clanking swords against shield, and claw and scale. They watched the mighty Black Dragon, growing larger and larger with each hundred yards he rose until he eclipsed the door and the chasms sizes combined. ‘I shall do as you wish my master, and then I shall return to my slumber.’ the voice of the Dragon was a rumbling, beastly roar that had much force behind it. The bloody king nodded and the Black Dragon slung its cargo as the still stampeding Spider Puppet. The fifteen meteors struck with sickening explosions that spat fire and lightning outwards. The puppet’s shell cracked and twisted apart, legs shattered and huge chunks of the spider puppet flew off. “The knave still persists in persuit of his insane path?” the bloody knight questioned as he felt the Black Dragon return to its slumber inside of him. “Very well, větší zatmění Druhý měsíc!” the knight commanded, feeling anger build up inside of him. ’So you wish me to kill and render?’ a disturbed, psychotic voice whispered with a giggling menace, ‘How shall I rip and tear him apart?’ The bloody knight understood this emotion well. “Do as you wish slave. This man understands little, outside his own psychotic dillusions. Perchance you might enlighten him as to the end result of this mind set?” the knight said as he took a step backwards and a Red Demon of sickles, swords, clubs, chains, flails, and morning stars ripped out of the dark pool of blood that had formed underneath the knight. ’As you wish master!’ the Demon laughed and spun into a tornado of bloody destruction. ‘I’ll claim your soul as my dinner foolish mortal!” the Demon shrieked as the spider puppet continued towards the knight who simply stood calmly, knowing that he would simply be reborn on the other team if killed. “I fear not death. Come to me on your suicidal quest!” the bloody knight shouted as bravely and mustered up his might. The Demon slammed into the spider puppet, cutting, ripping and smashing more chucks of the puppet’s shell off the whole. The spider puppet was only fifteen miles from the knight who lost patience with him. “HAVE YOU NOT FOUND THE ANSWER TO THE VERY QUESTION I POSED TO YOU? DO YOU WISH TO LIVE BY THE VERY HATRED AND ANGER THAT HOLDS YOUR LIFE BY A THREAD TO THIS HELLISH PLACE? IF NOT, THEN I SHALL HAVE TO UNLEASH MY FULL POWER! THIS IS WHY THEY HAVE CALLED ME THE CHAOTIC MASTER OF OBLIVION!” the knight shouted as he walked towards the spider puppet’s shambling frame, Barney Fife’s face partially revealed from the damage, red foam frothing from his torn agape mouth like a rabid dog seizing the last of his strength for one last bite at the master about to put him down. “Větší zatmění erupce sopky! Větší zatmění čtvrté oceánu! Větší zatmění páté otevřeným srdcem! Větší zatmění šesté stínu!” the knight shouted, feeling larg chunks of his soul rush outwards and form the monsters of his nightmares, the culmination of his terrible life and the ultimate fate of those that chose the life of chaos over one of simple pleasures. “Feel the beat of my soul, and know the truest destruction of Existence!” his very voice ripped the Puppet King from his spider puppet and shredded his body to sawdust and bones. ”Shall you repent for your violent ways knave?! Shall you now bow down before a greater fighter than yourself!?” the waves upon intense waves of heat slammed the sawdust into ashes, then ashes of those ashes, and finally scattered those ashes to the far reaches of Existence. “You have learned of my power slave. And know ye this… I shall kill you again and again till you learn of my question in the purest f-” the bloody knight and his hellish, disturbed visage behind him looked stunned. “My answer…” a voice from the ashes started calmly, “You want my answer to that piddling shit of a question?” the knight slowly looked down, feeling the core of his soul being crushed by the massive weight of a slowly clenching fist. it was beyond anything that he had felt before. “Yes…” he choked as the ashes, slowly came back together to form the Puppet King, Barney Fife. His burned out eyes, his scratched up body, the chunks of his mind that splintered and cracked, that had endured the worst of fates, looked into his opponents eyes. “Here it is… Lucho de existir.”
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The knight stood its ground as the Spider King charged forward, its massive mountain like legs tearing through the round, carving huge chunks of Reality out of the round and causing massive flows of fire to belch out in its wake. “I see that you no longer wish to fight with words, maybe I was …
