Execution of the Enemy of the World

[Relairah]

Moria’s heart lurched uncontrollably in her chest as the glimmer of the saw caught her gaze and Kratos proceeded with the torture. Whatever Endymion did, she knew it would not be over quickly and painlessly or easily. She watched on in helpless horror, unable to pull her eyes away no matter how desperately she wanted to nor able to run in any direction. Her paws were grounded. She gasped, and as Endymion’s scream filled the air and blood flowed freely down his face, tears began to leak from her eyes, flowing upon her cheeks in the same manner. Yet still she held her tongue. Whatever she did was worthless.

She thought of all that had happened, the times they had been through together. He had helped her discover the secrets of herself and the greatness of her power. She had helped him and he saved her life a number of times. He had begrudgingly carried her around and then tenderly loved her. And then he had rejected her. He had ripped out her heart and crumbled it between the toes of his massive paws. He didn’t deserve her concern or her care. But she couldn’t help the throbbing in her chest and the tears which tumbled more and more freely. How long she had waited for revenge, for him to feel the pain he had caused her. Yet she had never hated him, rather secretly continued to love him in painful hope he would return to her. Never again, she knew. He would be gone, forever. Never again would he touch her, kiss her, hold her, whisper her name. She sobbed, and jumped with the next event.

It was then his arm was disjointed, the crack of bone as it split resounding through the canyon in a sickening manner. She cringed, dreading to even imagine what pain he must be feeling. “ENDYMION!” she screamed pathetically, “Oh, Endymion! Why?” Her shouts were devoured by the multitude about her, their jeers and hateful cries. None of them knew anything. She remained rooted where she stood, unable to move or do anything but cry and blubber, almost in reflection of the agony Endymion suffered. No one noticed, and those who did either ignored her or laughed. Some even joked among themselves that if she was so depressed she should be tortured with him. But none of them acted upon such words.

“Please! Please don’t just give up so much… don’t leave me all alone.” Her words were but a murmur, knowing the great white Druin was too weak to fight now. Was it possible to feel any worse? She bit her lip harshly, accidentally drawing a bit of blood. A thought suddenly jolted through her mind and she acted to restrain herself. Above all things, she could not reveal her ultimate power. Not at this moment. Releasing such strong emotion would turn Endymion, and perhaps others into human beings and that certainly would not help. She had to control herself. She breathed in and out, fighting herself. Her mind and her heart struggled against each other endlessly. Why me?




The Druin only cringed at the scream of his half-brother. Perhaps it was cruel, but Erebus ignored such thoughts. If nothing else, he was present for the importance of the event. He was sure his time could be better spent, but nevertheless. He had also felt a certain drawing to be here, a certain necessity at the same time. Eyes watched the movements and actions of Kratos, watching for emotion on his brother's face. Was he enjoying this or did he care? Erebus simply was curious. He also turned his dark blue gaze to the faces of his parents. Perhaps Endymion did deserve this. Perhaps.




Aurek flinched at the sound of the scream. Part of him wondered if he didn't want to be the one dishing out Endymion's death. Nevertheless, the strange feeling of an ironic bond remained in him and he couldn't help but feel somewhat sorry for the albino Druin. A pity even. Whatever his feelings, Aurek was a generally good guy and he didn't really like pain. He had had plenty of it inflicted upon him and wasn't the sort to get all excited for someone else being tortured. Still, he was curious. He flinched slightly at the sickening sound of Endymion's arm being disjointed and released a sigh. Well, Kratos sure was determined to make sure he died slowly and agonizingly.

[blitzkreig]

The second horn fell with a dull thud to the earth below, muted by the fevered pitch of the voices circling around him. Even winged creatures drifted just above for a better view of the brutal torture of this graying behemoth. So many would be able to say they had witnessed the death of the enemy of the world, of the pale murderer. But could they lay claim to his death? No it was Kratos' and only he could brag of such a thing.

His brother had screamed in pain, weeping openly so that blood and tears streamed down his beaten face and mingled, mixing into a sick, diluted liquid that dripped from his chin and the tip of his nose. Yes, only Kratos could ever claim the death of the great Endymion, of the god and the beast united into one foul, albino bodice like a legion of demons. Would he hold this proudly? Kratos paused a moment, his dome, still adorned with his proud, Druin horns tilted slightly to the side and he gazed at the crowd out of the corner of his eye secretly. He let their excitement fill him, voices chanting in unison to the thunder of his own blood and heart in his ears.

'You will not bring her back. But we can avenge her..'

No...He would not bring her back. A sorrow, a kind of weariness swept through Kratos' body, almost engulfing the entirety of his being. Such senseless slaughter. He gazed down blearily at the blood that now coated his paws, dribbling a little off of his claws from the free flow he had created dehorning his half brother.

'Tell me the point again?' So weary.

'We are saving the world from an emotionless evil.'

'I don't care about the world..'

"Kill me.."

[/i] Kratos blue eyes shot upwards, finding Endymion's face, caked in blood, both scabbing and fresh, his single eye staring pleadingly at his black brother.

'Pity is something we cannot waste on him..'

A gutteral snarl tore up the inside of his parched throat. Kratos could taste the iron tang of blood sliding down his throat as a sudden fresh wave of anger consumed him. Instead of Endymion's face he saw Phobos, broken and bloodied...Gasping...Asking to be spared. The image, a product of some other force in his mind, caused an eruption of so much latent fury inside of him that he thought he might burst. Previous hesitation thrown aside he reached out with his free paw and grasped Endymion beneath his chin, drawing him roughly forwards once more, uncaring of the new blood that sopped across his pads. He drew his face up close to Endymions, so close that his breath washed across his brother's face and his tones just above a growl.

"Did she beg you for death too?" Of course he ment Phobos. "Did she snivel and whimper like the BITCH I see right here in front of me? Did you grant her that...or did you watch her face as you carved her limb from limb? Because I would love to grant you the same honors." His paw wound back and came back as a bone-shattering punch to Endymion's jaw. He felt a solid crunch and did not flinch.

Somewhere someone called out, heartbroken for the pale demon...Her voice went unheard by the madness in Kratos soul.[/size][/color][/blockquote][/blockquote]

[Aveilthé]

His reality began to slow, so that everything he saw moved at a gentle pace, but he could not make out familiar shapes or judge specific perceptions. The second horn fell, causing Endymion to yell out hoarsely. It soon abated and his head slumped, too weak to be kept held up any longer. But no sooner had he done this did Kratos take hold of his muzzle and force his head for the dark one to look at. Endymion saw his half-brother in a blur; he could not make out the outlines, neither the words issuing angrily from Kratos's voice. A pitiful thing was he, no longer the bearer of two horns, and battered. Who knew how much longer the exiled prince could take the excruciating torture.

Then something met with his face, and a couple of teeth was thrown from his gums. Endymion's voice was lost to the tumultuous cries of his audience, but something else, a different voice, rang out above all the rest, immediately catching his attention.

His whole body quavering, he slowly picked up his bleeding head, and looked below him to all of the creatures, and saw among them a startling illusion. He already knew that it was a trick of his own imagination, because he willed to see her again, and there she was, weeping for him and reaching out to him in his thoughts. He had no idea that she was real...

"M... Mor... ia..."

Arms broken and held up by shackles, he could not have them reach out to her.

"Good... bye...," he muttered to himself, but it was all meant for the projection now lost in the crowd.

[blitzkreig]

He was breathing heavily, slowly dragging his arm back towards his body, fist still clenched and he found himself shaking just the slightest bit. Endymion slumped, his jaw crooked off to the side at the oddest angle, fresh blood spilling down from his broken face and shattered nose. The fist had done it's deal of damage, Kratos could ever begin to see bruises forming beneath Endymion's eye threatening to swell it shut. He dropped his paw back down to his side, taking a moment to slow his breathing, his body so amped and riled and intense, evident by the sinews that stood out against the Druin's flesh. His body lurched and he moved his tail, wrapping it up around his brother's massive hind feet. Endymion was far too weak to even try such a tactic, but it secured the long, whippy claws that doubled as deadly hypodermic needles filled with toxins.

His tail snaked up his torso like a morbid, furry constrictor. This time there was no warning, Kratos giving himself no more time to think about his actions. He turned away from his brother and in doing so gave a great heave of his body, breath locking in his chest as he pulled at Endymion's arms, already popped from their sockets. He felt the pale one's body moving just barely and feebly beneath the muscular grasp of his tail. Kratos flinched slightly as he did so, almost for the first time during the morbid spectacle of the former prince's torture as arms moved sickly and Kratos could feel the jolt in Endymion's body under his tight grip.

The black druin slacked, wetting his dried lips. Again he didn't give himself time to think swinging back around, using his tail to brace the body as he laid a pair of solid punches into the pale one's ribcage, saticfied by the bony crackle that was resulted. His breath was coming out in soft pants.

He looked up at Endymion, he studied the pain in his expression. The great beast was sightless, and frankly so was Kratos, his eyes beginning to burn with sudden tears. His throat was burning and thickening. Pain was suddenly coursing through his own body, both mental anguish and physical pangs. For the first time his voice rose above a casual chatting tone, ragged vocal cords torn from the need to weep. He shouted and fist connected with flesh, crunching against Endymion's armor plating, a second beating against his kidney. But the blows had fallen more weakly this time. A light inside of Kratos' head flickered on and off.

'This sudden weakness. We are not weak. Push it. Finish it. Eventually he'll stay down forever. No more breath. No more Endymion....Make...Him...Pay.'

There were words on Endymion's lips, and Kratos practically watched them tumble from the blood encrusted and shattered teeth. He called to another creature, a creature who's name was oh so familiar. It sent another jolt through the Druin's body. His grip on Endymion's limp torso loosened.

...Moria.

'You're letting go..'

His teeth ground together audibly in clenched jaws. The connections flew and sparked in his mind and it enfuriated him just as much as it exhausted him. He stood there staring at his captive's face and it was then he saw something glimmering in the other's half swollen eye.

[Relairah]

She continued to watch in horror, watching as he raised his head and murmured inaudible words before slumping yet again. She suddenly longed to take him in her arms and restore to him everything. But she could not. She bit her lip harshly, releasing more blood as she watched Kratos' actions and finally had to look away.

She couldn't bear to see her beloved in so much pain any longer. Had Kratos no mercy, no heart? Was it possible that he could do this so coldly, so easily without even a pang in his chest? The feelings of hate which she had once held for him were beginning to touch the edges of her heart. How was it he could be so kind toward her and so different toward Endymion? For Moria could never truly know or understand the conflict between them which had been instilled from the moment of each of their births. The ever war within them and the world in the power which nested in their souls.

'Just finish him, already,' she begged silently, 'Please, please don't make him suffer so much longer...'

Moria was once again feeling herself being torn two ways. One didn't want to see the albino Druin in such horrible agony. Yet the other couldn't bear to live without at least the knowledge that he was out there somewhere still alive. The hope that perhaps someday things might be as they were. With his death came the death of that hope and such a sadness she had never known. She waited, fearing to look yet anxious for Kratos' next choice of action.

[Aveilthé]

His eye blinked once, and rolled, glassy and nearly lifeless, to the figure before him, but he dare not move his head.

Not even the fell swoops of Kratos's Druin fists made Endymion flinch, but the pain was too much to bear. Blood flew from his mouth, and some landed on the ground, while some flew to the spectators. Endymion groaned and closed his eye, thinking of nothing but the extreme pain he was experiencing.

It is time, said a distant, unrecognizable voice. Strange, for it sounded like it came from a small child.

[twilightsshadow]

The small being had Left Amatsu and Sekhmet. It now rested on Moria's head. He was attracted to the various emotions she was feeling. He was sitting atop her head casually, holding a small flower. The flower itself, was wilting and dying. Little would anyone know, this being had enchanted the flower and synced it with Endymion's life. He reached down with his small hand, showing Moria the flower.

"When the last petal falls. He will die."

He said with a soft smile. He hopped down from her head and held the flower within eyesight, gazing at the execution it saw before it.

"This seems like a lot of trouble to go threw to kill one druin... I don't really understand the reasoning behind it. But the hate. The hate for this creature is overflowing like a river of blood. Its very unbecoming.."

He said with distrubing cheerfulness.

[Relairah]

She was silent. Every part of her being fought amongst the others. Endymion deserved to conquer and rule the world, a god, a king, a murderer. And she, she was to be the one to stand beside him. She would listen to his ambitions and accomplishments, aid him in whatever venture he took or life he ended for insolence by day. She would lie by his side and fill him with pleasure by night. All gone. Such a life would never happen, would never exist.

But she must fight. She must resist. She could do nothing. She must fight, she must resist herself. Yet it seemed fate would tempt her release of emotions more strongly as suddenly a flower became visible before her eyes. Black ears flickered as the small voice spoke in such a cheery manner. The words ripped through her heart, deeper and deeper. Pain. Surely her heart was bleeding. 'When the last petal falls... the last petal...' How many petals were left? So few... another fell. As it hit the ground beneath their paws, it was crushed beneath the paws of a nearby witness, yelling something that was a blur to Moria's ears. Her gaze turned sharply to the little creature as it hopped from her head and spoke once more.

Such a vile little thing. How easy it would be for her to snap its little neck or rip its limbs from its body in a slow and painful manner. Her one white and one blue eye glimmered faintly though her gaze was averted as yet another petal fell. The seconds dragged by.

"Oh, such hate indeed. It is a god that is being murdered. One who would have crushed the world within his clutches. Such pain, such death, such greatness this world should have known," she whispered. Perhaps her words might be mistaken for one obsessed, or admiring, or even merely a follower or fan. But neh. Would this creature even guess her relation? Such a thing did not matter, not now, not ever. Endymion. Dear Endymion. She restrained the new tears which rose in her eyes.

[twilightsshadow]

0's cheerful smile never swayed from his face as he watched Endymion suffer. The small creature showing no fear or emotion on the matter. Oh, how its soul would have enjoyed this moment. To feed on the anguish of Moria, the Hatred of the others gathered, the cesspool of Negative emotions. It was simply a miracle that the soul wasn't present for this event. Perhaps... It was giving birth to the children it kept talking about. In any case, this event was chaotic enough. There wasn't much 0 could do to make it worse. With the exception of freeing Endymion. But of course, that was a pipe dream. At this point, 0 would simply have its body turn to pieces. Then would come the drawn out process of recovering within a coffin. No. It would simply sit and watch.

"Tick tock Goes the clock... His time is almost up. For this great beast of hate, his end won't be abrupt."

The creature said with the same cheerful smile that had yet to leave it's face. He still held the flower up for her to see. It wasn't a gesture of friendliness. It was something he was doing to aid in her mental anguish. 0 could tell, that this creature wished not for Endy to die. That his anguish and pain was hurting her the most. And oh, how delicious the moment was.

"A god you say? Why. Is there such a thing? Immortality is what defines a god is it not? So how could a god be reduced to this... Crushing the world? That is what you said right? Have you considered the grand scale of those words? Why... To crush the entire world... One would not have the possibility. One would not have the lifespan for such a feat. In the end, he is yet but another mortal. Not unlike this flower that sat on the edge of the cliff. We call it beautiful, because we fear to take a step over the edge, unlike that brave little flower.... And now, the "God" Wither's and dies... Beautifully."

He said, ending his rant as another petal fell.

Amatsu was tiring of the treatment of Endymion. Why wouldn't they just kill him and get it over with? And why the hell was everyone yelling like a stupid mob. Screaming for his death. They had even let the shinkou bastards in on this. If it wasn't for Tartarus specifically asking Amatsu not to do anything to ruin the "Event", he'd have created a gravity well and sucked up all the idoits that had come and crushed their bodies into nothing.

"Its just stupid. And look at all these weaklings clamouring around and spitting acid out of their mouths. I'd kill em all if it wasn't for the fact that i'm part of this pack. It is sickening. Should just throw up a gravity well and suck this whole stupid event into a black hole."

Oh how he felt like it. But, he needed Giaku to crush Shinkou. And Tartarus was an old war buddy. So, he kept his hotheaded nature in check, and just sat back and watched the event. No matter how much he wanted to just kill everyone involved.

[blitzkreig]

The druin's tail slacked and he felt his shoulders slump as if creaking beneath an immense weight. For the first time perhaps in his life something strange was creeping up inside of Kratos chest, an arcane sensation and feeling that flooded him with a surprising vigor. It rocked him to his very core, illiciting a shudder from deep inside of his body.

It was fear.

Fear of what? Fear of his own anger, fear of his own self, fear of retribution and what awaited him in the next life for passing such judgment upon his brother. Kratos tail unraveled and his tail slid down Endymion's legs, gathering in a serpentine coil at his feet. The chaos was seeping away, out of his vision, out of his mind and its grip on him was no longer a stranglehold threatening to send him off the brinks of sanity into pure madness. He was standing there gazing into Endymion's eyes, they closed, the spark was gone and then the voice came again.

Funny how the prince had not questioned it. Funny how he had not thought of the voice as anything other then a normal, albeit abrupt aspect of his life. He had never fought the voice, nor had he ever really disagreed with its sentiments, and why? Part of him? No. But this time when it sounded in his mind there was an innocence to it that had not been there before. In fact when Kratos had heard the voice it had been in his own, smooth, male tones. But now it spoke as a child, frivolous, high-pitched and mocking. It was joined by a second child's voice.

'It is time..'

'Time for what? Don't try that.' scorn, the brutal honesty of an angry child.

The voices around them dimmed slowly and all Kratos could really hear was the throbbing of his own heart and the exchange of these two voices, now which he realized were not a part of him. Either that or he had gone completely crazy. He closed his eyes, standing there. The shouting had died down anyways, turning into a furious murmur of confusion as to why the prince and executioner now stood there completely motionless, gazing into space behind closed eyelids.

Anger that shocked him. 'I will hurt him!! I will make him cry. He made Us cry. He hurt Us. He left Us. Don't try to stop Us and mind your own business!!'

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[Aveilthé]

The air was cold, but not uncomfortable. A small child with a fair face and body was standing in a vast, white nothing, her curly blond hair falling over her shoulders. A pair of small white wings peered from behind her. She looked around, her light red lips falling into the gentlest frown that would have made angels weep. The child wore nothing, and yet if someone saw her, would perhaps feel a powerful other-wordly aura siphoning from her body.

And before her, cowering, quivering, and weeping pathetically, was a darker child. The little girl's heart went out before the cowering dark figure, the only dark thing in the midst of spatial white.

"Don't cry," she said in dulcet tones, her voice echoing though out the space around her. She walked towards the figure, her little fingers stretching out to him. The child smiled, the sweetest smile that could not compare with the smiles given by earthly beings. And she bent down and took the dark child's shoulders, and slowly lifted his head. With tender little hands, she brought the child's face close to hers, then she lifted her chin and kissed his forehead. "It is over now," she whispered to him, though some how her voice was loud enough to echo across this strange white world.

[blitzkreig]

In this dream-like scenery, the young child, who's body not only exuded but was purely made up of this dark, pulsing material sat cross-legged, crouched, sobbing feebly into his hands. In fact his very body seemed to try to suck all the light away into itself, trying to banish it. It was a heart-wrenching sound, pure, full of the utmost sorrows, a child whom had been left behind. He was scared, scared of the atrocities he had committed, for in that child-like mind he had done so wrong through the vessel of his being.

His naked body shuddered, wracked with the melancholy sounds of his cries that seemed to echo in an unearthly, detached manner in the dream atmosphere. Like the glowing being standing before him, little wings hovered tattered above his back, folded and shaking with him. Chaos shied away as hands fell gently on his shoulders, glowing with the warmth of the morning sun and sending the heat radiating through his cold, scared body. It was a shocking, unfamiliar feeling of comfort..and at first it scared him.

"Don't cry."

His head snapped upwards out of his hands, swiftly, suddenly. Instead of the pristine face of a child a black, gape-mouthed and red-eyed demon. "Don't touch me!!" it roared, the sound shattered through the pure light that surrounded them with the pulsing tones of both the child's voice and Kratos' mixed causing it to waver only momentarily with the electric surge of power. But as quickly as the face was there it was gone again and he was a child again, a Chaos child. Wide, red eyes filled up with tears and he collapsed to weeping into his hands again.

"I'm not scared," lying through tears. "I'm angry. Please go away."

[Aveilthé]

The light child tilted her head, her golden hair falling down her back. Daintily, she sat on her knees and legs, one hand resting on her lap while the other pulled back the dark child's hair so that she could see his hellish eyes. Such a scary image did not draw her away; rather, she was moved by them.

"Why are you angry?" she asked him, true compassion forming along her face.

[blitzkreig]

When the angelic child did not flinch or move away, Chaos became perplexed. He let her touch him again, warm fingers moving the hair that hung in front of pupil-less red souls. He shivered again but this time did not protest, drawn in by the warmth and compassion of this spirit. It was so rare when two elements presented themselves to one another on this plain of existence. Of course those gathered would never really realize the levity of what was going on here on this plain, for it was the plain of the spirits. But perhaps those versed in the way of the magics and their souls could detect a faint glow of dark and light, otherwise invisible above Endymion and Kratos as they stood there.

Why was he angry.

Chaos lifted his head and in that instant a flood of memories was relayed between the two children. Images of Endymion as a mere babe, the crooked face of Amnesia, the pure rage and sadness that spawned from his rejection from the babe's body he had been drawn to to become his vessel and his bond.

"He left me..." Fat tears rolled down his dark cheeks, plopping gently on his naked, crossed legs. His lip trembled. "He left me alone and I had nowhere to go."

[Aveilthé]

The angel child slowly closed her eyes and a small tear blossomed from her eye and dripped softly down her round cheeks as the flood of memories unfolded in her mind. She was there when it happened, when Amnesia took her from Yueh's Tree and held her... Then the blind demon forced Chaos from the baby's body, and she, Divinity, reigned... She opened them again and sadness overwhelmed her bright, ethereal eyes. A thousand glittering stars could be reflected in them.

She found Chaos's face with her fingers and held him in her palms. "I have done many terrible things and I have returned here to pay for it. You have done nothing wrong."

She leaned over again and rested her forehead against the dark child's shoulder. "I am sorry. Can you forgive me?"