Necronius broke out in mocking laughter, his breathing disrupted by the act. “You my master?” Necronius continued to laugh as Weapon simply looked over his body. “You are no more than a worm compared to me!” Necronius lowered his head, trying desperately to regain his breath.
“Well then, my toy, I will relish in proving you wrong.” Weapon dashed forward, driving his knee into Necronius’s jaw before shooting a hand out to grip around his throat. He tightens the grip, his claws drawing blood from the flesh. “Come now, don’t just let me win. Weren’t you just saying how far beneath you I was?”
Necronius hissed as his body narrowed, slipping out from Weapon’s grasp before a slim tail wrapped around his throat. “That I wasss, worm.” Necronius chuckled, hissing with each exhalation. “You will die for your insssolenccce.”
Weapon smiled broadly as he began to fade into a cloud of smoke, floating away and reforming several feet away from Necronius’s serpentine form. “You may want to avoid any word with s in it. You have a horrific lisp.” Weapon began to laugh madly, his mirth echoing through Tartarus. “Then again, my toy, that form suits you.”
Necronius shifted his form once again, scaled limbs stretching outward, each with razor claws at the end. He flexed his fingers, dark magic swirling from his wrist up, “You will regret insulting me, fool! Now fall!” Necronius launched the blast, sparks dancing around its surface as it neared the laughing dragon.
Weapon’s expression never changed, he could only smile as the blast neared. He surrounded his left hand in a black aura and swung it to meet the blast. The black aura left a trail behind it as it moved into the path of the oncoming blast, the trail changing into a glassy surface. Weapon laughed as the blast reflected off of the mirror like streak in front of him directly back at its shocked owner.
The blast knocked Necronius back several feet, shocks being sent along his entire body as he tried to charge up the magic for another attack. “What is going on?” he questioned as his magic refused to respond, even preventing him from changing form. “What did have you done?”
Weapon gasped, putting on a wounded expression before speaking,
“Why, I didn’t do anything! You are the one that tried to prevent my magic and were stupid enough to not step out of the way. You are at fault here, not I.” Weapon chuckled softly, his expression returning to one of pure delight. “I wish you hadn’t done that, you won’t be any fun without your magic.”
Necronius roared as his knee made contact with Weapon’s chest, his hands coming down on the crown of Weapon’s head. “Don’t think that I need magic to kill you, worm, now know pain!” Necronius moved to drive his knuckles between Weapons’ eyes, yet something preventing his arm from launching forward. He tried to use his other arm, but found it in the same situation. Before he could open his mouth to question the growing smile on Weapon’s face, he found himself pulled away from Weapon and suspended a few feet away, each of his limbs coated in a black aura.
“Much better,” Weapon stated as he approached his captured foe. “I am sure you are wondering why I am doing this to you. I have had no quarrel with you until now, and you have not done anything to really make me mad. So why fight you? Well, Necronius, my toy, I am simply showing you my gratitude. You helped set me free and I can think of no better way to show my appreciation than to give you a taste of what you set loose.” Weapon paused, black lightning dancing on his right hand.
“Though you shouldn’t feel special, there are others that have earned my gratitude. Such as Justice and Mercy for playing things out perfectly to ensure my new body would be top notch. Or Raven for falling so easily into my plan like the lovely toy she is.” Weapon stood directly in front of Necronius, his lightning coated hand hovering over Necronius’s chest. “Now don’t you squirm about too much, we wouldn’t want me to hit a vital organ, would we?”
Necronius raised a brow in question, but he was instantly answered, the lightning cutting into his flesh and slicing his sternum down the middle. Necronius choked back a scream, blood trickling from the corners of his mouth. “You are insane.” he managed to cough out while the pain flowed through him in great waves.
Weapon paused in his work, pulling his hand away from the long incision on Necronius’s chest, “Insane? No, my little toy, I am not insane. If I were insane this would be my second attempt at world damnation, expecting that this time I would succeed. No, I don’t have to try more than once for I will win the first time, and no one can stop me. I am not insane. I am a psychopathic murder.” Weapon smiled wickedly, his hands shooting out and prying the divided rib cage away from itself, exposing Necronius’s rapidly beating heart.
“Ah, now that is cute, I can touch your heart. Tell you what, I will share with you a philosophy of mine. I find that the common puppeteer isn’t given the respect he deserves in any of the worlds. I intend to make the world aware of the wonders of the puppeteer. With a simple twitch they can make their puppet dance with such grace and poise. They can chose to give the puppet a false sense of peace by letting some slack into the strings, only to force the puppet’s mind to snap by pulling taut on the strings. Then there is my favorite trick of the puppeteer, when he chooses that the show is nearly over. Do you know what he does? He pulls so suddenly on the strings that they just break, causing the puppet to fall dead on the floor.” Weapon laughed hysterically for a few seconds, and poked at Necronius’s exposed lungs.
“I have spent an eternity pulling strings of the world, 1000 years playing with the strings of the former owner of this body, and I have lost track of how long I played with my favorite little black bird. Do you really think that I hadn’t thought that one of my toys wouldn’t want to cooperate? You are no more than a toy for me to play with as I please. Oh, I wonder what this string does.” Weapon cooed as his right hand plunged into Necronius’s open chest, pulling out almost immediately after with a pinkish-white organ held firmly in his grip.“Oh, that would control your breathing.”
Necronius was coughing blood up in great spurts, the stone beneath him being stained crimson from the liquid. His breathing came in small, ragged fits as he fought to remain conscious. His head began to drop as his eyes became half-lidded. “Don’t you fall asleep yet. I still have use for you, my toy.” Weapon’s lightning clad hand slammed into Necronius’s stomach, literally shocking him into consciousness.
“Monster,” Necronius managed to wheeze out after a few moments, “you can’t be real. Nothing alive should be like you.”
Weapon gripped one of Necronius’s ribs, careful not to end things too soon, “Monster, Weapon, bleh, such dull names.” he snapped the rib away from the rest and twirled the tool in his hand. “I think, Armageddon is far more fitting.” he plunged the broken end of the rib straight through Necronius’s heart, laughing as blood stained his black scales. “Don’t you think so, my little puppet?”
Necronius could only stare blankly at Armageddon, the life draining from him faster and faster each second. Armageddon’s magic released the corpse, allowing it to make a mix between a splash and a thud when it landed in a pool of its own blood. “I have broken your strings, my puppet. My gratitude has been given, and my word kept. Now I have another condition to keep, for I am no lying cheat.” Armageddon laughed as he found each of Nightingale’s weapons, storing each in its respective sheath. He gripped the broadsword, laughing as its edge darkened and a gateway to the void opened where it cut. “Time for a blood-chilling reunion.”
my heart>>>>>>>>
literally.
Spill the tea, sis.
