Okay, guys, I don't expect a chapter for the next two weeks due to a few things.
For this week, I have THE worst head cold that has plagued me since Sunday. I would have informed to guys yesterday of this, however I was just too weak to even go downstairs. Anyways, I kind of feel little bit stronger than I was yesterday. Should this cold break by Thursday or Friday then I'll get to writing. Curse you sinus headaches!
The reason for next week is that I believe that my family and I are going on vacation. At least that's what I heard.
Well, I think that's it. Hopefully other problems don't hinder me even more. Well, I hope you can understand.
Modello stared into the eyes, the hollow and evil eyes of the shadow specter before them. His sword and dagger tightly clenched in his hands, his eyes grew more and more intense. Zin stared straight at Modello, his glowing red eyes pierced radiant light that shined throughout the room. The heart tightly held in Zin's hand finally ceased in motion, freezing in any motion.
Moriah grit her teeth, completely changing from her expression of shock. "You..." she silently growled to herself.
"What is with the looks?" curiously asked Zin. "Did I do something wrong to you all?"
"Not at all," calmly replied Allister. "In fact, you did us a favor."
"Heh heh heh," laughed Zin. "Do not try to hide it, mortal. I can hear the hatred in your voice."
"Enough of this talk," silently saying Modello. "What is it that you desire?"
"The judgment of this world, of you mortals." replied Zin. "This world is disgusting, a world of sin's paradise. I will purge this reality of you mortals and let the animals who were naturally born here live as they were before you mortals destroyed it all."
"That's pretty idiotic, don't you think?" said Moriah. "You think you're this all-powerful god who can do everything he wants, eh? Hate to break it to you, you're not. And even you have your limits."
"Ignorant mortals as usual. I always must prove you wrong." Zin replied, let out a sigh in the process. He lifted up his left hand into the air above him. "You will lay witness to your slow decay." The world grew in silence, not even a whisper was left behind. But as the world grew still, an eerie feeling shook under the skin of everybody.
The end
is only
the beginning...
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Serene End
Moriah shuffled her eyes, paranoid as to what Zin had just unleashed. Modello set his eyes straight upon Zin, the phantom of death. Saliva slowly crawled down Allister's throat, thoughts swiftly rushed in his head. His eyes flip behind him, just as soon as something unfolded.
The ground quivered under his feet, growling a fearsome roar that echoed across the halls. It almost took everyone off of their feet. With their hearts pounding in their chest, they begin to wonder about the strange feeling that they had just experienced.
Modello stood in his place, his eyes glaring straight upon his enemy. "What have you done?" asked Modello in a silent but furious voice.
Zin's left hand slowly drops beside him, withering like a dying plant. "My nickname given to me by you mortals is the "Ultimate Disease"," said Zin. "I'm sure you know well enough what I have done." Modello realized what Zin's truth was that he hid behind his lips, Modello's grip on his weapons tightly to an absolute maximum.
He charged towards Zin, his footsteps heavy and hard. They echoed his anger, his disapproval of what Zin has done. His speed picked up, nearly nineteen miles per hour. Once he became close enough to his enemy, he swings his blade at him.
The blade in his left hand furiously strikes down upon Zin. But just as his blade would cut right through the top of the phantom's head, he disappears. Modello realized this and his emerald green irises frantically search for him. "You released it!?" yelled Modello. "You released it back into this world!?"
"Humans have no understand of life, they take it instead of giving it." said Zin, his voice echoing across the entire castle. "Why allow such evil to continue?"
Alena's eyes go down. "Why...would anyone think that?..." mumbled the princess. But then she grew with anger, as well as sorrow. "It was not us who did this! It was the people who thought they were something else! They thought they were above everyone!"
"And so long as ignorant fools are born," replied Zin. "They will always create evil, spawn war, and poison the minds of others with this iniquity. This cycle I will not allow to continue."
"Why can't you forgive them!?" yelled Allister, gritting his teeth. "These people that live today are not those ignorant fools that you resent! I know my people like they were my own family, and they are not those type of people! Please, I beg for your forgiveness!"
"I have forgiven too many, and they continued to be born and create more sin." said Zin, his voice began to raise. "These transgressions continued, but I will not allow them to live any longer. You mortals took for granted the life that we, the gods, had given you. I will put an end to you, and finally end the cycle."
"So you release a blight to kill us all?" replied Moriah.
"Yes." answered Zin.
Moriah smiles confidently. "Pfft, good luck with that." said Moriah. "Because the magic in the walls surrounding the cities have an amazing ability to repel your little disease. Sort of like the magic used in the Lunar spells, but with my own little twist." she explained, confident. "My healing ability is absolute, able to repel THE most deathly disease, including yours, Zin."
"Do you earnestly believe that your pathetic walls can stop me?"
"Completely. I spent ten years researching my abilities and these tablets. They will never fail."
Zin suddenly appears behind Moriah. A demonic whisper laughs from the specter, as he leveled his left hand up to his shoulders. His glowing red eyes radiantly glare, glancing straight at the back of Moriah's head, covered by her dark brown neck high hair.
His cold gasps of breath rush down Moriah's spine, shivering her body like an leaf. She slowly tilted her head behind her. Bart quickly grit his teeth as his head quickly flipped over to the two. "Moriah!" he yelled in a quick gasp. "Behind you!!"
A sword is suddenly summoned into Zin's hand as a demonic laughter ruptured into the entire room. Modello quickly charged towards at Moriah, his feet faster than his own heartbeat. But then his vision quickly changes from what was happening in front of him.
His vision changes back into a city that was smothered by flames and blood. Corpses that laid lifeless upon the floor. Modello, wearing a white plate armour that looked a lot like Zion's armour and a red cape with the hood down, stared straight at Moriah, who wore many wounds.
"It's okay," said Modello. "I'm her-." But then Modello quickly reacted to something, a memory that flashed quickly in his mind. He quickly hasted in front of Moriah and pushed her to the side as hard as he could. Moriah hits the ground hard on her right shoulder. She grit her teeth, her eyes tightly closed.
"Hey, what was that fo-" she said, but stopped once she opened her eyes to what was in front of her. She saw Modello impaled by a sword through the mid-abdominal, just below his heart. Modello's eyes were widened and his mouth agape, his hands frozen like claws.
In front of him, a man wearing light blue armour. But then Modello's head scrolled up to see the man's face, his vision returns to reality. His blurred vision sees the semi-transparent face of the shadow Zin. Modello, his hands frozen like claws, was stabbed in the same place at where he was stabbed in his vision.
Moriah's eyes were widened, as well as everyone else's. Moriah's entire body shook, gulping down saliva hard. "Mo-Mo-Mo-Modello?..." she called, her voice extremely shaken.
"Hmm, what a pity," said Zin. "You saved a girl that you despise. Truly, I do not understand you mortals."
"Quiet..." muttered Modello, blood pouring from his mouth. "I did what was necessary."
Moriah grit her teeth as tears began to rain from her eyes. "How could you do this...!?" she yelled.
"This wasn't what I had intended, however," continued Zin. "It was eventually going to be done." As soon as Zin spoke those words, he quickly pulled out his blade, his two foot blade that was black with strange green root-like things going from his cross-guard straight up to the tip of his blade.
Modello's body drops to his knees, blood pours onto the ground in which his body would lay. His eyes stare up at the man who impaled him. With his blurry vision, his body collapses onto the ground.
Moriah rushed over to him, as fast as she could. Her heart frantically pounded in her chest, she quickly slid down on her knees right beside Modello. "It's okay, Modello...!" she yelped. "I-I'm going to fix this!"
"Make your peace, Modello Mercer," said Zin. "With your wound, you will not live long."
"No!" yelled Moriah. "I-I can heal him! I'll s-s-save him!" She quickly prepared her hands, a light green glow wrapped around her pale skinned hands in a warm embrace. Her hands frantically shook. She slowly scrolled her hands over Modello's wound, but he quickly smacked her hands away from him.
She looked surprised at his reaction. "W-Why!?" she questioned. "It was my stupid mistake for making you end up like this!"
Modello's eyes were lower than usual, his pupils faded. "Leaving this world..." he muttered, softly. "...Is a comfort."
Moriah grit her teeth. "You're such an idiot, you know that?!" she yelled. "Why the hell is the idea of dying so important to you!? I don't care if you think people are worthless, they aren't! If you actually looked into them further, they could actually get kind and friendly! You may not know, but there are people who do care for you!"
Allister stood beside Moriah. "Moriah," called Allister. "Let him die with his wishes respected." Moriah's hands stopped glowing, the warmth of the glowing disappears. Her grit teeth goes down, her anger released.
Modello's eyes slowly closed and his breathing slowly ceased. Allister sighed. "Rest in Peace." prayed Allister. Just after Allister spoke those words, Modello's breathing ceases. His body laid lifeless in a pool of crimson regret.
"Even when he was on the verge of death, standing by death's door..." muttered Moriah. "He still didn't accept my help..."
Zin closed his eyes. "Now that the deed has been done," said Zin. "Surrender his body to me."
Allister glared up at Zin. His hands tightly clenched onto his Saradomin longsword's handle. "You shall not have it." angrily replied Allister.
"There is no choice for you, mortal." stated Zin.
"Brothhhhhhher!" yelled a voice from the entrance behind the group. Adrian suddenly appeared out from the entrance into the throne room, his eyes shot straight towards Modello. "Brother!? Brother!!"
"Brother?" questioned Alena.
Adrian rushed over to Modello's body. His feet stomp down onto the floor just in front of Modello's breathless body. "Brother, why are you sleeping?" curiously asked Adrian, unaware of Modello's death. He began kicking Modello's body with his right leg. "C'mon, enough sleeping. Mom's waiting for us."
Moriah, infuriated by Adrian, showed her anger by gritting her teeth and clenching her hands extremely tightly. She glared up at Adrian who continued to kick Modello's dead body. "He's dead, you moron!"
Adrian froze in place, his breathing still as night. He tilted his head to the left, giving Moriah a curious look. "Dead?" said Adrian. "How could he be dead when he was alive and well yesterday?"