Good evening, citizens of Pokebeach! It's been a while since I posted a fic here and I thought it time I had a go posting this one. Plot's big and crazy- I won't go into detail explaining it. A few characters are based off personas on other forums but this shouldn't stop you enjoying it too much(so long as you don't find it awful anyway =P).
Please note a lot of this was written a long time ago so the style of the first few chapters might be very different to that of the newer ones. So yeah, tell me of any mistakes/critique on stuff but please keep that in mind.
Last note; I didn't add a PG or anything because that seems to give the impression this is a more serious fic, which it isn't. So yeah, read at your own risk, and enjoy the prologue!
“And a shadow will fall across the lands,
As it wakes from it’s tortured slumber.
Each day it will sleep, and fashion it’s teeth,
And endure the flames of hell.
And each night it will return, to prey on the souls of men.
And then return to torture.”
Prologue
“Hello? Is there anybody present?” A massive jet of fire burst from the bubbling magma, with a vicious roar that echoed throughout the cavern. The pits roared and spat, angry, imbued with the souls of dead men, grabbing at the man who stood on the bridge above him. But he was unaffected, merely gazing at the pools of magma beneath him. He stood at an average height, wearing grand, royal robes over a flame patterned suit. A crown sat atop his long, blonde hair, and his piercing blue eyes often flashed red as he gazed marvelled at the pools. This man was the Magma King. And he was in hell.
“There must be somebody here”, he shouted, progressing through the hallways, draping his long robes behind him. He sighted a desk, with “Reception” engraved onto it. Relieved, he progressed to the desk, and pushed down onto the circular buzzer. There was no response. “Hmph”, he muttered, climbing onto the desk. He stroked his chin, awaiting a response.
“I’m sorry, I don’t know what could have happened, the doors were locked-
“But you were on duty, mistress fang! Where were you when this incident occurred, answer me damn you!” The voices were coming from behind the desk. Curious, the Magma King slid off the desk, and slowly walked towards the source of the noise, a group of three people. Or nearly people.
The room was small, with three walls and a large gap, blocked by iron bars. This gap contained a mess of shattered chains, needles and dangerous looking equipment, suspended over a pit of acid. A hideous woman stood before this gap, at least twelve feat tall, with reptilian green skin, her legs replaced with a long, green tail. She had sharp, blood covered teeth, with maggots crawling between her eyes. The second figure stood towering over her, even higher, but this time humanoid. He was a brutish and muscular, clad in skeletal armour, with spikes adorning his back, and shimmering yellow eyes. He was known as the torturer. The third simply stood in the background, observing the scene.
“You were on duty. How could it have escaped?! You would have heard the noise from the surface world, let alone a few metres away from the door! I should have you killed-
“Enough.” The figure who stood in the background walked slowly into the light, his hands behind his back. He was only slightly taller than the average human, though his skin was a deep red, with petrifying black eyes, and 2 twisting horns. He had many names, and many forms. In hell, he was known as their leader. “This is not going anywhere. We will deal with this problem later. For it has come to my attention we are not alone…”
The Magma King took a deep breath.
“Human!” Roared the mysterious red man, glaring at the Magma King.
“Hello”, he said, “I’m looking for a guy, not very old, brown hair-
“We do not deal with requests, human. Now I shall kill you.” He scorched the room with his fiery breath. The Magma King laughed, and brandished his sceptre.
“I’m afraid not. However-
“You…” The mysterious figure recoiled, “You are still alive!” He stroked his brown goatee, and then grinned. “I think we can make a deal”
“A deal? What kind of deal?”
“A few hours ago, my friend, one of our less… Civilised residents, escaped to the surface world. It is known as Dragnok-Jat, the harvester, the taker of souls. Although once it’s powers were almost that of a god’s, after the years of imprisonment and torture, it should not prove to be quite so challenging.”
“I’ll think about it” Replied the Magma King. He scratched his chin.
“Well?..”
“I’ve thought about it. I’m on a bit of a tight schedule at the moment…”
“No, you don’t understand” The mysterious figure began to blur, engulfed in a red gas. He seemed to swell to an enormous size, his fangs now bearing over the Magma King’s head, cackling like a madman. He stretched a claw out to his face. “If you are lax in your duties to pursue this creature…” He scratched a cryptic symbol onto the Magma King’s forehead, “Then first, bad fortunes will arise, luck withering away at a rapid rate. Then, you shall disfigure, physically and socially, be expelled from civilisation by your very family. If you continue… Death” He finished the final scratching, returning to his normal form. “Now, are we clear?”
“Of course, sir” The Magma King gulped.
“Excellent. Now go. And remember: Do not return until Dragnok is back in his rightful place!”
Please note a lot of this was written a long time ago so the style of the first few chapters might be very different to that of the newer ones. So yeah, tell me of any mistakes/critique on stuff but please keep that in mind.
Last note; I didn't add a PG or anything because that seems to give the impression this is a more serious fic, which it isn't. So yeah, read at your own risk, and enjoy the prologue!
“And a shadow will fall across the lands,
As it wakes from it’s tortured slumber.
Each day it will sleep, and fashion it’s teeth,
And endure the flames of hell.
And each night it will return, to prey on the souls of men.
And then return to torture.”
Prologue
“Hello? Is there anybody present?” A massive jet of fire burst from the bubbling magma, with a vicious roar that echoed throughout the cavern. The pits roared and spat, angry, imbued with the souls of dead men, grabbing at the man who stood on the bridge above him. But he was unaffected, merely gazing at the pools of magma beneath him. He stood at an average height, wearing grand, royal robes over a flame patterned suit. A crown sat atop his long, blonde hair, and his piercing blue eyes often flashed red as he gazed marvelled at the pools. This man was the Magma King. And he was in hell.
“There must be somebody here”, he shouted, progressing through the hallways, draping his long robes behind him. He sighted a desk, with “Reception” engraved onto it. Relieved, he progressed to the desk, and pushed down onto the circular buzzer. There was no response. “Hmph”, he muttered, climbing onto the desk. He stroked his chin, awaiting a response.
“I’m sorry, I don’t know what could have happened, the doors were locked-
“But you were on duty, mistress fang! Where were you when this incident occurred, answer me damn you!” The voices were coming from behind the desk. Curious, the Magma King slid off the desk, and slowly walked towards the source of the noise, a group of three people. Or nearly people.
The room was small, with three walls and a large gap, blocked by iron bars. This gap contained a mess of shattered chains, needles and dangerous looking equipment, suspended over a pit of acid. A hideous woman stood before this gap, at least twelve feat tall, with reptilian green skin, her legs replaced with a long, green tail. She had sharp, blood covered teeth, with maggots crawling between her eyes. The second figure stood towering over her, even higher, but this time humanoid. He was a brutish and muscular, clad in skeletal armour, with spikes adorning his back, and shimmering yellow eyes. He was known as the torturer. The third simply stood in the background, observing the scene.
“You were on duty. How could it have escaped?! You would have heard the noise from the surface world, let alone a few metres away from the door! I should have you killed-
“Enough.” The figure who stood in the background walked slowly into the light, his hands behind his back. He was only slightly taller than the average human, though his skin was a deep red, with petrifying black eyes, and 2 twisting horns. He had many names, and many forms. In hell, he was known as their leader. “This is not going anywhere. We will deal with this problem later. For it has come to my attention we are not alone…”
The Magma King took a deep breath.
“Human!” Roared the mysterious red man, glaring at the Magma King.
“Hello”, he said, “I’m looking for a guy, not very old, brown hair-
“We do not deal with requests, human. Now I shall kill you.” He scorched the room with his fiery breath. The Magma King laughed, and brandished his sceptre.
“I’m afraid not. However-
“You…” The mysterious figure recoiled, “You are still alive!” He stroked his brown goatee, and then grinned. “I think we can make a deal”
“A deal? What kind of deal?”
“A few hours ago, my friend, one of our less… Civilised residents, escaped to the surface world. It is known as Dragnok-Jat, the harvester, the taker of souls. Although once it’s powers were almost that of a god’s, after the years of imprisonment and torture, it should not prove to be quite so challenging.”
“I’ll think about it” Replied the Magma King. He scratched his chin.
“Well?..”
“I’ve thought about it. I’m on a bit of a tight schedule at the moment…”
“No, you don’t understand” The mysterious figure began to blur, engulfed in a red gas. He seemed to swell to an enormous size, his fangs now bearing over the Magma King’s head, cackling like a madman. He stretched a claw out to his face. “If you are lax in your duties to pursue this creature…” He scratched a cryptic symbol onto the Magma King’s forehead, “Then first, bad fortunes will arise, luck withering away at a rapid rate. Then, you shall disfigure, physically and socially, be expelled from civilisation by your very family. If you continue… Death” He finished the final scratching, returning to his normal form. “Now, are we clear?”
“Of course, sir” The Magma King gulped.
“Excellent. Now go. And remember: Do not return until Dragnok is back in his rightful place!”
