When Worlds Collide

"Mysticka Arcana Exorcisma!" Ghoul shouted, blasting another hound to smithereens. All of these hounds had jumpstarted her thoughts, making them run in unimaginable circles, as they often did. They made her think of Cryo, how he himself had a hellhound imprisoned within him. That train of thought brought up another image, or rather, feeling. The cold chill in her spine she had felt, one she could only feel with Cryo. Although, now that she had remembered it, it felt more like a wave of heat. She needed to do something about it.

Ghoul looked around, seeing the others had things handled. She had to figure out what was happening, lest she never know. She immediately disappeared, vanishing from sight and space. She flew without sound nor sight through the walls of Asgard, until she found a secluded area, far area from the others. "Forgive me." She whispered, setting down and reappearing. She crossed her legs and sat, drawing various objects from her sidebag. She drew a circle on the ground using purple dust. When her eyes glowed, the dust glowed and drew a pentacle with various other symbols within it using the dark light.

Ghoul had felt Cryo, that's for sure. That must've meant he was here, in this reality. No matter how much she didn't want to believe it, he was. Now she'd find him. She removed a sweatband from her bag, one with an image of an angry penguin on it. It had belonged to Cryo, and she could still see the hairs on it from his fur. She levitated it to the center of the circle. "Mysticka Arcana Firato." Violet flames reminiscent of candles flickered on around Ghoul and the circle, each at different heights and lengths away. Ghoul clapped her hands together, firing them with spectral energy. She began mumbling something, so quickly and quietly it sounded like a low hum. The wristband shook and flew upwards, flying around Ghoul before stopping in front of her.

A glimpse of hope shimmered in her eyes as it flew off, a violet trail following it. Her Location spell had worked. She gathered her things and began flying after it, leaving Asgard behind. When she was far enough away from Asgard, she said, "Mysticka Arcana Astrata!" Ghoul was enveloped in spectral energy that consumed her, turning her into one burst of violet light streaking across the land. In her Astral form, she flew through the skies after the band. It passed over a forest, and suddenly went limp, falling through the trees. Ghoul emerged from her flight patterns and descended, kneeling down to pick up the wristband. She looked around warily, and heard a whimpering nearby, behind a bush. Ready for anything, she burst through the bush. What she found made her die a little inside.

She saw Simba, Cryo's beloved pet, half-dead by a river. His legs were worn and bleeding from what looked to be shackle wounds, his fur was ragged and wild, and his skin was stuck tightly to bone as a result of starvation. "Simba!" She cried, running over to him with tears rolling down her cheeks. Simba merely twitched an ear, unable to lift his head. Ghoul lifted Simba and set him in her lap. "Simba, who did this to you!?" Ghoul took out some healing herbs and made him chew and swallow, hopefully their magical properties would take root soon. She touched Simba's forehead to hers, and a violet flash signaled her ability to talk to him. Simba groaned and fully opened his eyes, widening them in awe.

"Seraph?" He groaned. "How are you alive? Scott killed you." He formed what sounded like a cough.

"Seraph? No, no Simba it's me! Ghoul! Don't you remember me?" She patted his fur and noticed his wounds slowly beginning to heal.

"Seraph, what are you talking about? I'd remember your angel face anywhere. What's with your clothes, they're so dark all of a sudden." Ghoul noticed Simba's voice healing, reverting from a hoarse whisper to full speech. Ghoul thought about what he said, and realized that in this other demension, her and her friend were reversed. She played along for now, hoping to get some information out of him.

"Simba, how did I die?" She manifested food and began feeding him, alowing him to speak between mouthfuls.

"You don't remember? Scott, thirsty with bloodlust, went after you after tasting human blood. He killed you, his own girlfriend, and then Bruce. He killed everyone until he couldn't live with himself and moved to Mt. St. Helens. He dragged me along with him, and chained me, trying to toughen me up." He coughed once more.

Mt. St. Helens? Ghoul thought. Cryo would never go there. It was an abandoned forge of Hephaestus. Why would a water-powered werewolf go to a volcano? Unless...he wasn't water-powered! Ghoul's eyes widened in astonishment as her mind wandered. "Simba, listen to me. I know I may look like her, but I am not Seraph. Seraph is dead. My name is Ghoul, I'm Seraph from an alternate reality. In that reality, we're all still alive." Simba's look shifted from confusion to enlightenment as she spoke.

"You have to stop him. He's gone mental. Leave me here and go stop him. He's joined some sort of Brotherhood. Whatever they're planning, it can't be good." Simba shakily stood on his feet, stumbling to the side at first but regaining his balance. He licked Ghoul's face as a sign of gratitude. "Thank you Ghoul. I'll be fine. See if you can talk some sense into him. He may be evil, but he's still Scott." Ghoul nodded, tears once more flowing from her eyes. Seeing Simba in this state was unbearable. She left some more herbs and food, telling him to get better.

Ghoul waved goodbye and flew up, blasting off in her Astral Form. Tears out of sadness changed to tears of anger. She entered the vicinity of Asgard, seeing Paladin working up a storm, literally. She set down and walked to the edge, peering down at the army. Somewhere in there was Scott. She couldn't help her face as it betrayed her, giving away the torment within her. She knew Scott would be different, and because of that, she knew she had to do the unspeakable.

The were marching towards the band of heroes and Goki was standing right next to the rest almost one of them. But deep down he knew that would never happen, his world made that all to real to him. He remembers his father telling him of how his mother glad in diamond fell during a fight much like this, overlingly powerful odds. She stood against a horde of both Brood and the human hosts with Brood powers, she fell many of them but soon she exhausted her powers and powers flinched. And in that instance she was impaled upon the tail of one of the vile beasts. Father told me he went nuclear for the third time that day going totally mad after watching his wife fall in battle.

Now I stand in the same instance, facing odds against my own and the others. I watch as the godling stands and does his magic, but I do not wait for the others. I hover over the ground for a brief moment and then fly forwards towards the front of the horde and i scream. My voice echoes through the world and a bright light shoots out from my mouth making an almost tunnel looking hole in their masses. And then I go flame and slam my fists into them, their armor crushes my hand each time I slam my flame engulfed hands into them. My hands heal immediately but the pain stays but nothing stops me, I need to show myself and my father where ever he is that Iam the son of the greatest villain my world ever knew.

The hordes growl as they grow closer and the rest stand idle waiting for someone to start the barrage and true to my genes my son does. Showing a intelligence in fighting I dont myself like using...tactics heading straight on and taking out the first wave with little effort. And I smile and turn metallic and push my armor to the max and it turns into a almost knight suit and I turn to Andy and the wind pushes his scent towards me, I can smell the wanting of battle and I smile looking at him "Well what are you going to do just stand their come on you lets show these boys what real Vets can do." And I turn running down the hill and my arms grow red and then burst into flames and then mix into a flame/darkness energy. My arms flowing with power I fire a shot from each arm sending myself into the air and then slamming down into the middle of the horde squashing a few on my way down.

My body goes into over drive, I slam my fists into random beasts. Their bones crushing under the forces of my punches one lunges at me with a weapon and I grab it and then pull him towards me extending my arm out close lining him and he falls to the ground with a grunt. The rest of the pack jump onto my back growling and snarling chomping down on my skin their teeth digging in "Be careful what you you bite morons, it might bite back. AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH" and My body begins to heat up and I send a burst of energy outwards from my body incinerating all of the beasts that were on top of me. Then they come in the next wave slamming down onto me, i create a Bo staff from my darkness and begin to slam it into random beasts screaming to the others " A little f@!king help would be appreciated!"

" A little f@!king help would be appreciated!"

"You never said please!" called down Paragon.

"God f@#$ing damnit, Paragon! Get down here!" cursed DC from the battlefield.

"Get down here what?" yelled back Paragon, sharing a muffled laugh with Brooke.

"ARRRRGHHH!"

"Close enough." He shrugged, as he turned to his daughter. "Alright, Lemon. I think it's time for you to head back to your hiding spot again." Brooke just rolled her eyes before heading back to her hideout. With Brooke gone, Paragon took a running start at the edge of the city before swan-diving into a freefall to the battle below.

The earth came faster and faster, as the air rushed over his body and through his hair. Just before hitting the ground, a quick teleportation changed his direction from vertical to horizontal, spearing a Dark Legionnaire in the chest, sending it falling backwards, knocking over several others behind it like a row of dominoes. Paragon rolled to his feet and drew his katana, hacking and slashing at the hordes around him.

"Hey DC! Did you ever watch Lord of the Rings? Let's start our own contest like the elf and the dwarf had! Hundred bucks for the winner! I'm already at seven... Eight... Nine!" he shouted over the battle to his teammate, while cutting down more of Rayne's soldiers. He then made a series of quick teleportations, weaving around the Horde, laying waste to whoever was foolish enough to come within striking distance. "Nineteen... Twenty... Twenty-two! Ha! See that move? Got two birds stoned at once there!" he laughed. This mild hesitation cost him dearly, as a hulking demon hit him square in the chest with it massive club, sending him flying across the mud.

"HAHAHA" laughed the foul creature, as it chased down the hero. The red skinned demon picked up Paragon by the throat, and held him infront of it hideous face, so that he could look into it's fiery yellow eyes. "HA! I WILL SAVOUR THE TASTE OF YOUR INNARDS, HUMAN!"

Suddenly, a dark blade burst forth from the demon's chest, and it let out a bellow of pain, before dropping Paragon, and falling face first, dead, in the mud.

"Not so fast!" came a familiar voice. Paragon knew he had heard it many times before, but couldn't quite put his finger on where. He picked himself up off the ground and looked up at his rescuer. He was dressed in an all black armor, and blood red cloak, much like his black one. In his hand was a massive ebony bladed sword, that Paragon recognized as Arrow's old Sword of Souls. The face was all too familiar, but strange at the same time, as it had a massive scar running down the right side of his pale face, and an eye patch covering his right eye.

"Good. You're alive." smiled the alternate Paragon. "I wanted to kill you myself."

"Frick... I never get the alternate Happy-funtime me..."

He had not been himself since the visions. He couldn't get the evil out of his head. He had killed so much that blood had stained his hands. But the joy that was felt as his twin took life with out care. Hawk's blood boiled in his skin as he remembered his old weapon x missions. Killing all that got in his way, villages at a time. Hawks sword could have filled oceans with the blood that they had let flow.

As he stood with LP watching hordes of demons come and fall under the LP's hail storm, fire built in his belly. This man with a wife and two kids, a man who was a hero through and through, was a killer. He was trained from birth for one thing to kill and do it with out feeling. Looking up to the now dark sky Hawk stretched out his wings, turning towards LP he spoke softly. "My turn"

With that he took to the air. The demons flew like ducks out of the water, Hawk was a bird of prey. As he flew threw the sky his swords ripped throught the bodies of one after the other. The sky began to rain a red mist down on the battlefield. Hawk could see the hesitation in the eyes of his enemy, they were scared. Lord's Angel had beaten fear into these warriors. They face all with out fear, but not their leader. As Hawk became covered in blood he let out a roar, he looked just like their leader.

Hawk landed in the battlefield walking towards the demons hands at his side. They parted bowing as they did. "Make way for the Lord's Angel!"  Hawk had never seen such fear and respect, he wanted to take it for his own. His mind was filled with the power that he could take. Lord's Angel was in his head once again.

Hawk turned towards his friends fighting blades, boe's, and hammers flying. LP and Hawk made eye contact, LP with a courious look on his face. Hawk simply smiled as he stood in the midst of their enemy with his hands at his side. With that his large wings expanded and he spun killing all in a 20 foot range.

A roar was heard through out the battlefield, as Hawk killed with out thought, let his training take over. He was no longer a husband, father, hero.......he was a Weapon X.

I'm coming for you Hawk, A dark voice filled his head.

With blood, sweat and spit dripping from his body, he was ready.

Pyro-Wolf stood at the head of the army, staring up at Asgard. It reminded him of Olympus, where his father was from. He stood with his arms folded, not even in a battle pose, he just stood there, his muscles tense against his fur. He wasn't trying to look cool or anything. He was trying to control himself. If he let go an inch, he'd go into a blood frenzy, unable to quench his thirst. It ha happened before, and it resulted in the death of his girlfriend at his hands. He didn't mind the feeling, the rush he got, but the small part of humanity inside him made him do it.

Then, he got a sense, a feeling that allowed him to loosen up. It's mere presence made him nostalgic. A flash of memory showed a picture of Seraph. But, it couldn't be! He arched his head to the side and saw a violet streak flying for Asgard. Violet? Where was the Amber streak? This greatly confused him. He was about to figure it all out.

Flames engulfed him and he shot up toward Asgard, his flight path angled for the streak of light.

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Ghoul suddenly saw flames, almost like an explosion, leap forward towards her. Her.  She knew who it was immediately. It was Scott, although who he was in this dimension she didn't know. After seeing the flames, a few plot lines to his story opened in her head, but she didn't like any of them. She flew down towards him, stopping before him and holding up her hand in a stop motion. "Stop right there, furball. No Dogs Allowed."

His face took her in, as did she take in him. He had black fur, contrary to Cryo's brown, and Red tattoos instead of blue. His face looked like a mix of confusion and grief. "Seraph?" He said, "H-How are you alive?" He pleaded, inching closer with his arms open.

"I've heard this story before," Ghoul said, inching back, covering his hands in spectral energy. "And I'm not Seraph. I'm her inter-dimensional counterpart, Ghoul." She uickly contemplated how odd that sounded.

Scott's face grew more confused. "What are you talking about, Seraph? I'd know the most beautiful angel in the world anywhere." There was a hint of regret and sadness in his voice, but mostly it was lustful. Ghoul immediately was disgusted. This was definitely not the Scott she knew. It made it a little easier on her.

"Look, Furface. You're the counterpart of one of my dear friends as well. I'm not this Seraph, and you're not my Cryo." She blushed a bit as she said my Cryo. "You're evil, and Cryo would never be like that."

"Cryo?" Scott scoffed. "That's a lame name. I'm Pyro-Wolf." His eyes abandoned their tough facade for a moment, but a moment, as he said, "Please, join me. Be with me and we can defeat these ICE Dragons," he paused, "together."

Ghoul looked long and hard at Pyro. She finally shook her head, firing her hands in energy. "No. ICE Dragons is my team. Cryo's team. I'm not about to let Cryo down."

Pyro's eyes grew cold, parallel to his firy disposition. "Fine. If you're not with me, you're against me."

Ghoul dodged the giant fireball thrown at her moments before it hit. "How dare you impersonate an angel anyway!?" Pryo growled, chasing after her. Ghoul led him in an aerial fight around Asgard, dodging fireballs and shooting balls of energy. She flew into a courtyard in Asgard and faced him.

"At least answer some questions for me?" Ghoul said, running for Pyro. He pushed his hands forward, sending a blast of fire for her. She leaped and spun, spiraling over the flame and landing behind Pyro. She put her hands to his shoulders and whispered in his ear, "How are you all flame-y?" She fired a spectral blast from her hands, pushing him down and blasting her into the air. She flipped and landed crouched down. Pyro growled and bared his claws. If he was anything like Cryo, he'd start with the physical fighting now.

He slashed down, and Ghoul side stepped to dedge it. A black stone erupted from the ground behind her, crashing into her. She looked back at the stone and saw it was Stygian Rock from the Underworld. "I can do much more than that."

Ghoul looked back to him wide-eyed. "A son of Hades?" She said, punching forward.

He grabbed her arm and flipped her over, slamming her into the ground. He kicked her head up so she sat upright and spun her arm around her back locking her in place. "That's right." He sniffed her cheek before licking it. She cringed from the motion. "You taste just like her, you know. It was sorta...exhilarating. Tasting her blood, the same taste as her irresistible scent." He licked his lips in remembrance. "So tell me about yourself. Why are you a ghost with apparent dark magic. Seraph was an angel with light magic." Ghoul got her other arm free, and she used it to elbow his stomach. She ran forward, wiping the spit from her cheek.

"First off, Sicko!" She made a disgusted face as he got to his feet. She came at him again with a spinning kick to the jaw. "I was murdered by Damien, the Diabolos, and when I came back I had ghost powers. I was already learning dark magic as the Mystik." She fell to her feet, performing a coffee grinder that sent Pyro to his back. She leaped onto his chest, putting a hand to his throat.

"Damien?" He said, exhasperated. "The Centurion? He's a son of Poseidon and the goodiest goody-two-shoes you'll ever meet. I'm the Diabolos!" He kicked up with his feet, getting her square between the shoulderblades. Pyro pushed Ghoul off him, rolling over so he was pinning her to the ground. "How are you the Mystik? Seraph was the Cosmos!"

Ghoul hit him below the belt, causing him to topple over onto his side clutching his tenders. She got up and  stood over him. "Things are way different in your realm, pup." That must've struck a nerve.

His eyes burned inside his skull. "Don't call me PUP!" A huge blast of fire sent Ghoul shooting into the sky. She soon began plummeting back for Asgard, but Pyro flew up to meet her. "I've had enough of you and your questions!" He roared, punching down to her stomach. She slammed into the hard tile, forming an imprint. She grimaced as she got up, a little dizzy. Pyro touched down and was running for her, claws bared. He slashed down and she leaped up flipping over him and kicking backwards. He stumbled forwards and tripped over the imprint, falling face first into the ground. Ghoul cartwheel over him, her hand pushing his head down as he tried to get it.

"You know Casper, right?" Pyro got up, nodding and cracking his neck. Ghoul smiled. "I'm nothing like him." She went intangible, flying into his body and taking control of it. He suddenly stood straight, moving as Ghoul would move, with the violet eyes to match.

"Gosh," Pyro said, although it was truly Ghoul who was talking. "You are so different from Cryo. Cryo's more like fluffy panda. You're like a scruffy stray dog." She glanced down, deciding to add insult to injury. "And, not to mention, Cryo's bigger." Pyro began punching and clawing at himself, until finally Ghoul was forced from his body. She skidded on her rear across the floor to a stop while Pyro licked his wounds.

"How'd you do that?" Ghoul said, staggering to her feet. She felt a little whoozy after taking possession of Pyro's body.

"Son of Hades remember!? Control of the Dead?" That gave him an idea. "Which reminds me. You're undead." He reached out to control her, but she wouldn't move.

"Nice try, Hotshot, but in my human form you can't do a thing." She stuck out her tongue before inhaling a deep breath of air. Pyro mimicked doing the same. Ghoul let loose her banshee scream, violet soundwaves traveling from her gaping mouth. Pyro unleashed a Super sonic Howl, red soundwaves flying from his jaws toward Ghoul's Banshee Scream.

Freak had teleported the gods back to their home, and they were very greatful. He'd even had time to meet some of them, and exchange war stories.

But that was an hour ago, before the battle started. Octagon sat on the edge of the city, watching the army in the distance getting closer. He sighed, because he knew he'd have to fight soon, and he was still tired from teleporting all those gods. But he'd have to man up and take them on just like he had the night before. But this time, Paladin had created some kinda monsterous storm that covered up the whole sky. It was almost pitch-black.

Octagon really liked the dark, but this was awesome. Octagon could see everything perfectly, and he felt stronger than ever. And he would need all this darkness to work with when the fight started.

The resulting explosion from the clashing soundwaves sent both Ghoul and Pyro flying off in either dirction, slamming into a respective wall. Ghoul dropped from the cracked marble, shaking her head. She quickly rotated her arm to increase circulation, and readied herself. The smoke would be clearing soon, and she needed to be ready for whatever this mutt threw at her.

The black smoke drifted away to reveal Pyro opposite her across the courtyard, doing the exact same thing. He growled and fired his fists with flames, running for her. Ghoul reciprocated, covereing her hands in shining purple light and dashing for him. They both leaped into the air, followed by a flurry of kicks and punches. Ghoul punched at the same time Pyro kicked, each blocking the other with exact precision. Ghoul finally got the upper hand, kneeing him in his stomach three times consecutively, saying, "You guys make me sick, sick sick!" She sent him flying into the air, only to have him flip and come down with a punch. She jumped back, dodging as it sailed into the ground.

Ghoul expected some sort of witty remark in response to her allusion, but none came. He punched forward, and Ghoul caught his fist in hers. She twisted under his arm to come out behind him, and held him at the shoulder. "What, no witty comeback? Don't you realize what show that's from?" She sent a blow to his shoulderblade, sending him to his knee. He countered, falling forward into a hand stand and kicking her back.

"I don't know what you're talking about." He spun and ran for her again, and she matched. She punched forward with her right, as did he with his, and the other caught the other's punch. They struggled for control, each side not giving an inch.

"It's from the Power Rangers movie! You of all beings in any reality should know the Power Rangers!"

Pyro's face morphed to that of disgust. "Power Rangers? That stupid kids show? Who in their right mind watches that crap!?"

Ghoul's eyes widened as her mouth dropped. She wasn't hearing this. She couldn't be hearing this. She remained silent, trying to overcome the shock. "You monster!" She yelled, overcoming her shock and going straight to anger. This guy was definitely not Cryo, however many similarities they had. She, still holding his fists, flipped back, kicking him in the chest to knock him back. She flipped to the ground and began firing Magic bursts at him. She noticed now that he moved differently than Cryo, much differently. She could tell Cryo's distinct movements anywhere, as they moved fluidly and gracefully, with lots of flips and almost seamless movements.

Pyro, however, was different. He moved sharper, staying close to all fours. If he jumped, all four limbs would be stretched out in attack. He almost....scuttled--Ghoul couldn't define any other way to describe his quick quadrepedal movements--when he moved. When he struck, he struck quick, reeling back to take another. The movements reminded her of an animal, but she couldn't quite think of which. He dodged her blasts with ease, then leaped for her. As he dove down, she jumped up, soaring over him. As she did, something caught her eye, just at the base of Pyro's neck on his back. She quickly cast a spell, "Mysticka Arcana Chrono Decelera!" Time slowed in their immediate area, but she moved normally.

Ghoul spun in mid-air, looking closely at it. It was a tattoo, something that Cryo didn't have.  It was of tribal design, looking almost Samoan. It was in the shape of a Spider, something very odd for Cryo, being Arachnophobic. In addition to the glowing red tattoos all over Pyro's black fur, this tattoo was barely noticeable, a deeper black than his fur. It took her some time to see the full tattoo, and even then it instilled her with fear. It didn't look good, more menacing and evil. She snapped her fingers, and time assumed its natural flow. Pyro landed and spun, Ghoul doing the same. They were both exhausted by now, Ghoul could tell that. They both breathed heavily, anticipating the other's move. But something was different. The red in his eyes was dancing as if in an invisible light, almost liquid red. Somehow, that told Ghoul something was up.

His eyes burned with the same firy passion they had before, but something changed. She noticed a glowing red light coming from his back, the same spot where the tattoo was. Ghoul couldn't help but get lost in the sight, as spiritual energy of the brightest red engulfed Pyro. He roared, and flung his arms out, four firy legs shooting out from him and pinning Ghoul to the ground. She expected them to burn at the touch, but instead they felt cold, like the feeling of the After Life and of Spirits. She tried to move, but couldn't. As she looked closer, she realized what kind of legs they were. As if in answer to her sudden realization, four more legs leaped from Pyro, formed almost a cage around Ghoul. The final form of the beast emerged from Pyro, jaws snapping.

It was a massive spider made from spiritual energy, trapping Ghoul to the ground, snapping at her face all the while. One glance over to Pyro told her he was controlling the beast, and now he controlled the battle.

On a mountain top The Lord's Angel received reports on the battle below. A man who was more than a leader of men, he was a true warrior, one of the most fear in this world. In the air he had no revile. The reports told a story that he had expected, a battle of ledgend that story would be told about for generations to come. Lord's Angel could no longer stay on this hill while glory was being had on the battlefield. He called for his armour, a light mess that with a winged angel plated on the front of it. He gave orders as he gathered his swords, blood was about to fall, heros will die.

Lord, we have received reports of a man that bears your likeness, he is powerful and kills quickly.  The Lord's Angel gave a smirk as he pulled his out his swords flexing the blade in his hand. With a quick flick of his wrist the messagers head left his body, still pumping blood as it fell. Lord's Angel took to the sky followed by a swarm of demons. As his dark hair flew behind him he call to the animals of his world, to fight with him. His mind connected with Hawk's once again. Seeing through Hawk's eyes he saw the death that came with his blades. Wings and swords flew as blood filled the air. Lord's Angel thrist for blood raged as he watched Hawk kill his men. Hawk I'm coming for you. He spoke as he flew into battle.

Landing in the midst of it all he saw his enemies as the troops of men parted for the feared one. He walked through the crowd looking to the sky to see the thunder gods, sound and lights. He wanted to kill, to choke the life out of someone with his own two hands. To feel the warmth of the blood as it flowed out of his enemy. He saw the winged warrior covered in blood head to toe, wings shining in the light. Interesting....... Metal wings, wonder what other upgrades he has? Just then Hawk caught his eye as he thrust his sword into a giant man's chest. Hawk pulled out his sword slowly lifting the huge man off the ground as he did, showing his great strength. LA was not intimated. The two men walked towards his each other, each with swords at their sides. LA noticed that Hawk too had the swords that he had had since his youth. The paced picked up more and more, until both of the warriors were running. With a quick flap of their wings they met in mid air. The speed at which they hit was great and a lound BOOM was heard over the course of the battlefield.

The battle raged below as to great warrior rose higher and higher into sky years of training made their moves smooth and quick as one attacked and the other countered. Blood would be spilled in the sky and an Angel of some sort would fall.

The hail storm had done much damage to the opposing army.  Many of them were killed and others wounded.  As the barrage of hail stopped members of ICE engaged themselves into the battle.  They carried the fight directly to the oncoming demons, leaping down from Asgard onto the battlefield below.

Their labors were very successful, as many more of the opposing army met their fate.  Hawk was standing next to Paladin as the bird of prey quickly said “My turn” as he opened his wings and took flight.  Paladin always marveled at the site of his mighty friend in action. 

Paladin stood for a moment looking across the field of battle.  Already it was covered with the bloody bodies of the demons.  “They would have done well to heed my warning, but then the powers of this world only understand one lesson.  One which they are about to learn once and for all.”

Paladin placed his mighty hammer on his belt.  He reached behind his shoulders and grabbed the handle of the powerful hell fire axe which he always carried with him.  With his other hand he took hold of the handle of the magic sword given to him by Sif.  Paladin roared with the sound of thunder as he jumped down from Asgard and landed on the earth.

The ground shook upon the impact of his landing, and the demons surrounding him fell to the ground.  Once they stood to their feet Paladin attacked them with a fury they could not withstand.  Striking with both the axe and the sword, spinning around, and slashing them into pieces over and over until he stood alone; hundreds fell to his blades as for a brief moment there wasn’t an enemy around him to fight. 

Paladin looked over to his left and saw Hawk, but the site puzzled Paladin.  The demons seemed to be in awe of Hawk, they were all around him, but were not attacking.  Then suddenly Hawk opened his wings and delivered an awesome attack killing all the demons which surrounded him.  Paladin thought, he does what he does with style, for sure.

Nighthunter stood in his room meditating alone without any disturbance until the alarm that informed him that the ICE dragons were ready to begin and that the battle of the century was about to start, good and evil would once again battle for the destiny of Earth and it was in the hands of just a few the fate of millions.

Nighthunter got up, ready to begin what he had been preparing himself for years, the Freedom Fighters were ready, they were highly trained, skilled and powerful but that wouldn't be enough by itself, they would need every single weapon that they could use, leading to Nighthunter picking his weapons of choice; his old sword that had touched the blood of dozens of opponents both allies and enemies, one of his best guns, his gauntlet and another weapon that he hadn't dared to use until this year.

"I guess it always ends like this. One of us starts a big mess and the other one has to clean it with everything we have at our disposal" said Nighthunter to himself, but it was just like if he had the younger and not corrupted version of Andferne infront of him, flashbacks of everything that the two of them had lived together before these dark age started, show much the old ways were gone and that there was no comming back.

"The old ways are forever gone...." said Nighthunter and then pressed one of the buttons on his desk that revealed a display cage with a perfect duplicate of Andferne's old shield,  Nighthunter took it and looked it with great fascination "...That doesn't mean I can't appreciate the old school" after saying that he put the shield on his back next to his sword and ordered all of the resistance to start teleporting to the field of battle, it was time to finally settle this.

Suddenly hundreds of soldiers started to appear in the middle of Asgard, without hesistation they jumped into battle proving why fate had chosen them as the last generation of heroes, the display of power and skills of them superior to many before them, showing how they could act and look the same as the heroes of yesterday.

Nighthunter grabbed his guns and jumped into battle, those guns were designed by himself and had an incredible amount of fire power which was hown when with just one shot he took down several of the warriors of evil, every single shot killiing a few of them without any problem. "Don't take prisioners and don't hold back commandos, every attack that you miss means that 50 others will go after you so don't give them that fight" said Nighthunter on the com-link of the powersuits that all members of the resistance had with them.

"Figures..." said Nighthunter when he figures out that the guns no longer could shoot, seeing how many enemies go after him he throws his gun to one of them, hitting him in the head and causing a small contusion, enough to use his head as a way to gain height and a little bit of momentum to use their own numbers against them, those warriors didn't show any cordination and easily got in each other's way as everyone wanted a piece of Nighthunter.

Using a simple kick Nighthunter was able to break the neck of one of them while using his fighting skills to kill others while also gaining any distance to move freely, then choosing to use his legendary move; the leopard blow, killing a man with one shot. Using only the five fingers through the skull just like a leopard kills, no mortal; either human or mortal could be touched by this attack and talk about it, then as fast as they fell against Nighthunter's guns they fell for this great tecnique.

Then the moment came, one of the enemies sent a fire attack directly to Nighthunter, with nowhere to jump as a way to evade the attack Nighthunter grabbed the shield from his back and used it to absorb the attack, the shield was as great as the original was so many years ago which almost amazed Nighthunter.

Nighthunter had studied that shield a few years ago as a way to see how Andferne was one of the few people able to use it that way, his discovery was that you need to do a lot of calculations in a matter of seconds just like if they were pure instinct, the user also needed a specific level of strength; if the user didn't have enough strength the shield would barely even move and if the user used too much strength while launching it the shield would lose any sense of direction making it more dangerous to the user than to the opponent in some cases.

Nighthunter knew then that he didn't have enough strength to use the shield in the ways his old friend did, however that all changed when he used his own formula of the super soldier serum, he gained levels of strength similars to the ones of Andferne making him able to use the shield if he wanted, however he chose to don't do it because of a fear to become how Andferne had, to go too much over the edge and get lost in the darkness, but now it was time to use the shield against the minions of the dark ruler because sometimes the only way to beat your opponent is to become him or atleast what he represents, that's the ultimate trick to know how to fight someone and do the impossible.

"Let's see if that much workout paid" said  Nighthunter and after that threw it infront of him in a vertical position, hitting everyone that was in the middle of the attack in the chest and head causing them to fall unconscious or even dead, hitting in a wall of the floating city as a way to go back to it's user.

"Now that's more like it" said Nighthunter and then threw the shield in an horizontal position against a few enemies that were attacking some of his soldiers, however just before it hit the target it went a few centimeters above the head, causing it to miss. After realizing that he had avoided the attack the stupid creature started to laugh at Nighthunter, without realizing that it has ritcocheted another two times causing it to hit the enemy that had tried to sneak on Nighthunter while also distracting the enemy infront. "Yeah, I did that on purpose, just like this..."

After that Nighthunter quickly grabbed his sword and threw it to where the enemy was standing, stabbing him between the two eyes and causing a quick death, it had also been able to lay hanging in a tree behind the beast, soon after that the shield which had changed to a vertical position hit a wall on the right of the tree causing it to move directly to where the sword was hanging and stopping when it got tied up with the place of the sword that Nighthunter uses to hold it, now the favorite weapons of both Andferne and Nighthunter were hanging in that tree with the blood of the enemy that in some way both of them had left take over the world; one of them for not wanting to accept the end of a life and the other one for not wanting to be the one to end another life.

Without losing any second he ran to where the tree was and took both of the weapons out from the tree and jumped into battle again, seeing how many enemies were still there he knew that he had to find another one of the ICE dragons and ask for help, they had to work as a team if they wanted to win this fight, if they didn't everything would be lost.

Things had been quiet at the castle for some time as he told them his story, about waking up and having to search for Brooke right away, then finding the portal and coming to find them. To find his Lexi. Then there was a warning from Heimdell about an approaching darkness. Just as he spoke to Paladin about it Andy heard this voice in his head, a soft angelic voice....Lexi! "Andy? Darling, can you hear me? Please.... Please hear me. I really need to hear your voice right now. I need to know things back in Asgard are safe!" just as she finished speaking he felt this strong presence in his head, his eye went white underneath the visor as he felt her presence more than heard it now. He walked over to the edge to join Paladin and the others staring off  into the distance and using the telescopic vision in his visor to show him what was coming. There were thousands of them all lead by Evil Warlords of the World. Not only could Lexi now see through his eyes but she could hear and feel what was around him from the power of the Mind Gem she had tapped into.

Soon the army was upon them and a great and terrible war had started. The forced of good and evil waged in a battle for survival. Large massive Balors flew into Asgard and attacked the newly brought back gods as many more stayed on the ground to face off against the Ice members who brought the fight to them. Hell Hounds were appearing out of no where and attacking as well. But just as the enemies had friends and alliances so to did the Asgardians and Ice. Nighthunter and his Freedom Fighters came to their aid, but the balance was still not in their favor. It was going to take everything they had and more to fight back this darkness.

Again he heard her voice after they had waged war for what seemed hours, but this time her voice was not in his head, he could feel her, near him. He turned and saw her flying in the air as she greeted her family. A sickening thud was heard as he struck out with his shield against a leaping Hellhound, sending it down to the ground as its head caved in from the impact. She rushed him and stole as kiss as she wrapped her arms around him and held on tightly. "Damn darlin, it's good to see you!....Baby it's good to see you, too! You scared me so bad!" His own arms wrapped around her tiny waist tightly as he pulled her close to his chest, returning that kiss with a long missed passion. The two lovers continued to fight side by side as if they never missed a single beat. Her blasts of telekinetic energy made the hound howl and whine in pain as they scampered off. They were doing it, they were holding off the enemy, but something Big was going to have to be done in order for them to turn this around.

He could feel something was not right with her as she kept a mental link with him, sharing their thoughts as they fought on, always aware of where each other was and what they were doing, who and what was around them, they truly were one. As she spoke about the Gems he gave her a look with haste. "Then there is no time, we can not waste idly by here why he moves in, show me, I will clear the path" with that massive blasts of red concussive force cleared away Balor after Balor, mighty blows of his shield sent hellhounds running for their masters and the couple was off the find the missing Gem laying in the city somewhere.

In a matter of moments they came to a spot and she had said it laid through there, that opening but it was too small for either one of them to crawl through. "D@mnit its too small, Neither one of us will ever be able to fit through there" his voice echoed through the small passage way to where a hiding Brooke was.

When Rayne and paladin had unveiled the fact that Lexi had gone missing Andy had been at the least, disappointed.He had traveled through a mystical portal into another world to find the love of his life, only to find that she had went missing.Although she had left without notice.Rayne and Paladin reassured her return, they would make it their primary priority to search out their teammate and sister at all cost, but as the group of heroes stood on the edge of Asgard they realized they no longer needed to.Soon enough, the dark legion that ruled this world would be approaching and the need to seek out their beloved comrade would no longer be necessary.They would defeat the dark forces and beat the information of Lexi's whereabouts out of them if they had to.

On the horizon, forces so great that the earth rumbled under their whim could be seen marching forward.With the mighty call of his godly hammer and power Paladin struck the earth with weather feats so great, that large hail rained down from the heavens striking the legions numbers and crippling a fraction of their forces.Soon earthquakes erupted from deep within the sandy remnants of the desert opening up endless ravines which encompassed a great number of the legion's forces.Rayne could also see a few of his other teammates take charge in battle like DC who had gladly rushed into the fray unleashing devastating attacks upon the dark army's troops.Soon he was followed by Paragon and even Hawk.

Suddenly Rayne felt a mental link establish with old allies.Somehow his old war buddy Destra had reconnected with him int their mental chain link.Soon he even felt Sephirim's connection come back to him.

The three had been friends for the longest, Rayne could still remember the first day he had met each of them, which in retrospect had been ironic and quite funny.

*Flash-back*

Darkchild screams a warrior cry as he slams his fists into beast after beast. They fall like bugs, none of them stand a chance against his awesome power. The blood of the creatures along with his own cover his body, by this time his uniform has been torn to tatters and nothing but a torn piece of shirt and his pants remain. Mainly due to his own power going on unchecked as he fought. As he races through the hordes of beasts they begin to back away from Darkchild and then he realizes he has lost sight of his son Goki, that the beasts are making room for something.

"Goki?! Where are you boy?" he screams out spinning looking for his son, then a loud roar is heard from atop the hill above him. Then a woosh as something soars past him, he turns around to see his son roll on the ground and come to a stop. He races over to Goki who has been beaten to a pulp, almost unconcious. DC grabs his son by the waist and pulls him towards him, the boy tells him to let him the f@#k go all he needs is a rest. Goki never lets his father see his pain showing he only needs a little rest. Darkchilds eyes turn black as he looks down at his other worldy son and sets him on the ground. A random beast runs at the boys body wanting too feed and DC raises his arm and the beast shakes for a brief moment then his body turns a bright red and then is incinerated. His body falls in clumps to the ground, Darkchild stands up from the ground and looks up to the top of the hill. A large monstrocity stands with a large grin on his face and points to Darkchild. Darkchild makes his way towards the monster the beasts on either side jump at him at every step each stop mid-air and blow away in the wind. The heat within his body and the fire escaping him burn and incinerate each one as they attack him.

He finally reaches the beast and it stands a good foot taller than Darkchild, he looks up at the beast then looks him up an down "Gutter bitch" he says to the beast and it with ungodly speed swings a large mace and it slams into Darkchilds side and sends him airborne and he slams down hard into the ground. He stands and smiles a trail of blood falling from his mouth, the beast begins a running speed towards Darkchild and DC does the same.

IRage fiiled his eyes as he took to the air sword in hand cutting, slashing, blocking and defending the attacks of the Lord's Angel. Each of the two warriors were making contact with their strikes blood flowing down into their hands, but both healed with such quickness that only the pain effected them. With clitched teeth and muscles aching the two birds of prey threw blow that boomed across the battlefield. Some of the warriors below had stopped their attack to see this battle of the birds.

Hawk and LA traded blows back and forth each leaving their mark on the others skin only for a moment. LA hit Hawk with more force than he could imaging every conjuring up. Hawk's jaw broke at the joint, only for Hawk to force it back in place. Hawk's fists were bloody from his and his enemies blood. The battle raged in the sky as neither of these warriors had ever face a warrior who knew them so well.Hawk drove a knee into the midsection a LA and for a moment Hawk gain the advantage he quickly drove LA into the earth from high in the sky. Standing above his body Hawk growled looking down on his twin. Quickly demons jumped onto his back and tried to bring down the Hero. Hawk was not only a man of great speed but of undeniable strength. Quickly he dismissed the ones on his back throwing the several hundred pound warrior like a baseball into a on coming front of attacks.

I'm not done yet. Hawk saw LA getting up slowly a wound across his face healing together as he spoke. LA leaned on his sword as he looked to the sky. Hawk knew what was coming as soon as LA thought it. The sky turned dark, as the sound of millions of wings filled the air. The darkness that was birds swept down like the hand of God scooping up Enoch in the night. LA shook off his injuries as he saw Hawk disapper in the darkness.

The winged warrior was gone, vanished off the battlefield. Lord's Angel stood in the midst of it all laughing. The darkness filled up the sky behind him as he looked towards the rest of the ICE warriors. He yelled into the night.


Is no one worthy?

Lord's Angel stood with his arms wide, blood dripping from them as he spoke. Is no one worthy? He laughed as he shook the blood out of his hair, it flinging on all who surrounded him. Have I killed the only true warrior? He called out to the ICE members like Goliath calling for David. A low growl left his lips waiting for a warrior to collect this warth. With his swords draw out to his sides LA rose above the crowd rotating and slowing spinning as his gracefully moved into the air.

Flotting above his warriors he pointed his sword towards the big man with a hammer and axe. Then opening his arms wide he called for the thunder god. This man who wounds healed and strength was great feared no one, his swords were true his blades quick, he called for the Hero of Heros.  As his name left his lips he knew that battle was about to rage .

Lstpaladin!

The beast was massive almost the same build as Darkchild and its strength was maddening. As they collided catching each others attacks they both squeezed, Darkchild could hear the bones snapping in the beasts hands. But all it did was smile...then it spoke "You are a pathetic breed you humans...never know when you have lost." My eyes fill with rage and I pull him close and slam my forehead into his nose and blood pours from his broken nose and he stumbles backwards and I tell him "I think you morons have forgotten to do your homework...we are far from human. But if you need more proof I will be more than happy to oblige you." Darkchilds body glows with energy and he breaths in deep then lets out a wild scream, a large wave of energy soars from his entire body slamming into the beast. The energy washes over the beast and in a blinding light the energy explodes, dust an debris slam against Darkchild as he stands waiting to see what his attack did.

From the clouds of dust a loud whistle is heard and from the cloud three hell hounds jump, one going for the downed Goki. Darkchild spins around screaming "NO" and with a flick of his wrist a bolt of dark matter fires from his palm and into the beast, dogs body convulses and then falls the ground. Darkchild turns around only for the two remaining hellhouds to clamp down on his arms and pull him to the ground holding him in position.

As the dust settles the orc beast walks out with a large axe like weapon dragging on the ground, his arm being held on by tendons. He walks over to Darkchild the beasts face all but gone, his only reason to live is to expunge DC from his world. He smiles and asks "Any last words?" Darkchild spits in the beasts face "I would flip you off but im currently indisposes." THe beast raises the weapon with a smiles

  Bullets flew from Surreals gold plated guns as she flew at a demon attacking one of the ICE members; her bullets were blessed by the Reverend and would put down a corporeal demon in a second. Her team raced behind her and spread out flanking the demons and attacking the Balors and hell hounds that seemed to eclipse the battle field. BLAM the blood sprayed across her face as she ran through yet another hellhound. Putting them down as quick as she could she ran past the ICE members and flew into the fray with a vengeance.

Surreal loved the battle, her heart beating in her ears she could barely hear the roar of the demons as she flew past. Demon death gave her pleasure and she seemed to thrive on it making her stronger and more powerful as the adrenalin kicked in hard. Her bright purple coat flapped around her as she ran her long red plait hung down her back and flicked as she turned firing at everything in sight. The second in command of the freedom fighters had been a demon hunter since childhood, her father was freedom fighter and his father and so on. Surreal was a passionate and fiery woman often being pulled into line by Nighthunter as she would fly off on her own missions.

 .Andfernes. Death had been a personal vendetta of hers for a long time as he had killed her father and mother when she was only 18 and left her alone in the world having ripped her whole life from under her. They had battled many times and she had caused him a mountain of pain but she had never managed to destroy him, this fight was her chance and she searched high and low for him..

But the war was raging and with the blood spraying she could see nothing around her. Leaping behind a rock she drops down to a squat and pushes a button on the ear piece, “sarg your lot doing ok?” She called through to Nighthunter. Her COM buzzed in her ear but she could hear nothing cursing Asgard and its power blocking her communication she pulled the piece out and threw it on the ground.  

Surreal had been with Nighthunter since he took became commander and she was loyal til the end, he was a good leader and a dear friend to her. Their dimension was harsh at times but it was home. Panting she took a swig from her hip flask and wiped her mouth, the potion inside was a special formula that helped her to stay alter and clear.
She looked above her and stared at Asgard the mighty castle cast a dark shadow across the hot dessert and provided some shade from the immense heat that was bearing down on her. Just as she looked up a hound leapt on her and bit hard into her leg, Screaming in pain she fired several bullets into its head and it fell to the ground, tearing a great chunk out of her leg in the process. Panting from the pain she gritted her teeth and tore a chunk from her shirt, pulling a vile green poultice from her pack she patted it into the shirt and wrapped it around her leg tight. Pulling herself up she knew that she was damaged badly but she climbed onto the rock and tried grabbed her two way again trying to make contact with her leader. Surreal could see none of her team as they had run ahead and she fired shot after shot, realoading and firing again to keep the demons at bay, knowing it would not be long before she would run out of ammo and have to resort to her sword, which with her leg in danger she would have no way to wield well.

Pushing the alarm button on the two way she prayed her leader would get to her..

Knowing that without him she was going to be in a lot of trouble.

The thunder god took Lord's Angel's call out to heart seeing Hawk disapper in the blackness of birds LP unleshed a fury of attacks. First fire came rushing towards LA, he didn't move from his position, willing to take a little burn. As soon as the fire got to him he pulls his wings in covering his body and face as he fell from the sky. He could feel the heat against his wings as he laughed underneth his wings. He could smell the burning of flesh on the top of this head. His hair and skin was smoking as it grew back. When the heat subsided he spread his wings again only to be hit hard with a blast. The blast knocked him back flipping end over end until he gathered himself landing on his feet. Lord's Angel could see the big man crossing his axe and his hammer ready for another blast with even greater power, LA had to act quickly. With a crack he was in the air once again moving straight up at a break neck speed close to the speed of sound. He looked down only when he heard the roar of the blast pass underneth him. Many men were be destroyed with that blast, but LA survived.

Lord's Angel pulled out his bow, a huge peice of what used to be a 100 year old tree. Quickly he dove down letting a circle of exploding arrows fly as he did. As the arrow all landed in the earth around the Hero, Lord's Angel pulled his mace. Fire and earth blow up into the air LA landed in the center of the circle exploding his mace into the ground as he landed creating a great divot earth flew making is harder to see even still. Quickly he gathered great speed with his mace swinging it like a baseball bat toward the ribs of LP. Taking to the air quickly again LA blew another arrow full of fire and gas, the earth in the air lit on fire as it fell and from the sky causing it to rain fire from the sky.

Once again LA called for his birds that had taken care of Hawk, the sky turned black as the birds that were on the ground eating the flesh of the dead took to the sky once more. The darkness gathered behind their Lord ready to void out all life.

Running through Asgard and hearing the sounds of clashing weaponry, and feeling the very air filled with hatred, he saw them. Fighting with all their valor and might, against his friends. Finally he had found them....now he had to help them. Looking around at all of the beasts and the Dark Legion marching, falling and people fighting he drew his sword once again. He spun around as the energy flung into his sword and he leapt and swirled into several of the legions members on the outside of the ranks, marching, their bodies were set aflame, knocked back, or beaten down to the point that they couldnt get up after the initial blow had struck.

By then several Hell Hounds had wrapped around him in a circular formation running like the rabid demons they were. He turned and emotionlessly thrusted the iron blade into one of the beasts' faces, pinning it to the ground, and then exploding due to the electromagnetic energy he pulsated through it, knocking back several others.  He started running off to the edge of what he though was the world, it seemed like some kind of cliff, but he couldnt tell, he just knew he should thrust these things away from him, there were too many. As he ran, an explosive blast fired into the ground in front of him, knocking him back and forcing him into the ground, where several other monsters caught up with him.

He spun around and kicked at ones teeth, he didnt know if he hurt it at all, he couldnt tell, it was sort of a haze as he was still breaking from the strange shock of being blown back. He screamed at several of them, for what purpose he didnt know, it was all pointless if they didnt speak his language. Levrore offered to take over, but he didnt let him,....he was in control right now..he had this....it was his power now....at least, he told himself that. The truth was that he really wasnt responsible for this amount of strength.

As several more blasts came towards him he rolled on his back up onto his feet, and was tackled by one of the beasts. however, now he was ready for it, and the pain and shock had faded. The monster was caught by Jack's teeth and dead moments later, and used as a shield against several others while he backed to the edge of the cliff like area, and then tossed the beast at one of its friends. His vampyric tastes were actually coming in handy now....

He looked at the several Balors coming at him now, and was worried...looking behind him he saw sky and nothing but...and then below him he could see sand, something he could land in if he didnt have any energy to rip from...hopefully....three ran to him and he back flipped off the side, his red coat flying off of him as he let it go..now he didnt have to worry about mobilityfor anything....and the explosives in it should help take care of a few things.

As he started falling he noticed two huge entities fighting...one was someone he knew...Darkchild. He was fighting hard...but now on the ground, and the orc like monster was about to land a killing blow.  This wasnt boding well with Jack, he didnt like the idea of seeing someone he looked up to as much as him dying, especially not in front of him, and unable to do anything about it. The beasts blade was coming down hard and fast, and so did Jack....there was a strange sound of cracking bone and a blood curdling scream as he stabbed into the base of it's neck at a downwards angle. It screamed and stopped it's death blow to reach back and Jack, only to have him land on the ground and grab the sword hilt, and pull down as hard as he could, using his sword as a lever to rip through the beasts neck and skull, soon there was crimson and black, the mix of organs and blood, mixed in with the hot sands.

"This is a sickly ironic moment Dc...I remember the first thing you said to me....'Dont do anything stupid or Ill kill you'....look where we are now. "

He said, with his facial expression leaning back to it's normal cold blankness, as he reached out his hand to help the warrior back to his feet.

Nightfall had descended upon the barren wasteland that served as the battle ground between the ICE Dragons and the Crimson Dawn's dark legion.The war raged as the two forces of good and evil clashed in a mighty power struggle in the cool desert terrain.The Dark Legion pressed on with its infantry of Balor demons and skilled assassins, but even the mighty power of their demonic strength wasn't enough to hold it's own against the the might of the ICE Dragons.The godly hero known as Lst Paladin conjured up several natural disasters that took the Crimson Dawn's forces by storm, wiping out a decent portion of its numbers without any trouble whatsoever.Rayne became disgusted with the progress of his troops as they fell one after another at the hands of the cursed heroes.The heroes had even formed their own small army as hundreds of soldiers clad in power suits, that charged against the dark forces blasting them down with their advanced weaponry and technological advantage.As his warriors perished and fell, Rayne's rage and fury grew high.His face cringed with anger and vehemence.He could no longer tolerate such failure with acceptance.Calling to his side his most trusted commander and apprentice, he ordered the young warrior to eliminate their opposition

XIN!! Kill them!! Leave not one hero standing!!Bring me theirHEADS!!!I Will Not endure more failure!Do NOT return to me with tales of defeat for it shall be your LAST!!! DO YOU UNDERSTAND!!??

Yes My lord, Understood.

As his young pupil faded into the depths of combat, Rayne found himself surrounded by a group of armored soldiers known as the Freedom force.They Yelled at him with orders of surrender, pointing their firearms at him in a hostile manner, but who were they to challenge an Emperor of Darkness? The man who would soon conquer the world and the universe? Ignoring their commands with complete disregard, the Dark Lord continued to walk in a straight steady path.

FIRE!!!

As the lieutenant of the freedom force gave the green light to open fire upon the dark slayer, a hail of gunfire blazed the battlefield with the intent of killing the Dark Ruler.As the bullets neared their way towards Rayne, time seemed to slip into a slow standstill, his intense precognitive ability and speed kicking in.Closing his eyes for a brief milli-second, he reopened them to reveal a crimson flare in the iris of his optic orbs.He held out his right hand in front of him with his palm open which was equipped with a black gauntlet.Attached to it was a red gem that glowed vibrantly with a fierce luminosity.As he clutched his hand into a fist time reverted back to its normal pace and a surge of power erupted outward in a crimson hued force field.The bullets aborted their course, ricocheting in random directions some even hitting the ones that had fired them.The soldiers flinched in fright as the blast of raw power exploded outward towards them.guns flying out of their grasp, some of the soldiers were even blown away themselves.As the remainder of the squadron stood they quickly began to retreat but unfortunately for them, Rayne had not been in the mood to allow them to continue to exist.Exercising his extreme speed, he quickly teleported in front of the soldiers looking at them with a deathly solemn expression.

Death Awaits You!

Grabbing the hilt of his scabbard in a reverse grasp,he bent down into a samurai like stance and unleashed a fury of slashes in a deadly speed unseen to the human eye.Turning his back on the already fallen soldiers he walked away slowly.As he sheathed his blade once more, hundreds of slices slitted across the power suits of the still warriors.Their wounds exploded open, blood spraying forth into the night air.The blood rained down onto the sandy floor, drenching the desert floor with even more red liquid.As he continued his path towards the city of Asgard, he stared to the far north and saw an explosion of his dark forces extend outward as three figures landed from a free fall sky dive.One of the warriors looked awfully familiar.His next target was now in sight.As he made his way onward dozens of freedom fighters fell at the whim of his blade as he casually made quick work of them with precise slashes and slices.

He came to a halt as a crowd of his dark legionnaires surrounded someone.Suddenly, the regiment of demons were diced into several fragments of their whole selves.A shower of blood rained down from the midnight sky as a clearing opened between the two identical warriors.The Dark Emperor looked head on with his alternate counterpart for a brief moment, analyzing him as if he were staring into a mirror.Shifting his gaze from his inter dimensional twin he glanced over the battle field scanning some of the ongoing battles.To the left he could see the ICE hero know as Darkchild face certain defeat.To the far east he witnessed another member of the illustrious hero team become swept away by a multitude of dark birds.He could also see in the distance one of his elite generals, Paragon, facing off against his heroic counterpart.An eerie smile grew out upon his fair skinned grimace at the sight of the success his army had gained

Once again his cold glare focused on his exact duplicate, his stare as emotionless and apathetic as an assassin.The skies turned gray as a dark storm brewed.A cloudburst of rain fell from the sky soaking the two identical twins.The dark emperor's alternate self stricken with rage and bitterness at his acts.

You....This ends now!

The two combatants charged at one another with a fierce speed colliding in a deadlock duel of swords.The sound of their blades embracing eachother echoed throughout the wargrounds as a sphere surrounded them from the impact, repelling the downpour of water.As the water drenched the two identical opponents, sparks ignited from the friction of their blades.They looked into eachother's eyes with a resentment of one another.

Hmph, You look weak my dear brother, do you know why?

I could Care Less!!

The twin warriors jumped back from their stalemate position setting a decent distance between themselves as they slid across the wet desert floor leaving a trail of skid marks.

Because, You lack hatred, your emotions are what hold you back.You are weak because of your commitment to others and your absence of devotion to the one who matters the most.Join me.Together we will rule the worlds of this universe.Abandon these burdens you call comrades.Together we can acheive complete greatness!!

The heroic Rayne tensed his face in repulsion.His eyebrows drawing together closely and his eyes becoming more stern.

Join you!? Do you realize how far you have fallen!? You were once a proud warrior of honor, loyalty and respect, where are your morals and principles!? Do you have no more pride!? I will never join such a pathetic quest filled with a lust of power and greed.I will end your tragedy now, for you have fallen too far for atonement.

The dark emperor's face grew into disappointment as his otherworldly twin's words of mutiny reached him.

You truly are an upset.I can not allow such a feeble and weak minded version of myself to live, you shall perish along with your comrades.By the dawn, the city of Asgard shall be engulfed in a army of flames.

In a flash of immense agility, the dark lord flew across the distance between them unleashing a furious knee to the hero's gut.As his good willed counterpart folded over in agony, The dark emperor performed a fierce elbow to the back of his twin's head sending him crashing and rolling through the desert grounds.The dark emperor reappeared in front of the tumbling Rayne halting his roll with a strong kick to the gut raising him up off the ground a few feet only to meet with a devastating punch to the face which sent him hurdling into the distance.

Pathetic.You call yourself the son of Ezeru?The mightiest demon to walked the plains of the underworld? You are not strong enough to live up to his reputation, let me liberate you from your misery!!

As Rayne glided through the air with his face aimed to the sky, his dark alter ego teleported ahead of him catching him by the collar of his GI and propelled him up toward the city limits of Asgard with a strong toss.His right fist glowed with a deep red light as he looked down into the center of his palm.He chuckled with satisfaction at the infinite power at his disposal before blasting off into the sky to trail his weaker counter-part.His face filled with an evil eagerness and a wide cynical grin upon his pale face.

Darkchilds body held down by the beasts he awaits for the feeling of cold steel, closing his eyes hearing the line "Death is nothing to a true hero" in his head. But as he felt the air blow past his face all he felt was the warmth of blood. Opening his eyes he sees his brother in arms Resonate his blade imbedded in the orcs body. Then with a twist of his wrist he ends the beasts life wihtout a emotion showing on his face but a small portion of glee.

Taking the moment Darkchild lifts his arms and slams the two hellhounds together their skulls crushing against each other. Brain matter trickled down his arms as he stood with the help of Resonates hand hearing the boy mock "This is a sickly ironic moment Dc...I remember the first thing you said to me....'Dont do anything stupid or Ill kill you'....look where we are now. " Darkchild looks at Resonate wiht a glare snapping back "Oh shut your trap just a momentary lapse in judgment." He looks behind Rez at his fallen son and then back to Resonate "Figure a way to keep him safe. A teleport would suffice." But as he was speaking to Resonate a hand grasped his shoulder cold and warm at the same time.

"You wont get rid of me that easily pretender." Goki stood putting his weight on Darkchild. DC smiled at Goki and to Resonate "Lets take out the stragglers shall we?" And he lifts his arm up as does Goki "Lets mix it up a bit" and with that both fire a stream of energy that weaves through each horde of weak beasts then the beams die down in energy then dissipate. The creatures stare at each other for a brief moment then laugh outloud point to the duo smiling. Darkchild and Goki lift their hands and snap their fingers and from the laughter is heard a echoing scream as each creature implodes the energy charging their bodies to the point they pop. The explosion is deafaning, and the duo fall back down to the ground their energies completely dwindled Darkchild is the one to speak as Goki falls asleep "Ummm i am completely drained............need some time. Tell the others we will be ready for the final but that we need time." and with that DC kneels to the ground and looks out to the sun.

Paragon struggled to his feet, and looked his doppleganger in his one good eye. Rain ran down the evil Paragon's scarred face, and all down his black and gold armour. In a quick, jerky movement, the man in black lunged forward and grabbed Paragon by the collar and pulled him in close, so that he could smell the foul stench of old whiskey on his breath.

"I'm going to kill you so that all your little hero friends can see it happen." he said in a gravely voice. "How about rooftops of the floating city?"

"Can't we just settle it with a talking like this contest?" smiled Paragon, mocking his alternate self's Dirty Harry like voice. The evil Paragon growled with rage, and the two disappeared in darkness, and reappeared atop an Asgardian building. He then threw Paragon down the rain slicked, sloped roof. "Frick, frick, frick!" muttered Paragon, as he tried to get footing on the slippery shingles, with the edge of the roof getting closer and closer. As he fell over the edge, Paragon managed to grab hold of a ledge and swing himself back up onto the rooftop, and looked back into the eye of his opponent.

"I'd have been quite disappointed if that had killed you." called out the black armoured Paragon, leaning on the Sword of Souls, before vanishing into the dark. He then reappeared behind Paragon, blade pressed against his throat. "I wanted to see you bleed..."

In a blinding flash, Paragon teleported just out of reach of the Sword of Souls, with his own blade drawn and ready. He stood expertly balanced on the edge of the roof, the unbreakable katana in his left hand, pointed at his opponent. "All these cheap moves! I would think you'd at least want a fair fight to test your skills." said Paragon, trying to lure the double into an even fight. "I know I'd want to know if I were better than me who was exactly like me, except for in the way that you poof off into the shadows while I have a much more pleasant light tied to mine..."

"Hmm..." pondered the evil Paragon. "I guess you're right. On the '1, 2, 3, go', then?"

"Yea sure." shrugged Paragon. The two teleporters tensed and readied for the other to attack on the cue. "Who's saying it?"

"You are."

"Oh, alrighty then." said Paragon as he flipped the blade around in his hand nervously. "One, two, three, GO!" he yelled. Dark Paragon jumped at Paragon with an overhead chop, just as he teleported to a neighbouring rooftop. The dark blade came down hard, cutting cleanly through the section of the building where Paragon had just stood.

"Coward!" shouted the evil double.

In a flash, Paragon appeared behind him. "No. Anticipation and planning." he said, as he brought his blade down, only to have it crash off of the mystical blade that once belonged to Arrow. The crash of enchanted blades echoed down the streets of Asgard, as Paragon teleported from rooftop to rooftop, chased by the corrupted Paragon. Several times, they had managed to force the other off the rooftop and into a freefall to the streets below, only to have them teleport to a nearby rooftop.

"Damn it. He's matching all my moves." thought Paragon. "How the hell am I going to beat someone who is pretty much me, with all my tricks?"

He lay there in what would be defeat if he had not had a ace up his sleeve. LstPaladin and Hawk had been friends for a long time, together on more than one team, they had become like brothers. This Angel knew. and would be taking full advantage of. Paladin stood over him ready to strike revenge down onto his foe but hesitated when he found that Hawk was not dead.

The pause gave the evil one just enough time to take full advantage, Gently he pulled out an explosive arrow holding it in his hand cupped to where LP couldn't see. As Lord's Angel spoke the words that Hawk was alive he took the arrow and removed the cap so that it was ready to exploded when the chemicals mixed. Quicker than a blink LA threw the arrow above his right towards LP's face at the same time closing his wings in front of him to block the blast. The explosion at that distance was intense, but Angel's wings blocked the impact.

Lord's Angel struggled to get up off the ground finding his balance slowly as he stood. He used his mace as a crutch for his still badly injured leg as he made his way towards Paladin. The closer he got the stronger he got. He begin to speak the volume of his voice rising as he grew stronger and closer to Paladin.

This is my land. I rule here! I DECIDE WHO LIVES AND WHO DIES! IT IS YOUR TURN TO DIE!

With that Lord's Angel rose into the air slightly raising his mace above his head he flew with unfathomable speed towards Paladin aiming to hit him square in the jaw with his mace. The great speed at which Angel swung his mace caused a crack in the air as it cut through it. He continued coming at Paladin dropping his mace on the ground, he would take his man's life with his bare hands. Lord's Angel strength was on par with some of the strongest heros and villians in the world. The man that he was trying to choke though would easily have been able to break his grip at full strength, Angel knew that he wasn't at full strength now.

Lord's Angel spit as he screamed at the top of his lungs at LP.
Only the strong survive hero.
As he spoke those words a different type of scream echoed across the battlefield as Lord's Angel fell to the ground holding his head. The pain was piercing through his whole body not able to control himself he lay on the ground, twitching as he held his head.

GET OUT OF MY HEAD!

The had done it, the two of them had gotten two of the gems in no time at all because they were together, working together. They were unstoppable as far as he was concerned, not force in earth could keep them apart, not even death, he wouldn't let it. Now with the Mind, Time, Space, and Power Gems in hand Lexi was a force to be reckoned with, she had almost unlimited power in her grasps. The final stages were being set, it was almost time to face down the evil that plagued this world. Together Ice would overcome a world full of darkness and corruption, together Ice would cleanse this place and right the wrongs of the past.

"Stay close to me Kitten and I'll get you to him, then together with Ice we will take down Dark Rayne and watch the rest of his forces scatter like cockroaches when you turn on the light switch" he smiled at her and grabbed her by the hand, running through the golden city of the gods the couple fought through numerous hell hound. Their fire shooting out from their mouths only to be repaid by crimson red optic blasts. Balor after Balor rained down on them only to be toppled by a might shield thrust and throw, coupled with her powerful blasts of telekinesis the ones who didn't fall dead, coward and ran into the night skies.

There was more to it though, Andy's visor was picking up a major power source and it was coming from his wife, those Gems were radiating so much power he couldn't grasp what all they were capable of, with the right mind, the right imagination there was no telling what could be done. Becuase of the Power gem attuning to her body she was now posssed with unlimited strength and an almost nigh untouchable body. Her mind sharp and fierce from the Mind Gem, easily now being able to render any intelligent being helpless with but a thought. The Time Gem would allow her to slow down time or to speed it up with any combination between. The final Gem she held was the Space Gem and it allowed her to be anywhere she wanted with a mere thought, and with enough concentration multiple places at once. She now possessed the power of a Goddess.

On and on they fought as she got to know the powers of the Gems more, they were almost explaining themselves to her now, telling her in her mind what they could do, attuning themselves to her every whim. Soon they reached the edge of Asgard and looked down at the battlefield below. Asgard was routed and now free of almost every demon. A number of the gods were hurt but still fighting, Ice Dragons raged on in war, but a few had fell. It was time to end this now!

Taking hold of his lover the two tightly she flew them both down to ground level and Andy immediately called out to his Dragons. "Dragons keep your faith, this war is not yet over, I need you to hang in there for just a few moments more. Together we can fight these Demons back and we can save Asgard, together as One we can Save this Earth from the darkness that threatens its existence. Dragons FIGHT!" He saw a large mob of demons gathering on their right flank and unleashed a wide spread blasts of crimson energy, it flashed the entire area red and downed almost every one, rage in his eyes unseen as he went on, his shield protecting him powerful spells of fire and mighty sword strikes. He had to get his wife, he had to get Lexi to Dark Rayne so she could end this Now.

Ancient blades crashed off of each other, as lightning cracked the sky over the city of the gods.

"So, what makes someone as awesome as me, turn as evil as you?" asked Paragon, while defending a visious attack from his opponent.

The evil Paragon threw another attack which was dodged again in a bright flash before answering. "Things."

"What do you mean, things?" questioned Paragon, jumping from rooftop to rooftop, avoiding more attacks. "I've had some mighty bad things, but I still turned out alright. There was that thing with Liz, and then another thing with Laura..."

This seemed to enrage dark Paragon, who let out an angry cry, before laying some hard blows to Paragon. "You know nothing of the pain I've suffered! Nothing!"

"Did the vampire try to kill them too?"

Black Paragon's eyes narrowed at the mention of their shared enemy. "He killed them. I killed him. Then, The Carver. Next, I made the Asian suffer. After that, the thieves. Their pain was my pleasure. It helped me fill the void left from the girls now missing in my life. When the Lord Andferne recruited me to his cause of revenge, I whole heartedly welcomed it. When the deal with Arrow came, I only asked for his fabled weapon of destruction. Now, killing you will send you're soul to him, fulfilling the debt I made of giving Arrow the soul of Brendan MacAskill."

"Well, that's just cheating..." Paragon muttered. "Good story and all, but there's one thing I have to tell you." said Paragon, as his rage fueled double started to overpower him. "I'm not left handed!" he smiled, throwing his sword to his right hand. With renewed strength, Paragon quickly gained the upper hand. A quick flick of his wrist, and the Sword of Souls went airborne, out of it's owners hands, and landed blade first, buried deep into the ground below. "Game over, bra." smiled Paragon, with his blade pointed at his opponent's throat. "I suggest you give up, and get the heck out of here before the Gods here find you and unleash on you for messing with their stuff."

"NEVER!" shouted Black Paragon, slamming Paragon with a devastating headbutt to the chest. Paragon lost his balance, and fell of the edge of the building, but not before pulling the evil doppleganger down with him. As the two fell, they latched onto each other, disappearing in flashes of light or into the darkness, reappearing moments later, travelling horizontally, and slamming into the sides of buildings before continuing their descent, only to repeat it again.

They reappeared by the edge of the city, on a separate tiny floating island and came crashing to the ground, and rolling off into opposite directions. They were both bloody and broken as they struggled to their feet, before rushing back at each other, delivering more crushing blows. One Paragon would throw a hook, only to have it blocked, and then hit by a quick jab to the face. They were both exhausted, as all of the teleporting had drained them of energy. Out of nowhere, Black Paragon threw a swift knee to the groin, downing Paragon on the spot. He then grabbed the hero by the throat, and dangled him over the edge, ready the throw his body down to the desert below.

"Give my regards to Final Arrow, hero."

It has been long since The Great warrior "Sephirim" was Expelled from the Dark Brotherhood as One Of Andferne's elite generals.Sephirim's skills were Distingeous and tigerish, yet his Arrogance Polluted his mind Making him An Unloyal contribution to the Darkbrotherhood. He attempted to Oppose Two Brother's" Dark Rayne and Andferne by Lauching a Massive assault with his rebel party In the Fortress that The Organization stationed in. His Blitzkrieg Was unsuccessful leaving Him at the Mercy Of The Brotherhood. Sephirim was Punished for his actions, The Clan Planned to execute Sephirim, but there attempts failed, sephirim Devoted soulmate Came to his aid and Sacrificed herself In order to Rescue Her Beloved Husband's life. The Day Of Sephirim execution,Merian Raided the Zone where the Hanging would take place and Cut the rope that her husband dangled from helplessly. He was able to escape From the Clutches of his once loved Brothers but his wife wasnt So Successful, they Murdered her Ruthlessly without Hesitation.Sephirim Vowed to comeback and seek revenge On the Darkbrotherhood for taking the love of his life from his heart.

Today was The day, The day To avenge The Fallen Love Of sephirim, there would be no remorse For the killing oif His brethren, they have taking something with with Indescribable value from sephirim, today is the day that the darkbrotherhood will fall. Sephirim Arranged a large army of  Men adroit in the arts of ninjutsu, also He had a Heard Of  Winged Demons called Demonata that were Had acute Accuracy with archery. The Arial Creatures  Had Jet black coats  Of  Fur with Luminous demonic Oval red Eyes That burned with a Passion of Abhor, the resembled Minotor's but they were winged as stated. The Shinobi's had a wolfish Style of fighting, They were Retiary with Long Light Bladed weapons such as katana's. They also Had good Marksman skills with weapons such as"shurikens and Kunai's. Sephirim had set up his army to be elite , so the darkbrotherhood will fall at the mercy Of his Flawless Army.

Sephirim Docked his army In a Massive Facility that he had constructed after escaping The Brotherhood, it was In a middle of a desert that was Distanced from the Db Fortress. The fortress was Concealed by A sandy colored gloss That Blended with The desert setting, it was best To keep The Hq Concealed in Case of any Db Spies. Inside The facility was a Large Community Filled with Ninja soilders and Staff. Sephirim Had set up his Base to be secure and well stabled, Everyone Thing that lived in the Facility had a specific Job to do, it wasnt free labor, The saw That it was an honor to fight on with the great Sephirim, so the labor was done by loyalty.

Sephirim Sat In His Office with his battle Tacticians Contemplating about ways That  his army would Unleash there Onslaught The  Db Fortress. Sephirim was Enticed To Fight because of His well Trained Tacticians That we professionals at the art of war strategy. they Planned to travel father Into the desert and station themselves in range Of the dark brotherhood fortress and launch a Catastrophic barrage of  Explosive arrows At the fortress,then They would  Infiltrate The station and slaughter the remaining survivors, the plan was Well stabled.After discussing The tactic Sephirim ordered His generals To  Prepare The Troops, all hell was going to break loose!

Heading to Battle

The Sun Phosphorus with A hot beam that Made Sephirim Perspire uncontrollably In the Barren desert, The Blazing sand Burned the feets of Many soldiers that walked upon it, The wind gust carried sand into the air irritating the eye's of sephirim, the smell of heat filed the air adding to the discomfort of Dehydration and nausea. the Sonority Of the Vulture's echoes through the air hollowly in search for dead creatures. It wasnt a wise decision to walk through this intensifying heat because you would be look for the most agitating death that could possibly occur.

Sephirim Sat on his Dusty Biage colored camel head of his Immense force, The Demonata  Glided above his head Eager for battle, his army of ninja's were split into column's 6 each Containing 100 Ninja's, Sephirim generals stood at each side of him riding a camel Faning themselves for air. the army marched through The desert Fierce fully,awaiting a battle they have longed for ,for several years, this is waht everyone has been waiting for, the Clash Between The Dark Brother hood and The Avenged Seven Fold!

Sephirim and his army Traveled through The desesrt at haste, the wanted to  Create an Inhuman Genocide That would be fabled as a legend For years, they wanted to spill the blood of the Brotherhood all over The soil and laugh at Their Discordant screams Of agony with No Guilt. As they walked deeper into The desert they Could hear the sound of a crowd, Sephirim ordered everyone To withdraw there weapons, They walked deeper and deeper the sound became greater,. They got so Close that They could view a large wavy Crowd from a distance with the sound of metal echoing from the distance.Sephirim and his troops began to pick up pace until they where in range of a massive battle that they did anticipate. Sephirim glared at a  familiar characte that made his heart beat violently in his body. the person was hacking through demons easily, along with a few other characters that Stuck out from the battle.

IT IS THE DEMON'S OF THE BROTHERHOOD ATTACK!

Sephirim large army  yelled in vehemence as They rushed into battle eagerly, sephirim Ran before them In pursuit Of The character and sephirim Hacked through opposing demons Terminated at the sight of himself , he became in shock, he couldnt beilive what he was seeing, he couldnt accept the fact.

you Imposter

Sephirim Charged at the spining image of himself Slashing though the Hoards of demons that Pursued him, He vaulted into the air with a 360 Cockscrew attempting to sever through the body of himself with no remorse with avertcal slash that would slay any warrior in an instant.As Sephirim fought himself The Demonata Began Firing  a Barage of Flame arrows into The battlefield Consistently, The ninja's stormed Through the troops of enemies unleashing an Unforgivening Onslaught Amongst their foe, This battle was going to be hectic

Alright Zanna and Zico Find me Somewhere to go This time period just sucks man. "PROCESSING........ STAND BY FOR ENTRY TO COMICVINE USA....PROCESSING........ A blue light began to flash and a cybernetic portal opened up and a cybernetic grid that contained a series up blocks then began to connect them selves in the form of a humanoid. Dude where am  I??? It seems your in an alley way young shane...processing map...... He looked at the top screen on his containment helmet a map of the huge area. He Began walking towards the opening of the alleyway, only to see a building on fire, and a women trapped inside. SHANE....SENSORS INDICATE THAT THERE IS SOMEONE TRAPPED IN THE BUILDING.....PROCESSING BEST ENTRY ROUTE......... Zanna, Zico convert human form to Shane V1 a cybernectic field came over shane and a mecanized suit came over him, and he ran towards the building and used his photo canon to blast a way through. the smoke clouded his vison, The heat gave off a gassy effect,that began to fog up his LCD screen. Hey Zanna download a internal air conditioning system! DOWNLOAD PROCESSING...... Shane ran up the steps He could see the centrel beam support was failing, pretty soon the building was going to fall HE had to Move quickly. Jumping up the auxillary beams and jumping diagnal to the last support beam and pulled himself up to the last wooden platform.The lady was a blonde women, she looked about her mid 20's "Do i have permission to get you out of here" The women looked at him like,she couldnt believe he was asking her that. Shane shot a whole through the top of the building and he looked down, the jump was amazingly far He could make it but with his SELF preservation he didnt know if she could.

Zanna! download a jetpack! Quickly!!! Soon after the computer finished it's processing phase the power thruster's on shane's back enabled him to manuver better, He landed on the ground with her cupped in his hands and gave her his flashy smile,she seemed fascinated with him.He was standing in a circle of reporter's yelling questions to him: EXCUSE ME ARE YOU A DRAGON..Uh no i'm a computer program developed to help humans.Shane only shook his head and nodded, to the questions they he was being asked. The women he rescued to him by the hand and took him into the direction of west. "LISTEN THIS IS ICE DRAGON TERRITORY,I think you can make the cut, Continue north and there you will find there layer.
Why are they called the ice dragons? He turned to look for the lady but she was gone. Zanna. power up thrusters were going to give these "dragons a visit" After powering up his thrusters his rocket's began to blow and he flew north looking for the ice layer.
 

Pain.It was all he could feel.After his dark counterpart's assault, Rayne could feel his body become numb from the brutal attacks that the evil emperor had unleashed upon him with no mercy.The crushing knee to his gut made him spit out blood and the elbow to the back of his head had rambled his senses.But the Dark king's assault was far from over.As Rayne tumbled across the wet moist desert floor he was interrupted by a devastating kick to the gut which lifted him into the air a few feet only to be met by an agonizing blow to the face.As he flew backwards with his face aimed towards the gloomy and dim skies he started to guess the possibility rate of his victory.From how things looked now he wouldn't be getting very far in this battle.

Soon he was stopped again by his remorseless twin which caught him by the collar of his shirt.With a seemingly god like strength, the Dark Rayne, launched into the stormy heavens above, aimed at the city of Asgard.As Rayne whizzed through the air he felt the droplets of rain crash against his skin faster and faster.As he looked down, he could see himself being pulled farther and father into the sky, ascending at a speedy rate."KABOOOM!!" Rayne felt the pain receptors in his body go mad as he crashed into an a Asgardian structure.The velocity that he had been thrown at had been enough to send the Dragon of thunder flying through a tower in the city of Asgard.Debris exploded outward as Rayne made his exit from the clock tower and descent to the city grounds.As he fell to the ground and tumbled over, bricks and cement pieces followed along with him.

Trying to regain his composure, Rayne stumbled to his feet with a distraught expression upon his face.His soaked and dirty clothes sagged along with his jet black hair that covered his face.Blood trailed down the side of his lip from the blunt trauma that his body had endured.In all his time he had never faced an adversary so great.Without even trying his alternate self had bestowed upon him on hell of a royal ass whooping.His eyes halfway open, he felt the fatigue take over his body.He didn't know how much more abuse he would be able to take and with that thought, the leader of the Crimson Dawn reappeared in front of the exhausted Rayne in a flash.As Rayne slouched over on his two feet, Dark Rayne began to walk closer towards him slowly.

You truly are a pathetic sight to behold.Look at you, bested in combat after only a few moments.Take a good look at yourself, yes me, look at how strong you could have become!! Let me show you the power you could have ha--!!

Before the dark lord could even finish the remains of his sentence, he was met by a crimson spit in the face.Rayne grinned as he watched the bloody saliva trickle down his dark counterpart's face, chuckling at the anger and rage that had bubbled on the surface of evil counterpart's grimace.

INSOLENT FOOL!!!

The dark emperor bolted towards the weakened version of himself, grabbing the hero by his neck.As he squeezed tightly on Rayne's throat he unsheathed his Katana and unleashed a fury of swipes that met with the Dragon of thunder's body.As he finished his combo of slashes he released his grip on his twin's neck and performed a back spin kick that crushed hard into his gut, sending him flying into distant building.As Rayne, flew through the structure, he was met by the angered emperor which released a bone shattering punch to his spine sending him crashing into another hard surface.

The onslaught continued for almost an hour and for a moment Rayne had even gone unconscious from the physical abuse.When he awoke once more, he took a look at his surroundings.He could feel drops of heavy rain pounding against his skin, his hair drenched and sticking to the sides of his face. As he looked up into the skies he saw crackles of lightning skid across dark clouds that hued an apocalyptic gray.Looking back down to the environment, he saw the remains of buildings that had been destroyed in the battle between himself and well...Himself.Rubble and debris filled the area like a ruined city.Looking down at his torso, he noticed that his shirt had been torn and ripped, even stained with blood.He felt a stinging sensation as he realized the wounds all over his body.They're were several lacerations on his arms, chest and lower back.He sucked in a deep breath through gritted teeth as his nervous system send its messenger of pain to all the receptors in his body.

This scene had looked awfully familiar.Rayne felt a cold shiver travel down his spine.It was the nightmare all over again.But this time, it wasn't a dream.His eyes shifted across the city frantically, looking for his evil counterpart, but the dark lord was nowhere to be found.Suddenly he heard a voice call down to him from the skies.

Fret not my brother!!Your pain ENDS NOW!!!

Glancing to the heavens above he could see his dark twin descending upon him with a deathly speed.With his wounds and injuries there was nothing he could do.All he could do was close his eyes and wait for the inevitable."SPLURSH".The sound of blood being spilled from a blade traveled faintly to Rayne's ears.For some odd reason he could feel no pain.Not even at the slightest bit.As he opened his tightly cringed eyes, what he saw struck horror and shock into his heart

DESTRAAA!!!!

Rayne screamed out in fear as he witnessed his closest friend impaled on the blade of his alternate self.His hand reached out for his fallen comrade as the evil lord released his blade from Destra's gut.before he could catch his falling friend, Dark Rayne had fired a blast of deep seated green energy from the palm of his right hand.The explosion knocked the two heroes to the far edge of Asgard.Coming to a halt before his dear friend, he could see Destra rolling towards the edge of the floating city.Using the last bit of his human energy, Rayne dashed to the borderline of Asgard, to catch Destra in his fall.Their hands clasped tightly, As Rayne leaned over the edge and Destra hung off the borders of the floating city.

Rayne...It's been an honor and a privilege to have you as a friend...My journey ends here now...Save Seph and the others while you still can...I know you can do it...Let go Rayne...

I-I- Can't!!

Yes..You can....Good bye my friend....We'll meet again...Brother...

Releasing his grip, Destra slowly slid from Rayne's palm.A smile lit up on his dying face.Rayne could feel his eyes well up with tears as he felt his brother's grasp slip from his.Letting go, he could feel his heart become dense and heavy, as he watched his closest friend fall down to the earth.A tear drop fell following the departed Destra on his journey to the other side.Crawling back away from the edge, Rayne knelled back on his shins.Looking up into the crying sky, his tears camouflaged in with the droplets of water from the heaven's.

Time for you to join your friend, my dear brother.

The dark emperor began his pace towards the grief stricken Rayne with a murderous intent.As he neared closer and closer.he stopped in confusion.Unexpectedly, the mournful Rayne's aura had changed.A crimson red glow began to emanate from his body in a pulsing manner, glowing vibrantly every second like a heartbeat then dimming down once more.Rayne's hair to change into a white silver gray, becoming more lengthy, growing down to his mid-back.Bat like wings began to sprout from his torn shirt, spreading out like the wings of an eagle.His skin became darkened to a brown tannish hue.The sclera of his eyes becoming black and his irises turning a deep crimson.His hair covered his eyes revealing only his mouth which he gritted in a grudging demeanor.His fangs growing longer and sharper.His fists balled up in rage as he felt the demonic power and lust for revenge take over him.

You.....You will pay.....

Rayne growled.The bass in his voice becoming deeper and heavier.Turning back he shot a beserker look full of hate and anger at his other counter part, sending a sense of fear and dismay into him.As the newly awakened demonic Rayne stood up to his feet, wings outstretched in a tense fashion.In one flap of his enormous wings, Rayne propelled himself at the dark lord with a fierce speed.Grabbing the dark ruler's face in a clutch of power, Rayne lifted his dark counter part off the ground.His hand began to glow with a deep red light.BOOOM!! Without warning the angered Rayne released a concussive blast of dark energy into the face of his dark alter ego, which sent him hurdling into the air.Flying past him, the vehement Rayne caught the dark emperor by the back of his head, and flew to the ground aiming Dark Rayne's face straight to the Asgardian ground.KRAKOOM!!!Grabbing his dark brother by the back of his hair, Rayne continued to slam the dark ruler's head into the floor mercilessly.The floor shook as Rayne continued his rampage on his murderous self.Finally he let up, and picked Dark Rayne up and sent him crashing through a castle like structure with a barbaric toss.As if the crash collision hadn't been enough Rayne unleashed yet another demonic blast made of a crimson and black energy aimed at his fallen dark counterpart.

DIE!!!

Flying up into the stormy skies, Rayne released a barrage of blitz wave like blasts from his demonic energy.He continued ruthlessly for a almost a minute straight.After a few moments the smoke cleared and revealed a pile of debris where Rayne had unleashed his unrelenting wrath.Suddenly, a sphere of deep green energy erupted from the remains of the building.The dark emperor had survived Rayne's onslaught by encasing himself in a protective shield made by the power of the soul gem.He stared into the eyes of his furious twin.

You impudent morsel!!!

The dark ruler shot forth a soul blast that collided straight into the unsuspecting Rayne.The power from the blast had been so great that it had rendered Rayne unconscious once more, causing him to revert back to his normal self.Dark Rayne descended down slowly to the floor releasing the protective shield that covered him, and walked over to his defeated twin.Grabbing him by the neck, he lifted the senseless Rayne off the floor and prepared a stab to his chest.

You fought well, but there is only room for one of us in this universe, and you are not fit for the position, Good Bye!!!

The instant he had taken the field Andy took charge yelling at the top of his lungs. Ordering for formations to be made, for certain flanks to be reinforced so they were not overwhelmed by the numbers. Hordes of demons and balors kept on charing onto the battle field, the Dragons and Asgardians were hard pressed and had it not been for the assistance of the Freedom Fighters the battle might of been truly lost. Thousands of powerful beings waged an epic war upon the blazing hot desert, scream of bloodshed and luck for the kill was echoed throughout the sands. The dunes were all stained with blood from the massive casualties that littered the ground. Like every great war this one came with a price, and that was the lives for many, good and bad.

As he scanned the battlefield for Dark Rayne but then he heard a scream and a sound that shook him. His old friend Darkchild was downed and laying on the ground, more demons were about to swarm over him as he screamed out, a powerful optic blast poured out from his visor as it smashed against half a dozen hell hounds, sending them all crashing backwards and yelps of pain screeching out. "Kitten I have to get to DC, he needs me, find Rayne baby, I am sure he has found his evil half, we need those Gems. I love you! be careful!" With those words said he ran off to his friends side. His shield came whipping around to smack the side of a Balor who inched towards them, the loud smack echoed he they heard the crack of his skull, sending him crashing to the ground. Blood seeped out of its mouth as its body fell lifeless.

"Come on big guy, your not going down like this. OCTAGON, MER-MAN, GHOUL GET TO GOKI, Form a perimater and keep him safe, take him to Asgard, lets the Gods help defend him and keep him Safe!" now looking down at DC he extend his hand to grasp his "Let's get you back into the fight shall We?" With that he threw his shield on the ground for a second and then hoisted DC up onto his back and scanned for his wife. He knew is she had listened she was close to the trouble, in the thick of things and thats where they were headed. Picking up his shield he sprinted back into the fight, optic blasts leading the way "First thing you do when we get home is go on a diet bro" he laughed and charged on. Business was about to pick up.

As the fight waged on the duo fought their way through the thick of things, countless demons were dropping like flies as they joined their attacks to topple them one after another. They were fighting with a purpose, with a renewed force and energy, they had to get to Lexi!

The world seemed as if it was spinning, the recharging process wasnt going as quickly as he had hoped. Then he heard the warrior scream of a familar voice an a red energy beam screamed over his head an he thought Cutting it a little close huh? that almost took my head off. Andy came screaming towards Darkchild demons bodies bounced off his shield and he came to Darkchild hoisting him onto his back. Darkchild whispered Please keep my son safe And Andy did as Darkchild asked scrreaming to the remaining members to Merman,Ghoul an Freak to take care of Goki.

Then the duo turned towards the horde of creatures and their snarling teeth, Lexi off in the distance DC could feel his sisters aura. Then a scent got his attention, he leaned down to Andy and sniffed him then his eyebrow arched up as if he was confused with the information he just gathered. Leaning down he whispers Whatever your using to mask your scent or change it I want some that would prove very nice in the future. Darkchild commenting on how Andys scent has changed. Then they took off down the hill, DCs legs still not working but soon they would heal and he still had his arms to do some damage. As they screamed down the hill DC absorbed a little of Andys stamina just in case he needed to get into the fray by himself soon, Launching attack after attack into the hordes he tells Andy "BRace yourself this is gonna be fun." And he aims his arms behind him and charges two blasts then fires sending the duo airborne then into the middle of the horde "Lets make quick work of these Lexi is getting farther away." And Darkchild unwraps his four other arms and turns his back to Andy and lets the arms keep hold "Yeah this probably feels extreamly weird but I cant watch our back with my ass." Now the duo are back to back and Andy still supporting Darkchild on his back "I got evens"

Hawk could feel nothing, see nothing, he could only hear the words of his brother in his ear. The words of a prayer a command to heal his body. His body lifted off the ground doing a slow spin as it did There was a sensation building first starting in his toes working it's way up his body. It began as a tingle soon became a fire. As the healing fire rose over his body it felt like he was being burned at the stake. His nerves began to grow back as the fire built. A pool of metal began to from at the birdman's feet steaming as it hit the wet ground. Lava poured through his veins as the fire worked it way up his body purifying his body as it went. As the healing fire reached his throat a scream could be heard in all the members of ICE present.

The pool of molten metal gathered more and more at his feet, pouring out of the pores of his body. The pain was intense, and a scream of pain was let out until he had no more breath. The tears could not come because he still had no ducts. As the healing fire consumed Hawk's face metal poured from his eyes sockets that had once contain his bionic eyes. They were no more melting in the heat. Finally heat covered the top of his head and as his skin grew back completing he regrowth stream could be seen rising from it.

Hawk lay on the ground shaking as steam rose from his body. His hands covered his face as he lay there naked and cold. The strength of his limbs slowly gathered until he able to move under his own power. With his hands over his face still he took one knee. Calling out to his friend, "Paladin!" He reached out in the dark. He could hear footsteps, large but light on his feet. "PALADIN!" Turning towards the footsteps as he stood was a man who was once the hero of the sky, The Winged Warrior, The Angel of Death. Now a blind, wingless, naked man.

Flashes of light entered his mind, Hawk couldn't tell if it was a memory or not. Gathering clothes and a walking stick Hawk made his way off the battlefield with the help of his most powerful friend. He wrapped a bandage around his face to cover the emptyness that was where his eyes should be. He sat on the edge of the battlefield, listening to his friends fight the good fight. He put his hands on his face and wished he was home.

Octagon sat in the sand, watching the battle unfold. He'd done his part, and he was drawing stick figures in the sand. Every now and then, a demon would come in range, and Octagon would pick it off. After a little while, Octagon had created a small work of art within the sand, and he looked up to an unfamiliar voice,

"OCTAGON, MER-MAN, GHOUL GET TO GOKI, Form a perimater and keep him safe, take him to Asgard, lets the Gods help defend him and keep him Safe!" Octagon looked up at the source of the voice, and saw Andy running around with Dark Child on his back. Octagon recognized him from the paintings and descriptions that the others had given. Octagon ran over to where Andy had been, and soon found Goki laying on the ground. He saw a pack of Hell Hounds crawling towards him, desiring meat between their teeth.

Octagon ran, dove, and landed in front of Goki with his palm jutting forward, and he screamed,

"Stop! In the name of love!" But unfortunately, the demon dogs flashed a vulgar look across their faces when Octagon interfered with their dinner plans. One lept into the air, it's shadow covering Freak below. On the horizon, the sun was beginning to rise. Octagon would have to think quickly before the sun came up, and made him feel dizzy, with it's early morning glare.

Octagon jumped up, and uppercutted through the Hell Hound, and landed next to the gore left behind. He ran over to Goki, and formed an orb shield around the two. When the first Hell Hound jumped forward, a spike jutted from the shield, and pierced the Hounds head. Another one followed, and a giant boxing glove appeared through the shield, and broke the hound's neck.

The rest of the hounds mindlessly attacked, and Octagon continued to counter. He even made a fire hydrant for a distraction, and when the hound went for it, axes sprouted from the sides, and chopped up the Hell Hound into bite-sized pieces. Soon, the whole Hell Hound brigade had been defeated, and Octagon and Goki were safe.... For now....

Blood dripped from her leg seeping around the bandage and dripping down over her knee. Surreal gritted her teeth as she fought the pain in her head from all the demons nearby mixing with the venom from the hound seeping into her body. The shield she had activated had long since died as she had little energy to hold it up as the hounds venom seeped through her riddled body. The com on her leg flashed as she waited for help, kicking at the demons that came near her as she had finally run out of bullets "get out of it you little fu*kers" she screamed at the hounds that kept leaping at her, swinging her arms around her and using her good leg she was able to keep them off her for a short time.

A shadow suddenly appeared over her and she shileded her eyes lookign up at her Sargent and leader Nighthunter. "bout blimmin time" she growled at him with a smirk on her face. He handed her half his weapons and she began to sort through them, just as she saw the two beasts behind him and was about to yell out when he jumped up and dealt with them both. "you know you really have to teach me that move" she muttered to him as he helped her onto the rock, threw up a shield and injected the nanobots into her leg, within seconds she felt the little buggers move through her body and do their job. The amazing creatures where the greatest weapon the Freedom Fighters had. After only a few seconds she was on her feet the wound healed and the poisoned deleted from her body. Surreal stretched out her neck and cracked her nuckles grinning at Night hunter as he told her to get on her feet. Holstering the other weapons and loading up her specialy enhanced gun she felt the adrenalin rush through her body as she stood beside her leader and took out several more beasts. Her headache was as bad as ever, demon sense was a curse and a blessing in her family.

Nighthunter leapt into the builidng nearby and she climebd up after him, the two of them stood on the top and looked down at the chaos below, brushing her blood soaked hair out of her face she turned to him and could see him assessing.. She knew him well enough to know that he was getting ready for the final fight.

"sarg, we can do this.. Its time we finished this.. Im with you all the way" she clasped his shoulder and nodded her face grim.

"Any last words?" sneered Black Paragon, holding his counterpart over the edge of the small floating island where they stood. It was a long drop to the ground below, and neither one would have the energy to teleport again.

Paragon looked behind his double, and saw something that made him smile, before forcing out the words "Royal with cheese."

"What?" growled the evil Paragon, slightly confused.

"I don't care if you heard it, punk. Just as long as she did." said Paragon, motioning behind them. Evil Paragon turned, just in time to see a small blonde girl, running at them, ready to tackle. His eye widened in shock, as he saw, what to him looked like, a younger version of the woman he once loved.

"L-Laura?" he stammered, still in shock of the sight.

"Try again, chief." smiled Paragon, as she hit the man in black with so much force, all three fell over the edge. "Laura's daughter. My daughter."

The three tumbled down towards the desert floor, and Brooke scrambled toward her father. "Daddy!" she grabbed him and hugged him tight. "Can you flash us back now?" she said, as the ground raced closer and closer.

He flashed a half hearted smile back at his daughter. "I'm sorry, hon. Would have done it a long time ago if I could have. We just have to hope someone can save us now." Brooke closed her eyes tight, and gritted her teeth, as the earth rushed closer and closer. Paragon tried with all his might to teleport anywhere, to no avail. "Frick." he muttered. He braced for impact with the desert floor, but it never came. His body became overwhelmed with a strange tingling sensation, as everything went black. He felt himself and Brooke slow down quickly, and stop completely, before feeling Brooke's tiny hand pulling him upward. Light hit his eyes again, and he saw Brooke phasing out of the desert floor next to him, and pulling him out.

"Holy crap! Brooke, how are you doing this!?" exclaimed Paragon.

"Shhh. I'm trying to focus." she said, as she finished pulling her father out of the sand. Once he was out, she explained. "At school, a while ago, we did some tests, and mine said I should be able to vibrate my mol... Umm.. Mol..."

"Molecules?"

"Yea, molecules, really, really, fast to help me go faster and go through stuff, like a ghost! So I've been practicing! Good thing, huh?" she said with a big smile. Before Paragon could speak, they were interrupted by a groan behind them.

Evil Paragon lay in the crater created by his impact on the desert floor. His body was broken, and blood flowed from his mouth, as he tried to cling to his remaining life. He let out another groan, as the two figures stood over him.

"Looks like he's been... grounded." said Brooke, putting on her sunglasses, and looking up at her father, who looked back at her.

"Who's been letting you watch CSI?" he asked.

"Umm... Nessa..."

Paragon just shook his head. "That was a good one. Horatio would have been proud." he said before looking back at the broken man, who only moments before had tried to kill him.

"Y-your daughter... Her daughter..." groaned Black Paragon. "Laura..." With those words, his body fell limp. With that, a powerful gust of wind came up, and buried the body in the desert sands, leaving Paragon and Brooke standing alone in the wasteland in the shadows of Asgard. They stood there in silence for the longest time, before it was broken by Brooke.

"So... Since I saved your butt twice there, can I have a cell phone?"