-----
A sphere of black flames holding a small red jewel fragment traveled across the landscapes of Muspelheim, until it reached a hidden cave, touching its floor and activating a magic circle, instantly teleporting the small flame to the depths of an underground hideout.
The place seemed out of place compared to the world of Yggdrasil, filled with all sorts of highly technological devices, huge transparent tubes filled with floating bodies and colorful liquids, artifacts glowing with bright jewels, and many other sights that could only be found inside the laboratory of a crazy scientist.
"So you lost."
A voice echoed at the distance. The small black flame stopped flying towards its target, suddenly glancing at the tall, fair-skinned figure of a long-eared, blonde, and green-eyed man, wearing green, Nordic clothes.
"This is not my end. This is just the beginning…"
The black flame only said those words, with the voice of the Flame Emperor, as it flew towards a certain large glass tube. The elven figure only glancing at the flame without doing anything else. One of his eyes glowing with blue neon light.
The black flames stopped flying, stopping in front of a huge tube, where there was the figure of a tall young man, with red skin and stitched body parts, demon-like wings, huge black horns, sharp claws, big muscular arms and legs, and an empty hole on its chest.
"So that's your "Plan B", huh? Your mastery over flesh is not as good as mine, but I commend your efforts, Crimson." Laughed the elf.
"You are not going to stop me?" The black flames asked.
"Why would I? This is going to be really fun." Laughed the elf. "And I'll need the support of that thing you've created, if I am planning on taking that Venerable's inheritance…"
"Hmph. It's not like my son will give it up to you so easily." Laughed the flame emperor's will. "My soul is long destroyed, this is a mere will, and it will burn and disappear once my son absorbs it! My perfect creation, the fusion between the many powerful bloodlines of this war-thorn continent! Now rise and avenge your father!"
The flames merged with the "son" of the Flame Emperor, as the red jewel they carried placed itself on the hole within the homunculus' chest, immediately filling the body with life, energy, divine power, and a soul!
FLAAAAAASSSH!!!
"Hoh, not bad! I had never thought about creation a Fragment using those powers." Laughed the elf. "Amusing, Crimson! Perhaps you weren't as stupid as I imagined? Though you've died, you have left with me a promising new toy!"
The young man floating in the glass tube opened is eyes. One was fiery red, while the other… golden like the sun. His sharp black claws tore apart the glass tube, as his scale-covered body fell from within, the liquid keeping him within splashing all over.
"Cough, cough… Ugh…! Hahhh…! W-What…?! Where… Urgh…! F-Father…!"
The young man instantly stood up, looking around, but incapable of finding the one that had given him a second chance. The one chained by the ancient gods, the bringer of calamity, the creator of hell. The traitorous hero. The unwilling summon. The malefic one. The unruly beast.
"Well, well, isn't this a surprise?" The elf laughed. "To think I would meet such a Primordial being as you again, Pandemonium."
"That name…" The young man muttered. "You're Oberon, aren't you? And my father… Oberon's fragment too. Yet, he was different! He was not like you and your stupid smile!"
"Hmph, I am not here to be insulted by an ancient child that does not even remember their own name." The elf sighed. "Your father said you'll help so, and so you will. Let's cooperate for once, Pandemonium."
"Tch…" The young boy stretched his demonic wings, as his body gained countless of tattoos of all shapes, a strange, alien-like energy unlike Miasma, Mana, Divine Power, and Spiritual Energy started to rush through his body. "I only answer those that I deem worthy. That man that called himself my father, I shall honor his will. Just this once, Oberon. Just this once…"
"Magnificent!" Laughed the elf. "Crimson ended being quite the useful pawn at the end, hahaha! Although he should had brought both fragments here! Oh well, I will simply take them away from those lizards corpses. As long as I can obtain the Treasure within the Flame Venerable's Inheritance, not even his regeneration will be enough."
"You're talking about the one that slayed my father?" Pandemonium asked, glancing at his arms and body. "My body has been stitched together… Scales and parts I did not had before, from where have they come from?"
"Your father secured some materials from Divine Dragons. He has reconstructed your fragmented, sealed body as best as he could. Don't tell me the new dragon powers you possess are not worthy of Hell's Gates." Laughed the elf.
"Hmmm… Those beasts that called themselves the guardians, to think they have a King now." The young man smirked. "Well, that's not going to change anything. King or whatever… He'll burn in hell."
His hands flared with purple and dark red flames, twisting together while channeling his alien energies, the powers coming from his Unique Skill.
Although it seemed rather uneventful, his awakening brought to the entire world of Yggdrasil a great change.
Fate itself, deposited within the very core of Yggdrasil, gained countless new cracks…
"Pandemonium… has been revived?!"
Yggdrasil's Will panicked, remembering the monstrous being that the Gods once summoned to this world in the long, now bygone era, her roots trembled.
"The third [Original]… You sick trickster! Was this your idea all along?! Why are you bringing back such a Calamity to this world?!"
.
.
.
Ding!
[You've Stored the [Divine Frost Flame Lily (SS Grade)] x17!]
[You've Stored the [Spiritual Origin Flames Crystals (SS Grade)] x10!]
[You've meet two of the requirements for the successful fusion between the Four Flames.]
[Two more Materials are needed for the fusion to be completely successful.]
"Well, that's that." I sighed in relief.
-----
The sourc𝗲 of this content is free(w)ebnov(𝒆)l