A deep tremor passed through the darkness angel domain, like something immense shifting beneath the surface of existence. the darkened domain twisted, bending in unnatural ways, recoiling from the presence that had just awakened. The air or what seems to be the air here felt suffocated, heavy, thick with an unseen force that devoured sound before it could even form.
Agon stood motionless, his deep yellow eyes narrowing as he watched the colossal beast emerge.
Its shape.. feline, yet twisted beyond recognition. Its fur was darker than the void itself, an abyss of writhing black that consumed all light. Two jagged horns jutted from its skull, pulsing with an eerie, ashen glow. Its breath came in slow, deliberate huffs, each exhalation carrying a tide of raw, oppressive darkness. The ground beneath it fractured, its very presence warping the fabric of this forsaken domain.
From above, a slow chuckle.
"How do you like my pet?"
Darkness Angel hovered just beyond the jagged giant altar, his silhouette a smudge against the void. His blackened wings stretched ever so slightly, as if basking in the scene before him. His smile.. thin, curling at the edges, betrayed nothing but amusement.
Agon exhaled through his nose, tilting his head slightly. His fingers flexed as a familiar weight materialized into his grasp.. two faintly glowing daggers, their edges sharp. The same dual blades that had followed him since his arrival in this damned place.
"Am I also prohibited from defending myself?" His voice was steady, yet quiet, eyes flicking toward Darkness Angel.
A slow shake of the head. "You may."
The amusement in his tone was palpable.
The beast, Jogan, did not move. Not yet. Its ashen-gray eyes bore into Agon, a low, rumbling growl vibrating through its massive frame. Darkness energy cascaded from its body in slow, unrelenting waves, distorting the air around it. It was waiting. Waiting for the command.
Agon’s mind raced.
He had no mist. No clones. No way to manipulate the battlefield to his favor. His movements would be restricted to nothing but his own body, and against something like this...
"Begin, my pet."
Darkness Angel’s voice carried no urgency, no force. Just the simple utterance of a decree.
And that was enough.
The world around Agon broke.
A deafening crack.. like the tearing of fabric, split the silence as Jogan vanished.
Agon’s detection screamed.
The beast was already in front of him.
Its claw.. massive, curved, rippling with darkness swung at Agon.
By Instinct Agon twisted, body bending just past the strike. The sheer force of the claw Imbued with darkness passing through the empty space sent ripples through the void, as if tearing apart something unseen.
Then.. a growl.
Behind.
His detection roared again. Louder. Urgent.
Jogan had already moved.
A monstrous, shifting shadow eclipsed his vision, the beast’s immense frame too close.. its maw parting, its breath a gust of suffocating darkness.
Agon turned.
But he wasn’t fast enough.
Splatt.
A wet, sickening sound tore through the silence..
Agon’s body twisted, the motion a fraction too slow, a mere second too late. The beast’s claws, jagged and cruel, carved through the empty dark, slicing into his midsection. A sharp gasp tore from his lips as the wound flayed open, blood surging forth in violent bursts.
He staggered.
Then collapsed.
The dark domain’s floor, endless and formless, met him with an unnatural cold. He sat there, hunched, a hand pressing against the deep gash in his abdomen, but the blood would not stop. It ran freely, pooling beneath him, staining the nothingness. His breath came in shallow, ragged intervals. A wet cough.. thick, bubbling, escaped him, flecks of crimson splattering the void.
Above, Jogan loomed. Its massive form rippled with pure darkness, the abyss itself woven into flesh and bone. It did not breathe, it did not hesitate. The beast simply obeyed.
Its claws twitched.
It would finish this.
"Halt." but the beast was stopped.
Darkness Angel’s voice was calm, almost indifferent, yet it carried the weight of an immutable decree.
Jogan froze.
The beast did not growl, did not shift. It simply stopped, its eyes.. ashen gray, depthless, remaining locked onto Agon’s nearly lifeless form. The command was absolute.
Darkness Angel floated above, his blackened wings extending ever so slightly, his presence folding into the formless dark. His gaze, glowing dimly like embers behind thick smoke, settled on Agon’s trembling form.
"I like it this way."
His voice held no urgency, only quiet amusement.
"Seeing you like this, before I take your larvae worm."
The words were not cruel. They were simple, factual. A predetermined outcome now unraveling before his eyes.
Agon did not respond.
His head hung low, his body motionless. Blood still seeped from his wound, sluggish now, thick as it clung to his skin. His breathing slowed. His life.. fading.
"Tell me, Agon."
Darkness Angel tilted his head ever so slightly, his voice dipping into something almost contemplative.
"Do you have any last wish?"
The silence stretched on for a moment as moments later.... Agon smiled.
Not a strained smirk, not a grimace. A real, unfiltered, almost genuine smile.
A laugh came after.
Low at first. A faint chuckle slipping through bloodstained lips. But it didn’t stop. It grew.
A full-bodied, mirthful laugh.
Darkness Angel’s gaze narrowed.
He had expected silence. He had expected defiance. But laughter? That was not part of what he expected.
"What’s funny?"
The words came out quieter than intended, as though spoken more to himself than to Agon.
Below, Agon kept laughing. His body shook with it, his shoulders trembling, his fingers twitching slightly where they rested in the pooling blood. The sound did not carry joy, nor sorrow.. it was something else entirely. A laugh unburdened. A laugh of something long overdue.
Like a man stepping onto the gallows and finding peace in the noose.
Like meat happy for slaughter.
Suddenly It stopped.
The void swallowed the sound whole.
Agon’s head tilted upward, his deep yellow eyes, once gleaming, now dulling, locking onto Darkness Angel’s.
And then, his voice. Low. Ragged. Calm.
"You know…"
A pause.
"You’re dumber than I thought." It was a sharp word directed at Darkness Angel though he did not react. His expression did not change. Yet something within the space shifted.. something imperceptible, something instinctual.
Agon barely noticed. He simply laid back, body sinking into the cold abyss beneath him, his breaths shallow, his fingers twitching slightly. A groan left him.. weak, fading.
Then he chuckled.
"What a life."
The words were barely audible.
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Darkness Angel’s expression did not falter. But beneath that stillness, irritation flickered, subtle and restrained. He did not care for Agon’s words. Not truly. And yet, there was something in them.. something that lingered.
"Why don’t you admit your loss?" Darkness Angel said as silence stretched after that, letting the words to settle, to fester.
Agon’s lips curled again, but this time, it was different.
"Why?", "Why would I?"
His voice was hoarse, yet steady.
"I haven’t lost yet."
A slow inhale.
Then his head tilted, his yellow eyes finding Darkness Angel’s gaze once more.
"On the contrary, it’s you who has lost."
Stillness.
Darkness Angel’s wings barely moved. His expression did not waver, but his presence pressed into the space, folding into itself, waiting..
"What do you mean?"
Agon exhaled slowly. His hands pressing against the darkened ground, his body shifting.
He sat up.
Blood still ran from his wound, but he ignored it. His posture straightened, his presence, wrongly.. unchanged, as if the very act of rising had unraveled something unseen.
His gaze locked onto Darkness Angel’s, his lips parting.
Then he whispered.. a silent grin crawling on his face....
"I can’t be killed, damnit."
The dark domain shuddered.
A tremor rippled through the infinite abyss, unsettling the stagnant silence. The vast expanse of void-darkness twisted upon itself, pulsing like a wounded beast struggling to breathe. Something had changed. Something unnatural.
In that moment green mist began to seep from Agon’s broken body.
It coiled, sluggish yet intentional, from the gaping wound in his midsection. Faint at first, like the exhale of something long forgotten, then growing thicker..ban unnatural vapor, bleeding from his very being. The thick mist slithered across his torn flesh, weaving itself into the wound.
Bit by bit, it reknit him. Skin reformed. Ruptured organs mended. Sinew twisted and meshed back into place, guided by a force beyond understanding.
Darkness Angel observed from above, his ashen eyes narrowing. His crown of void-light pulsed once, an unspoken command woven into the domain.
"Jogan."
His voice carried no urgency. No fear. Just an order, a decree, an absolute one..
The beast responded instantly.
A tremor spread as Jogan, the colossal nightmare of a beast, stirred. Its form.. darker than the abyss itself, moved in unsettling silence. Horned, vast, the very shape of annihilation, it coiled with unseen tension, its ashen-gray eyes locking onto Agon’s half-healed body.
Then it lunged.
Or at least, it tried to.
As instantly... everything froze...
The air. The domain. The unending darkness itself.
A silence so profound it drowned out the void. A stillness deeper than the vacuum of space. Not a single wisp of darkness moved. The endless abyss of this world.. the domain that belonged to Darkness Angel, stood motionless.
Something else had taken hold.
Something wrong.
Then Agon moved.
His body jerked, unnatural. His arms twisted backward with a sickening snap, contorted as if his joints had been rearranged. His other hand followed suit, bones cracking, limbs bending in ways that should never be possible. And yet... there was no pain. No sound of struggle.
Only motion.
Then, fluid as liquid metal, his exoskeleton formed over him. It slithered across his body, molding like a living thing. But it wasn’t the same. The dark-ashen armor, once textured like a husk of withered bone, had changed.
Now, it gleamed pale. Almost white. Almost.
Agon’s head remained bowed. No breath. No shift. No indication that he was truly awake.
Darkness Angel’s ashen eyes narrowed further. A cold, creeping sense of displeasure settled over him.
"Jogan."
This time, there was something else in his tone.
The beast snarled. Its void-forged fur crackled with boundless darkness energy, a pulse of obliteration surging from its colossal frame. With a single shift of its paw, the vastness of the abyss trembled once more, its presence alone capable of rupturing reality itself.
But it still did not move.
Could not.
For the darkness itself had betrayed its master.
The abyss flickered. The domain pulsed... black, white, black again.
A rupture formed. An instability that had no place in the absolute void.
Then... Slowly, in a deliberate movement.
Agon lifted his head.
His eyes opened.. it’s deep yellow became more deeper... No longer human.
His exposed skin, untouched by the armor, darkened... darker than the abyss around them, darker than Jogan’s fur, darker than the void itself.
The system trembled.
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A crack formed at the corner of Agon’s lips.
Then it spread.
Wider.
Wider.
A wicked, gaping grin.
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"YAHAHAHAHAHA!!!"
His laughter tore through the darkness domain.
The abyss screamed.
The dark domain shuddered by the weight of something incomprehensible, something unfathomable before them,
And that thing is about to turn the tides of battle..