The dark domain shuddered.
The laughter had not stopped.
It rang, raw and unhinged, echoing through the abyss. A sound that did not belong here... no, a sound that should not exist here. It twisted through the air, threaded with something wrong, something jagged, something that gnawed at the very structure of the domain.
The ashen flickering at the edges of existence pulsed, glitching. The darkness faltered, spasmed between extremes. Black. White. Black. White. Over and over again, the fabric of this neverending domain buckled beneath the weight of something new.
Darkness Angel watched.
A moment of silence. A fragment of hesitation.
Then a thought surfaced, unbidden. He is evolving.
It slithered into his mind like a whisper from the abyss, carrying with it the weight of an undeniable truth.
His gaze dropped to the thing that had once been Agon.
No.. not Agon. Not anymore.
The Wanderer Who Laughs.
It stood there, grinning. Silent now, but the laughter still echoed, as if the domain itself had memorized the sound.
A shift.
Darkness Angel’s crown of void-light pulsed once more, his command woven into the fabric of this place.
"Jogan."
The beast obeyed.
The colossal shape of Jogan, frozen before, moved.
A blur of unfathomable speed.
It lunged.
The air screamed.
One moment, the void itself seemed to coil around the beast like a living thing, drawn to it.. then its claws struck.
A BOOM. A soundless explosion.
Contact.
Or so it should have been.
But something was wrong.
The Wanderer Who Laughs did not move.
Jogan’s claws, great, abyssal things that devoured light, that devoured narrative itself... had not struck their mark.
Because he was holding them.
Massive, void-laden claws, pulsing with boundless energy, halted.
Stopped.
Caught between fingers curled effortlessly around them, fingers belonging to the one who should not have been able to stop them.
Darkness Angel did not breathe.
Impossible.
Yet the truth lay before him.
Where the claws had been seized, something spread.
White.
A creeping, infecting mist, slithering up Jogan’s claws, biting into the beast’s form... turning the darkness into something else, something ashen, something new.
The Wanderer Who Laughs tilted his head. The movement was slow, deliberate, as if he were considering something.
Then...
A laugh.
Low, crackling, growing.
"Hahaha."
Fingers tightened.
His fist curled.
A punch.
The strike landed with a deafening BOOM.
A shockwave tore through the domain, a rupture of sheer force that cracked through the abyss, splitting the very concept of darkness.
Jogan flew.
His vast form vanished into the distance, swallowed by the endless void.
For a moment, silence.
Then... In that moment, Jogan landed.
A perfect landing, claws digging into the shifting nothingness that formed the ground of this forsaken realm.
He skidded, the impact shaking the domain, but he did not fall.
A snarl.
A roar.
A warcry that split the abyss.
Black and white fought for control, a battle waged not in combat alone but in the very laws that governed this world.
Jogan moved.
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A blink.
A crack in time itself. A movement so fast it should not have been recorded, so violent that reality itself staggered in its wake.
A collision.
BOOM.
White ash and pure darkness collided, the sheer impact threatening to unravel the domain itself.
Jogan did not hesitate.
His maw opened.
A beam.
Darkness incarnate, the raw essence of devouring void, surged forth.
It roared toward The Wanderer Who Laughs, a force that should erase anything in its path... should have erased him.
But..
A flick.
A single flick of his wrist.
The beam dissolved.
Unmade.
The darkness simply ceased.
And then,
He vanished.
Not moved. Not dodged.
Dissolved.
Gone, as if he had never been there at all.
Then a burst of pure untamed Mist.
Booom!!!
It poured into the domain, spreading like a plague, swallowing everything.
The void. The air. The space between spaces.
It filled everything, creeping into the cracks of existence, spreading beyond the visible, beyond what could be seen or understood.
Everything was shrouded.
Then... A sound erupted..
A rip.
A tear.
Something unseen, something in the dark, was being shredded.
Bit by bit.
Piece by piece.
The sound of darkness being ripped apart, something even darker than darkness itself being undone.
The mist thinned.
Slowly.
Calmly.
And when it finally subsided..
Only one figure remained.
He stood there, head tilted back, that wicked, jagged grin still carved into his face.
Then, softly.... Slowly..
He laughed.
Du! Du!! Du!!!
The dark domain pulsed.
It did not breathe, it did not live, yet something within it shuddered. A silent scream, a wail woven into the fabric of its existence, unheard yet known.
Darkness Angel did not move.
His ashen-glowing eyes remained fixed on the space where Jogan had been.
Nothing remained.
Not a corpse. Not a trace. Not even an echo of its being.
Gone.
A creature that should not have been killable. A narrative eater. A being woven into the laws of this place, devouring stories, erasing things that should not exist.
And yet..
It had been killed.
By him.
By what was once Agon.
Darkness Angel’s eyes narrowed, the ring of void-light above his head flickering, ever so slightly.
And then..
Laughter.
The same laughter.
It was quieter now, rolling through the domain like a whisper of something unseen, curling at the edges of reality, seeping into the cracks where logic once held power.
A shift.
The figure turned.
Slow. Deliberate. As if savoring the moment.
He was not Agon.
Not anymore.
The Wanderer Who Laughs faced him now, that same, too-wide grin carved into his face, stretching just a little too far, his deeper-than-yellow eyes glimmering beneath the ashen light.
He did not speak.
He only smiled.
And then.... Slowly, his lips parted,
"You’re next."
Darkness Angel did not react.
Not immediately.
His expression remained neutral, unreadable. The weight of an unfathomable existence bore down on him, yet he stood unmoving, wings of tattered void hanging at his back.
Then, softly
He smile... The Darkness Angel Smiled.
Faint. Almost unnoticeable.
The dark domain shuddered.
The flickering light, the glitching black-and-white distortion.. it stopped.
Then it screamed.
A scream that had no sound, a wail that was never voiced, yet the world itself convulsed beneath it.
Darkness Angel tilted his head.
"Quite bold of you," he mused, voice as calm as the abyss. "This form of yours."
And in that moment...
The domain shifted.
No..
It obeyed....
The struggle of authority has begun...