Obitus troubles...

[Jacob]

*Setting: Basically the setting is in the Dragon Dimension. The land is lush and green, the water a deep purply blue. It is a land full of beauty and yet deadly Predators...the Dragons. The scene is set inside a Mountain, were the Dragon Gods of the land basically discuss the up and coming events. This one being Obitus.*

The Dragon Gods were deep inside the middle of a Mountain, its insides were brown and dirt like. Jagged rocks seemed to jump out of the Mountain walls and floor, making it deadly for anyone but the immortal.

Staros: "He has turned...we need a new Kin, one that can take over from him. His power of Death and blackness has surged over him. He is a lost cause."

Staros was relativly tall, his coat of scales was Golden and he looked more like a Western style Dragon than the traditional type. His voice was firm, but gentle. He was the God of Law.

Demonakos: "Hmmmm, and you suggest we do what? Kill him? He's the God of Death remember, we cant just destroy him...the entire world would crumble and even i wouldn't be able to help you then."

Demonakos was the God of Chaos, basically a war lover and peace hater. His reign consisted over that of the no-mans land and he loved the destruction of others, even if they were some kind of insect. His skin was a dark brown colour, with highlights of lightness to it. 5 giant wings sprouted from his back, each with a leathery red texture to it. He had two pairs of arms, each tipped with bleach white bladed claws. They graced his toes and skull aswell and also the 3 tails that came from his behind. Demonakos was one of the ugly breeds of Dragon, you could say that he was born like this because he caused such pain and suffering. His jaws narrow so he could tear and sheer into flesh, he was evil, evil and loving it.

Staros: "Thats why i said we need somebody to take over his reign. A new blood that will not turn such as Obitus did."

Staros turned to the cave wall that was behind him, Obitus' figure was entrapped in it. His arms over his chest like that of a corpse in a coffin. His tail curled around his legs and his wings wrapped around his body. He looked at peace, well...his physical body did.

Thunder Moon: "T'is a shame we have to do such a thing. We could try and refo..."

She halted her sentence as she remembered the happenings in the other world that Obitus decided to attack. T-Moon was like that of a traditional Chinese Dragon. Her body sleek and silverish topped with lovely white hair.

Thunder Moon: "Who would we choose?"

Her soft and gentle voice was a more comfortable sound compared to Demonakos' bile ridden whispers. The Dragon Gods were worried, worried about the power that Obitus' would recieve if he managed to somehow obtain his physical body. Not only that but their world was over flowing with rampant, long living creatures. Even the Imps of Death could not keep up. The Imps were basically black clouds of nothingness, usually you would see beady red eyes here or there but that was all. They worked for Obitus' and made sure every creature who was for the chop got it...only this time they were running abit late.

"So...we could just destroy the body. That would stop him, right?"

This voice was deathly, somewhat playful but with a serious, deathly tone to it. It was Zilathoga'. Goddess of suffering she prided herself on what she could do to the mortals of her world. Her body was sleek and black, her wings large and tipped with sharp black claws. The top half of her body was specaled with yellowy-green Jaguar type spots and spines ran down her back. From her tail to her head in which two white orbs glowed evily...her eyes.

Staros: "And then what do we do to the creatures that are in need of being killed? We would be over run and the Imps would be able to do nothing!!"

Zilathoga: "We cut them up...and bury them. Simple."

She winked at Staros who merely grunted at her and stepped over to the body of Obitus, rubbing the leathery wings with the back of his paw. A yawn came from Demonakos who then proceeded to walk over to one of the jagged rocks of the cavern.

Demonakos: "We could drain him of his Death. Turn him...mortal then kill him."

He rubbed the tip of a rock and then gently crushed it between his claws. Turning his head to T-Moon and Staros, awaiting their reply.

"No...H-He might have protected his body...or something."

This voice was full of mischief, it was quite high pitched and squeeky. Something you would expect from a Mouse or small Lizard. Demonakos barked in the direction of the voice, frowning upon it as the creature put his idea to shame. The God who had spoke was Loki, a small browny-green coloured Dragon of mischief. It dabbled in the Good side and Evil side but usually just kept itself to itself. Small and wingless he was capable of disappearing in a puff of flame and reappearing some place else. His skin could change and he was fast on his feet, something he had learned he had to be from being a mortal Dragon.

Thunder Moon: "Hmmm...we, we could try it couldn't we?"

Demonakos sneered and walked up to the little Dragon who had tried to shoot down his idea. Staring at him Demonakos raised a sharp claw. A shrill scream came from the small God as it dispersed into fire and then reappeared next to Staros, wrapping its tail around the God of Laws leg for mere protection. The Law God was pre-occupied however, he was concentrating on taking the power of Death from the God and turning it mortal. A yellow orb had formed in Staros golden paw and he was slowly reaching out to touch the black figure encased in rock.
*Zzzzisshap*
Red electricity darted around Staros' hand, the orb turned red and black and basically shrivelled into thin air. Pulling his arm back Staros gasped, his arm was numb and painful.

Staros: "Loki is right...he has protected it."

Zilathoga looked up at the Dragons and tutted, forming a ball of pure flame she pointed a claw at Obitus and allowed the ball of destruction to fly forward towards it. Upon hitting the body the fire just burst into sparks...doing no damage to the body whatsoever.

Thunder Moon: "What are you doing!?"

Her voice was full of astonishment, if Zilathoga had destroyed the body than the creatures of their world would have lost the ability to die and thus over populated the surface, forcing the world to collapse in on itself and all to die. Staros turned to the Goddess of Suffering, his voice firm and not so gentle anymore.

Staros: "Get out...NOW!"

Spittle leapt from his mouth and landed on the soily floor, forcing steam to rise up from the ground. Zilathoga smirked and bowed her head.

Zilathoga: "At least i tried guys. Cya."

Her form twisted around, like that of a black whirl wind before gradually getting thinner until it was nothing more than the air itself.

Loki: "We have to wait...right? W-wait until he gets together with his body and is weak...right?"

Looking down Staros sighed.

Staros: "Yes...we will."

~End~

(OOC: Ok...longness and yet a idea for more shenanigans. Special thanx to Drag as she let me use some of her characters (If i have described them wrong or sumat just say so and say whats wrong with them and i'll modify it. Thanx again.)

[Sl'askia]

You were a bit off on Demon...but that's ok...he is easy...yet hard to write.

[paramiteabe]

good story so far mann I like it.