The Overthrow of Busistocaria

Vallyn, not wanting to break his moral code, walked forward. "A fire deity is much weaker on the mortal plane, as you should know." Vallyn spoke softly, his voice like velvet. He fingered Mournagh gently, feeling its magical power. "And a father should never harm his son."

 

Ferin turned to Vallyn, "You seem to know much" he said as he sent an inferno in his direction

 

"I am drow... I am shade... You lose your advantage here." He spoke, speeding towards the inferno, releasing Zilvinidia, her icy touch banishing the flame. He closed in, releasing his other cutlass out of its scabbard. Mournagh, the shining green bladed sword, who was surrounded by shadows, came rushing out of his scabbard, racing towards the god. No armour, no matter how heavily enchanted, was safe from the banishing blade.

 

Ferin stood still layghing as Vallyn approached, "Do you know the reason why i'm the second most powerful diety?" he asked in a retorical way

 

"You're just a failure of a god," He said as he appeared a lot closer, within blade range, of Ferin. He just shadowstepped. Now, the banishing sword near the breast of the god. "I am just as immortal as you!"

 

Ferin disappeared in a burst of flame and appeared appove Blake who was on the floor, "I know of you, you do have a similar immortality to me" he said as he pulled his sword up through his arm and cut it off, the arm instantly regrew it'self in a purge of fire.

Blake disappeared in flame and reappeared behind Vallyn, "i know i'm strong enough to beat you" he said his voice becoming rough

 

Vallyn turned. Finally, someone who can be considered an equal. "Sadly, you can not cross into the Plane of Shadow..." He spoke, the amulet on his neck, a shining emerald, dimming. "With this amulet," he pointed to it with a single finger, "I can walk into any and, or, all planes. Shadowstepping with this on... Gives me a higher advantage," Vallyn explained, getting into possition.

 

"Well then this should be interesting i'll finish you and get my son to become stronger all in one day", he gloated making his body become completely on fire as well as his sword

"No your all mine" Blake said bursting into flame as the fire faded back down Blake had become some what a creature much like that of a demon but had the power of a fire deity

Ferin froze his son had shown him something he could not understand, "How can you do that here!" he asked, being unable to use his true form just like Blake is

"Remember, Dad, i'm still part human" his voice sounded like the inside of a volcanoe

 

Vallyn looked amused. "I guess your son can do my bidding," he whispered, sheathing his cutlasses. He just stood there and watched, not at all bothered by the heat.

 

Balke disappeared before there eyes and reappeared infront of his Ferin, he smirked then punched him knocking him upwards. Blake grabbed his spear and jumped up after Ferin

Ferin burst into flame and dived at Blake, "My son you are worth to come with me", he said as he swung at his Blake

Blake grabbed his blade and stabbed his father with his spear, and Ferin disappeared.

 

Vallyn shook his head. "He was weak, after all." He walked away.

 

"He'll be back That wasn't enough to scrath him", Blake said still in his deity form, "I must go find a river" he says as he walks off

 

Vallyn slapped Zilvinidia against the boy's flesh, banishing the flames. "Enchanted weapons are more useful if they're the opposite of your element." He spoke was he walked past Blake, cutlass in sheath.

 

"Thanks, I guess", he said as he reverted to his human state

 

Vallyn disappeared into the darkness of the forest, seeking out Quarrak.

Quarrak sat upon a magically summoned emerald throne, awaiting his brother, his invisibility dispelled. He waited patiently, his green eyes, extremely-rare for drow, darting left to right, as if watching a pendulum swing.

 

Rosalie, Edward, Jasper, and Alice sat silently.

 

Blake collapced on the floor, he was drained of energy, "Give me a minute to res..." he said before his eyes closed

 

"He's tired." Alice said.
"Way to point out the obvious." Edward said.

 

Balke began mumbling in his sleep, "...mh...BURN!....milk..." as he shouted burn his body let out a small fire which insantly died down

 

The drow-shade appeared next to his brother, the shadows melting away as a dirk slipped to Quarrak's throat. "I believe you have to die, Elderboy." He spoke in the drow tongue. Quarrak had an amused smiled transfixed upon his face.

"How so?" He asked, removing his knuckles from his cheek. "Put that away, you'll poke someone's eye out." He mocked

A chuckle escaped Vallyn's lips. This unsettled Quarrak. "Sure, but I'll do more than just pluck out your eyes." He replied, drawing out a new blade, Mournagh. Zilvinidia came out secondly.

Quarrak smirked now. "Always the vengeful one," He cackled, already amist in his spell casting.