Hopefully this is the last day. (My fingers are crossed y'all) (okay I lied. Actually my fingers are spread across the keyboard.)
-Are you sure you are ready for this, Drogo?
Bergthora put her hand on his shoulder and gazed fixedly into his eyes. It was 1:30, they were about to head to the arena.
-Have all of the preparations been made?
-Yes.
-Then I am ready.
Suddenly with a spur of emotion, Drogo took her hand in his and pulled her very close.
-Don't you worry about me, it will all turn well in the end. I will not let my brother win. I promise.
She seemed to be comforted slightly by his warm embrace. She closed her eyes and took in the smell. She promised herself that she would never forget this moment for all eternity. Then he pulled away.
-Henry, if I don't survive this and you end up telling Rei who I am...tell her that I loved her very much and that if I could undo the past, I would've a million times by now.
-Yes sir.
-And Henry?
-Yes?
-If, when you marry her, take good care of her.
-Yes sir.
Chevy grabbed Drogo's shoulder.
-Hate to break up the little love fest, but we really need to go now. One moment late is forfeit.
-Alright.
-Welcome, all, to the fight of the centuries!!!
The announcer yelled. The throngs of Demons cheered. Drogo looked around in a daze. There were so many. He quickly shook his head and set his mind to his purpose. Hototo lounged easily on his throne across the arena, flipping his favorite dagger in his hand. He was as calm as if he'd been waiting for someone to draw his bath.
-Warriors! Ready your weapons!!!!
The two brothers stood and glared at each other. The crowds roared. The loser would die, the winner would get the girl...and the kingdom.
-Fight!!!
The announcer screamed. The crowds cheered and chanted for their king or his brother. Hototo charged at Drogo. At the last moment, Drogo changed into a blue flame, Hototo must've expected it because at the same moment he became a blazing red flame. The two floating fires wrestled and contorted, they became one big purple flame so that no one could tell which was winning. Suddenly Drogo's body fell out of the now red ball of fire. His flesh was smoking. He didn't move.
-Did you really think you could defeat me? I taught you that tactic. I taught you Everything that you know!
Drogo looked up. His brother was swooping toward him, wings tucked, dagger drawn. Faster, faster. Drogo turned his arm into a sword and swung it upward toward Hototo's belly. Hototo screamed and fell to the side. One of his wings was torn and bleeding. Drogo rose and his body transformed into that of a lion. He began to attack the demon king this way until his brother became a cobra and bit his underarm. Drogo immediately went back into his angelic form. The flesh where he had been bit was turning horrific shades of purple and blue and black. His vision began to blur.
-I taught you that too!!
Hototo was screaming in his face.
-Why are you so Stupid?? You were always too stupid to beat me! Too weak and too stupid!!!
-Maybe I was, back then. But now I know how to defeat you.
Drogo closed his eyes for a moment and took a deep breathe. His body became a cheetah, he ran. He transformed into a bear, then a tiger, then a turtle, then a cow, then a horse, then a turkey, all the while dashing around the arena. Hototo stood in the middle of the arena not sure what to become to compete with the current animal because it changed so quickly. Drogo ran faster and faster, he kept changing forms, soon he was running at the speed of light. He ran straight at his brother and became a flaming version of himself. He laid fiery hands on his brother who had at least caught up enough to be on fire as well. Drogo sent a fiery fist flying at his brother's face, Hototo shot flames from his hand into Drogo's heart. Drogo punched more and more until his brother fell on the ground. He could feel his heart burning, he was dying. He became pure flame and entered the body of his brother. All of the evils of the monster he had just possessed almost overtook him. He grew hotter and hotter, both inside and out. His heart was weakening, the pain was nearly unbearable. He was burning his brother from the inside out. The two devils screamed in agony, the outer trying to remove the inner but to no avail. Suddenly, the body of Hototo crumbled into a pile of smoking ashes. The only thing left was the flaming blue silhouette of Drogo. The crowds were shocked at what they saw. A massive battle cry erupted, and the fallen angels took up arms against eachother. The reformed devils against the followers of Hototo Achak. Drogo's flame dimmed, his body became that of Jacob for the last time. Suddenly Rei was there, her hand on his cheek.
-Don't leave me, Jacob. You can make it.
-No, Rei. I must leave you, but you must stay and do the work of God.
-No! Please! I love you!
She choked on her words, tears streamed down her face. Drogo smiled in spite of the pain.
-I love you too, Reitein Vondola.
His eyes closed, but instead of darkness, he saw light. A king with pierced hands and feet walked toward him.
-My King! I'm so sorry that I left you, that I failed your kingdom.
-You have done well, Drogo Avir. You saved my child from Hototo. Thank you for your obedience. But you must understand that your punishment still awaits. I died for their salvation, not yours.
-I understand, Lord. Seeing you this last time, hearing that you are pleased with my feeble efforts is enough for an eternity of the worst. I only ask that you protect her and lead her in your will.
Jesus smiled. His eyes seemed glossy with uncried tears.
-I will. Goodbye, Drogo Avir.
-Goodbye, my King.
-Are you sure you are ready for this, Drogo?
Bergthora put her hand on his shoulder and gazed fixedly into his eyes. It was 1:30, they were about to head to the arena.
-Have all of the preparations been made?
-Yes.
-Then I am ready.
Suddenly with a spur of emotion, Drogo took her hand in his and pulled her very close.
-Don't you worry about me, it will all turn well in the end. I will not let my brother win. I promise.
She seemed to be comforted slightly by his warm embrace. She closed her eyes and took in the smell. She promised herself that she would never forget this moment for all eternity. Then he pulled away.
-Henry, if I don't survive this and you end up telling Rei who I am...tell her that I loved her very much and that if I could undo the past, I would've a million times by now.
-Yes sir.
-And Henry?
-Yes?
-If, when you marry her, take good care of her.
-Yes sir.
Chevy grabbed Drogo's shoulder.
-Hate to break up the little love fest, but we really need to go now. One moment late is forfeit.
-Alright.
-Welcome, all, to the fight of the centuries!!!
The announcer yelled. The throngs of Demons cheered. Drogo looked around in a daze. There were so many. He quickly shook his head and set his mind to his purpose. Hototo lounged easily on his throne across the arena, flipping his favorite dagger in his hand. He was as calm as if he'd been waiting for someone to draw his bath.
-Warriors! Ready your weapons!!!!
The two brothers stood and glared at each other. The crowds roared. The loser would die, the winner would get the girl...and the kingdom.
-Fight!!!
The announcer screamed. The crowds cheered and chanted for their king or his brother. Hototo charged at Drogo. At the last moment, Drogo changed into a blue flame, Hototo must've expected it because at the same moment he became a blazing red flame. The two floating fires wrestled and contorted, they became one big purple flame so that no one could tell which was winning. Suddenly Drogo's body fell out of the now red ball of fire. His flesh was smoking. He didn't move.
-Did you really think you could defeat me? I taught you that tactic. I taught you Everything that you know!
Drogo looked up. His brother was swooping toward him, wings tucked, dagger drawn. Faster, faster. Drogo turned his arm into a sword and swung it upward toward Hototo's belly. Hototo screamed and fell to the side. One of his wings was torn and bleeding. Drogo rose and his body transformed into that of a lion. He began to attack the demon king this way until his brother became a cobra and bit his underarm. Drogo immediately went back into his angelic form. The flesh where he had been bit was turning horrific shades of purple and blue and black. His vision began to blur.
-I taught you that too!!
Hototo was screaming in his face.
-Why are you so Stupid?? You were always too stupid to beat me! Too weak and too stupid!!!
-Maybe I was, back then. But now I know how to defeat you.
Drogo closed his eyes for a moment and took a deep breathe. His body became a cheetah, he ran. He transformed into a bear, then a tiger, then a turtle, then a cow, then a horse, then a turkey, all the while dashing around the arena. Hototo stood in the middle of the arena not sure what to become to compete with the current animal because it changed so quickly. Drogo ran faster and faster, he kept changing forms, soon he was running at the speed of light. He ran straight at his brother and became a flaming version of himself. He laid fiery hands on his brother who had at least caught up enough to be on fire as well. Drogo sent a fiery fist flying at his brother's face, Hototo shot flames from his hand into Drogo's heart. Drogo punched more and more until his brother fell on the ground. He could feel his heart burning, he was dying. He became pure flame and entered the body of his brother. All of the evils of the monster he had just possessed almost overtook him. He grew hotter and hotter, both inside and out. His heart was weakening, the pain was nearly unbearable. He was burning his brother from the inside out. The two devils screamed in agony, the outer trying to remove the inner but to no avail. Suddenly, the body of Hototo crumbled into a pile of smoking ashes. The only thing left was the flaming blue silhouette of Drogo. The crowds were shocked at what they saw. A massive battle cry erupted, and the fallen angels took up arms against eachother. The reformed devils against the followers of Hototo Achak. Drogo's flame dimmed, his body became that of Jacob for the last time. Suddenly Rei was there, her hand on his cheek.
-Don't leave me, Jacob. You can make it.
-No, Rei. I must leave you, but you must stay and do the work of God.
-No! Please! I love you!
She choked on her words, tears streamed down her face. Drogo smiled in spite of the pain.
-I love you too, Reitein Vondola.
His eyes closed, but instead of darkness, he saw light. A king with pierced hands and feet walked toward him.
-My King! I'm so sorry that I left you, that I failed your kingdom.
-You have done well, Drogo Avir. You saved my child from Hototo. Thank you for your obedience. But you must understand that your punishment still awaits. I died for their salvation, not yours.
-I understand, Lord. Seeing you this last time, hearing that you are pleased with my feeble efforts is enough for an eternity of the worst. I only ask that you protect her and lead her in your will.
Jesus smiled. His eyes seemed glossy with uncried tears.
-I will. Goodbye, Drogo Avir.
-Goodbye, my King.
The End
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