章節 1: Prologue

Chapter 1: Prologue

There he lay, on a shattered sun leaking decrepit energy everywhere warping the surroundings masking it in a gloomy aura.

Around him lay comrades he journeyed with the better part of his life, beaten and broken, lifeless on the ground.

He wanted to scream and shout, wanted to curse the fate bestowed upon him. Destined to suffer, destined to bring suffering to those around him, destined to always walk on with a smile.

It wasn't always like this, he was but a simple adventurer named Slylarus Vureva, seeking new beginnings but it all changed when he was recruited into an organisation for a special ability he had, The Echo.

The Echo allowed him to see the past of all things and sometimes see the true nature of things, there are a handful of people with this ability but he was one with the strongest affinity.

Because of this he was always on the front line to help out in things when no one else could. Always fighting unreal dangers no one has ever faced before. Always coming out triumphant.

But nothing was all sunshine and rainbows, he lost a lot of close friends due to being involved with him and it haunts him to this day still.

The last straw was a man named Haurcherfant who helped him when he was betrayed and framed for a fake murder and run out of the country.

Haucherfant helped him when no one else would and sheltered him in his family home. How was he repaid? Blasted through the chest for simply being at the wrong place at the wrong time.

That death nearly sent our hero down a dark hole. Finding a teacher in the Slums and picking up the mantle of Dark Knight, using the amplified emotions of hate and rage to protect those in need and punish those in the wrong viciously with a great sword.

He managed to come back from the brink of insanity by one of the closest people to him Alisaie. She consoled him and helped him get back on the right path, alas it was all for naught.

For now here he lay exhausted, and broken. The last fight, the last struggle.

A voice called out to him, Demented and seemingly speaking gibberish but Slylarus knew what it was. It was himself that he fused with as a Dark Knight.

You see a Dark Knight doesn't simplify amplify their emotions to the extremes without consequences especially so someone like Slylarus who was the very definition of Light and Goodness.

So when all the emotion gushed out of him it created a second persona, a more darker, colder and uncaring version. Always looking for a slaughter, a fight, a way to protect in his own twisted way.

The voice spoke, "Weary wanderer… No fight left to fight! Heh heh heh… No life left to live…"

Gritting his teeth Slylarus clenched his fist intending to lash out but cracks formed around him opening a hole seeming like the void, finally welcoming him to deaths embrace.

The alter ego seeing this rasped out , "Ho it comes! The end—Your end!"

Finding energy and standing up, leaning on his great sword he breathed deeply and stared at the hole, feeling the coldness on his bones creeping up. Consuming him.

His great sword glowed an eerie dark and purple, his unstable emotions amplified by the death of his friends granting him strength like never before.

Putting both hands on the hilt he lifted his sword up above his head.

Knowing what he was attempting to do the raspy voice called out once more, "Fool. Who ere you? No one. Nothing."

Slylarus replied, "Aye my friend, I am no one, I am nothing, losing my friends I lost myself and what I stood for. Nay, I shall defy my fate like all the times before, I shall not and will not accept dying like this. To hells with this god forsaken star and to hells to everyone else!"

Shouting louder and louder towards the end of his sentence his cut down in front of him sending out a purple and black energy like never before. It consumed everything around him and created a perfect line from the sky to the ground like it was splitting the star in half.

Grunting he kneeled down on his sword and watched as it unfolded. The attack leaving a perfect line and everything return to perfect calm.

But the next second the line exploded in a flash of powers and sent a shockwave destroying the dead sun and opening a gargantuan hole similar to a black hole.

Releasing his held breathe Slylarus closed his eyes and embraced the coming darkness knowing he completed his mission and that there truly is no night left to fight.

But even as his eyes closed and welcoming the doom he could still….feel himself for lack of a better word.

Opening his violet eyes he looked around surrounded by nothingness with blinking stars, he was confused but angry. Angry that he was still alive.

He was currently falling towards one of said stars at an alarming rate.

"Hey you still with me?" Slylarus whispered out with a tired voice.

"…." There was no reply.

"God dammit it all, here I am again, another star another doomed world waiting for a hero. Only this time I'm truly alone"

As he entered the star at a speed most would be disintegrated he closed his eyes due to a blinding flash and finally time felt the wind around him.

Bracing for impact he fell and landed in the dessert but due to just having a fight, loosing his friends and loved ones and literally destroying a dead sun he succumbed to his exhaustion and passed out.

But not before creating a commotion. You see splitting realities is not something done without creating a commotion, so the energy used to destroy said sun and reality followed Slylarus here and nearly shattered the very star he landed on.

The reason it still existing being to several entities on the star preventing it and holding it together.

Our passed out hero unaware of his future woes to come was visited upon by a woman in a skin tight consume covering her upper half and a skirt on her lower half.

Looking at the source of the meteor like object that fell out of the sky she came upon a hole going miles deep. Furrowing her brown she flew in hoping to identify the foreign object.

Seeing a clump of metal and what seems to be a sword she carefully grabbed both and flew out dropping both objects onto the sand beneath her.

But to her surprise the clump of metal was in fact a man in armour.

Getting a closer look at him she inspected him up and down.

The very first thing she noticed was the ears upon his head they resembled a bunnies, looking further down she came upon his hair which was the same colour of his ears, a very dark shade of pink resembling a red, his skin deathly pale. His nose the perfect shape, his jaw sharp and defined.

But before she could look further her attention was instantly drawn to his armour and the weapon she brought with her.

A tight fitting black chest plate made of unknown metals with worn robes covering the back and front a glowing emblem at the front. Gauntlets that went up to his elbows with spikes and barbs twisting at every turn. The upper legs covered up by armour of the same kind a dark metal with twisted spikes.

The mystery woman was certainly impressed with the armour and wanted to take a closer look at his great sword but before she could Slylarus violet eyes shot open hand already on hilt.

Looking around himself his eyes drifted towards the girl opposite him floating in the air and the ridiculous outfit she had on, "An ascian?" He whispered to himself.

"Huh what?"

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And that's all folks :D

Who is this mysterious girl you ask? Well if my lacklustre description wasn't enough then shame on you. You'll find out next chapter

But seriously I don't know much about DC so Gimmie some tips.

Oh yeah if you are not smart this is my character in the game Final Fantasy 14. A dark night male Vierra.