Oh Heaven and Hell 10 : Silver and Shadow

*** Okay Okay, due to all the requests for more, I Decided to make one last post to the public. Chapter 10. Enjoy, and let me know if it quenches the thirst for more... until the book is ready. lol, anyway, have fun and tell me what you think. Blessed be.

We all wish to be good people, deep down, the majority of us only want to help those around us. Unfortunately, there are those to slowly seep into our lives and leach the very blood in our veins until there is nothing left. Open your doors to people of this nature, and you find yourself being shoved out the door. Your property is destroyed, stolen or amiss. Your power over your own household is overwritten. And you find yourself imagining horrid thoughts with what to do with these people. They are friends and family you love, but enough is enough, you need them to leave, but you cant make yourself force them out on the street. Its an everyday paradox that you just find yourself trapped with. Maybe with the blood is dry, the ticks will fall off, but what will be left, and empty shell of what was?

"Why can't he want me, Why doesn't he choose me?" was screamed out right before the chair was thrown into the wall on the other side of the room. "Why does he want to be with the little pissy-assed bitch!" Jason shouted.
He cursed and mumbled under his breath as he paced in circles around his now in shambles apartment. All he could think about was Dazen and his new boy-toy. What did that little prick have that he didn't have? "Aren't I hot? Don't I have a nice fuckable ass?! What the hell does he see in the lil' cunt!?!" he screamed again, now throwing the coffeetable in the same spot the chair collited with minutes before.

He rushed towards the now cracking wall, and began to punch and pummel the shattering plaster. Tears streamed down his blushing face and his blood shout eyes were now sqeezed shut. The memory from almost two weeks ago replaying in a loop behind his eyelids. The scene of Dazen so enthralled by that fucker infuriated Jason even more. “Why doesn’t he want to be with me?!” Jason shouted before collapsing on the floor at the bottom of the cracking wall.
“You can, you know.” A soft spoken voice came from no where.
“Who is it, who’s there?” Jason shout, weak from his prior tantrom, but still ready to fight.
“You can have him, if you really want him.” The voice suavly called again.
“What are you going on about? I’m telling you right now, if you are a robber, this fag’s gonna’ kick your ass!”

“I never go where im not welcome, and I’m here to help.” I man came into Jason’s vision as though he was standing right behind him, impossible though considering that Jason was still backed up against the wall. Jason studied this eccentric person who now stood before him. A tall, slender, ebony gentleman, wearing a bright emerald suit, with a black dress shirt and polished black shoes, completled by a tied of the same color as the suit. Strange? It seemed even his eyes were the same green aswell. The stranger flashed a perfectly white smile, but with mischief in his stare he softly said, "Just say it, what do you want? Tell me what you desire." Jason seemed entraced by the stranger, hypnotized he lowered his fists.......

The Veil drifted back and forth. I was just standing there, deciding what I need to do. I needed my Dawn, he was my everything. I stretched my hand out, and opened the Veil like a curtain dividing two rooms. The bright twilight sun, was right before me, and the breeze felt fantastic on my flesh. I looked around me to make sure no mortal saw me exit the Veil. No one was around, but there was a strange feeling in the air.
Before I could make out what it was, an arrow struck and buried its finely honed head into my right shoulder. I heard the second one, and narrowly missed it. Where were they coming from? I grabbed the stem of the arrow, and tried to pull it out, but it burned. Never had I felt such a burning pain. I gripped the arrow, and tried to pull it out, fighting the scorching sensation.

“So this is the Great Dazengoth.” I voice echoed through the tree tops surrounding me. Hearing my name caused my body to tense under the weight of its calling. I scanned the near autumn leaves searching for the archer. “Come now Dazen, I was expecting you to be more of a challenge, I have been waiting here damn near an hour for you and your friend to part, and for you to cross the Veil. And now, you put up less of a fight than a damn guilden, Pathetic.”

“I will show you pathetic, show your face, or be a coward yourself?”
“I am no coward,” The voice yelled annoyed. From the yellow-green treetops, a shinning figure leaped out of the canapy an into the open area. There before me, kneeling from his great leap from the trees mighty arms, a marvilous being, everything about him shined and reflected the aflame sunset like a mirror. “Meet the one who will be the ending of your exsistance Dazen. I am Quicksilver."

“Oh, the great Quicksilver,” I smirked sarcastically, trying to provoke his temper. Though, I must admit, I was very impressed. As he stood before me, about ten yards away, he almost didn’t seem real. He was a little over six feet tall, long near-white blonde hair, and shinning white eyes, like that depicted in statues of Greek gods. His mirroring robes, like polished silver, moved against his body like water, rippling in a strong breeze. He was a spectacular sight, his cloak draped around him as he stood up from his leap down, enveloping him like gargoyles wings. “You seem to me vain. No, maybe no coward, but you do carry to much fanfare, great hunter.” I could almost see the proverbial vein pulsating from the annoyance.

“You are trying to provoke me, demon, but it matters not, I will bury my sword in you chest before the sun fades into night.” He smiled, as he produce a silver bow from inside his cloak, it appeared is if from an unseen pocket.

“For someone who thinks himself my death-dealer, you carry no arrows.” I looked around, wondering if he was going to pull them from another invisible space. But I was sadly mistaken, right as I spoke, Quicksilver combed his fingers through his hair as if to brush away a stray strands, or even to look disconnected from my hassling remarks, but to my revelation, he jerked his hand, with strands of his white hair, and the hairs thickened, and became rigid, he made his own arrows! What creature is this? He took one, aiming carefully, I had to snap out of it, he is but my challenger, and I will have my fun yet. He began to fire his silver arrows, on my guard now, I dodged them easily. He was impressive yet, He aimed and shot with a speed no mortal could match. If I wasn’t as limper and quick as I was, I would have surly felt another sting of his bow. While in the gymnastic dance of my cartwheels, handstands, and dare I say ‘matrix like’ maneuvers, I finally removed the one lodged in my shoulder. Afterwards, I was having severe difficulty healing it, it still burned.

I tried to get closer to him and deal an offensive strike of some sort, but his shots where too finely tuned to allow me any closer than a few yards. Finally, we both drew the same conclusion, this is getting us nowhere. “I underestimated your speed,”
“Likewise, you are talented with that bow.”
“Thank you, not many of my prey have lived long enough to admire it. You are an exceptional foe.” He smiled, reseeding his bow back into his cloak as if he were tossing it into a hidden room. “My archery is for the most part, for the quick kill. But you, my friend, are going to be a challenge.”
“Damn you.” I laughed, “You are enjoying this are you not.” I couldn’t help but chuckle.

“Aren’t you?” He smiled back. I dropped the guise and showed my true form, wings outstretched their entire length in the open air. I seldom held the feeling of that, their being so large that is. “Magnificent…” he whispered softly. I looked down at myself, my appearance had changed slightly I noticed. My once pewter colored scales and flesh where now a glossy platinum silver. And my wings, My Creator, my wing had changed, long, black, silky feathers grew along the fingers and webbing, but not enough to hide the bat like structure that held them. “You are indeed, a marvelous catch, not like my other hunts.”
“If we are going to fight, I suggest we hold nothing back.”
“I agree, no restraints.”
“But what of mortals, we could easily get caught. May I suggest a barrier, I can set on up…”

“No need, I created one earlier with these,” holding out a single hand, he twisted his fingers to snap them, the pitched clap echoed but now, between his just snapped fingers, a silver disc was there. Almost like a Compact disc, but solid, thinner, and a bit larger, shinning like a mirror, like him. Just there between his first and middle finger, he held like it like a playing card. He flicked it like a tiny freebie, or a ninja throwing star, and it vanished. I didn’t even see it leave his fingers, but it wasn’t in sight anymore.

That’s when I heard a buzzing. No, not a buzz, almost like a whistle, faint, like a very high pitched whine. Then the first strike, it passed my left, upper arm. A tiny slit, and my liquid fire oozed out slightly, turning pitch black as soon as it touched the open air. Then the second, the whine was heard first, then a slice right across my cheek. It was like a razor was in the air, randomly slashing its sharp end into my flesh. Never had I been cut so simply, and rarely do I see the blackening stains like the ones on my arm and check. “Don’t you like them, they are my favorites to use, so quiet, but so efficient. My discs stay hidden from sight, cutting through even the light and the air.”

Again, I could hear the whine, this time I narrowly avoided its touch, as it whirled right by my waist and torso. I began listening closer to the whining in the air. Right as it began to get louder, closer to my person; I, in one motion, bent down quickly touched the ground, grabbed the shadow I cast from the twilight sun, and while raising up, resurrected a shadow-veil shield to try to block the blade's attack. I found my attempt to block the sharp tip, was somewhat useless. It glided through the shield like a red hot knife through melting butter. I narrowly avoided another cut to my right arm this time. But I was learning about Quicksilver's device, besides what he was thinking.

The whirling came closer again, yet this time, I constructed a much thicker shield, over a foot thick. When the circular blade penetrated the thick barrier, it swam through it for a split second before piercing the shield and bouncing off its gentle curve and disappearing into the open air.

I had him, I learned enough to stop this annoying blade. Expanding the shadow shield, surrounding me, a three foot thick walled dome. Giving me a good amount of room to move and maneuver inside. “You think you're safe in there?” Quicksilver shouted, smacking his right fist into an open left hand. The spinning disk infiltrated the wall, I felt it like a spider senses a fly in his web. Instantly, I clapped my hands together, pointing them at the disk spinning in the shaded haze of the shield wall. The Shadow collapsing around the disk, condensing into a small sphere. The more in condensed, the slower it span until it was barely turning at in the syrup like apparition of the sphere.

“Congratulation, you actually stopped my blade. The very first to do so, I might add.” Quicksilver said, applauding my success at over coming his obstruction. “But I sorry to tell you, it wont happen again...” His face grew cold, outstretching his right hand again, and snapped his fingers.

Suddenly, all around both of us, these disks shining of silver, hundreds of them... no thousands of them, spinning around us like a monstrous swam of insects. Even the one wedged in my sphere trap, shattered its cage and joined the fold. My creator, how am I going to get through this?
“Nexus, Allow me to use your power?” I shouted, Nexus quickly slithered from the dark shadows, ruby eyes burning bright.

“My powers-s-s are your to command mas-s-ster.” he hissed as he slide up my body and draped himself around my shoulders. Evidently whatever happened to my own appearance, had also altered Nexus' physical form. He had an even more glassed vision, his eyes burned with a new fire, even his scales shined with a silver hue. What has happened to us?
Another circular disk whined pasted us while I was distracted. “Are you finished daydreaming?” Quicksilver asked.
“We will figure it out later Mas-s-ster.” Nexus hissed, flicking his tongue, oh course our thoughts where within the others grasp.

“Agreed, what would you recommend?” asking my dear familiar, he seemed to process our surroundings quickly, with our minds linked like they were, he could read my memories and we could easily plan in secret what the best action to do.
“We can't Mimic, and blocking each individually is futile, Pearl?” he whispered mentally.
“No harm to try.” returning the whisper.
“Enough Waiting!” Quicksilver shouted, jetting his shimmering clothed arms downward, crossing them. The silver blade disks began to move as one, flowing like a gigantic swarm of insects, or like a airborne wave of water. We dodged the first landfall slice the wave of silver took. Nexus,using my right arm like a runway, sprang from my arm,and sprouted his large dark feathered wings. He flew high into the air, almost unseen in the sun's rays.

Quicksilver watched him like a hawk, “Your pet is not leaving to fetch help.” An appendage came forth from the silver wave and tried to surround Nexus, but right as it almost had him, Nexus phased out of sight. Quicksilver, caught off guard, turned to look at me puzzled, was shocked to see he fell for a simply distraction. Looking at me, he found I had already completed a ritual of hand-signs and gestures. Feet planted firmly on the ground, right arm stretched out and my wings curled around me, fashioning me into and living satellite dish. I was about to call forth a strong power I held in my possession.

“Dark Pearl!” I shouted, the echo resounded throughout both the forest, and the veil. Stretching out my hand, claw like and sharp, the talons glossy black and silver shining in the light. I could see the dark ribbons snaking their way to my hand. Quicksilver stood, frozen to the sight of my action. The shadows, haze, and near darkness, was meeting in the palm of my clawed, outstretched arm. A marble sized orb was born from the shadow,it grew, absorbing the shadow ribbons like a whirlpool. “I'd try to run, no stopping it now,” I softly said, rechecking my stance, if I wasn't careful, I too would be injured from the blast.

His frowning face didn't even flinch, “Arrogance.” he spat, raising his hand and snapped him fingers once again. The wave/swarm of silver blades began to hurl itself towards me in attack, yet even I could have told him that was a stupid move.
'Dark Pearl' is a power the calls, collects, and concentrates the shadows and darkness around me. Besides it's very small size, its very potent, so strong it even wraps thee gravity around it and myself. There are few (non-angelic) powers that can either deflect, or out power it. Most of which I practice.

The wave came down on me, but the gravity the Dark Pearl was just too much. It was caught up it the collecting whirlpool and thrown aside, and scattering the disks. I almost saw Quicksilver's mouth opened at the sight of it. He raised his hands, assembling both his stature and the silver blades, the blades gathered into the wave again. He again flung his arms but separately, not as one this time, the wave split into five separate worm-like waves. They all came towards me again, like twisted fangs, aiming for a kill. Again, the gravity of the Dark Pearl caught them up again, this time, scattering them more efficiently, even forcing some into the ground wedging them.

Quicksilver drew his bow from the hidden space in his cloak, firing arrow after arrow like some high powered gun. These, also, found themselves thrust into the ground. Quicksilver, was about to grab something else from his cloak, but Nexus fell back into reality and entwined himself around Quicksilver, holding him tightly. “You had your chanc-c-ce to es-s-scape.” he hissed, his tongue tickling Quicksilver's ear.

It only takes a few moments to gather all I need to release a massive amount of energy to do harm. I held my stance for a little over a minute while he tried to fight, his attempts to defer my attack all fell into the ground. Now that Nexus held him tight, knowing he could phase and avoid the blast, I released the tiny orb. Released though, it was no longer an orb, but a beam of energy, straight, narrow, needle like. I aimed perfectly, I didn't aim for him, I'd kill him and I didn't want that. I aimed right in the space between his left shoulder and head. The blast was strong enough to knock him out and let him know... next time I wouldn't miss.

Nexus phased, but right when the energy would have exploded around him, I heard him cry on single word,”REFLECT!”
The beam bent ever so slightly away from him, and faded into the sky. The residue energy left over faded more slowly, but he still stood there, my Creator, He Still Stood. He was really breathless, his cloak no longer wrapped around his shoulders, maybe blown off by the blast. His left arm extended and from his hand an extremely large glowing silver disk, like his others, but larger than even he. “That...was close... You... almost got...” He breathed heavily, the glowing disk withered and returned to normal, he ha used his cloak, it was the large disk. It returned to its limber fluid form as he placed it back on his broad shoulders. Regaining his composure, he dusted cloak and robes, and just looked at me, almost cockily. “Good show, you almost had me.” his breath still a bit heavy.

“I didn't miss by accident.” I said calmly, my breathing too returning to normal.
“I'd say not,” he smirked, but it quickly changed to a frown, “I shall not drop my guard again.” His hand clinched into a fist, “Now you are mine!” In his fist, a sword solidified and he lunged towards me.

“Is that what you want?” The young, ebony, stallion grinned, his eyes glaring at Jason, unblinking as he waited for Jason's answer.
“I want Dazen, I want him to fuck me. I want him to take me, to keep me in bed like he did that slut and fuck me for days. I want him to only want me, and to never have that blond skank never him again!” He shouted loudly at the end. He had not idea what he was asking for.
“Is that what you want?” He repeated slower, placing grave emphasis on want. His eyes quiet literally began to radiant their emerald green glow, his grin ever widening. Jason almost had the feeling he was looking in the face of the Chester(Alice and wonderland) Cat, but for some reason, just didn't register what he was seeing.

“Yes,” He tried to say, but it just came out like a shouted whisper. No sooner did Jason spit out the word, did it sound like all hell broke lose. The sky turned instantly dark, thunder clapped and lighting flashed. The man in the emerald suit had disappeared with the flash, but Jason could still hear his wicked laugh echo.

Jason's eyelids grew heavy as the wicked laughing continued, his head began to swim, Jason fought to get to his bedroom. Stumbling like a drunk, he tripped over spluttered and broken furniture, and finally made his way to the bed before finally passing out.

I didn't know what else to do, Quicksilver was ruthless. The more I tried to block and defend myself the more harm I caused myself. “Is this all you have?” he shouted swinging the silver sword wildly at me.

With every swing of his sword, I struggled and fought to block his strike, but unlike a mortal weapon, Quicksilver's sword was not worldly metal. The bite of the blade cut deep past my normally impenetrable scaled skin, causing the liquid fire from my veins to turn black in the open air. He didn't leave me enough time to summon any magic or power strong enough to defend myself, not without killing one of us anyway. Plus, between the constant striking and the attributes of the sword disrupted my ability to summon my Pawns or Masters. No spells, no minions, and barely time it erect a feeble excuse for a barrier. I tried to phase into the shadows, but he thrust his sword through my wing and into the brown earth, I grit my teeth in pain. I kicked him off with my taloned feet, he landed several paces away, but before I could finish pulling his weapon out of my flesh, the medal burning the skin of both my wing and hand. “Tell me,” he asked, as he retook his sword and we again began to punch, kick, and swing our weapons. “How is it you are able to block my blade? No demon has even been able to block the power of heavenly quicksilver.”

Then I received a lucky break, Nexus' scythe caught Quicksilver's robe and cut it ever so slightly, but you wouldn't know it judging from His reaction to it. He jumped back and grabbed the cut clothe like his own wound. His eye's flared with anger, and lunged at me again, a second sword solidified in his other hand. Nexus and I mentally said at the same time, 'Divided.'

In a burning blue and black fire, Nexus' body was consumed in it, transforming him into a shimmering, black glassy sword, but from the hilt a chain composed of the same glassy material, smooth and polished, connecting to a snake head. Like Nexus' scythe shape, it was in the form of his head with a handle the base of which, connected to the glassy chain. His cobra head, hooded, with small, razor-like spikes lining the hood. From his wide open mouth, like the dual scythe blades, two curved fang blades projected from his mouth, the length of which where about a foot and a half long. The sword was well over four feet, a little more than that if you didn't consider the hilt.

Quicksilver had sprung back when Nexus transmuted in the flame, his instinct protecting him. I began swinging the head-mace/sickle in a rapidly increasing speed, spinning it with the thin chain using my right hand. Grasping the sword in my left hand, I giving it a full circle swing to ever twenty or so rotations of the head.

The fight the resumed, the mace head flew around our heads with a mind of its own, He and I, crossing swords with such ferocity that spark sprayed every time we clashed. Nexus' was an acting extension of my own hands. The sword moved with such easy, and his mace/sickle/Head was swift in the air around us, defending me from blind strikes ad trying to bind him up. His weapons though, had the advantage of shape-shifting to, one moment he held two swords attacking me, the next they were a shield and battle ax. Yet somehow we were still deadlocked, neither one of us seemed to be gaining firm ground. I remembered the cut robe, but how could I us that to my vantage. He wouldn't let me cast any defense, I doubt I could even cast a... that it. A 'quick-trick,' a small spell, damn near harmless in every way, but awfully annoying. It could buy enough time to gain the moment I needed, maybe enough to cast a stronger attack, without killing the bastard anyway.

We spared for a few more minutes until I found the perfect time to cast it, he struck hard with his sword again, I jumped back about ten feet and when he raised his sword to strike level with me, I jumped again, straight at him, but my body horizontal, and parallel to his swing. In this 'superman' pose, my right hand outstretched before me, wings half open helping me stay afloat in the air, I opened my fist into a bowl shape and shouted “Blackout!” My hand was an inch from his face, and a thick black cloud of darkness surrounded his entire head, like cotton candy, he was so caught off guard he tripped over his own feet and almost fell to his knees.

He fought with the thick fluffy plume of opaque fog, clawing at it, it was so easy to rid himself for such inconvenience. 'Blackout' is nothing more than a thick, dark cloud, a simple spell with a simple remedy, light. But apparently he didn't realize it at first, and fought physically to pull the substance off, it already fading fast in the bright twilight sun.

I took a second to enjoy his hilarious attempt to pull the cloud off, but without wasting too much time, I began casting a harsher attack. In four gestures of my hands, it was ready, it was like a countdown; One) hands flat out, legs firm together; Two) arms still out, but flat, hands raise vertical, seven walls of darkness raise with them. Six forming a hexagon trap around my opponent, and one formed in front of me, curved, to protect myself from the repercussion. By the time I did motion Three, Quicksilver pulled the last of the dark fog from his face, his eyes grew wide. Three) My hands grasped tight into fists, the six narrow walls forming the hexagon chamber cracked, the cracks webbing and creeping into every inch of the surface of the walls. It was too late for Quicksilver, and the Fourth motion was done, my hands wide open, fingers wide, “Splinter.” I nearly whispered. The cracked walls shattered, the walls no more, but thousand of shimmering shards glistened in the setting sun, frozen in the air. The shards instantaneously began to spin and twist around him, a vortex of dark purple glass splinters.

From the Fog to the Splinters, only seconds have past, but after the vortex of shards, Quicksilver began to cry out in pain. I stopped the vortex, glassy splinters dropped to the ground and then dissolved into the light. I knew the attack would not have killed him, but cut his flesh and clothing. He fell to his knees, and doubled over, his silver robe cut into slivers and rags. Quicksilver crossed his arms across his chest, hand over elbows. His face and exposed skin, was cut, shallowly, but I aimed mostly for his robes and cloak.
He is obviously hurt, tears in his pearly eyes, and the sight struck sympathy in me. “I didn't think it would inflict that much pain.”

“Pain is temporary.” he said plainly, stood up roughly, and opened his arms. He raised them head height, and lowered them slowly. The silver clothe liquefied, repaired the cuts, slits, and rips, then solidified as though it were brand new. I was in total disbelief, what just happened?

When he was finished, his robes and cloak were perfect, and even most of his wounds were healed. “Yes, that did hurt like Hell! But you didn't kill me, you held back.” He said, another silver sword solidified in his right hand. “To thank you, I will make this fast.” The sword raised high, he swung it down with a thud.