Okay here is the story sorry that it is a bit long, I do not know how to right short.
First a little back ground. Origionally there was a single being created near the beginning of existence that was the exact incarnation of Irony. It had the ability to alter the course of reality as it wished and it could not be tracked by god so it could have an opinion that he would not already know. This being was the Jester in God's court. One day it dissapeared, since the creator could not find it he created three new ones to replace him, but these were purposefully made imperfect. There was one that was centralled around anger, one that centered around sadness, and the other happiness. They were sealed away in a safe place while the war began and they were to stay there, but they tried to escape using their power by drawing the other worlds into theirs, unfortunately doing this would also unravel existence. So to prevent this from happening one of them had to be erased. One fell into madness, the other lost their emotion. While this was going on the origional one escaped and joined with one shared his humor. The Origional and the one he was with met the one who had lost their emotion and became friends. The one who fell to madness attempted to bring back the erased one through his own power, but in the result erased his other friend. The jester of anger having lost everything, vowed revenge on their creator and joined the side of his enemies. The origional jester now travels existence to find revenge on the enemy of god who imprisoned him, and destroy the seeds of chaos he plants, while his partner tries tofind a way to bring back the two that were lost.
Now onto the not so short story.
It was raining. It was already well into the night and the street lamps cast deep shadows between the multi story buildings that they stood in front of. There was a teenage boy sitting in the middle of the side walk staring into the sky. He was wearing a dark grey jacket with it‘s hood pulled over his head, a dark red t-shirt, black and white fingerless gloves, black and white sneakers, and blue jeans. Despite the streets being soaked and plagued with puddles he was completely dry along with the concrete he was sitting on.
“It’s been a while since we’ve been to an actually city hasn’t it.” He spoke to himself.
“Indeed.” A voice resonated inside of his head, “It’s been a long time since you’ve interacted with a city around this time period of development. I believe that this is around the eighteen nineties New York by your standards.”
“I would have said early nineteen hundreds, but fair enough.” The teenager said. “So where is the stone this time. I can only tell that it’s to the southeast of here but that’s about it I can’t figure out it’s location closer than a couple miles.”
“Neither can I” The voice resonated again, “It appears that there is a strong spirit guarding it’s presence.”
“Well isn’t that just great,” He said leaning against the buildings, “Well who cares, at least we get to enjoy the rain for a bit.”
“I wouldn’t be sure of that.” The voice resonated once more before fading away into laughter.
A couple blocks away several screams tore through the silence of the city.
“Ah just great.” He lifted himself from the ground and disappeared. An instant later he was standing at a street corner three blocks away looking at a slightly annoying scene. A three person family was cowering in front of one of the stores while they were being harassed by a group of six monsters roughly seven feet tall and four feet wide that had brown skin with stray black hairs spread across it. The Monster’s were being lead by a bald man wearing a pin stripe suit and fedora. The father of the family was handing him his wallet with a disheartened and sad look.
“Hey, excuse me sir.” The teenager walked into the middle of the side walk and leaned against the wall. “Would you mind giving the nice family back their belongings. We wouldn’t want anyone to get hurt.”
The bald man’s head turned towards him slightly surprised before he smirked and laughed. “Whatever kid, get him” He absent mindedly sent one of his monsters towards him with a wave of his hand.
The monster started slowly lumbering towards the boy with it’s arms outstretched, a menacing pose meant to scare people away instead of catch them.
The boy smirked, “Oh well, this way is a lot easier than negotiation anyway.” The boy reached out his left hand and a black wave of flames shot out of it encompassing the monster. Bit’s and pieces of it started to dissolve and disappear. Within a second it collapsed into a pile of dust.
“What the hell! Kill the freak!” The man Turned his attention away from the family and sent all of his monsters In my direction.”
“Don’t curse.” The boy leaped forward and spun in midair before delivering a kick with his right leg to the leading monster’s torso. The second it connected a small explosion set of behind his leg creating a shockwave that lifted the monster off of the ground and sent it flying into the wall on the opposite side of the street and plowing through the bricks and mortar. Using the momentum gained from the kick he flipped forward and planted his right hand firmly on the monsters shoulder and an ark of white fire flowed out of his hand and enveloped the monster. An instant later it was incased in a white crystalline structure unable to move. Out of the corner of his eye the boy saw a large muscular hand swinging towards him. Immediately a black flame shot out of his left foot destroying the air in a set area and creating a funnel around the monsters arm. The boy was then sucked into it narrowly avoiding the monster’s attack. It continued until it made contact with the ground tearing apart the concrete sidewalk and creating a huge crater.
“Huh, these things are more powerful than they look.” The boy grabbed onto the monster’s arm and swept his left leg across it’s chest. The monster leaned back stopping most of the damage but the flames of destruction cut open a huge gash across it’s chest. Unfortunately the monster wasn’t phased in the slightest and took this chance to grab him by his jacket and slung him into the city buildings.
“Well this sucks.” The boy thought. An instant later he destabilized his molecules slightly and phased through the buildings with ought any major damage. But it still felt like being shocked with a few thousand volts of electricity. He flowed out of the monsters hand and stabilized himself. The forward momentum was carrying him towards two other monsters that were already swinging towards him. “I need to end this before we cause any more damage to the city.” the boy s aid calmly. He held out his right arm and began creating carbon molecules and arranged them into several layers of cubic structures creating a paper thin layer of crystal that covered his arm, creating a small blade that extended about two feet out of the tips of his fingers. He turned in Midair and brought his arm down across the monsters, setting of a small explosion of energy for extra momentum. The blade moved effortlessly through the monsters, and the resulting shockwave blew their bodies apart, and formed a gash along the buildings to their immediate left. The boy landed on the ground and turned to face the remaining monster who had taken up a boxer’s stance. The boy rushed forward swung the blade aiming for the monsters midsection, but it dodged back and countered with a right hook simultaneously striking out with it’s left leg. The boy grabbed onto a space of thin air and spun himself, narrowly dodging it. He used the extra momentum from spin to deliver a kick to the monsters left side. The monster braced itself and blocked the attack with it’s forearm. The resulting backlash sent both of them sliding a few yards away from each other leaving the monster with a scorched arm but it was otherwise no worse for wear.
“That’s a bit off,. You wouldn’t think that something like that has enough intelligence to learn a fighting style. Oh, well I wanted to hold back to stop the human’s from getting hurt,” When he said this he glanced over at a space that was completely untouched inside of the destruction that had been caused by the run off from the fight, the family was sitting there with a look of absolute terror on their faces, “But if this goes on any longer they may end up in danger anyway.”
After saying this the boys eyes lost focus and the pressure in the surrounding area seemed to increase as flows of energy began to ark across his body. A thin outline of a sword began to appear in his hand and he raised his arm above his shoulder.
“You still have too much to learn fool.” The voice echoed, “This one has a spirit trapped within it. It’s using the souls experience to fight.”
“What?” The Tension immediately disappeared as his eyes refocused, “If that’s the case.” The boy changed his stance drawing his right arm back and dropping his defense. The monster saw this and took it as a chance to attack and began charging towards him. Before it had moved two steps the boy suddenly appeared in front of him and thrust his hand into the monster’s chest slightly to the right of where the heart would be. They both stood still for several seconds before the boy thrust his left hand forward and used it as leverage to pull his other hand out of the monsters chest. He pulled out a large bluish green sphere attached to several strings of energy that slowly snapped off as he pulled. As soon as the last string snapped the monster crumbled into dust, leaving the sphere which was now enveloped in a green flame. The boy turned his hand and space seemed to curve slightly like a trap door in a cheesy mystery movie and the sphere disappeared.
“Requiescat in pace, mi amici.” the boy looked around at the carnage and began counting on his fingers. “One, two three four, five…where is baldy and the sixth one.” The boy scanned the area and saw a small figure leaping across the sky scrapers about a mile and half away. “Darn it, I don’t have enough time to catch up to him without risking being detected. He looked back at the family and noticed that their child was clutching a small toy gun made out of wood. He kneeled down on one leg and reached his arm towards them opening his palm. “Sorry, but can I borrow your toy for a second.” The child nodded and dropped the toy gun in his hand. As soon as it touched his palm it began to flow with white flames and change shape. The boy quickly turned around and took aim at the quickly disappearing figure with the toy gun, which had by now changed into a large shot gun made out of white and gold material that was patterned in intricate flowing shapes. He pulled the trigger, and a large blast of spiraling energy a exploded out of the barrel and shot towards the monster tearing apart the roofs of buildings as it went. In about two seconds it had already caught up and collided with the monster decimating it, before it continued on into the atmosphere.
“I still haven’t learned to hold back when it comes to these things have I.” The boy said dropping the gun back into the hands of the child. It returned to it’s original state in mid fall.
“No you haven’t,” The voice echoed, “but it doesn’t matter anyway. Their leader disappeared near the start of the fight, the monster was just a decoy.”
“True, but now I won’t have to worry about clean at least, and now we have a trail to follow to the anomaly.” The boy said with a smirk.
“Are you guy’s alright.” The boy turned around and saw the family was huddled in a corner trying to inch themselves away from him.
“Stay away from us please!” The father of the family said with an odd mixture of fear and determination. He had threw his wallet towards him and said, “Here is all of the money I have, you can take it but please go away.”
The boy’s smirk disappeared and was immediately replaced with an emotionless expression as he turned to leave and follow the trail that the mugger had left behind.
“Thank you for saving us sir.” The child said, but was immediately quieted by his mother an instant later.
The boy smirked again and spun back towards the family theatrically and took an extravagant bow. “The name is Michael T. Black, glad to have been of service.” Materialized a large chunk of gold and dropped it in front of them before disappearing.
“Boss, Boss!” The bald man burst through the twin doors of an extravagant room full of furnishings and a long red shag carpet. “We have a situation here!”
“Guido why have you suddenly burst into my office like this.” A large man in a kaki colored suit said. He was sitting at the opposite side of the room on a large chair surrounded by lavish sculptures. “What excuse could you possibly have that would warrant your behavior.”
“I’m sorry boss, but we’ve got trouble.” The man said with a worried and fearful expression, “I was attacked by some sort of freak while I was patrolling the area like you’d asked, he took out all of your monsters like they was nothing, I barely made it out of there alive.”
“So what your saying is.” A voice said from a behind a curtain in the corner of the room. “Is that you wasted our precious soldiers, fighting some sort of misfit and you were incompetent enough to loose even though you outnumbered him seven to one.” A teenager in a black suit with a red velvet dress shirt and hair that stood a foot above his scalp in rows of spikes stepped out of the shadows., “Oh, and let’s not forget that you were stupid enough to run back here leaving a trail that he could follow strait to our base.” When he said this his eyes flashed red and an feeling of unease swept across the room.
“This is true.” The mob boss said, “Guido this is the last time that you will disgrace this family. Boys take him away.”
Two monsters emerged from secret corridors built into the walls and grabbed the bald man by his arms before dragging him off.
“Wait!! Please don’t do this. Nooooo…..”
“Now that he’s gone, what are we going to do about this so called freak.” The boss said indifferently.
“Don’t worry sir,” The teenager said as his eyes flashed red again, “I’ll take care of him myself.”
As a scream echoed throughout the port a teenager was leaning back against the side of a buildings roof plucking the strings of a white guitar while staring up at the sky, “Ouch, I wouldn’t want to be that guy right now.”
“True,” A voice echoed inside of his head, “Now let’s go before any more fatalities occur.”
“Got it.” The guitar disappeared fading away into mist and the boy slung himself over the side of the building and phased out of existence just enough for light to pass through his body with ought resistance. He braced against the wall and jumped towards the next building, phasing through the wall and grabbing onto the rafters. He looked below him and saw that the building was full of monsters that were patrolling the area.
“We don’t have any time to stop and look, now go!” The voice said. The boy swung himself forward and phased through the other wall of the warehouse and made rolled across the ground to break his fall. He immediately stood up and braced his back against the next building before phasing through.
“This seems to be where most of the energy is coming form but, I don’t see any stones.” The boy looked around the ware house which was completely pitch black.
“Good day Mi’Chael.” A voice said from the darkness.
“Good day Rhiolo” The boy said turning to his left. A few yards away was the suit wearing teenager, he was standing in a small light that did not seem to have any source.
“I see that you found your way here quiet easily, despite my current employer’s feeble attempts.”
“True,” the boy said, “but then again you’re the one that probably lead me here to begin with.”
“True,” The teenager smirked, “It would appear that you are causing quite the dilemma. Destroying all of our hard earned attempts at spreading the seeds of revolution across our existence.”
“Sorry,” the boy said, “But my master doesn’t like it when people try to mess with his creations.”
“Fair enough.” The teenager said shrugging, “I don’t suppose there is any chance of me bringing you over to our side then is there? There’s good food.”
“No.”
“Oh well, I believe that this is what you were looking for.” The teenager snapped his fingers and a large light appeared in the center of the ware house illuminating a giant monstrous brown blob at least thirty feet tall. It had a red and black crystal lodged in it‘s center. It quickly took a humanoid shape and rushed towards Michael. An instant later there were two large gashes made out of black and white energy across it’s chest and the stone was clutched in Michaels hand. The monster destabilized and burst into foul smelling liquid that flowed across the floor of the room before evaporating. The stone in Michael’s hand shimmered as black and white cracks flowed across it before it burst into pieces and faded away.
“Your getting rusty Mi’ Chael,” The Rhiolo said, “It would have only taken me one hit strike.”
“Yeah, but then again you wouldn’t have bothered to leave this building intact.” Michael said as black and white flames encompassed his body and the gloves on his hands transformed into a long blade that stretched across his right forearm, and a large shield with a clawed gauntlet at it’s bottom. A featureless mask flowed across his face with black left side and a white right side.
“True.” Rhiolo laughed and he burst with red energy transforming his hands into black claws as a malicious looking red mask with black marking appeared over his face. It’s eyes were two large slits and there was a horrid fanged smile splayed across it’s bottom
The two began to encircle each other slowly closing the distance between. As they got closer the tension in the air slowly increased until it seemed that reality snapped for a split second. Suddenly copies of Rhiolo Began to branch off from him and rush towards Michael. Immediately copies of Michael began to appear and fight off Rhiolo’s, with arks of black and white fire that tore apart the floor of the ware house and raked the walls with huge gashes in the steel framework. The entire time the two originals never broke eye contact. When they were a foot away from each other the all of the copies suddenly disappeared and suddenly Rhiolo lashed out with his claws carrying a ripple in reality behind them. Michael blocked with his shield and warped behind Rhiolo creating a deep gash in his back. As soon as the blade made contact Rhiolo’s body faded away into sand and a pair of claws suddenly appeared above Michael’s head. He parried with the sword and made a side swipe with his gauntlet, flames of destruction were covering it’s finger tips. Rhilo grabbed onto the blade of the sword and turned himself out of the way barely dodging it before delivering a devastating kick to the back of Michael’s skull. Michael leaned forward stopping the worst of the attack and flipped forward knocking Rhiolo away as he did. The two of the landed a few yards away from each other.
“I still see that you’re still using those pathetic gloves instead of using your actual weapon, eh Mi’ Chael .” The masks smile seemed to widen as the voice suddenly echoed across the building.
“Of course,” Michael’s voice echoed in return. “They were a gift from Rhea.”
As soon as Michael said this Rhiolo seemed to burst with anger and his suit warped into a Jester’s our fit with a red diamond pattern as his muscles seemed to expand in size. The resulting chaos that surrounded him blew apart the roof of the building and several sections of the walls. In an instant he was hovering over Michael striking a relentless blow upon him “Never say her name your worthless worm.”
Michael blocked the attack and receded backwards his jacket changed into a cape which was a replica of the starry sky as his clothes changed into a black and white whirlpool pattern originating at a black and white stone at his chest. His mask warped as well displaying black and white eyes as well as another whirlpool pattern originating at a small black and white checkered stone in the center of his forehead. His body thinned out to a figure that could only be thick enough to support a skeletal structure. His hands and feet were bound with chains to restrict his power. “Are you insane.” Michael yelled. “There are too many humans near hear, your going to kill them all at this rate.
“I don’t care!” Rhiolo began to gather red energy into his claws and prepared for another blow. And Michael began to form a mist of energy that took the form of a large cross and six sided star and readied himself to seal Rhiolo’s power when suddenly the doors of the warehouse burst open and the mob boss arrived with several hundred monsters.
“Stop it right there you freaks!” The mob boss yelled. Immediately both Michael and Rhiolo reverted back into there human forms. “Stop destroying my property!”
“Get out of here! Now!” Michael yelled urgently as he turned to face him. Suddenly he felt Rhiolo grab onto the back of his neck and everything went black.
“Never turn your back on the enemy.” Rhiolo laughed. He let Michael collapse onto the ground, all his energy seemed to be receding back into a small section near his heart. Rhiolo smirked and began to walk out of the building.
“Nice work Rhiolo,” The mob boss said loudly, “It looks like you didn’t need any help after all.” the boss laughed and patted Rhiolo on the back.
“Save it retard.” Rhiolo said, “My master has decided that your not needed anymore. Now I’m going to get out of here before I become erased, and I advise you to do the same, not that it’ll do you any good at this point.”
“What are you talking about you little twer…” the boss started to say but Rhiolo had already disappeared into a rip in the dimensions.
Suddenly the wind from the sea began to slow and then entirely stop blowing, then a loud ringing started, it was similar to the sound your ears make when it’s completely silent. Michaels body suddenly flowed upward and stood in a slumped position.
“What the… Kill him!” The mob boss yelled. The monsters spurred forward at the command of their master and began to advance on Michael. His body cocked it’s head to the side and suddenly gave a maniacal grin, before exploding in a Maelstrom of Light and darkness that that quickly expanded towards the monsters. One turned to glass before shattering into a million pieces and flying into the air. Another turned into a pillar of salt and flowed into the Maelstrom. Yet another suddenly erupted into grass sprouts and was rooted to the spot. The other things that happened were to horrible to describe. The mob boss looked in horror as his entire army was slowly destroyed and he turned to run. Suddenly a large white clawed hand shot out of the Maelstrom and dragged him back in screaming for his life.
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Michael awoke several days later with a sore feeling throughout his entire body. He looked around and saw an entire landscape that didn’t make any sense as far as the eye could see. The buildings had turned into large pillars of gold, silver, diamonds, and other minerals that sprouted out of the ground, holes were dug out in the sky leaving odd patches of color that were stuck in space, the sea had turned into a churning mass of colors and the ground was flat and polished like a mirror. He looked in front of him and saw the mob boss. His entire body had turned into emerald and a look of absolute horror was spread across his face. Suddenly a piece of crystal flew threw the air and struck Michael on the side of the head. He looked in the direction it had come and saw the entire cities population were standing in a circle around him.
“Go away you monster! Get out of our town! Die!” Was the general yell that spread throughout the mob of people. Despite their anger most of them were carrying with them many of the precious minerals that was now the general landscape.
“Thank god they’re all alive.” Michael said sighing in relief.
“It’s your disposition unfortunately.” The voice said. “You won’t kill something unless you see it as being worthy of death, it even carries over to the power. It’ll only get in the way if you keep it. Though in fact, some of your punishments do seem worse than death.” The voice seemed to be indicating the mob boss whose spirit was still trapped inside of the emerald.
“I guess so, but at least he’ll be able to help the citizens now instead of torture them.” As Michael was saying this another shower of rocks were thrown at him. He smiled sadly and said “Let’s go.” He closed the holes in space before he disappeared leaving the citizens to rebuild their lives from the land of diamonds, gems, and minerals that their corrupt city had become.
Welcome one and All to the Jesters Carnival, where the prizes are greater than your wildest dreams, but the nightmares here shall silence you before you can even scream.
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