Black Screen, The sound of glass shattering…
Kronos and Zariel in their final death spin, they have just crashed through the glass ceiling of a large temple dedicated to Asmodaus in the Bronze Citadel.
100 feet separates them both from a gruesome splat. Kronos still in mist form, the grasp of Domain still keeps him attached to Zariel. Their gaze menacing…
“It was fun” Gasps Zariel, blood gushing from his mouth.
Kronos snickers, knowing that the end is less than a second from now.
Zariel’s hand slips on the sword, Kronos knows what he is doing. They both slam into the ground suddenly, but both are alive. Kronos materializes and looks on to see what final trick Zariel has for him.
The Lord of Avernus produces the glowing blue cube that houses the contract between him and Bel.
“Your friends will suffer and end like none other, not that they deserve it…”
Kronos lunges at Zariel’s smirking face. Domain arrives, floating between them, and Kronos must draw against the powerful sword. Zariel paces back and forth as Kronos dodges blows and attempts to get close to his enemy.
Zariel pauses, in pain. “This is really the end, then…?” He opens the container effortlessly…
The scroll falls out, and Zariel shudders, grabs his wound and falls to a knee.
He burns the contract up.
Immediately, you hear it.
The ground shakes, and dust begins falling from the temple. Asmodaus’ statue watches on as fissures begin crumbling his temple. Bel roars and the solid ground is thrust up and away. Fire engulfs the plane as an eruption ten thousand feet in the air begins, centered around them. Kronos is flung upward, as is Zariel. Dominion is lost in the explosion, as is all else.
The Fiery column of ash and hellfire propels the arch enemies thousands of feet in the air. Kronos can only feel the acceleration as he tries to orient himself… the black ash, and the hellfire glow behind it, bright as a thousand suns completely blind him.
“This is the end Kronos…” Kronos turns left and right… up and down. Zariels voice echoes mockingly.
“The End for you…”
Kronos draws his katana he knows this may be the last time he gets to use—-
— he feels it knocked out of his hand.
Razkzar’s Dagger! He pulls it from his belt before its torn from his grasp by debris from the destroyed citadel.
His backpack, engulfed in hellfire is tossed as well.
Kronos flies ever upward. For a brief moment he can see… as he ascends above the eruption’s clouds.
Looking frantically all around for his friends, he sees Zariel rising to meet him.
Bracing for the impact, Kronos hears a voice behind him.
“You can do it son…” Kronos turns to see a ghostly visage of his father.
“Here…” Dion presents Kronos with a leather bound sword.
“I meant to give this to you, when you were old enough.”
Kronos, confused responds, “I dont understand.”
“I dont have enough time to explain”, gesturing to Zariel flying at Kronos… “but maybe I’ll see you down here… my son. When this is over..”
Kronos looks at his father, unable to cry. “Father… I… this is it for me”
“No son, a Waveharp will continue to ring on… as long as the final note is loud enough.”
Kronos nods.. and draws the sword. Its weightless and glows silver and white.
Without another word Kronos plunges towards Zariel, sword first.
“Make the last note count son…” Dion whispers.
Zariel and Kronos. Their rage fuels their speed, as they both break the sound barrier. Zariel’s sword is summoned just before they meet.
They clash and send a shockwave that clears the dust and ash all around them.
The epic last fight continues as they jump from lava projectile to meteor. Both adversaries are set ablaze and their sword strikes send sparks shooting skyward. Zariel looks fearful as Kronos begins a flurry of blows that begin to damage Dominion. The deadly sword falters and shatters as Kronos pierces Zariel through the face.
:“NOW DIE!” Kronos twists the blade in a gruesome fashion and Zariel’s life leaves his pathetic body.
Kronos is falling now… fast. He casts the worthless body aside.
“Are my friends ok?” is all Kronos can think. As he scans the horizon, he sees them, the group is below him, but by over 2000 feet. He sees them huddle together and disappear with a flash of light.
Kronos takes a sigh of relief. The sword given to him by his father slowly fades away…
The Vampire falls back into the ash storm. The Fire, Lava, and 500mph winds make short work of the vampire. He is discorporated instantly.
Some time later, the ghostly cloud forces itself into the shape of Kronos…
The deadly firestorm does not let up, and Kronos knows he won’t be able to find his coffin in time, if its still even in one piece.
“I wish… I could tell them all thank you.” Kronos thinks back to his friends. He thinks about the adventures with Balaake,
Having friendly debates with Oz…
When he first met Spinner…
Kronos regains his composure as he looks off on the new world Bel is crafting.
“I hope they all know I love them, and… I’d do it again, all for them.”
For once… Kronos feels happiness. He places a hand over his heart. And…