Dark Star

A Dream

Dimitri remembered the sights of his family and friends before the cataclysm. Memories flushed into his brain riddling him with insatiable pain. “Glory City” a fortresses of humanity’s best with the protection of the strongest inquisitors fell. Darkness enshrouded its sky. Sealed away from the world rotting away almost non-existent. All that lay in its glory were rubble and wreckage. A city filled with ghastly creatures ready to end his miserable life right there and then.

Hope was a clear reminder of humanity’s failure what could be sought after I’m in such desolation. Though it shone brightly in the darkest of days hope could be muddled and destroyed ever so easily by his living conditions.

Dimitri remembered the remnant parts of his memory the day he witnessed true horror. Dimitri felt weak and helpless as he fell to his knees. He could see nor hear anything. Pain no longer existed but was replaced by longing. He was sinking deep into an abyss. His body convulsed violently till he received sight. Darkness hadn’t painted his world and at this moment he saw his father Dorian.D.Grey kneeling in weakness. Other than that a mass of darkness squirmed forming the shape of a being. Though Dimitri couldn’t discern the face of the man his body exhumed a sense of unreal danger. His aloof nature and his domineering presence replaced Dimitri’s rational thoughts. He wanted to run but were to.

Dimitri’s heart rate quickened, his skin became pale as his pupils dilated. A looming threat of danger filled his heart. The man had not passed his father but in his bloodied state he knew he had no hope for survival.

Dimitri desired for the survival of his dad but was to weak to help him in any way. Dorian’s robust armor shone in the light emulating stars in the night sky. He wore a full plate of armor fully equipped with an intricately designed breastplate and well fitting pauldrons his cape although bloodied and in tatters fluttered in the wind. His armor had obvious dents signifying it resilience in battle. Though not drab it had withstood the tests of time but regardless stood side by side with its beholder.

Dorian heaved a breath, stood up and stepped in to the ensuing battle. The shadow fiend’s gaze lingered onto Dimitri till his stern look peered onto Dorian. As his cape flowed ever steadily with the wind Dimitri finally noticed a gaping hole in his father’s chest, were his heart used to be.

“Father!” Dimitri cried yet no words came out, just a gibberish mixture of words,”ouughhaooa”

He touched his throat with his weakened arms till his father looked back,”Cough- its just a scratch, don’t worry too much about it.”

Though critically wounded the ‘Divine inquisitor’ revealed the reason for his title.

The city was desolate and a cold wind blew past the three. The shadow fiend smiled as he readied himself for a glorious battle. Time felt slow, Dorians steps resounded in the silence. Air around Dimitri felt suffocating. He felt drained. He shot a glance at the two combatants and felt as if he was kneeling in front of two mountains. He retracted his gaze and looked at the bodies that piled in front of him. His guard, his trusty knights all dead just as his father was about to be now.

Dorian heaved another breath and finally an exponential increase in power surged within him. His spirituality manifested itself onto reality. An over-bearing pressure filled the vicinity. His previously uncovered face manifested a helmet complete with a visor. From his scabbard he took out his claymore, an imperial blade passed down from one ancestor to another. It hilt was designed intricately and it held a blade etched with runic adornments. It had a faint glow and easily cut through rock like butter. Its strength lay in its reach it was an efficient broadsword with incredible enchantments.

Dorian’s spirituality became sharp and stern as he lifted his blade to perform a strike. Reality seemed to bend as his blade moved accordingly performing a downward strike. A white line seemed to form on reality as the fiend hurriedly sidestepped to dodge the strike. Though he moved his leg was torn of his body other than that incandescent flames suddenly erupted scattered fragmented glass and debris several yards away. I was pushed back to by the momentum of the attack city air was devoured by the scorching blazes of the vicious element. His might evidently displayed in his first attack.

In the midst of having his leg torn the fiend neither winced nor showed any signs of weakness. He jumped into action and hurriedly paced towards Dorian regrowing his leg amidst his sprint. To Dimitri his movements were a blur in his vision.

A sonic boom resounded in the battlefield as the fiend launched a punch on Dorian’s face. He managed to dodge yet it broke his visor. Dorian jumped back and stabilized his stance and readied another attack.

-Blood Curdle- the fiend muttered as readied another attempt at attacking. Dorian cursed under his breath as he spat a mouth full of blood. He shattered his visor as he revealed his curled up lips. Without hesitation he dashed and made another attack.

His eyes shone with a blue hue as he silently muttered-Sixth Step:Void touch- energy converged at his blade as he slashed horizontally.

Space seemed to bend at his will as it converged drawing the dodging fiend closer to it magnetic field. Before he could fully dodge a punch connected with his gut making him nauseous. Failing to lose control he reached out his arm and tore through Dorian’s vambrace reaching out to his right arms flesh.

-Chimera- he thought as Dorian’s flesh began squirming. Fissures began to form on Dorian’s armor. His arms bulged as he tore through his arm and threw it to the side. His arm, still alive twitched and deformed. It expanded and contracted forming a grotesque irregular blob of flesh. The mass of flesh grew larger till and finally reached its limit.

Something was amiss. Dorian with his blade at his left arm rushed to the “arm” attempting to stop the ensuing tragedy till the fiend blocked his path with an awkwardly displaced punch. Their fight not so glorious as before became desperate. As a last ditch effort Dorian swatted his arm pointing Dimitri.

Dimitri was lifted up by some unknown force and pushed back a hundred kilometer. Though moving this fast he was never hit by any unknown object. Till it stopped and he hit the ground.

He looked onto the glorious city. A brilliant light hit his eyes long before the explosion knocked him off his feet. An explosion mushroomed out, spreading destruction across the city. Massive clouds of dust threatened to filled his lungs as debris. His sight blinded till it all went dark.