Trials of Black Part 1 [Dylan Supremacy #2]
Jan 23, 2023 2:51:32 GMT -5
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Post by Dylan on Jan 23, 2023 2:51:32 GMT -5
The heavy door shut behind Dylan with a solid thud as he is plunged into darkness. He swings his backpack around and rummages inside of it, pulling out his flashlight. He flicks it on and begins to tread down a corridor within the haunted castle. It extends for what seems like miles as it twists and turns and Dylan stops to take a breather.
Dylan: I wish Spike wasn't so busy. This isn't even a labyrinth and I'm lost. Feels like I've seen this same hallway just repeat for the last 10 minutes. Is this repeating on me?
Dylan looks at his surroundings. It all looks the same to him. He decides to put the flashlight on the floor, facing behind him before he starts walking again. His field of vision is quickly limited without light as he shimmies along a wall for what feels like an eternity until he reaches a corner. The next wall is short and his hands come across a stone door. Dylan slowly budges the door open and can finally see! This room is small, about 10x10x8 cubic feet. The walls, floor, and ceiling are all made of the same brick-and-mortar type pattern that old medieval castles were once built in. Across from the door Dylan opened is another door, this one made of fine oak wood with immaculate gold trim. The only things found in this room are a glowing orb, floating in the exact center of the room, and a small feathery cloak in the corner. Dylan cautiously moves towards the orb, going to poke at it with a finger. Crackling with electricity. Dylan zaps the orb and it shrieks!
Orb: OW! That hurt, what gives?
Dylan steps back.
Dylan: What are you?
Orb: I am an avatar of God, sent here to guide you to a more lawfully good path on your quest. The path you take is dangerous and immoral, and will only lead to further fractures in the greater multiverse. I cannot allow you to go further.
Dylan: Yeah, but here's the thing. I've dealt with multiverse stuff before and I generally come out on top. Whatever I start because of this, I can handle.
Orb: You don't understand! The very thing you are trying to do upsets the natural balance of the XHF and causes nothing but devastation in its wake! In your selfish attempts to restore yourself to your former glories, you end up causing utter bedlam!
Dylan: Look, I prepared a speech. I practiced negotiation tactics. And I did a few escape rooms to get ready for this! I don't know what you have seen but I can't stop, not here. Not now.
Suddenly, the room seems to be a lot bigger then it was before and the feathery cloak begins to ruffle in the corner. It suddenly begins to unfold into a large part humanoid part vulture kind of creature. Dylan steps back as it lets out an unholy shriek before speaking in an abyssal language.
Demon: Xy uk Vrock, vir ip dtx raywz. Ntud uyx gio wiasf as kg wikuas?
(I am Vrock, Lord of the Birds. What are you doing in my domain?)
Despite being a totally different language, Dylan understands what it says.
Dylan: I am Dylan Black, and I am here to meet with the ruler of Hell! I come to bargain.
Vrock snarls and twists his neck as he looks at Dylan with one eye.
Vrock the Demon: Gio likx di ruyfuas? piiq! siriwg ruyfuasz nadt Zudus! usw siriwg kuexz ad juzd kx uqabx!
(You come to bargain? Fool! Nobody bargains with Satan! And nobody makes it past me alive!)
Dylan: We will see about that.
Vrock lets out an even more horrifying shriek, stunning Dylan momentarily. It charges Dylan with a few claw attacks, digging into his leg and crushing down on it. Dylan punches the beast in the beak and reaches back before grabbing it by the neck letting off an electrically-charged attack. The beast shrugs it off and releases spores from its back. Dylan dodges them but a few spores touch his arm and vines begin to sprout from them. Dylan takes note of this and quickly combat rolls to the far corner, spinning around and shooting a bolt of lightning from his hand! Vrock takes it right in the chest and squawks, but all Dylan did was singe a few feathers. The orb floats around Dylan's head.
Orb: Hey, listen! That demon seems to be immune to electric attacks. It's taken no damage from what you've done thus far.
Dylan nods and runs up shooting it with a forceful air blast from his palm. The demon gets staggered and begins chanting. Dylan shoots another blast of air and climbs up on its back punching it in the back of its head. It chants more, louder and faster as Dylan's strikes get harder and faster. Vrock shouts his chant once more and THOOM! A blast of electricity expels him and Dylan is sent flying into the wall behind him, smacking his head and falling to the floor. He slowly pushes himself to his feet as Vrock rears back to bite him. Dylan reaches up and shoves his arm shoulder-deep into Vrock's mouth, grabbing him by the tongue and yanking it! Vrock squeals and hops backward, muttering angrily. The orb floats past Dylan's head again.
Orb: Are you telling me you came into the realm of demons and didn't think to pack a weapon?
Dylan remembers the knife in his backpack and pulls that out. Vrock coughs and sputters in the corner as Dylan charges him with the knife, slashing him across the chest and drawing blood. He flips the knife around and makes a few stabs at Vrock. Vrock dodges them and makes a few bites at Dylan. Dylan blocks them and drives the knife into the claw of Vrock! He curses in his tongue.
Vrock the Demon: Ruzduyw! Xy'qq pqug gio piy dtud!
(Bastard! I'll flay you for that!)
Dylan draws the knife out of Vrock's claw and is slapped with a wing for his efforts. He flies across the room and hits the ground hard, breathing heavily. Dylan reaches for his knife but Vrock grabs it with his tail and flings it at Dylan, who catches it by the blade with both hands, the tip of the knife inches from his eyes. He looks around it at Vrock who is swinging his tail again. Dylan reaches out and grabs the tail, swinging the knife and cutting off the tail with a clean stroke. The demon screams in his abyssal tongue. Pain coursed through his body.
Vrock the Demon: Gio piiq! gio esin sid dtx zxlyxdz gio wazyojd, dtx jinxyz gio ojzxd! dtx kidtxy ip kiszdxyz naqq tubx gio!
(You fool! You know not the secrets you disrupt, the powers you upset! The Mother of Monsters will have you!)
Dylan snarls as he lifts the knife once more.
Dylan: The mother can't handle me! I am the King of Demons! The Daemon of Mayhem! And your pain is what fuels me!
He draws his power from the mask he won in the Parade of 1000 Demons tournament and reaches back with the machete. He charges the demon, grabbing onto its wing and lodging the knife into its neck! It screams and begins to glow bright yellow! Vrock folds in upon himself and turns back into a feathered cloak on the floor, although now it's covered in blood and singed. Dylan nudges the cloak with his foot and turns around, where a door forms in the wall. The orb floats back up to Dylan's head.
Dylan: Care to follow along for an adventure?
Orb: I'm not sure I want to know what other atrocities we're going to find in here. But it's best I tag along to keep you safe.
The sound of Dylan clicking his tongue echoes through the chamber. Dylan sits on the cloak that was once Vrock the Demon as he contemplates life. He shakes his head and looks into the camera.
I must say Raiden, your verbiage did little to keep me engaged during that rant you posted. When I saw the things you had to say, I thought long and hard. "How did the once-great Ishimori take such a fall? What happened to the Suzuki Blitz underdog?" And then I realized. Raiden Ishimori found out he was in way above his head and couldn't touch the greatness of guys like Jack Diamond. No matter how good you thought you were, Jack Diamond was just that much better. And if it wasn't Jack it was Bobby Barratt... no, it was Anthony Craig who made you pass out four years ago. You got Flambéed by a chef who was cooking PEDs. Frankly, Craig should have stayed off his enhancement drugs to fight in this match. Right up his alley.
He shakes his head in disappointment.
Frankly the fact you want to dedicate your win to Suzuki Blitz Wrestling is what upsets me most. Because dedicating that win to SBW means you dedicate it to Nausicaa Suzuki and SKY Force, and as long as I still breathe I will never allow Suzuki to have even a sliver of credit for an X*Crown reign.
He leans forward.
But you ask me, why fight when I've done so much already? It's not for greed, or for gluttony. Frankly I could quit right now and have no qualms with what I've done. So why fight? Because guys like you, Copycat, and Steve Awesome don't deserve to win the X*Crown. And Zoran, as ferocious a champion as he is, is slowly running out of steam. We all can see it. So who should be relieving him him of his duties? Obvious the baddest man of the most feared faction in J-RoK. The Greatest X*Crown Champion of all time. Me.
Dylan snorts.
Speaking of fear, is that what you lot call it? Mate, you and the Harbingers were LAUGHED AT, because despite how dangerous you thought you were? The success you thought you had? I don't seem to remember any of you winning a tournament, or winning championship gold under the J-RoK banner. The Harbingers were a gang of hooligans until Kingsley Solomon bought out SCCW and let you have your way all over his titles.
But you won't be having your way with the X*Crown. At the end of the day only one person can win it. The person who is willing to do the dirtiest deeds. Daisuke has scars that remind him every day just how dirty I am. Only the person willing to take every risk in the book. I risked life and death the night I beat Rob Arnold. And only the person who's gone all the way at Supremacy before can do it again.
That means regardless who wins, the Super Frenemies are the only ones who have what it takes to walk out the X*Crown Champion.
Dylan puts on a pair of douchebag/Steve Awesome sunglasses.
And it's time we break that tie Zoran. We're 1-1 in Supremacy main events. But I will be the one that walks out. Believe that.
I must say Raiden, your verbiage did little to keep me engaged during that rant you posted. When I saw the things you had to say, I thought long and hard. "How did the once-great Ishimori take such a fall? What happened to the Suzuki Blitz underdog?" And then I realized. Raiden Ishimori found out he was in way above his head and couldn't touch the greatness of guys like Jack Diamond. No matter how good you thought you were, Jack Diamond was just that much better. And if it wasn't Jack it was Bobby Barratt... no, it was Anthony Craig who made you pass out four years ago. You got Flambéed by a chef who was cooking PEDs. Frankly, Craig should have stayed off his enhancement drugs to fight in this match. Right up his alley.
He shakes his head in disappointment.
Frankly the fact you want to dedicate your win to Suzuki Blitz Wrestling is what upsets me most. Because dedicating that win to SBW means you dedicate it to Nausicaa Suzuki and SKY Force, and as long as I still breathe I will never allow Suzuki to have even a sliver of credit for an X*Crown reign.
He leans forward.
But you ask me, why fight when I've done so much already? It's not for greed, or for gluttony. Frankly I could quit right now and have no qualms with what I've done. So why fight? Because guys like you, Copycat, and Steve Awesome don't deserve to win the X*Crown. And Zoran, as ferocious a champion as he is, is slowly running out of steam. We all can see it. So who should be relieving him him of his duties? Obvious the baddest man of the most feared faction in J-RoK. The Greatest X*Crown Champion of all time. Me.
Dylan snorts.
Speaking of fear, is that what you lot call it? Mate, you and the Harbingers were LAUGHED AT, because despite how dangerous you thought you were? The success you thought you had? I don't seem to remember any of you winning a tournament, or winning championship gold under the J-RoK banner. The Harbingers were a gang of hooligans until Kingsley Solomon bought out SCCW and let you have your way all over his titles.
But you won't be having your way with the X*Crown. At the end of the day only one person can win it. The person who is willing to do the dirtiest deeds. Daisuke has scars that remind him every day just how dirty I am. Only the person willing to take every risk in the book. I risked life and death the night I beat Rob Arnold. And only the person who's gone all the way at Supremacy before can do it again.
That means regardless who wins, the Super Frenemies are the only ones who have what it takes to walk out the X*Crown Champion.
Dylan puts on a pair of douchebag/Steve Awesome sunglasses.
And it's time we break that tie Zoran. We're 1-1 in Supremacy main events. But I will be the one that walks out. Believe that.
