The Sundering of the Soul

[Syn Thornheart]

Was this the sacrafice that Apollo talked about? Was it once more his time? He looked to Hades as he looked at him. Seeing Gelina recive his soul once more he would unsheath his katana.

"Gaea...thank you for giving me this body..to let me live once more with my family, and those who I love." He looked to the katana, his eyes reflecting off of the sword. He looked up at the sky, then he looked down to Gelina, mouthing something to her. His hands would spin the blade as he impaled it into himself. For the safety of Gelina, Nym, and Xia..the ones who he cared the most, the samurai gave his life for them. Pinned to the tree trunk. His eyes closed, dark crimsion blood flowing out of the mages chest and mouth. He just limped there lifelessly. The necklace around Gelinas neck going black.


~In the NetherRealms~

The demonside would be helping Death, giving him souls and such. Then he just stopped. His eyes went white and his body started to slowly fade off. His body fell onto the ground and just faded away. Without the body, the demonic side is nothing. So now, it was up to Hades to stop Death, or for the other side of the prophecy to come true.

[Artemis]

She had remained quiet, not wishing to interfere with the heated discussion between Hades and Syn. However, when Syn delved into suicide, she did not even bat an eyelash. Such sheer courage came from the hunt.

She would wait patiently; this battle seemed already in the right hands.

[Stoic Soul]

As Ares hurled twin balls of Flame at Pestilence, he would let out a roar of defiance as he held up his hands. The fireballs would impact with his hands, the pale skin beginning to burn. After a few moments though, the spheres would begin to change color, the flames changing from their normal colors to dark, ebon flames. At that moment, Pestilence would hurl the fireballs back at Ares, then would turn and flee into the woods, knowing full well that he was the only one left, and would need to regain some of his power before challenging the gods.

As more souls respond to his dark call, Death would notice Syn's demon disappearing. A cruel chuckle would escape his lips as he also senses Hades' return to the underworld. Death would be heading straight for Hades' palace. A cruel grin would be hidden beneath the hood of Death's robes as they neared the castle: so, he has returned has he? Well no matter. He will not take me as he and the rest of his brethren did to the others! : he would then hold out his hands, as even more souls came to him, slowly being absorbed into himself. Death's aura would grow with each soul, motes of ebon lightning dancing along his robes as he waited the right time to assault the palace.

Anduin would hear Angel singing and would smile softly, all the while as he slowly fell asleep, the first chance to do so in a long time. No more nightmares, no more watching Death use his body. Nothing. For the first time in months, he could sleep...in peace.

[Syn Thornheart]

Well, now that Syn's Demonic side would be gone, there was a slight problem with Death. Even if he was absorbing more souls, alot of them left because they didn't feel that old calling anymore. The souls were almost stripped away because of the energy level difference. They joined with death becasuse of the power, now they left because he didnt have as much.

[ares]

He felt those flames in his hands as he would chuckle softly. He looked up. His body fading to appear infront of Pestilance.

"You think you can get away from me!??! You CAN NEVER escape me!"

Cocky side comming out now. His hand would move onto his back and take out that huge battle axe. Taking his weapon out, flames escaped the blade of the axe, and he rammed it into the jaw of Pestilence. Oh no, he wasnt going to kill him. The flames would wrap around the man and aim to turn him into a weapon. A flame bow.

[Hades]

Hades laughs when his minions deliver up Syn before his throne. "Ha! I knew you couldn't stay away from a good fight!" He steps aside, revealing the spectral form of Syn's demon half. As the two merge together once again, giving Syn all the power that Death had painstakingly collected, Hades laughs louder. "Ye shall be my general, my Avatar." He hands Syn a sword, a katana fashioned by Hephaestus, the god of blacksmiths, himself.

"Go, my son and conquer Death."

[Syn Thornheart]

"Dont..ever call me your son.."

The Samurai looked onto the katana, then to Hades. His hands gripping the hilt, unsheathing it, he let that black blade glow slightly. grining he would wave the katana downward. Slowly he stepped up. his katana at his sides now. Those black ebony like wings flowing out from his back and wrapping around the samurai. Yes, his demonic wings were out. Was it possible that Syn would stay here in hades..and help this man?

[Hades]

The god of the underworld laughs even harder at Syn's defiance, knowing that the Avatar will follow his wishes. The Fates knew what they were doing when they forced the demon to go along with the incarnation.

[Earthmother Gaea]

The Earth Mother smiles to Gelina, then Ryu. "Such old hatreds must end between thee." She nods, then looks over to Angel and Anduin, their parts completed in this saga. She glances over where Ares still fights Pestilence, knowing that would soon be over as well.

With a heavy sigh, she turns her gaze on this Alexander Syn person, angel-demon-mage. He had more heart than he knew and his conflicted soul was a heavy burden to bear. The gods part was not yet finished, but yet it wasn't time.

This thought causes her to look over at the hobbit, the Wizard Pendor, now the Avatar of Time.

[Syn Thornheart]

There he waited. His wings folded around him. Slowly flapping them off of his body his hair would wave around him. Black strands of hair brushing along those cheeks. Those lavander hues looking infront of him. The flames of hell would be nothing compared to the tourtre he was about to give Death. His hand gripped on the katana hilt. His knuckles went white.