PK's adventure.

Meanwhile, back in the real world...
Upon his realization that demi had become immortal, Pk split himself into five forms: The Thief of the West, The Taker of the South, The Rouge of the East, The Giver of the North, and The Heart of Hell. His main conscious remaining in The Heart of Hell, he sent the other four off to gather souls to strengthen him. For seven days and nights Demi and Pk battled, destroying entire nations in their wake. And for seven days and nights, the four reapers gathered souls, each one adding on to Pk's power, until eventually, he was so powerful that Demi was forced to make a great choice... Would he die in vain fighting an evil power? Or would he embrace an equally evil power to bring down the Reaper?

...Wow...i did not expect this to end up like this...Me...EVIL? Anyways, please let Demi make the choice. I think it would be more realistic that way.

That's fine, I'll just work on your "Void of Doom". Lol, hopefully for you, it wont leave you with *too* many problems.

btw, hope you don't mind that I turned you heartless in the other thread.

/Cracks Knuckles and starts typing

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*Somewhere in the Void*

It was odd, floating in space. Ryzaa had barely any time to observe his surroundings before strange men approached him with some sort of legend. What kind of bizarre existence did he land in?

"Come", said Rage. An with a flick of the wrist and a twirl of his darkened cloak, he walked, or rather floated, toward a distant object that was emanated light.

Ryzaa looked behind him. Directly opposite of the light was a dark object, which, if his hunch was correct, is where he came from.

He quickly followed Rage, not wanting to be left behind. It wouldn't have been wise to linger in a place that he didn't understand, he concluded. Perhaps this odd warrior of sorts could help him return to Lore to aid Demi.

Ryzaa was never one who might be called "observant", but he couldn't help but study his guide. Flickering in ethereal aura, Rage was clothed in a jet black robe with silver pauldrons covering his shoulders. One of the oddest features was his weapon that clung to his side. The sheer length of the katana could drain the color of a normal man; however, Ryzaa had seen worse things moments ago.

But perhaps the the most frightening of all was his face. His eyes were dark; perhaps deeper than the very Void they were walking in. Another grueling feature was his scar that covered most of his visage. Ryzaa wondered what kind of battle could take the toll on such a man.

It was at this point that Rage noticed the boy starring at him. He sighed, and faced the young follower.

"This must all be very confusing for you, but it will become clearer when we've reached the gate", spoke the youthful warrior.

"But I must return to Lore! All of humanity could be wiped out if I do not act!"

Rage wasn't bothered by this fact at all. Jerking his head to the left, he cracked his neck to loosen up tension that has pent up for hundreds of years. He continued, "Time does not flow at the same constant as it does in Lore. It has, what we Void dwellers like to call, its tides. At one moment, a simple minute here could be a year in Lore, or by contrast, a decade could pass here and not a second would on the other side."

Ryzaa was slightly confused, but decided to come to terms with it rather than question the logic behind it.

Kneeling down beside the boy, Rage patted the kid's head.

"Look, we will make it in time to help your friend. We may have been cast into the Void, but we haven't lost all contact. Not to mention, we have you now to release us from this prison once more."

"But how can I help? My soul has been desecrated by PK's vile sorcery!" blurted Ryzza.

Rage chuckled. "That is the odd thing about this place. It doesn't matter in what condition you enter as when you come to the Void. You will leave as who you are to begin with."

Satisfied, they walked on.


It was a long journey that seemed to last an eternity until they arrived at a stone structure. What Ryzaa thought was light turned out to be the keyhole to the door. Although there was no sun or any sort of illumination in their prison of space, the metallic lock was shinning brightly. It was as if it acted as a beacon into the night; and to no surprise, many of the Void's prisoners were waiting around the door.

"Who are these people?", asked the curious Ryzaa. Looking around, he saw many scores of figures, dressed in many different sets of armor.

One man stepped from the crowd. Scrutinizing the boy, he turned to Rage and asked, "Is he the one?".

Patting his shoulder, the warrior replied, "Yes Kaotic, my fellow brother, he is the one".

Another woman rushed from the crowd, hugging Ryzaa tightly in her arms. "Nice to have you join us, teehee. I'm Nammie".

Ryzaa was overwhelmed. "Umm... thanks? But Rage, who ARE these people?"

Turning to his young follower, Rage simply replied, "We are The Regulars."




The crowd suddenly stirred to life, whooping and cheering at the sound of their guild name. Many clattered their weapons against their shields, while others threw a few spells to create a hail of colored energy in the empty space.

Rage hovered slightly higher to attain the attention of the group.

"My fellow brethren. Today is the day that we escape this foul imprisonment. And as all of you well know, we have an oath to uphold when we are released back into the world of Lore.

Our fight, you see, is now at a crucial point where the tides of fate can decide the victor at a moments notice. Even now, a mighty warrior named Demi is fighting the greatest threat our planet has ever seen. Let's give him a hand, shall we?"

A mighty roar rose from The Regulars. War trumpets began to sound, and everyone in the area began to mobilize.

Rage, beaming with pride turned to the bewildered Ryzaa.

"Now, my friend, shall we open the door?"

***Comment***

Phew! That was a large spiel I pulled there. Gotta give me props for adding a little guild pride, eh?

I do have one request, however. If anyone continues using me in the story, "try" to keep me as a protagonist, unless the plot would be better off otherwise. Continuity is important to me, lol.