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Prologue: Crysis Dark
Tobyam had always proudly rose the title of Sir of All Evils.
That's when the destiny, caused by the Dragon of Time, the God of Everything, changed the courses of his nickname.
A demon was infused with several power after an accident that Destiny had caused with Tobyam, who shared half of his power with a being known singularly as Dage. Dage, the Darkest Evil.
Dage would futurely be destroyed; however, it took quite a long time. On this meanwhile, Tobyam watched, impotent, the ascension of Dage and his self downfall.
Tobyam with his peculiar, yet cliche villainous personality, took charge of the situation with the Delecule Dragon.
(Delecute - Destiny, Life and Time)
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The palace of holy was the Delecute's Dragon lair. Instead of using words, all I can say is that its appearance is exactly the same of the aerial palace that Chaos Lionfang was defeated. This holy palace, instead, does not hold a purplish chaotic colour but rather the tones of a blue, serene and everlastingly peaceful zone.
Gales and tempests took place as the Sir of All Evils entered the perimeters of the Temple Cliff. Tobyam scaled the rocky mount until its top, where an access of dark and negatively charged clouds formed a stairway that led towards the endless skies. The moment of arrival on the holy temple was fervorously awaited as the several steps could tire even the God of Athletics.
Two commoner guardians, wearing armours that radiated the sunlight with its golden plates and tridents hotter than the sun were guarding the entrance. Tobyam quickly noticed they had mane, therefore, not a commoner but a divine being. Commonly, divine beings were some sort of problem to defeat as they are, well, some sort of, well, immortal.
"I know who you are." The mane guardian quickly mumbled with its golden and virile voice, sounding perfectly as a lion, with its even roars tone on each word pronounced. "You won't pass, Tobyam."
The Sir of All Evils wore robes that would identify him even within a Forest of Darkness filled with black magicians. His outfit emitted pure terror. Unless Tobyam looked at the lion-guards', he assumed they were trembling to the bones with fear.
(Up to you imagine his look. Yay!)
"I won't pass?" Tobyam questioned. "Who are you to assume such thing? How insolently do you greed a GOD as me?"
"I am sorry, Sir of All Evils." Was that an ironic tone? "Welcome to the Divine Temple. And you are not welcome, therefore, leave now."
"Calm down, manny-mane boy."
The lion roared.
"I don't fear you."
"We don't fear you either," the insolent guard retorted as a child filled with tantrum.
"I don't care, but you won't stop me with your weaponry."
"Why are you here?"
Maybe if there's a good reason the guards would let Tobyam get past.
"I need to speak with the Delecute Dragon with... well, events of Destiny that seemed fairly unfortunate and unfair."
"Life's not fair-" The lion roared once again. "Look at me." He said that as if being an immortal, super duper strong and scary lionman was a bad thing. "I'd rather be a mortal. Instead, here am I, hating myself, while billions of mortals kills themselves to be me."
"I don't care. I need to speak with-" Tobyam, for his extreme annoyance, was abruptly interrupted by the guard. "You won't pass. Turn back and go away, now!"
Tobyam thought... time to act.
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