He who is Known 2 be Dead

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It was night time and finally he was aloud to sleep in day and walk at night. No one knows it, not even that stupid dragon from the underworld knew that he had been near Nira alot. Not even she knew it as he hid himself greatly, hiding every trace of him. It seemed that Nira wouldn't trust him but he didn't want her to trust him, all he wanted to find Eeo. He knew Eeo would come along and fight for the good guys and that's where he would get her in his trap. Though its going to be a little tough since the dragon named Akroma is after him. Seem's that he got Bone under his spell and was now using that bone bag to find him.

Finally he stepped out of the trees and walked into the moonlight, his black coating hard for anytone to see though his eyes stick out. His ears were open, turning to side to side to get any sounds from small to large. His four tails waving to place slowly, making no sound as he wanted. Inside of the demon the weak etheral light known as Arthus was lying down in the cage. Absolutly saddened by Valerye's death that he had tried to save her and get her to find Eeo and warn her. Now Arthus was just too tired to try, and he just listened to the demon called Shadow talk to him. Arthus didn't listen though, he just was thinking of the good days in his life, but the only good days had only been with Eeo. He sighed and covered his face in his paws "I'm so sorry Eeo."

Cry all you want Shadow growled at him once I get your pretty sister, you'll never be free until your body roits. The demon kept on walking in the mist and paused as he scented the air for any dragons.

He who is Known 2 be Dead

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In the following darkness, mixed with shadows and mist. Dragons all thought the day held beauties like the scene of a mountain or a waterfall or sunset ocean times. But the darkness also have beautiful things as the moonlight touches mist and make them move around like soft going water. Shadow just loves the swamps, not just this beauty but also the dangers as there are quicksand and poisonous insects or snacks. His most favorite beauty of all in the world was chaos and he just loves making it. And he soon will make the world fall into pure terror when he takes out Eeo. Being in a body has one flaw, the soul could still live inside the body but you can take control of the body. But the soul would still put up fights and complain, and the only way to stop that is to destroy all the loved ones. Once you do that the soul would stop fighting, the heart would shatter and the soul would fade away in darkness and join hell.

That is also why he has to find Eeo, not just in revenge on what Arthus had wanted. What bothered Shadow though was that at the beginning he hated Eeo and wanted to destroy her, but in time Arthus seemed to change his mind. It didn't bother him that much since Arthus was only mortal, but still, its weird. He learned that hate can't be changed but Arthus's hate changed to caring. This made it a little difficult for him, and no matter what he says to the stupid dragon he still fights and tries to break free. Shadow would of just let go of the body but that would mean he would have to go back and he's not ready to. Plus the body would only die out and it would have been a waste on getting Arthus to make the deal.

The demon's ears twitched as he heard sounds above him, just behind. Sounded like bones crackling together like bells, but he didn't stop to look his eyes closed again and paid no mind to those sounds. He knew someone was stalking him but he didn't care as he just kept on walking beside the water, not wanting his paws to get wet. He had already gotten them into sticky liquid a few days ago, he didn't want more of it.

Suddenly he stopped, his four tails stopped as well as the bone sounds grew louder. Whoever it was, was making a move and with his ears he would know when to dodge. His eyes stayed shut and he just looked like a statue because he was so still. The bones flew passed him and a few seconds later a voice came into the blue. He opened his ice blue eyes and looked at the bone dragon. "Oh yes I had some fun, killing that old purple and white dragoness." He sighed as he remembered the fun, too bad it had to end, but maybe he could have that fun again when he fights Eeo. "Anyways, who are you" he asked as he looked at Bone, making a great act that he had forget who Bone was. Just to make the undead guy mad, making the dragon angry is so easy and so fun.

"As you wish master." He replyed back as he smiled. The voices laughing with glee.

'The fool!'
'He still can't figure out half the things!'
'I doubt he will learn. No, if he does then it will be by pure luck.'

Bone had to agree but he turned to the demon. "I'm sure you will remember me in time demon." He said with a snarl as he lunged at the dragon in front of him. His maw and claws ready to tear into the flesh of the being in front of him.

I don’t want you and I don’t need you. Don’t bother to resist, or I’ll beat you. It’s not your fault that you’re always wrong; the weak ones are there to justify the strong.

Akroma’s wings pounded upon the air, beating it into submission. The trees that bared the flame colored bull’s way met a frightful end as toppled stumps, once tall and towering but no more. He was rushing, maddened by the fact that the demon’s stench flared through his nostrils. Akroma was close now, he could feel the evil nearby, and it wasn’t his servant’s foul pungent dead smell either. This was the real deal, and Akroma could finally drag that creature down into the very pits of Hell where he belonged, escaped or not. Demon’s were demons, and Hellfire Wyrms were the great punishers. The air around the bull’s shear size boiled in fury, dancing flames licking his heat resistant hide in a great display of flame and power. With one final leap, his muscles expanded and Akroma flew out into another dense thicket of rotting foliage, only to have the land burn around him. The only reason the bull slowed was that the distance between Shadow and himself was growing thinner and thinner. Senses wild with tempered malice, Akroma was flooded with all sorts of Underworldly scents; between the dead stench of the undead and the sharp foul aroma of the demon, Akroma bared his fang in hot rage. Timing was everything, one foul move and Akroma could be noticed by the demonic creature, yet it seemed that the demon had its concentration solely focused on Bone and trying to hurt him with brute force. Well, that’s not the way. He growled to himself with a sneer. Closer and closer he approached, his prey just out of earshot. Now! Akroma’s jaws sprang open in the flash of an instant, unleashing a deadly mixture from the pits of his gut. Before it churned evil and hate from the very darkness of the Underworld itself. His greatest breath weapon, one feared in Hell and out, was what gave the Hellfire Wyrm’s their glorious name. Hellfire gushed from his heated jaws, fire licking the edges of his fangs as his mouth gapped wider and wider to unleash his deadly fury. The fire itself spiraled and twisted, as if it had a mind of its own, and headed directly at the demon’s back, which it hit square on with as much force as a thunder bolt. No one tries anything against my slave and gets away with their life! He roared in the back of his mind.

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Normal ears wouldn't be able to hear the movements behind, but he can hear them by the power in Akroma. Shadow did nothing, he thought it would be more fun to play with them, think they would win. And for Bone, he knew that he can't really hurt Bone but again he was playing stupid. He knew by now that Akroma has power over the bone dragon, that was actually what he had been hoping for at the start. And most demons like him would be scared of the dragon but Shadow had lived in this world and the underworld for thousands and thousands of years. Back at home he had been so good at his job, so good that everyone grants him the world above. It was just because they were scared of him, because he was known Shadow of Blood Blades.

And if he told Akroma this the dragon would leave him alone. But that's not his style, he wants Akroma to chase him and try to take him back. He would love it if he did bring him back that everyone would be mad at him, they won't want him back so soon after enjoying the fun without him around. Who told Akroma that he can catch him anyways, all the time of those times in the living there had been some dragons, some like Akroma who thinks that he just belongs in hell. They try to catch him with everything and he just played them like fools. It had been so fun back then and now its going to be fun again as Akroma was a strong one.

He closed his eyes and was loosening his grip slowly. "Now who told you that I was trying to hurt you" he spoke in an emotionless voice that belonged only to him. His eyes opened slightly as he looked at the bone dragon. Behind him he can hear a breath weapon being fired up. Quickly, and time moving slowly, Shadow let go of Bone and let out his paw and call the words of his blood knife. All the darkness gathering in it and made it as good as it gets. Though it hasn't changed one bit from killing Valerye, the sharpness was greater than before and there was a little more power into the thing. Holding it with his right paw he turned as his hind paws were the only ones on the ground. The two paws were close together but one was ahead of the other. Turning that paw and only the paw and not the leg, he turned it right. His other paw gained weight as the paw that turned right the leg moved with it as he turned fully to the burning fire that was coming his way.

From his right paw, it was at his back, he kept it there as his left front paw touched the ground. One touch then he quickly turned his knife to the fire. Using it as a blocker of the attack, it would of been stupid but this knife wasn't a normal knife. He had proved that to the old hag before she died but he can show these two just how powerful he really is. If he blocks this fire with this knife he can show them a hair on what he can do.

He rose it in front of him, he lowered his head to his right arm's height as he went low a tiny bit by his legs moving far apart. His four tails moving at all as he did this. To his left arm he put the paw in the middle of his right arm. With one word there was a dark shield being made from the knife, and it was moving quickly. But so was the fire and sadly the shield hadn't been growing fast enough. The fire hit and the shield had been strong enough to hold it back though with some power into it since this fire was strong. Shadow bared his teeth as the loose ends of the shield broke and the fire hit legs, making some burns but not causing Shadow any pain. But Arthus was as he roared because in his soul form his legs were burned. Shadow covered the loose ends and once the fire was fading its power he smiled. Once it had gone he still kept his knife and the shield in place. By the look of the shield that it was made out of blood, dragon blood, there were so many spells that you can do with it but dragons just never tried it. Two seconds later the shield faded and the blood going back into the knife where there had been an open scratch on its side. When the blood went inside the open scratch faded quickly and nicely that it was like it hadn't been there in the first place.

Shadow moved his knife lower and his head a bit higher. His left paw let go of his right arm and was on the ground as his right stayed over the ground and everything, though getting lower and lower till it was a ten inches from the ground. Shadow smiled at Akroma, looking at the beast with his cold eyes, there was no fear and the dragon can try and he can try to take him back but there was only one that can take him back or destroy him and that was Eeo. "Well you are strong, but who are you again, its hard to remember since I've met so many dragons and demons." At his legs they were slowly healing, going so slow that couldn't been seen. But the next night the wounds wouldn't even exist, though they would in Arthus. Shadow was having such fun, not just with the two dragons but with Arthus as he was just screaming of pain.

Bone just snorted at the one, clearly find him more of a bother then what it was worth. 'Always fighting for a master and for what?' He thought to him self, his mind well shielded from Akroma; the time before of being a servant proving to help even now. 'And here I thought I would be free at last...' A growl came from him as he lowered his head at the demon, the bones in his chest and throat moving as though the skin around it was still there and moving. The voices went into a wail, clearly not wishing to believe that they were indeed servants.

'Test it!'
'Disobey!'
'He doesn't know how to control you fully.'

"He does not need to know how. The Bond will make sure I do as told. Or have you forgotten that much already? The pain that it caused us to just talk to that strange dragon that looked like a dog?" He muttered, anger growing in him due to everything going on.

'No!'
'Please don't!'
'The pain!'

The voices withered as though the mark that held them bound was working against them. It made Bone happy to see them suffer, even if it was for a short period of time. But he knew that when they suffered, he suffered worse.

With a roar of anger, the bone dragon went after the demon, hopping to push him back as Akroma. Large rocks and trees were ever where, that is if Akroma didn't burn them down first, and they could easily use on to coroner the beast.

"Don't go putting this place under fire master! The trees here are already half dead, one spark and we would have an inferno. I don't think that the Black female would be able to get away with the eggs if you did.' He advised Akroma. Even though he was the servant, Akroma did have his weakness that that purple dragon was sure to be it. Bone had watched his master flaunt to the dragon as though he was a newly hatched egg out of a clutch trying to get his mother's recognition But that glance could quickly go wrong if he ended up killing the young.

I don’t want you and I don’t need you. Don’t bother to resist, or I’ll beat you. It’s not your fault that you’re always wrong; the weak ones are there to justify the strong.

"Don't go putting this place under fire master! The trees here are already half dead, one spark and we would have an inferno. I don't think that the Black female would be able to get away with the eggs if you did.' Akroma snorted openly when he heard the faint voice of Bone inside his head. He would not be so stupid as to set the whole swamps aflame, even if he appeared to be a raging volcano ready to burst. ”Let the black female die for all I care, as well as Wrath’s young. I will hold back. Wouldn’t want the swamps to become exposed to hungry scavengers such as Pyt and his Good Gang.” He hissed mildly in return, like steam being released. Turning his attention to Shadow once more, he watched, raised scaley eyebrow scrutinizing his every move, seeming as casual as ever. ”You wouldn’t be out of Hell without a damn good reason, Shadow. I would have been alerted of any forced escape in the Underworld. What is your purpose here? You parade around plotting and planning, but for what? You must have something along the lines of revenge in store.” He growled at the other dragon, charging up his breath weapon as they spoke. Now, it appeared that just fighting this demon wasn’t enough, at least not from him. Akroma hoped inwardly that it wasn’t one of those “I can only be killed by one dragon” thing, or they, as in Bone and him, would be in for a great disappointment.

He who is Known 2 be Dead

Finally Shadow decided to sit down but still ready in case the brat was going to attack. He would of attacked the stupid dragon along time ago but he knew that the dragon was the devil's son. That didn't really matter since the devil has a lot of children but this dragon wasn't like most, he was special and the real prince. Still Shadow is only respectful only to the devil himself, not his sons or anyone else, not even this brat. And there was no way that the kid can send him back home, only the devil can in his own accord. It would be a lot of fun seeing that Akroma trying to send him back and seeing the devil himself angry at him. Shadow has permission to be here that would be a good reason to be angry at his son. Shadow can do whatever he wants here and the kid doesn't need to know and shouldn't butt in his business if the kid knew what's good for him.

When Akroma spoke, Shadow smiled, impressed that the dragon knew his name. The kid wasn't as stupid as he thought and that was rare to surprise the demon like that. When he finished speaking Shadow didn't give his reply. The demon simply looked at the dragon for a bit then closed his eyes, laying his head down a bit. A few heartbeats then he smiled, making a rough short scoff like sigh. He opened his eyes and raised his head to the dragon again. "Your right, I am Shadow, Shadow The Dragon Slayer, seems that my name is greater known in hell better than I thought for some kid to know me." His tails waved around and around, moving like crazy then moving to a regular smooth movements. His smile faded a bit as he turned his gaze to the bone dragon. Rightly disgusted at the beast, it was more stupid than Akroma, like the creature thought he can beat Shadow by himself. It was so pitiful that it made Shadow want to vomit, like Shadow is a mastermind, power mad and dangerous, far more powerful than the bone dragon. If the bone bag thought he had seen everything wait till he sees Shadow's real power and then he will beg for mercy. Yep, Shadow was that powerful, though he does have limits, it goes farther than this bone bag can possibly go.

From where Shadow was sitting there were animals that were running away, probably from the fire of the trees. One of the chip monks that the bone bad had thrown out of the skull landed near shadow. It was getting up and saw the demon and tried to make a run for it. Without getting up, Shadow grabbed the chip monk with one of his tails in a swift snake like motion. It screamed in fear as he brought the thing close to his head and a bit above. Looking at the thing he narrowed his eyes as it screamed of fear. Lifting a claw from his free paw that was the left paw, he poked the animal's stomach softly, smiling as it stopped screaming and was now looking at him. He poked again and the stupid creature was whimpering, like it was begging for mercy. Laughing in a tone of a whisper he poked again but this time harder and then cutting the creature with blood pouring out. It cried in agony this time as Shadow started to take out organs but keeping the creature alive. Shadow loves making others suffer, not killing them at once but torturing them before killing them. Once all the organs were out of its body and not torn of its body but still in tacked. The creature was screaming so bad that anyone would fear un comforted by this, but he was comforted. Before tearing the organs apart he took the eyes out with two pokes to the eyes. Smiling even harder, he used his mouth and bit down on one of its legs and slowly and painfully pulling it off and eating the leg. He did it to the other legs, keeping the creature alive. Once he was done he put the whole body in his mouth and started to bit down slowly and hard. Half way through the creature stopped screaming, it was finally dead. After that he ate the whole thing, even the bones that he had bit them to pieces.

Sighing when the fun was over he looked back at the boring and no fun dragons. All they're doing is talking, oh well, fun or no fun it was ok for him, at least he can make sharp remarks. Even to Akroma, Shadow can be mean to him all he wants, not like the kid was going to tell his father and even if he did Gabrielle is going to be mad at Akroma for being such a wyrmling. "I don't need to tell you anything, because its none of your business" he lifted his knife to the air where the moon's light touched it, flashing bloody red. But there were darker reds and brighter reds, all different colors, all different kinds. As he did this there were screams that were sounding so loud that the two dragons could hear it. Shadow smiled, what fun. Putting it back close to the ground he smiled, not taking his eyes off it. My greatest collection, I killed thousands of dragons with this thing, all different kinds, ones with magic and ones without. You can't beat me, I'm too strong, there is a reason why my name is known in hell."