All names and places are coming from my clearly messed up mind. Any resemblance to any other person is just a coinkidink. Thank you! The Death Beings I, for starters am John Reis. This is the epic tale of how I got to my position: King of Evil. Now I know from this intro it sounds like one of those stupid fantacy books with a happy ending, but this is more realistic. Onward! I am the son of the Dark (evil) Overlord's secretary. Isn't it kinda funny how the grand king of all the nation needs a secretary? He could at least call it something better… anyway, the Overlord's assister, Oblivion, is a darkfigure wearing black robes. Nobody really knows anything about him. Thats really all you need to know right now. So I mentioned I was evil earlier, so there must be a good. Correct. The disgusting rats are so, well, good. Their proper name is Light. We've had a raging war for milleniafor these four little things called Platinum Orbs. These are so important because they shape the very laws- the very world- we have. If someone gains control of them, its the end for the other side. Mike Bonney created them and put his own sould into them. They were meant for immortality and just laws, bu they brought war. A long gorey war. So he had them locked up. Well, Loght had to go screw things up and steal them for supreme power, but Dark stole one of them at the right moment, so we weren't gotten rid of. Ever since then, the war raged on even stronger. There are some classes in the war, theres Polean (what I am): Allied with Electrians, we control magnetic forces, heat waves and cold fronts, and as we get more powerful, weather all together. Heateans: Control heat and fire. Iceans: control polar caps and can freeze most anything. Aquerians: Live and can form water for defense or very rarely offense. Electrians: one of the eldest groups who control lightning and electricity. There, thats over with. There are two types of each class: full-on fighter and Mage. Fighters use swords and use sheilds made from the stone of their class. Mages cast more of the spells and have lower defenses. So, those are the ropes of society in Skletone, the world we live in. "Die!" I screamed as I attacked a Light mage with a dull iron sword. I was a mix between mage and fighter, so I could only cast sheild spells. I casted one right before a large war animal attacjed me. I reached out of my sheild and stabbed it. The commander who started the battle confronted ours and surrendered. Finally! I thought. The battle had been going in for HOURS! A few weeks later, we had another battle. I had learned a few more attacks, such as the Blood of the Afterlife. This attack is extreamly hard to perform. To do it, I need fifty Dark Matter Slates. They weigh only about one gram each. Although small, one slate has enough energy to power fifty New Yorks. One hundered Dark Matter Slates would just as likely, if used, kill me. Anyways, that attack sucks all of the blood from the battle feild, and if casted properly, the blood will flow into my eyes, make them red and... Turn into TEN THOUSAND (or is it one thousand?) D.M.S.! So duh! I casted one and it happened. I casted various spe... Attacks, and then The It happened. No! Not Stephen King's It! God! Stop jumping to conclusions! The It was that I saw the Light Overlord. He barely comes out of his royal posh unless he's angry. I'll bet he was mad, because we had been defeating his army for weeks now! "Retreivers!" he bellowed,"Get it! Kill them! They stole it!" Just then, my dad came plundering through the bloody battle and said,"Well, it isn't very well stealing if no one was guarding it, am I correct?" "You are correct, but the PLATINUM ORB was IN MY GARDEN! And what would you and your selfish coward of an Overloard be doing in MY garden?" "Erm...uhh... I, um, have to go ask The Overlo-" he was cut off. "Well? Not the slightest idea? Well then I'll go see him myself!" We were all pushed aside by the Overloard. I don't think I'll ever forget the battle. And I made up a perfect caption! HELL vs. HEAVEN! Besides the point. Now (ol' gramps talk) where was I? Oh yes! The battle. They casted extreme attacks that each took about two hundred D.M.S.s. Heatean attacks were deflected by Icean ones. Their armors clashing against their swords made one gigantic sonic boom. Spirits flew out from every direction. I could see Oblivion watching the battle with his red eyes. I yelled,"Oblivion, do SOMETHING!" "Whats there to do? If you want to save your dearly beloved Overloard, you do it then!" bellowed the chilling voice in my mind. I'd never heard his real voice. I knew it had a strong case of telepathy... Oh and ESP. A massive staff emerged in my hand. Massive robes/armor emerged on by body. Oh whatever! A helmet appeared. Involentarily, I attacked the most, most, most powerful Dark attack, Eight Masters. I summoned the Kings and Queens of the Clans. When they all saw The Light Mystic Overloard, they all gaped at me, Oblivion, and the Supreme Dark Overloard. Too bad for us, the Light Overloard did the same type of casting method. With mini-Oblivion (a.k.a, me) on our side, we had a huge chance of winning. Just at that moment, the REAL Oblivion appeared. Unlike all other stories, my power didn't fade away! Now with mini-Oblivion and real-Oblivion on our side, we now compleatly dominate Light! We would have if Kindness and Mom Nature hadn't intercected in the conflict. Kindness and Mom Nature are like Light, Death and Oblivion. Then, actually JUST then, Oblivion and I combined all our power and summoned all of our army AND all of the spirits AND all of the skeletal undead. Now, we have an absolutly absolute amazingly amazing stupendously stupendous giganticly gigantic hugely huge verily very enormously enormous chance of compleatly defeating the whole Light civilization. The fury of the Dark and the peril of the Light blades and staffes made a Demon and an Angel appear. The Demon spoke in a low, almost double voice. The Angel spoke in a light, high pitched and emotional and all gooey and goopey. The Demon said,"Alon devol Baka gnoyq!" or in human: Death awaits Light, even if they struggle! The Angel spoke kind words of gratitude and love. I hated her at first sight! She said,"Slen vas xce aduo." Human translation: No one shall die. Spare lives of many. "No! I will not! I choose the path of Dark!" I said then lashed out at the Light Overloard. He held up his weapon, but I easily deflected his blow. Oblivion was in a "cocoon". The sack was actualy a power stall. Death was curling all around him. Suddenly (I like saying that) he burst out and split into eight fragments. Each one swirled around one of the Kings and Queens. They struggled, just like the Demon said. I got it then. If I had said that I choose the path of Light, there would be a truce. The Light trainers faltered under the strength of Oblivion. I waited until Oblivion drew the Mark of the Darkness. I was drawn towards it, and then Oblivion yelled,"Snap out of IT!" That was like my que. I sprung into action as if a every nerve in my body was alert, and frayed. In one hand, a huge sword. In the other, the staff. As I looked at them I noticed that the sword was the Legendary Sword of Heroes. The staff was the Legendary Staff of Heroes. As soon as I noticed that, I noticed... We were in possetion of three Platinum Orbs. The thing that the Light Overloard was saying that we stole was the fourth one. I heard the voice of Mike Bonney. Mike was the first Orb Weilder ever! He spoke to me and said,"Veer left," L.O. slashed to my right,"Black Widow attack, then the cage. When they're over, Circle of Flames," when I did thoes in that order, the Overloard was stunned,"Now slash his mail suit and then cast power stall," I did what he said and it actually worked! His mail suit was on his elbows, neck, waist, and legs. After all of those places were slashes and burned, he was bewildered and exausted. Oblivion finished off the last one of the trainers. The Overloard of Light had faded. I was still in my power stall, so I could follow him. He was in a virtual wormhole. I threw the Sword of Heroes at him. It hit his back and the wormhole vanished. Oblivion had followed the Overloard too. We battled him and did the same attacks over and over again. Instead of following the usual Overloard battle pattern, Oblivion did his "special"attack. Dark Matter Shards were pulsing through him. I could feel them. He summoned fifteen flaming Golems, one skeletal undead giant, nine souls, and five Lords of the Underworld. They all tried to destroy the Overloard, but they couldn't. The Underworld was waiting for me, and maybe it was time for a new King of the underworld. "Goodbye, brother," Oblivion yelled through the fury of the war,"I hope you get to make out with that Liz girl." I felt my face get red,"No. I mean, I want to like, you know... kiss her. But no, I'm not going to let you die!" The rage that built up in me if unleashed, was probably equal to one million Dark Matter Shards. That was it. I had to use the Overloard's fear and my rage to make an unthinkable amount of D.M.S. to power up Oblivion's beasts and and sheilds. The Light palace was falling down. Rocks were falling on our... my armies. I ranged out my now super-sharp senses to the undead. Of course, I couldn't feel anything! I had an idea. I traveled into Oblivion. It... was... WEIRD! My eyes were totaly infared and ultraviolet. "Wow. You can do this? I'm so impressed," Oblivion said sarcasticly,"Why, exactly, are you doing this? It feels funny!" "I'm mixing our powers. I've made a new kind of power. It's called Rage. One peice of it is probably equal to one hundred D.M.S.s. But they only use a fraction of the Energy of them." "Hmf... these kids don't know what it's like to have a kazzillion year-old mind with trillions of kazzillion years of info in it." "Oh right! And me being a partial ammount of you dosen't count as me being ex ex extra extremely smart?" I pointed out to him. "Well... How do you know that you have part of my knowledge? Pop quiz! Who is the Greek God of Water and Oceans?" "Posideon," "Ok. Who wrote Romeo and Juliet?" "William Shakespeare" "Very good. Who killed Abraham Lincoln?" "John Wilkes Booth," "Hmf. What... No that's an easy one. What are exploding stars called?" "Easy! Supernova or supernovae," "Yes! What sign in the Greek alphabet is equal to 800?" "Oh gosh! Erm... O... O- oh! Omega!" I could tell that Oblivion was unphased. He asked,"How did you figure out that my knowledge would be induced into you?" "Just a wild guess," I said with sarcasam,"Well, how would you have explained that I know how the universe was created?" "Wow! I don't even know that!" gaped Oblivion,"Please, tell me!" Just then a bloodcurdling roar echoed through the ruined castle,"Get over here! You, child and Oblivion!" it was the Light Overlord,"Platinum stealers! Hooligans! Stupid Dark humans! Don't you know that in my true form that I can destroy you?" the Overlord screamed, and his voice had changed to more of a low bellow instead of a cool light tone,"Boy, you must sleep with one eye open at all nights. You must be on guard every second of every day and night. My forces will do that of what you have done to me! My soldiers will escort you out." like he said, we were escorted back to our territory. Every pair of eyes was locked on us. The Dark Overloard was waiting. I said,"Supreme Dark Overlord King of the Night, I have, we have defeated all of Light's trainers. We almost defeated their Overloard." "Do you think I was born just yesterday hero?" "No, sir, I do not." "Good. Now why did you do that?" "Because, sir, we were battling with them." "Why, exactly were they doing that?" "Because they thought we stole the last Platinum Orb, sir." "Ah, yes. Why was that thought brought up?" "I do not know that, sir." "The answer is because that your father stole it from the rigtful owners of it." "What? We have an ongoing war for the Platinum Orbs! Now you say that they are the rightful owners of it? God, you are so dense!" "You've got some nerve saying that to me! That Platinum Orb was the Platinum Orb of Healing! But Hero, you do have a point. Look what you did with the Staff and the Sword-" "Sir, I'm sorry to interupt you, but Mike Bonney spoke to me," "MIKE BONNEY SPOKE TO YOU?" "Yes, sir. He told me what to cast and what attacks to use." "I see. Guards!" probably two dozen armored Feinds appeared,"Protect the Platinum Orbs we're in possetion of." "You're going to need more guards than that to fend off the Light Overloard." I said. "Fine! CALLING ALL GUARDS!" it looked like now about 1440 guards were there,"Escort our new Hero to the edge of the Graveyard Forest. Hero, take these." the Overloard handed me four Orbs with cages around them. One was glistening, one was swirling with darkness. The other two had both features. I had never seen all four Platinum Orbs. They were amazing! I couldn't get destracted, though. I had to go to the Graveyard Temple.