Yo, this is a story involving my character from ye olde rp "The Fourth Dark Lord." It'll tell of what he did after the fall of Dekentor and the death of Kale but before the events of T4DL2.
"Protome, You Restored The Second Dark Lord To Her Body And Therefore A New Dark Lord Shall Not Be Needed. You Are Free To Live Your Own Life, Goodbye." It had been a year since Protome had heard these words. And he knew that they were nothing but lies. His destiny had not been changed, he still was faced with the threat of becoming a new Dark Lord. However, Protome did not worry about this much. He had too much on his mind. He had an academy which was up and running, training people in the way of the ninja, he was now a father and his brother was still one of the Greater Undead and he was still a major threat to everyone he came into contact with. In fact Protome had encountered and fought his brother many times since the Fourth Dark Lord's demise and each fight had never truely ended. He had killed his brother several times and each time he rose from the dead once again, something which Protome knew would continue to happen until a necromancer sent him back to the world of the dead.
"Why do you fight me again, brother?" It was more of an echo than an actually voice that came from the robed figure.
"You threaten my family. You threaten my friends. Hell, you threaten everything I worked so hard to protect against Dekentor!" Protome replied as he drew his Katana from it's sheath at his side.
"Hah, don't make me laugh. You helped the Crystal Warriors to reach your own goals, everything you did was just to revive your beloved Marissa" Emmerich laughed. A hollow laugh that seemed to bounce off of Protome's very soul.
"True enough, but I still helped." Protome spoke, as he slowly prepared to hurl himself at his brother's robed body. "That's more than you ever did!"
Protome launched through the air towards his brother and swung his sword forward ahead of him. Out of nowhere Emmerich's sword clashed into it and pushed him back again and down to the ground. He landed on his back and his sword slid away across the grass.
"Oh come on brother, I may have picked the wrong side but in the end I have won." Emmerich began. "I got the power that you still long for, I have the immortality that you dreamt of and I will be the one to finally end your pitiful life!" He drove his blade forward and downwards with intention of piercing Protome's heart, but it was stopped by two kunai which came from Protome's sleeves. He pushed his brothers blade back and rolled across the ground and grasped his own and then he flipped into the air and landed behind his brother, with his sword round Emmerich's neck. Emmerich sighed.
"I expected so much more from you Protome." He said and then he thrust his sword through his own stomach and straight through into Protome's. He then pushed backwards and felt the end of the blade sink deeply into a tree.
"Urgh...Dammit." Protome groaned, and he began to cough up blood. His brother simply fazed through the sword and turned to face him.
"I'm undead Protome, this body isn't even mine!" His brother said and then he pushed the sword further into the tree, just to make sure Protome couldn't escape. "And yet...I feel this shall not be enough to lay you to rest. Oh well, until next time brother!"
Emmerich rose his hand and twirled it in the rough shape of a horse, and a horse did appear in front of him. He mounted it, saluted to Protome and rode away.
When he was out of site Protome grabbed onto the end of the sword and attempted to remove it from the tree. It was useless and he continued to cough up blood and became extremely weak. He could barely move his hands and his vision was fading, but with the last of his strength he drew a symbol in the air and whistled.
Notes: I don't believe that I revealed the names of Protome's Brother or his wife in either T4DL or T4DL2 and so I've created them, from here on in his brother shall be named "Emmerich" and his wife "Marissa"
Enjoy, or don't. Whatever, I want c&c either way.
