Vengeance on Hallow's Eve (Drago)

OoC: Here we go, man. Three years of chronology to come to an epic conclusion...

BiC: The samurai’s fist lay clenched within his yakuta as he walked through the wooded path, his eyes closed in thought. A mood of quiet solemnity gripped him, keeping all around him silent while the leaves fell quietly onto the forest floor. It was the last day in October, and the late afternoon sun failed to provide much warmth to the forest and surrounding area, although, the samurai was constantly blanketed in the warmth of his own strength—something at times he wished he never had—and felt no cold at all. This is what it meant to be him; to be immortal; to be a Disciple of Hephaestus.

This is what it meant to be Tokumaru Kyô, the Heavenflame Samurai.

A long time had passed since Tokumaru had arrived back into the human realm to help the Alliance and Terrin subdue the forces of Dark Horizon. For awhile he took abode in the destroyed base of the Alliance, helping rebuild it, but the sense of hostility he got from the people of that place drove him out on his own—after all, he had killed their most powerful agent and loyal friend; there was nothing not to hate.

After leaving the Alliance’s base, Tokumaru returned to his home, the small country of Miiazu. It was here that he had been taken care of since defecting from his original family, and it was here that he would be welcomed with open arms. His close friends whom he had assigned to lead in his place during his absence stood in awe upon his return, for they had heard of his death at the hands of Terrin. Explaining his situation, they quickly returned power to him, and so it was that Tokumaru once again led the Miiazu. It was here that he intended to spend the rest of his days in the human realm.

Although… peace did not reign for long. Word of Lord Tokumaru’s triumphant return to the throne spread across the land, and a neighboring country—which, for a long time, even before Tokumaru’s revival, had been rather unresponsive to messages—attacked Miiazu with incredible forces, the likes of which had never been seen. Tokumaru sensed an eerie presence from the beasts as he helped his army defend their land against their onslaught.

Several months went by, and the war continued to become worse and worse. However, after losing the most heated battle of the war yet, Tokumaru received a letter from the leader of this country, who had apparently changed from the past leader that Tokumaru knew. This new one decided to remain anonymous, and left the Heavenflame Samurai with a single, ominous edict:

Meet me alone in center of the forest on the edge of our countries on Hallow’s Eve. It is time to end this war.

Despite the pleas of his advisors, who thought this was an obvious trap, Tokumaru took off to the forest. The letter’s handwriting, its indescribably familiar aura, its very smell—all of it led the samurai to know what he was about to see. He was never one to believe rumors, and those he had heard of this man were no exception, but now it seemed he had to believe the inconceivable. Of all of the possible situations, the worst had come true.

Tokumaru stopped as the trees split to make a large clearing, and it was there that he saw what he had came for. His instincts had served him well, as at seven inches taller than him stood the man he had for years fought alongside, the man he had fought against; the man he had killed, cloaked, and facing away from him.

“Time waits for no one, Tokumaru,” the man said quietly. Tokumaru withdrew his hand from his yakuta and rested it at his side with his other one.

“So I’ve learned to my sorrow,” he responded. “It’s… hard to believe you’re back.”

“Is it now?” the man laughed, turning around. “In my experience, I’ve known you to be the sort to expect this sort of thing.” He paused. “I’ve been to Hell and back, Kyô—I have amassed enough strength to conquer everything, and in doing so I’ve gained the wealth of a powerful country who has so far conquered all in its path. My stream of victories has led me to the country that has most recently fallen to me, a neighbor of yours.”

Tokumaru crossed his arms, keeping a straight face.

“It certainly didn’t take you long to find out that I was close, did it?”

The man smirked, shaking his head.

“No, it didn’t. I was told that you had become possessed, and killed Blitz… and then you were killed by that foolish elf, Terrin—I felt the need to kill him to let him feel my rage for taking my vengeance away from me. But… then I heard of your resurrection, and how it had expelled you of your evils. This proved to me that the true Tokumaru was back, and was now strong enough to stand against the powers I have gained in these long times since my departure.”

Silence prevailed between the two for a moment.

“…You seek revenge,” Tokumaru said, resting his hand on the hilt of the Hinotama, “for… what I did to you.”

The cloaked man then withdrew a long scimitar, pointing it towards Tokumaru.

“That’s right,” he replied. “It is today that we will finally find out which one of us is stronger.”

Tokumaru unsheathed the Hinotama.

“So be it.”

It was then that white flames roared from Tokumaru in a vibrant display, and he entered his standard stance. Drago did the same, and the two paused, not speaking; the wind howled through the trees, nature somewhat realizing what would soon be occurring, and clouds blocked out the sun. Thunder roared in the distance—a final sound to start a battle of unheard power. Fate had spoken.

Drago, the Dragonic Overlord and God of Chaos, had returned.

OoC: It's been far too long since another fight between immortals!

BiC: There was an eerie silence the day Izaku, the neighboring country to Miiazu, fell to a massive horde of untold power. Clouds covered everything and nature itself seemed to cry long and hard at the sight of so much bloodshed and destruction. This land covered in bodies and rivers made of blood joined the legion of the most terrifying army in the world.

A mighty creature led the host of demons, undead, and dragons. He is Drago Universi, the Dragonic Overlord and the God of Chaos. His legacy known to all and his immense power feared, he conquered everything in his path after his resurrection.

Now his army marched, destroying and taking everything in their path. The monstrous horde never stopped fighting, constantly killing in honor of their God and general. Drago himself enjoyed the massacres as he bathed in the hatred he still felt towards his slayers, Tokumaru and Blitz.

A few years after becoming the God of Chaos, Drago found out what happened to his mortal enemies. He became angered that both of his prey were dead and immediately sought out the elf that slew Tokumaru. Much to his dismay, this proved near impossible.

The overlord eventually gave up and started his parade of conquest and murder to satisfy his rage and frustration. Upon taking the country Izaku, Drago heard an interesting rumor that the Heavenflame Samurai walked the earth again, and resided only a few miles from the Chaos God's own location.

Drago didn't even wait a day before he sent wave after wave of his minions at the country Miiazu, attempting to see if he could find evidence to the supposed living Tokumaru. Soon enough he found from dying prisoners that his most hated foe breathed again.

This all lead up to how the overlord forced the Heavenflame Samurai out by sending him a letter to meet on the last day of October to finish this ancient battle.

Drago waited patiently, sensing a powerful aura heading in his direction as the sun began to be blocked out by large, ominous clouds. He grinned as Tokumaru emerged from the forest, his power visible to Drago's ancient eyes.

"Time waits for no one, Tokumaru..." Drago spoke clearly as he flexed his created humanoid flesh, preparing for a fight.

OoC: Ok, and we all know the rest of the talking from Safer's post, you're up!