god of darkness vs The Master of the under world

The last time we fought was about 11 months ago. Oni I hope you have trained hard in that time. I have been released from the under world to which the darkness claimed my soul a while back.

But that was then and now I’m in good shape...time to say hello once again oni!

ooc: Alright man You wanna take on Oni again your on XP Set up the Intro man.

OOC- I’m late because I can’t access the Zelda universe website form college… but I will post once a day.

IC- So the battle that left Gouki trapped in the dark and untamed, miserable world of souls and Demons, it’s the same battle that trapped both oni’s and gouki’s power is once again upon us.

Gouki looks up in the everlastingly direction of the blue/ black horizon. The sun is almost like a small insufficient star shining down on to this cold planet, The ironic part is the fact that this planet does not have any ice or snow on it’s surface but rather a mixtures of hard rocks and howling winds. The planet is natural dark due to the lack of sunlight. The cliff formation is awe inspiring to look at, Gouki rhetorical expression gives the indication that this time things will be different. His eyes look straight a head at the rising sun. Gouki mumbles “ I have come from beneath the grave and beyond and past the hellish gates of the under world, to which the god of war and magic had place me there for a 100 years”.

Gouki lips onto a platform he made him self out of the surrounding environment. “ If the God of war and Darkness wishes to challenge me this last fight then I shall have for felled the prophecy of the return of Master of under world.”

The ground began the shake and roar and the sky warped and changed, pure blackness rolled across the horizon consuming the light; all was black. His energy filled the air and purest form of evil took shape. Rising from the ground unseen in the darkness other then just a vague outline. Long white braids hanged down just below his shoulders, a strange crown that took the shape of his forehead, pulling his hair straight back with a crescent moon engraved in it. Coming to a sharp point over his head the crown stayed close to his face and head. Long earrings dangled loosely in the gentle breeze, that was being created from his body. Then the flaming green eyes that burned for eternity never producing heat, yet never dying. The long white garbs that hanged on his body never moving to the touch of the breeze; constantly hanging still on his small and thin frame. Then his trademark piece the long white fur scarf that was on his left shoulder, and hanged down to his ankles just hovering above the ground not daring to touch it.

This was Oni, Master Oni; the God of Darkness, master of souls and death. All three of his souls united into one. His power was indescribable, and for those unlucky who had witnessed it first hand had never survived to speak of it. The Darkness faded away into a nonexistence and there before the one called Gouki was the God himself. His face showed no expression, cartoon like creases marked his god like almost feminine face. He stood there silent and moments passed like decades between the two. For minutes he stood quiet making no more of a sound then the small amounts of breath escaping his face. He reamined this way for several more minutes, just staring at his adversary Gouki with eyes that burned with rage yet showed nothing of it.

Finally he spoke breaking the silence with a hammer of hateful words.
“You pathetic ingrate... How long with you chase me knowing you can never win. How long will you follow me in the pursuit to destroy me... You disgust me. You’re no better then a beaten dog that knows not to bite his master’s hand that feeds him. I can thrash you, kill you, even destroy your very existence within the blink of an eye.... Yet you keep coming back for more. You truly are a gluten for agony better yet a fool.” Gouki didn’t even flinch at his words only smiled to taunt him back.

“I’ll wipe that arrogant Smirk completely off your deviled face.” Oni spoke still his voice void of any emotion, and deep inhuman of any sorts. Thick with malice and dark energy. Oni stood there unmoving his cloths still as the dead though the breeze being created around him was strong and forceful. His eyes widened and the wind thrashed about the land towards Gouki in a controlled manner almost as if it was a physic burst of energy, in fact it was just that. Oni wasting no time concentrated his mind in the center of Gouki’s chest throwing him backwards.