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The Resolutions of 132/5 - The Pride (Vanity Remix)
I strummed my guitar.
It twisted and morphed into a sword, but it maintained it's strings and playability. Blue flames blazed all around it, and I brandished it at my foe.
Pride gave me a demonic smirk, and put his blades into an X shape.
The Pride (Vanity Remix)
There was a loud screeching noise, and a reddish-black aura sprung up around Pride and his weapons.
"Vanitas? Like, one of the Great Twenty?"
"Yes. Except...there isn't a creature sealed in here. Rather, it's my strongest emotions and thoughts...Vanitas is Latin for Vanity."
"Ah...pride and vanity...I get it."
If possible at this point, his grin went even wider, and he got into a different, lower stance.
I blocked every single strike he made from his blades, and he reappeared behind me. I turned to face him, wearing a smirk of my own.
"Good job, good job..."
He dashed towards me, and using the blade in his right, he lunged for my heart. I parried it away, and slashed for his chest- a move he swiftly ducked under and countered with his left. I backflipped over it, and he was finally open. I cut him across the back, and he leaped forward to stop further damage. He turned around just in time to see the blade I had slashed for his face, and he managed to avoid it, leaping as far back as he could.
"Bastard..." he muttered, wiping blood from the cut I had made just below his eye. His confident aura was gone. He was pissed.
That's right...I've hurt his pride...I got this battle won.
"Now tell me, who are you?"
He rolled his eyes.
"I am The Pride. Or if you want to keep it simple, Pride."
"I get that. But what do you want with me?"
"It's not what I want with you. It's what I want with the scythe-wielders. I know what you all are planning. You're trying to kill Evoltsul, and I'm afraid that that gets in the way of my plans. It was just fine, before...but now all of the Great Twenty have wielders again, which means you're a threat. The Council's Third Number, correct? Christopher, your adoptive brother, bought back to life?"
"That's right. And I'm not going to let you hurt my little brother or any of my friends!"
"You see, that's where you could take some advice from me. I am Pride and Vanity. Arrogant, true. Self-absorbed, hell yeah. But you see, the most important thing in the world to me is my own well-being, not anybody else's."
My eyes widened, and he slashed his left sword through the air, leaving a "\"-shaped dark energy wave. He followed with his right, forming an "X".
"Goodbye, Stooben Rooben."
I didn't have time to react as the combined energy waves blasted into my body, splitting open my chest.
My blood splattered to the concrete. My vision began to fade.
Pride sheathed both halves of Vanitas, and the dark aura surrounding him faded away. A pure-white portal formed behind him, the polar opposite to the ones that the Reapers made usage of.
"You're dead, Stooben Rooben. Or should I say, Patrick Munson? Don't worry. I'll send your little brother along soon."
"N-no..." I reached my hand forward, but at this point, I could barely see. My sword fell to the ground, and the blue flames flickered away as it turned back into a guitar. Pride turned his back, and stepped into the portal, which promptly winked out behind him.
My eyes closed, and I fell to the concrete in a puddle of my own blood.
Left to die.
|The Resolutions of 132|
|Chapters||The Pride: Intro • Mesmerize • Mad World (Hold My Head, Drown My Sorrow) • Memory • The Pride • The Pride (Vanity Remix) • Brother • Skitzy • The Pride 2 • The Pride 3 • The Pride 4
Elect The Dead: Empty Walls • Scorpions and Scarecrows • Hypnotize • Kill Rock 'n Roll • Sins of The Father • Blind • Old School Hollywood • Left of Center • Elect The Dead