.hack//SIGN Fan Fiction / .hack//LIMINALITY Fan Fiction / .hack//Legend Of Twilight Bracelet Fan Fiction ❯ Episode Three: .hack//Liberty ❯ Anointed ( Chapter 22 )

Chapter twenty-two- Anointed- The World

 

“Get UP!” Sircosgi heard a voice say. He rolled onto his side and stood up. Death looked around.

“Who said that?” The crosses descended, revealing that the four on them were awake.

“Who are you?” The four asked Sircosgi, who realized that with a different skin, he would be slightly unrecognizable. He laughed as he raised his arm.

“I am Sircosgi.” The four gaped.

“How?”

“It just is.”

“No,” Death interrupted, “the better question is how they're awake?” Sircosgi laughed at that one.

“I think that Ms. D would be proud.”
“What do you mean?”

“Injustice, book three: `Anointed from his own blood; the blood of the chosen one, he will arise with more power'” Sircosgi looked at his bloodstained robe. “Looks like I'm the chosen one. It also looks like my wounds have healed. Finally, it looks like you played right into my hand.” He smirked. “ When you made me suffer that blow, is allowed me to trigger an event that allows those who have fought against the Horsemen to regain their consciousness, with Casper as the only exception for she fought, and lost, against Chaos. This is only in The World however. I have to kill you to fully gain them back. So, in lieu of that: prepare to die.” He spread his legs apart, and clinched his fists by his hips. He closed his eyes and raised his head towards the heavens and began to cry out, his cry echoing through the room, and resonating in The World.

 

In Mac Anu the bell on top of the now disbanded knights began to toll. The river turned blood red. In all root towns the skies turned pitch black, and the sound of a bell ringing, mixed with a single cry, was heard. Then, silence.

The skies then receded to such a brilliant prism of colors most had to look away from the blinding light. The river in Mac Anu began to glow, and the bell rang much more urgently.

Two minutes later everything, except the sky, turned normal. That is, if you ignore the windows that appeared showing the fight that was occurring in Death's Temple. The windows that made everyone stop and watch. Except for the occasional cry or whisper there was no fighting, no talking, and no noise coming from the crowd, all were so fixated on what was happening.

 

At CC Corps, they were now kicking it in overtime. They couldn't move such a massive amount of people in such a short amount of time, and without the knights they couldn't block the windows off. Even worse was the fact that they couldn't locate Sircosgi. A bewildered programmer hit his head on a wall in frustration. He then did what everyone else was- he watched Sircosgi fight, because all realized that it was all counting on him.

 

Sircosgi stopped screaming. Death clapped his hands.

“Excellent show. But what purpose did it serve?”

“Simple.” Sircosgi opened his eyes. They were completely red except for the iris, which was completely white. Death took a deeper look at him.

“Yippee.” He said. “You changed your eyes. I am quaking in fear.” He said, sarcastically.

“That's not everything.” Sircosgi said as he marched up to Death, who extended his arms. Sircosgi grabbed a sword and ran Death through. Death laughed.

“It doesn't work, remember?” He scoffed as he pulled the sword out from his body.

This time it was crimson with blood. Death looked back up at Sircosgi, bewilderment in his eyes.

“How?”

“I am your balance. I am light. I am Life. I AM THAT IS THAT IS!” He cried out as he pulled out two axes. “So, the only question left is this: are you ready?”

“I died ready.” Death said. He rushed at Sircosgi, who swung out with both axes, yet had to change the trajectory when two corpses appeared, which left him open to an attack by Death, who swung at him. Sircosgi just laughed as he flipped sideways, the blade missing his leg by a mere half-foot. Sircosgi took opportunity of the moment and threw the axes at Death, making them stick in his chest. Death cried out in pain and anger.

“But how!” He cried out.

“It just is.” Sircosgi said. “It is who I am. I have the strength to fight and the will to survive; to live. So, Wanna Jack with the Ripper?” Sircosgi got an idea. He put two fingers to his forehead and levitated himself into the air. Death gaped at that, but then Sircosgi began to spin, his arms outstretched. Sircosgi formed a vortex, and caused a mini-tornado to appear. He set himself on the ground, and began to drive the tornado towards Death, who had recovered from his gaping, and sliced through the tornado, destroying it.

“Parlor Tricks!” He declared as the tornado disappeared. When he could see clearly he saw Sircosgi charging at him with two swords. The swords nicked his flesh before he could aptly deflect them, giving him a clear shot at Sircosgi's midsection, which he kicked with all his might. Sircosgi, his wind driven out, grabbed onto Death's leg, causing him to fall over and giving HIM a clear shot at his midsection, which he firmly planted his foot into, right on the wound he had put there. Death cried out again.

“You ass.” He said as he grabbed onto Sircosgi's ankle and twisted it, causing him to lose balance and have to somersault to another point, allowing Death to reclaim his halberd and face Sircosgi. Death smiled. “Thanks for playing.” He pointed the halberd at Sircosgi.

“Finis!” A beam shot out at Sircosgi, a beam that looked like black lightning. Sircosgi remembered his reading from the second book that depicted a similar spell, and its block.

“Rasbivali!” Sircosgi cried out, holding his palm towards the spell beam. The beam hit his hand directly, where it was absorbed and formed a small ball. Sircosgi looked back at Death.

“Ominous.” He tossed the ball into the air.

“Ragnarok.” The ball began to shine.

“Imminent.” It descended to the earth, and began to shape into a pole.

“Finis.” The form stopped shining. It was a blood red halberd, an item that Sircosgi picked up. Death clapped his hands again.

“Good show, but what did you do? You have a big, bad weapon? So do I!” Death laughed. Sircosgi merely grit his teeth.

“Let's play.” He charged towards Death, halberd pointed at his heart. Death laughed.

“I'll just deflect it.” Sircosgi laughed at that. Instantaneously, fireballs began to form behind Death.

“What will you do now?” Death just laughed.

“You don't get it! I. CAN'T. DIE!” The fireballs hit him, causing no damage, as he deflected Sircosgi's attacks.

“Yet I can harm you. Not as powerful as you thought.” He said before he rolled to a side and slicing at Death's shin, who jumped over the blade and swung downwards at Sircosgi. “Bad form, wotcher!” Sircosgi kicked upwards at Death's face, and scored a hit, but Death then kicked Sircosgi firmly in the groin. Sircosgi rolled around in pain, allowing Death to score a few stabs on him. He finally regained himself, and glared at Death.

“Cheap Shot!”

“Death is never foul; it is always proper. No one foully dies- they just die. It's that simple.” Sircosgi looked at the four on the crosses.

“I might have a shot at this.” He walked over to his point on the pentagram and looked at Death.

“It ends now.” He sliced his finger in the air. The four were released from their crosses and fell onto their spots. Sircosgi looked at them.

“Let's do this.” He looked at Death.

“AS King of Light, Hero of Ragnarok, and Dothacker, I hereby destroy your physical form.” He pointed his halberd towards Death. “Cut your hands open on this blade and place them on my robe for a second, only to get your blood on it.” He said to the four behind him, who did so. Sircosgi looked at Death again.

“You wish to take over The World, to become the new god. Well, eat this.” He winked.

“DAS RAGNAROKEN!” A blinding white light filled the room, centralized around a beam of pure light.

“Inside us all is the will to die. Yet, inside us is the purity and sanctity of one thing- the will to live. I show YOU what I bring to The World!” He shot the beam at Death, who merely put his palm up.

“Won't work.” He said caustically.

“Not unless I devote my entirety to it!” Sircosgi grunted, and looked at the four. “Hope this works.” He screamed as his entire body began to shine. The four continued to look. Sircosgi looked like a god. The five different bloods on his robe centralized on his heart. He raised his head towards heaven.

“SCHISM!” Sircosgi cried out. His physical body disappeared and was replaced by pure light. Death looked at this with shock.

“NO!” He cried out, as he realized what was happening.

 

Sircosgi had devoted his life force to become pure energy. The energy collected and concentrated until it was the size of a watermelon. It then began to flash the colors of the kaleidoscope as it flew towards him.

He could almost hear Sircosgi laugh at him as the particle hit his hand, which soon afterwards disintegrated. The beam flew straight through him, leaving a gaping hole that grew by the second. The light faded, leaving Sircosgi's comatose state form. Death crumpled on the floor.

“It can't be. How could I lose?” Badger walked over to him.

“Silly Horseman. The World is for AI's, Humans, and Hackers. Not viruses.” Death began to cry out in failure.

“IT CAN'T BE!” His entire body faded into darkness, and the darkness pooled into the fourth, and final, book. As soon as Badger picked it up, there was a clap of invisible thunder, one that knocked them off their feet. The field disintegrated, causing them and the dead Sircosgi to fall into nothingness.