Beginning of the End

              Azazel looked down to the rapier in his hand.  Ragnarok.  Without it, they never would’ve gotten this far.  With it, they risk Ratatoskr getting full control over the divine powers and destroying everything.  Azazel closed his eyes as a tear fell down his fur before standing up.  He knew what had to be done.

              The thundering overhead suddenly ceased as everything around the battlefield fell to silence.  Azazel glanced at his allies; he had warned them of what might have to be done to avoid any surprises.  As the half-breed turned his gaze back to their adversary, the insignia of a white tree was forming in his pupils and the crystals in the divine weapons began glowing brightly.

              “Ratatoskr…I’m not sure you realize this, but we actually do agree on one thing.”  A few steps forward.  Azazel could feel his body beginning to tremble as the magic from all of the divine weapons began flowing into him.  “The power of the divine…has driven this world…”

              Azazel raised Ragnarok high in the air as his allies surrendered their grip on their weapons, allowing them to float up and turn to energy.  The golden dragon’s eyes widened as he watched the energy merge with Ragnarok, turning the blade a brilliant bright white.

              “…for far too long.”  As Azazel finished speaking, he tightened his grip on Ragnarok.  The sheer amount of magic now contained felt ready to explode as he stabbed the blade into his own chest.  A massive surge of power erupted from Azazel as heavy gales picked up throughout the battlefield.  The sword had vanished from sight as massive wings of light replaced Azazel’s ryuukin wings.

              “Gotter…dammerung”

 

 

(Translation note: Gotterdammerung: “Twilight of the Gods”)