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And there he was, The Second Coming, watching all of his friends die.
And he couldn't do anything about it! He couldn't stop the blade piercing trough his friend's bodies, he couldn't stop the spiders pilling on top of The Chosen One's body, he couldn't stop this massive form of evil, the so called "Dark Lord".
He could only sit and watch their last attemps at life, watch their scared eyes as death took over all of them, and watch their bodies slowly fade away. And to think that only a few hours ago, he was just helping Alan with some animation while his friend's where alive and having fun, was almost impossible for him.
Of course, The Dark Lord didn't forget about him, and in a moment of distraction his toughts where interrupted by a blade trough his chest and an inmersive amount of pain. He fell to his knees, shocked by this sudden event. The Chosen One watched as his last hope of survival crumbled down at the feet of his ex best friend, his heart aching at the life they could have.
But The Second Coming did not want to give up, this was not going to be the end of it! With all of the forces that he had left, he tried to hit The Dark Lord , but he brushed it of and turned him over to sink the blade deeper into his chest, intending to finish him just like his friends. The Second Coming hit him again, and this time, annoyed at his pathetic's tries of avenging his friend's, The Dark Lord threw The Second Coming into the air and began repeatedly slashing and cutting into the skin of the orange stickman. Finally, satisfied by his achievements, he finished what he started by throwing The Second Coming's barelly concious body into the wall of the cliff and pierce his chest with the infamous blade.
The Dark Lord,thinking this was the end of it, and that his plan's where finally going to succeed, oppened the portal's to the internet and commanded his beloved spider's to infect the online world. What he did not expect was a flash of green instantly cut trough all of those previously mencioned arachnids.
You see, in those short second's of distraction, an infinite rage took over The Second Coming's body,powered by the tought of his dying friend's,by the thought of Alan's safety being in danger, and the thought of his new found friend. This rage filled every part of his body, but not even that was enough to contain such force of desire to slash and tear trough the body of the red stick figure, to sink his theeth into the arm of his opponent, like a wild animal, and enjoy his pleads for mercy as he cried and cried.
The Second Coming, blinded by rage, did not feel how his body began to transform, and, before losing himself, all he remembered was seeing red. Wings tore and emergerd trough his back, a fine green membrane shining and glittering with the sun. Horns of a similar colour quickly appeared, curling around themselves, and a tail grew, long and slim, ending with two "fins" at each side. Spikes grew all along his back, sharp theeth appeared, and claws took place upon his hands
The Dark Lord looked confused for a second and looked around, only to find a very draconian looking orange stick figure, staring directly at him with eyes filled with rage and rage only. He didn't even had time to process what was hapenning before this creature lurched himself towards him and head butted him with hard horns. The Dark Lord shrieked as he fell backwards, but quickly gained control back and positioned himself to counter attack.
He reunited his thoughts and concluded that this attacker was no one else but the kid he thinked he killed a few moments ago. He knew something was off since he didn't die in one hit. His trail of thoughts were suddenly interrumpted as sharp theeth bit him right on his shoulder, and blood leaked trough said body part. He tried to pull him away, but thath only made things worse, so he stabbed him in his stomach, and The Second Coming backed away.
The Dark Lord wasn't a coward, so he took the opportunity and launched himself towards this figure. The other one quickly reacted and began to beat his wings to get away from him. The red figure took pleasure in thinking that he finally beacame the hunter again, but was shocked as his prey turned back, ready to headbutt him again. When he realised this, he also turned back, but the other one was quicker and hit him right in the back, launching him towards the cliff.
Now his entire torso hurt, and the arm of wich he had the blade hurt each time he made a small mouvement. He managed to land safely but the relief of a safe place did not last long beacause when he looked back a small figure pinned him to the ground with a claw tightly wrapped around his neck, chocking him. The Dark Lord grabed the scaly arm and pulled away, but as soon as he managed to regain his breath a claw slashed across his head and pulled him into the air.
Blood leaked trough his entire body as The Second Coming slashed and hit and bit across every part of him, and at one point he left him there, suspended in the air, quickly flew upwards, formed a ball with his body and rolled in the air to land on top of him, his sharp spikes rolling across his body, imitating a sawblade.
The Second Coming did everything he could possibly think to do, and yet all of that still couldn't fill his hunger for revenge. He needed him dead, and now. The Second Coming was quick to fly a few meters away, and reunited all of his anger, rage, sadness, every emotion he felt, and concentrated all of that into a green fire forming inside his mouth, more powerfull and hot than any regular fire. He let out a blodd curling scream, or much rather a roar, and watched as it consumed The Dark Lord, finally satisfied with his achievements.
Now, there was only one thing left to do. The Second Coming glided over the small base of his enemy, and entered his computer. He slowly tiped some digits and words, and succesfully revived his friend and managed to bring Alan's cursor back on this world before promptly passing out.