Rise From The Grave; Who Woke Me Up...?

The first creature to be released from its coffin; the prison in which it had been long since contained, waiting for this day, was one of the Drakes of Fire; a 'Dragon Fist,' which harnessed a fraction of the infernal power of the Devil himself, burning in his knuckles. Where most dragons crawled on all fours, this one stood upright and did not breathe fire, but unleashed it from its knuckles, which would ignite the very moment the towering wyrm stepped forth from its prison.


"So..." it growled, glaring down at the puny creature that sought to oppose it, "YOU are the Forbidden One of legend that we, the Serpents, were meant to be felled by? This must be a joke."

The great drake stood 8 feet tall, with legs and arms the size of the man himself, and a proud, strong chest that it held out before it as its long neck arced over to look down at the man from over its puffed out chest. It clenched its fists, which would spurt flames as though they were its mouth, and consume its entire thick scaled arms in fire. He laughed at the tiny thing that stepped forth to oppose him, stomping one of its feet mightily to shake the very ground, crushing some of the skeleton bones that littered the once completely pitch black lair. "You look more like DINNER to me!!"

The Dragon Fist's eyes grew wide with anger as it tried to speak its slanderous words of hurt Pride and Wrathful retort at the puny creature, finding that it could say nothing and only listen to it and hear all of the things that it did not wish to hear. No, it wanted to hear of how GREAT and MIGHTY it was, and in the tone of this boy's voice, it seemed as though he thought it a WEAK and INFERIOR creature!! The nerve of him... He would be taught that this creature had ALL the great strength of the MIGHTY DRAGONS burning in its fists!!!

The rising anger caused the flames wrapped around its arms to spiral nearly out of control and, as it raised its fist in anger, would deliver a swift and powerful blow with all the great fury of the mighty dragon, enough to plow straight through the solid earth they stood upon and with a fiery burst that would char the very bones of every unfortunate skeleton that was unlucky enough to be under it; including that of the wretched boy that saw himself so much mightier than the creature he should have been BOWING to! Swift justice would come to him with the strike of the heated fist of which this creature was prided with its name, and he would watch as his bones were ground to dust and his corpse burnt to ash under the smoldering 'Dragon Fist!'

The Dragon Fist, after having been rather swiftly outsmarted and snatched up square by the neck and slammed into the ground, would not have gone out so easily. Was he a dragon, or wasn't he? No, this battle would not so easily be won by the impetuous child that stirred and incurred his malevolent draconic Wrath and hurt his great drake Pride. After being taken down, and even having his weak spot exposed, he would not be giving up that easily. In fact, he was not only much larger than the puny man, but by far much stronger, and shouldn't have been put in a situation to be made to look like anything weaker than he was; a great Fire Dragon with the power of Wrath in his fists.

His arms were engulfed in flames once more, fueled by his Hatred for this pesky man and his cunning, and would slam his two fists to the ground to shoot himself up his feet with a great burst of flame. He would, at that point, allow the man to hang from his neck and would raise his hands up to crash them together before his chest, pounding the poor boy and his frail human shape to dust betwixt his mighty and explosive 'Dragon Fist!!!'

The next of the flaming hellspawn, that had been watching the battle from the shadows, emerged from his throne of darkness with a hellacious light that harbored all the burning fury of Wrath itself, as though it were the monster in physical form. This one was far larger than one of its measly little weak dragons and, with all its malevolence, would look down upon the man who thought he had any sort of power.

"Do not think that just because you conquered one of my pets that you are anywhere near out of this pit yet, boy..."


What gazed at him now, eyes smoldering and body eternally alight with its own fiery fury was Wrath itself, of whom was already exceedingly infuriated that anyone would have so easily taken down one of its greater beasts as though they were nothing but a weak fool. That was nothing short of despicable and would not go unpunished. "I am the Punisher. And for your insolence, you will taste the flames of Hell, my boy." He stood several meters high, legs made of nothing but pure fire and a body constructed of the tortured, charred bones of all the dead who had fallen to the flames of Wrath at the ends of their lives, as well as their souls that eternally powered those flames. There were hundreds of thousands, merely from War itself, and they would burn for all time in these fires without ever knowing any rest. The mournful, painful cries of woe and screams of intense dread could be heard faintly over the incredible *FWOOSH* and *FWASH* of the flames that licked every part of the once dark chamber. A convoluted mass of fiery faces of torment could be seen overlapping each other in the light of the flames, as if each one were the eternal demise of the next, lighting each other over and over and over again, whilst the entity that they formed merely sat there and contained them, facilitating their suffering for their Sin that we he.

"You will be a priceless addition to my collection of ignorant fools. Prepare yourself; I, the Punisher, will be swift in delivering to you the sound justice that is the end of your putrid life."

"Is that so, you arrogant fool?" the flaming overlord of Wrath spoke with contempt, "... Were you just so long ago filled with the same Wrath you seek to fight against? For these 'evil' creatures that I have trapped within my belly? What a hypocrite..." The flames would become hotter around the boy, and the souls of the tormented would continue to wail in agony as the heat of the great fire grew furious with hatred for his ways, "It is those like YOU ThatI DETEST THE MOST!!!"

With each woeful cry, the power of the beast that they fed would grow hotter and brighter, until the shape of a dragon's head burst from its chest and circled round the lair and littered it with the souls of the tormented burning spirits that were lost to Wrath; be it of their own or that of someone else.



The pitch black rib cage of the Punisher loomed over each of them, crashing into the ground and creating a prison that kept them as fodder for its great and powerful fury.

"IT'S PEOPLE LIKE YOU THAT MAKE THESE FOOLS SUFFER!! WHO BRINGS THEM INTO THEIR SUFFERING!!!"The more angry the creature became, the more torture the Punisher inflicted upon them, the flames of its fiery Wrath bursting through the cage walls with the ferocity of the dragon's fury. "NOW YOU MUST WATCH THEM SUFFER FOR YOUR INSOLENCE!! AND YOU WILL SUFFER WITH THEM!!! SO BURN, IGNORANT CREATURE!!!"

Each of the flaming spirits reached through the barriers of the cage, consumed by the same hatred that they were trapped by for the man who angered this monster enough for it to burn them even more. Where they could not escape, could not die, but could feel every agonizing corona as though their flesh were still intact; as though it were their very flesh itself. Their eyes of fury gave the Wrath beast more infernal power of which the towering creature would do nothing with but slowly encroach its coiling body around the boy who harbored no room for escape. Things were heating up fast...

"HUH!!" it snorted, silenced quite thoroughly by the words of the unprovoked vessel, "... Hruh... Hrmm!!" The creature found no words for him, but in that, it made its anger grow greater. "Hrhhh... Hruh... HMMM!!!" It huffed and puffed, taking these words to heart. "Hypocrite? ME?! How... I... Detest such..." The dragon paced about, trying to find a... a... a flaw in this speech from these child, only to come to the conclusion that each word he said was not only without anger to fuel the beast, but also filled with truth. That, in and of itself, was enough to incur the creature's wrath.

"Hrrr!!! HRRR!!!" It started to flare up again, refusing to believe that its defeat was so simple; so easy... Or that this one was so powerful to the extent where his words would just be able to do it. It wanted to be angry, but it did not want to prove the boy was right about it being a hypocrite, especially after it had just said how it detested those types... Blatantly spoken AGAINST them, only to be proven to be one himself; just as he'd done to the boy. "Give ME a command...? I will keep them in captivity FOREVER if you EVER threaten me, BOY!!!" As to not appear weak and feeble, it would keep its OWN wrath powered by its slaves. "However, I will humor you and your words." The monster stood inflamed, flames roaring as proudly as its tongue, incinerating the souls even more. "WELL?! TAKE THEM FROM ME, IF YOU DARE!!!" Naturally, because it needed rage as its fodder, all it would do would be to enrage the man on purpose. Such is how this monster thought, fought, fed and functioned; only in Wrath.

The eyes of the great dragon of fire widened at what he saw happening; someone actually WILLINGLY taking in the heat? For the sake of ANOTHER? All of their scornful feelings, their hateful, slanderous words and violent behavior... He was... He was actually willfully drawing it from them? And what was worse; it was actually WORKING!

"HRRRR!!! You FOOL!!! Do not think it will be so EASY!!!" However, what he said was correct, yet again; the strength that the great dragon of fire boasted was... Well, it was souped up by the souls of those that he had collected over the course of infinity. No, if he wanted to really prove how weak and pitiful this insolent little cur was, he was going to have to let them go and destroy him on his own, to the fullest extent of his power. "FINE!!! I will defeat you on your own level and your own terms, and when I obliterate you, I will snatch their weak souls RIGHT back up!!! They have NO control and NO knowledge of how to cease my rage when it seeps into their hearts, so I have no fear! YOU are the one that I must take out!!!" Yes, this boy here was the most threatening creature...

"Hr?! Huurhh!? A threat?! No... No, you CAN'T be a threat to ME, the PUNISHER!!!" To even think that these thoughts were being conceived... Regardless, he had a point to prove to him that he was not so weak as what the foolish one may have believed him to be. And so, willfully, Wrath would release them from their shackled and burn away his cage, letting all the souls he'd collected roam free. And, at that moment, he would be nothing more than pure fury; sustained and powered by himself. "THERE!!! Now, let me see how much heat you can TRULY take, foolish one!!!"

Once he decided to take on the punishment of the innumerable souls of the past, the pitch black cage would crash down upon him and ignite, all of the flames condensing and concentrating around his body, seeking to sear his body, mind and spirit with the amassed fury of the entire planet throughout the timeline of days past. "You will be my my most PRIZED possession... And once I possess you, you will go into the streets with a Blazing Knuckle to infect the insidious vermin you have fought so hard to protect. Now." He would draw out the hatred of every being that had been infected and focus it on this single point, letting the flames burn so hot, their light and heat could no longer be comprehended; to the point where he would be burnt out of this existence; out of this dimension. A complete realm of nothing but fire. punishment, pain and suffering; Hell itself. (Spirit Barrier; Numel)

"You arrogant little...!!" And again, at every turn, even when faced with imprisonment and all sorts of things that should have, by now, thrown him over the edge, he sat there and pretended like they weren't aggravating to him. "I'll expose you for the fraud you are! I'll do whatever it takes to make you upset!!! YOU ARE NOT ABOVE ME!!! NOW BE UPSET!!" He insisted, the flames swirling around him... And yet, the words he said seemed to get to the Punisher yet again, who could not help but realize that he was, again, doing everything that he hated.

"Ugh... Rhh... GAH... YOU... I WILL DESTROY... I mean... I... YOU... Ahh..." Wrath, as it tried to comprehend this logic it was presented with, would start to die down, becoming less and less infuriated of its own will, yet becoming more enraged that it was not enraged, and finding that its own contradictory existence was destroying itself. The same Wrath that he hated, as was stated, was killing him, due to him hating himself and all who took on the Wrath. Therefore, logically, he could do nothing but... Appreciate this person who had not indulged in the wrath and, well... Fizzled out. And, without saying a word, the flames would completely go dark, as would the cage; returning to ash and releasing the boy from his prison. The Wrath had been destroyed by its own mind and existence that it hated so much. And because it hated itself so much, it had no choice but to extinguish itself inside of the one who Absorbed it all. (Memory Crush King; Eye of Truth; Nightly Garbage Run; Charmeleon)

After Wrath was defeated and the Pit returned to darkness, from the coffin in his shadow would a swift, but sly wind spurt forth, leaving a whispering trail of hisses as it slithered through the darkness in its slight gust. It seemed shapeless, at first; being nothing but a concentrating of air current compacted and hurdling around in order to draw attention to itself, yet at the same time, leaving its hisses slithering about the atmosphere in all sorts of different directions that away from its own location. This was known as a Whispering Wind; a whirlwind of words.


Its whispers echoed off of every wall of the cavernous room and masked its true position; it was as quick as the wind and its whispering words were left behind and all around, so one could not find where it truly was coming from, nor where it was going, nor where it was at any real given time.

The swift snaking silence stirred about the lair everywhere that it remained dark, daring not to come out into the light that was illuminated by the man's flaming fists. Instead, because this creature was more cunning than it was strong, it would cast more of its whispers off in the direction that it was not, turning the boy's attention toward that direction. *Over here* Its voice would call from beyond as it would strike at him from behind whilst he was distracted, swirling about his arms in a silent slickness that would seem only a swift gust of wind, effectively suffocating his flames and slithering off into the darkness. Its contemptuous giggles could be heard in the distance, bouncing off of each wall and still effectively masking its true position.

The Whispering Wind could see that he was looking for it still, but something seemed different about his demeanor now. He wasn't just looking around blindly anymore, but it seemed like he was intent on not being distracted. However, being a serpent, this creature would put this focus of his to the test and see if he would still fall for the okie-doke. This time, instead of sending one of its whispers out toward him, because his light was shining brighter, it would be able to slip right past before his eyes in order to gain his attention, but not too close where he could strike it, since the luminescent flames were now brightening his area more than they were before. He would see the condensed wind slide right by from the dark into the light and then right back into the darkness, leaving a trail of contemptuous giggles the same as it had done before, then went completely silent in order to see what he would do, watching from the darkness.