Beast is Holy
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PG
G-13
This is my first fanfic ever, so any and all criticism is welcome
Prologue
His voice echoed across the bleak marble room. “Kukuku, you fail to see what true power really is, don’t you?” The man from which these cold words were spoken stood at what seemed to be 5 feet and 8 inches. He had a sarcastic look upon his face, and looked to be 35 years old. He wore black leather shoes, a pair of blue jeans, and a brown faded shirt hidden underneath of a brown drench coat which reached down between his kneecap and his ankles, and appeared to be torn at the seems at the bottom. He had black hair, which he let fly loose in the breeze which flew in through a whole in the left wing wall.
This man was called “Roga”, meaning wolf, by everyone who knew who he was. This name was given to him due to the fact that his ultimate tool of destruction was what appeared to be a wolf, which caused disaster to strike whenever it show its face. This man, Roga, was the head of what was thought to be the most dangerous and fierce criminal organizations in the entire world. The crime syndicate known as “Pangaea”, one world, which was bent on the destruction of anything and everything in order to meet their one goal, conjoining the world into one big super continent.
Kneeling on the other side of the room was a man who seemed to be in his late 50’s. He had short white hair, and wore a pair of hiking boots, blue jeans, and a plain white t-shirt. He had a mixture of blood and sweat dripping down his face, which had a look of sorrow and failure on it. Upon hearing these words from Roga, he feel to the ground face down, only to have these words mumbled in his last breath.
“I may die today, but the dream I have will be carried out by the true holders of this worlds future, the children! They will never allow you to get away with your villainous deeds….” After muttering the final word of his courageous statement, he lie motionless on the marble tile that surround him on all sides.
“Kukuku, that’s just the answer that I was expecting from an old man like you. You keep telling yourself over and over again that if you believe in those children, then they will be able to kill me and stop my ingenious plans. But there’s one thing that you failed to comprehend in your useless life,” As he was saying this, he walked over to the old man, and lifted him up by his collar, so that his dead lifeless eyes were level his, “true power, which is needed in order to defeat a man of my caliber, isn’t born from hope and belief. It’s born from hate, desire, and most importantly, the passion to destroy all obstacles in your way!” As he finished telling this to the motionless body, he spat in the mans face, and threw it across the room.
“Kal!” Roga called. Upon hearing his name, a tall, muscular man came out of nowhere in the blink of an eye and stood on one knee behind Roga.
“Yes, master. You called?” Muttered the man known as Kal.
“Mmm, dispose of that body over there, and let the other three know that the due to unseen forces, the plan has been severely damaged.” He said as he nodded to the dead body of the man who he just moments ago was talking with.
“Master, as you say”, was all Kal said before walking over to the body, examining the face before picking it up and exiting the room the same way in which he had entered.
“Well, you did manage to succeed in something after all old man. All the years, the blood and sweat that I lost, you destroyed it in a single attack. Unfortunately for you, I have copies of all the blueprints for my plan stored in a number of safes, so even if you did destroy the actual machine, I can have a new one built within a 5 year period. Seeing as the original machine took 15 years to build, this is a small price to pay to achieve my plan, my plan of the ultimate Pangaea!” As Roga spoke these words, the wolf from which Roga got his name came up to him, and laid down next to his left leg, sprawled out along floor. “Rest now Absol, for by the months end we start again on our plan to create a perfect world.”
And with saying this, he turned to walk out of the room, stopping to look out of the hole in the marvelous wall. As he looked out of the wall, a tear developed in his eye, and trickled down his cheek.
G-13This is my first fanfic ever, so any and all criticism is welcome
Prologue
His voice echoed across the bleak marble room. “Kukuku, you fail to see what true power really is, don’t you?” The man from which these cold words were spoken stood at what seemed to be 5 feet and 8 inches. He had a sarcastic look upon his face, and looked to be 35 years old. He wore black leather shoes, a pair of blue jeans, and a brown faded shirt hidden underneath of a brown drench coat which reached down between his kneecap and his ankles, and appeared to be torn at the seems at the bottom. He had black hair, which he let fly loose in the breeze which flew in through a whole in the left wing wall.
This man was called “Roga”, meaning wolf, by everyone who knew who he was. This name was given to him due to the fact that his ultimate tool of destruction was what appeared to be a wolf, which caused disaster to strike whenever it show its face. This man, Roga, was the head of what was thought to be the most dangerous and fierce criminal organizations in the entire world. The crime syndicate known as “Pangaea”, one world, which was bent on the destruction of anything and everything in order to meet their one goal, conjoining the world into one big super continent.
Kneeling on the other side of the room was a man who seemed to be in his late 50’s. He had short white hair, and wore a pair of hiking boots, blue jeans, and a plain white t-shirt. He had a mixture of blood and sweat dripping down his face, which had a look of sorrow and failure on it. Upon hearing these words from Roga, he feel to the ground face down, only to have these words mumbled in his last breath.
“I may die today, but the dream I have will be carried out by the true holders of this worlds future, the children! They will never allow you to get away with your villainous deeds….” After muttering the final word of his courageous statement, he lie motionless on the marble tile that surround him on all sides.
“Kukuku, that’s just the answer that I was expecting from an old man like you. You keep telling yourself over and over again that if you believe in those children, then they will be able to kill me and stop my ingenious plans. But there’s one thing that you failed to comprehend in your useless life,” As he was saying this, he walked over to the old man, and lifted him up by his collar, so that his dead lifeless eyes were level his, “true power, which is needed in order to defeat a man of my caliber, isn’t born from hope and belief. It’s born from hate, desire, and most importantly, the passion to destroy all obstacles in your way!” As he finished telling this to the motionless body, he spat in the mans face, and threw it across the room.
“Kal!” Roga called. Upon hearing his name, a tall, muscular man came out of nowhere in the blink of an eye and stood on one knee behind Roga.
“Yes, master. You called?” Muttered the man known as Kal.
“Mmm, dispose of that body over there, and let the other three know that the due to unseen forces, the plan has been severely damaged.” He said as he nodded to the dead body of the man who he just moments ago was talking with.
“Master, as you say”, was all Kal said before walking over to the body, examining the face before picking it up and exiting the room the same way in which he had entered.
“Well, you did manage to succeed in something after all old man. All the years, the blood and sweat that I lost, you destroyed it in a single attack. Unfortunately for you, I have copies of all the blueprints for my plan stored in a number of safes, so even if you did destroy the actual machine, I can have a new one built within a 5 year period. Seeing as the original machine took 15 years to build, this is a small price to pay to achieve my plan, my plan of the ultimate Pangaea!” As Roga spoke these words, the wolf from which Roga got his name came up to him, and laid down next to his left leg, sprawled out along floor. “Rest now Absol, for by the months end we start again on our plan to create a perfect world.”
And with saying this, he turned to walk out of the room, stopping to look out of the hole in the marvelous wall. As he looked out of the wall, a tear developed in his eye, and trickled down his cheek.
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