The Tale Of Varathia

Rage And Regret

Arilo looks out an open window and notices a rackety and withered staircase leading up to Number 1. 

¨Weird place for a staircase, oh well!¨

Arilo then hops outside the window and starts to progress up the old staircase. 

As he walks up he feels the steps slowly crumbling under each step so he picks up the pace. right as he reaches the window to number 1 the staircase completely collapses forcing Arilo to make a jump for it grasping the ledge of the window and pushing himself up and into an art room, paint all over the walls and canvas' everywhere. 

"Isn't life just a work of art itself?" The person turned around to face arilo, "sadly your life has an expiration, and yours is running out." The knight's black helmet had a paintbrush engraved onto it and there were paint splatters all over his dark armor. He waves his paintbrush around staring Arilo down.

Arilo stares at the person in armor, "so your number 1?"

"Indeed"

"so how are you number one?"

"none of your concern." The knight then waves his paintbrush in the air writing the word die in the air as the air open space in front of him became a canvas, he then made an X as the word flew at a plant on display. The plant withered away as slow as molasses, it looked like it was pleading for mercy but even mercy is afraid of death himself.

"Thanks for the demo." Arilo summoned his blade in one hand and his boxing wraps in the other. 

The knight wasted no time as he started spelling words like death, die, wither and bleed. Arilo dodged most but was hit by the word bleed as he coughed up blood from his bruised mouth pushing him back and almost knocking over an empty canvas. 

"My turn!" Arilo coughed as he dashed at an emasculate speed towards the knight as the knight quickly spelled the word shield as a giant blue translucent shield fell between Arilo before he could reach the knight as the knight chuckled. 

Arilo slammed into the shield almost knocking himself out due to the speed he was going but he gained his senses back and looked at the knight through his mask trying to figure out a way to beat him and his cockiness.

"Enough, I'm tired of waiting." A person dressed head to toe in pitch black behind number 1 and pats his shoulder as number 1 puts his brush down and walks off.

"Now Arilo, let the real battle begin." There was a faint red color inside the helmet eyes as Arilo stepped back in fear the person smirked and in the blink of an eye was behind Arilo and kicked him into some paint buckets and canvas' getting him covered in paint which somehow weighed him down more than he already was from the fear he had just felt. 

"Sephiran.." Arilo slowly stood up and looked into the king's eyes again, this time stepping forward. 

The king scoffed as they both instantly meet up in the center of the room their blades clashing with an unbearable clashing metallic sound as they both get blasted back sliding on the ground they go again and again each time getting blasted back further and further. The king chuckled as he then raised his hand. The ground shook as huge black spikes emerged and almost penetrate arilo and make him into a loli pop. Arilo retaliates by throwing his sword at the king. the king hit it out of the way but rapidly after that Arilo was right in front of him and he summoned his sword again and slashed down at the king's neck to stomach. Instead of dying, he disappeared into ink that stained the ground. 

"Well played Arilo. Maybe you are ready to take me on, then again that was a water down version of my true power." Sephiran emerges from the shadow with number one's head in his blood-stained hand. 

"he made a promise he could defeat you with one spell, this is what happens when you fail me." He tosses the lifeless head to Arilos feet Arilo looks down at the head in horror as he closes his for a second and steps in front of it looking at the king's beat red eyes

"I promise you, you're going to lose." 

"I see." There was a pause then a sigh, "Good luck."

The true king then takes out two small blades from his lower back as his eyes glow a bright and horrific red with rage, regret, and suffering. 

The true final battle has finally started.