Island of the dead. An mcd x oc collab story. ON HIATUS UNTIL FUTHER NOTICE!

Chapter 19: When gods are at play, trust no one.

"Never ever, trust the gods. You hear me you two?"
-Gold Diamondclaw to Ren and Nora.

"Gods' promises are empty. They betrayed us a long time ago."
- Jack Cromwell

Shadow realm. Ruins of the shadow city.

Viper trudged through the ruins of the once elusive city of shadows. The walls were made from crumbling pale yellow end stone as the ruined towers were made from once shining obsidian, now covered in dust. The fires that had devastated the city more then a millennium ago had long since gone out, yet the scars were all too hauntingly familiar. His heads hissed as they watched every nook and cranny there was. The bones had long since turned to dust, but the dark purple blood still lay splattered where they had fell. His tail swished left and right, carefully so not to knock down any of the remaining ruins. Shards of obsidian lay scattered in the streets, the fragments of a once great city lay shattered. He felt himself morph into a smaller form, a 6'10 foot male with dark grey hair, pale amber eyes and faint stubble across his jawline. He was dressed in a skin tight black shirt with brown trousers. He gives a faint grin, rubbing the stubble. He had a Bowie knife strapped to his side, which he drew and ran his finger across the sharp edge. Before returning to rubbing his stubble.
"Eh. It'll do. Good enough for me." Viper shrugged, his voice sounding deep and contorted. He kept on walking through the abandoned street, the echoes of his step loud in the dead streets.
He made it to the palace, pushing open the scorched ebony door to see Hollow standing there staring at the throne.
"What are you doing here Viper?" Hollow asked, turning to Viper who was sheathing his knife.
"Am I not allowed to visit the once biggest city in all the realms?" Viper asked, walking to look up at the now shattered obsidian throne. Hollow let out a sigh in defeat with a smile on his face while shaking his head.
"No. No you can't. But still....it's...odd...seeing you there..." Hollow said, crossing his arms.
"You know there's a new king of the shadows?" Viper asked, looking over at Hollow.
"What? Does he know about this place?" Hollow seethed. Eyes going completely black almost like Blackdread which terrified him, he shook his head. He could feel his mortal body shiver a bit, not from cold but of fear; odd, considering he was the god of it.
"No. Not at all. He's not even aware that this place existed. He's probably the strongest since Heron and Joshua."
"I heard he's the last Lycan alive. Is that true?"
"Yes.....unless you count that child....then he is the oldest left."
"Wow.....to think the noble line of the Lycans could be diminished by such a thing."
"Fate is a cruel joke. You and I know better then anything alive or dead in existence. Also...I've noticed you've taken a unhealthy....liking to the child of lady Ir-I mean lady Aphmau? Care to explain?"
Hollow sighed, looking up at the obsidian throne it looked oddly like the iron throne. He walked up to it before sitting on it, lighting a cigarette and placing it into his mouth. Viper chuckled, sucking on his grey vape pen and exhaling a large puff of smoke. Hollow exhaled, smoke slowly flowing out of his mouth like a slow winding stream.
"The war is about to start....who's side are you on Viper?" Hollow asked, hand closing into a fist as his skin started to ooze out a black liquid that transformed his skin into a black leathery hide. His eyes glowed red as black obsidian crown was forming over his head, inlaid with a single amethyst in the centre. A cruel sneer on his face.

The throne room of Sparta
Leonidas sat on his throne, golden crown inlaid with rubies adorning his dark oily hair. He lent his head on his up propped arm. His throne was made out of dragon steel and gold plating, it wasn't comfortable but it would do. Men in red armour and fur cloaks lined the walls, four on each side, Spartan Royal guards. They clasped their blades in front of them, they could have easily mistaken for just holding a single sword, but that would be a very deadly mistake. They stood completely still, almost like statues. Two Spartan hoplite flanked his two sides, spears and shield in tight grip while their short swords dangled from their belts. A man.....no....skeleton entered the room, adorned in black tattered robes while holding a scythe. Another person followed it, a woman with light green hair and pale skin. The Royal guard split their blades in two, twin scimitars that were forged out of only the best refined dragon steel, and advanced quickly but silently at the two of them. The Spartan hoplites ran in front of Leonidas, shield locked together and spears pointed. The woman let out a Yelp of surprise, stumbling away from the Royal guard while the skeleton readied a swing of it's scythe. Leonidas got to his feet, raising his hand and closing it into a fist.
"Halt! Seas sìos!" (Halt! Stand down!) Leonidas bellowed, though he was old he was still the king of the very land they stood on. The Royal guard backed up, locking their blades together and returning to their positions with silence. The other two hoplite unlocked their shields and returned to their positions, giving the two figures a very faint snake eye clearly wary of them. Leonidas sat back down, now sitting up straight then slumped back.
"Death and Nature....what brings you to my mortal kingdom?" Leonidas asked, the familiar stern cold voice being obvious. Death tilted his skull to the side, clearly not willing to speak. Nature spoke up instead, clearly shy.
"We need your help....the darkness...it's coming..." She nervously said. Leonidas raised his eyebrow, clearly interested.
"And what would you want me to do? I'm fighting my own war here." Leonidas asked, still sounding cold.
"Send your armies....they are the only army with the weapons necessary to vanquish Nihil's armies-" Nature was cut off by Leonidas leaning into her face, causing her to lean away on instinct.
"I am done fighting your battles for you Primordials....unless you can offer me something in return, that will be a no." Leonidas spoke, intimidation forged into his voice like steel.
"Steelbane sent us here. He said that you would help us." Nature whimpered, her heart slamming against her ribcage in the terrifying presence of Leonidas. She had been in the presence of Ragnarök once and that almost gave her a heart attack, this felt just like it but on a smaller scale. Leonidas lent back, standing up and grabbing his spear.
"Advisor Pericles!" Leonidas shouted, pulling off his crown and setting it onto the seat of the throne.
"Y-yes sir?" A man with orange curly hair and beard wearing a white purple stripped himation asked, clearly worried.
"Send a Raven to Cultarum (Cool05guy2000 OC) tell him that winds of war blow once again and I need him by my side. Blow the hunting horn to the northern werewolves, they'll know what is going on. Send a golden wyvern to the dragon isles, tell them to rally their elite and march to the Primordials' aid. And call for a war council meeting."
Pericles nodded, walking out and calling for the people necessary to do the King's orders. Leonidas pulled on his helmet, a standard hoplite helm with a red plume and a crown forged into the helmet. Nature looked up, seeing men with massive crooked swords in silver masks standing behind Leonidas.
"The Deathwatch...." Nature uttered, clearly taken away. The Deathwatch slammed their open hand against their chest plates, the hoplites slammed their spears against their shields while the Royal guard let out a harrowing cry.