Third Person Point of View
There was silence. The fighting ceased because of the anticipation but the tears of the allied teenagers flowed freely. All cried but one.
The Judge watched as her beloveds body turned into dust. Her expression was emotionless but inside she was screaming, begging for this all to be some sick part of a nightmare and that she would wake up in class to see PaperJam making fun of her. Inside she screamed for help.
But nobody came.
Her actions were slow and careful as she called on her magick to gather all of the dust at her feet and place it into a splash painted urn she had created. Once the clay pot was sealed Coraline hugged it and called on one of her allies. "Gradient."
The coldness of the Judge's voice made those around her flinch. She turned and held the urn towards him, "Use your strings and protect this."
Cautiously, the Annihilator did as he was told. He wrapped the urn in his strings and hung it from the ceiling away from the battleground. Coraline turned towards her enemy, her eyes shadowed by her flaming bangs. She sent out her orders, "Continue your battles. Don't get distracted by this. Stay positive because he wouldn't want us sad. No one touch Nightmare. He's mine."
With that last statement, the Judge charged at the King of Negativity. Her magic scythe morphed into a stygian black blade that doubled as a whip. This move and her words caught everyone off guard but the battles resumed nonetheless.
There were injuries on both sides yet, the only ones dusted were the shadow Papyruses and the Maker, PaperJam. Each Protector of the Multiverse now fought with an unmatched, intense vitality. One by one, Nightmare's minions fell but they weren't dusted. Instead, they were strung up next to their captured companion.
Following their leader's orders, the teenagers did not interfere with the fiercest battle of all. The Annihilator, the Keeper, the Tainter, the Polisher, and the Gleamer stood witb their backs to each other and fought off the shadow Paps to keep said leader safe. Well, safer. She was still fighting Nightmare, after all.
When it came to the Evil Sanses, Nightmare was definitely the stronges of the group. That's why he was the leader. He was the one who created the group and for the sole purpose of fulfilling the dark side of the prophecy. Yet now that it was coming true and this big battle was happening, he wasn't sure if he was making the right decision. Yes the negativity radiating off of this girl gave him great strength but, she was fighting with such a ferocity that he was struggling to keep up.
If the dark side of the prophecy did come to pass and the death of her lover really did break the Judge's mind, would he and the Multiverse be able to handle it? Honestly, Nightmare didn't give two flying fucks about the Multiverse. He just cared about himself. Well, he also cared about his brother, Dream, to some extent. While he may be corrupted, he wasn't completely heartless. Though, this didn’t matter right now. All that mattered at the moment was not dying.
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Cora’s Point of View
My mind was blank as I fought. It was like I wasn’t in control of my body, like I was on autopilot. All I could see in front of my eyes was PaperJam’s body crumbling to dust. He didn’t deserve that. He deserved to live and be happy, even if I wasn’t the one that could provide that happiness, and Nightmare took that away from him.
My soul floated in front of my body as I fought, though it blended into the decor of the room. It was pure black. Hatred. That’s what coursed through my non-existent veins. Hatred for the one called Nightmare.
I know it’s hypocritical, to tell my team to be positive and then fight with hatred but, I didn’t care about what happened to me. No one else was going to get dusted on my watch. At least, no one from my team. I would love to use MERCY but Nightmare threw that option away. Now, he had to FIGHT for his life. I whipped my sword at my adversary but he dodged it. I whipped again and again, pushing the king back towards that damned throne of his.
“You know I can feel your negativity. It’s powerful, delectable. Coming from any other deity, I wouldn’t care but, coming from you,” Nightmare chuckled, “I should have killed that boy sooner.”
My anger spiked and I charged at the viscous skeleton faster than his eye could track. My sword shrunk into a dagger and I held it to his throat. I could see the fear in his eye sockets. “I could kill you. Right here, right now.”
“That you could but, you won’t.”
“What makes you say so?”
“Because if you do, you’ll become just like me.”
“That may be true but,” I leaned in close and smirked at the skeleton, “I’m not playing nice anymore.” This statement was true. I wasn’t playing nice and to prove it, I dug the dagger into his cervical even more. Magick leaked out of the wound but I didn’t care. “You see, because of my father I know all of your weaknesses. I know all of your strengths,” I looked in Nightmare’s single blue eye, “and I know how to take the corruption away.” Once again, Nightmare’s eye filled with fear but this time there was a different emotion with it. Relief. He wanted to be uncorrupted. I scowled and summoned a new weapon.
It was a staff, much like his and Dream’s. The shaft of the weapon was silver and black and the top held a large, golden sun connected by stars to a silver crescent moon. I muttered out, “This will hurt. A lot,” and jabbed the end of my new weapon into Nightmare’s ribcage.
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