Return of Gerlad's Legacy

Chapter 15:Blood Family

Shade and his companions exited the elevator shaft they had been in for the past five minutes. The door had revealed a vast forest on the outside of St. Petersburg. Shade could see explosions over the city. "Uncle has begun," he said simply. They marched through the forest and found themselves over a ridge overlooking St. Petersburg. Shade looked below them to see marching Arms with massive cannons and what looked tanks. He looked up into the sky to see a large winged figure being silhouetted in the moon light. A laugh rolled through the battlefield. Shade shivered at the laugh as its cold grip pierced his heart. A hand flowed its way into his and he griped tightly. He didn't have to look back to know who it was who was holding his hand. He knew the moment she touched him. He also knew that his face was probably red as blood, but thankfully it was so dark and the action below him, no one would've noticed.

"Shade," said the soft voice of the owner of the hand he now held in his.

"Hmm," he replied.

"I know your strong, but," she stuttered a bit, he could hear her fear and feel everyone else's, "h-how do w-we take down that." Her free hand bought up a trembling finger to the silhouetted monster.

Shade griped her hand tighter as if in some protective gesture. "Don't worry," he said reassuringly though in his mind he had no clue, "Black Doom could be killed, so I'm sure that his son can be killed." He felt himself choke on his own words. There were two sons of Black Doom. If Umbra could be killed, that meant . . . Shadow could be killed too.

Umbra stood atop a spire of the Church of the Savior on Blood. With this spot he didn't have to waste energy flying and he could easily have a tremendous vantage spot for the entire siege. He enjoyed being back in his real body for a change. All that white skin instead of his glorious scales that could rip some of that skin off a human with just one rub. Flat teeth instead of his daggers which were his teeth. A bare back instead of his godly wings of which he could soar and be freer than any human. And flat feet instead of his double-jointed ones that allowed him to slip by any unwanted guest. And his staff with its own gem that gave it power, like a Chaos Emerald with so much power, but it could not produce that much power. Yet still, the gem in his staff could supply him with more than enough power to deal with these simple humans. But it did not suffice to power the Eclipse Ray. That would need something with a bit more kick: a Chaos Emerald. But not just one. He would need all of them to take what he wanted. He knew that one was held in a vault in an old Soviet Armory that had been locked down for years, at least that's what people thought. During his time as Robert, Umbra found the location of every Chaos emerald except the Master Emerald. Six of the Emeralds were on this planet, and the last one, the red one was safely secured aboard the Black Comet.

Thankfully, that annoying brother of his was finally out of the way. He should have gotten rid of him all those years ago, but he had needed to mix Shadow's blood and his own to try and revive his father. Unfortunately, Shadow's full power had been locked by losing one of his golden bracelets at the factory and blocking his power behind a wall of thick stone. So he could not complete the process of returning the Overlord of the Black Arms to glory.

Of course, it was too bad Shade and Crystal had to go up in the explosion along with the rest of Prower Command. Umbra knew they escaped the White House for he felt the Chaos energy radiating from the place. But no such surge had been felt again from Prower Command. No, it would be impossible even for that idiotic brother of his to survive one of these human's nuclear weapons, let alone his children. Bu they could have been useful. An epiphany of usefulness.