Kirby Brings the Light

The Sacrifice

Kirby, Dedede, and Meta Knight sat down in a circle around a woman tied by her waist, feet, and arms to a wooden pole. She was furious, and was desperately trying to break free. Ms. Parfaitlike didn't want to be here, or around this insane, unstable abominations from the deepest pits of the underworld. Even this wasn't enough to describe how deranged these monsters were. She knew exactly what they wanted with her and what they were going to do with her. She wasn't ready for the end. She wasn't ready to be sent away.

The penguin stood up, a grim, somber expression marking his face. "Kirbeh, we can't just go through with the plan! Even if we actually summon him, what will he think if he sees dat ders a corpse, and we are the only ones around to have caused a corpse to be in the middle of da room!" Dedede shouted, though he was fairly close to the others, enough so that a quieter-normal voice would have been heard if one were to speak in such a way. "Corpse? No, Dedede, you have it all wrong! There will be no corpse! Just a departed soul who will see and serve him! She'll be in a much happier place!" Kirby answered. He was so enthusiastic and about what? Murdering a person for a person who might not even exist? This thought was disturbing, to say the least. Meta Knight proceeded to chime in, "Are you seriously willing to kill a person just to serve a figure who hasn't appeared to take any notice or care for you? Do you not remember all of the awful things that have happened to you, your friends, and this very planet? If this being NV was all powerful, couldn't he have stopped these things for you if he actually cared?"

Looking back at his pink friend, the knight realized Kirby's face was blank. This was nowhere near usual for the puff. He normally was so expressive and cheery. Has his mission destroyed his mind, or, at least almost? "You dare say such of the almighty? I wouldn't be surprised if he were to kill you right here and right now just for suggesting such a disgusting, pathetic thing. Kirby said this all while still somehow keeping his blank expression, yet still lacing his sentence with enough venom to kill at least 5 people. He would stop at nothing, wouldn't he. He was hellbent on bringing a power too powerful for this world and its inhabitants. Though Kirby was strong, the way he spoke of this man made it sound as though he was too powerful for even Kirby, who could kill most gods with ease. If Kirby could still talk about a god in this way, just how much power does he have?

"Kirby, I can not let you do this. You would put everything at risk just to see this untouchable amount of power, and possibly be destroyed yourself. The negatives vastly outnumber anything good that might come from this situation." Meta Knight told the small pink puff, though he knew the puff wouldn't listen. Everybody and everything was doomed. Kirby proceeded to use the mic ability he had been saving for so long, now was finally the time to do it. The light shall come. "If we can't use a sacrifice to summon him," Kirby began, "I'll bring him down by other means."