#frejasdoomsday

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"We should do this more often, I find it quite enjoyable."

(You don't even know how not sorry I am)

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War Chant of the Dammned

"Come little souls, come to me

Good and useful you will be

From your bodies you will seep

and over the dead you shall creep

To seek revenge on those who live

And take gleeful pleasure in those held captive

Now come and let us make a deal

With your last life's blood you will seal

As payment for these deeds you've wrought

You shall join this war that you had fought

Now join with me in battle together

For now you'll fight for me forever heheheh..."

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(EVEN MORE WAR BATTLE MUSIC!)

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Begining of the End

The King pushed aside the ball light with a flourish of his wing. Dark, needle-like shadows sewing the few burning holes it left back together. "Hmhmhmhmm" The King giggled in voice that grew increasingly cold with building dread in the air. A fear so intense that even the roaches feasting on the corpses fled."-perhaps that my have hurt had you not soiled your purity with that dark type my dear." The King size and firery aura now swelled with arrival of the Lord. The flame form it spreading like a plague over the heaps of fallen bodies, eating away and leaving only the brittle bones. He took another few crushing steps over to Freja, who's smile wavered for a moment, before she called for an assault from her Togekiss. The King beamed with dark joy. "Another waste my dear-" He chided back as the fairy birds collided with his aura. Their screams where music to the King's ears as his aura ate away like acid at their flesh, their blackened bones falling down to join the others.

He now let out a spin chilling laugh and Dark Pulse. Hoping that this would at least make thing a little interesting.

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(Ballad songs for the war!)

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"My daughter is fighting, kalos is on fire and the king is on his way..." If the throbbing in his chest wasn't causing him to want to keel over, the lord of darkness would have been rather satisfied with the situation, but the pain was getting worse. His claw lifted to his chest and his talons dug deep into his flesh, ripping through his fine fur. His shining black blood dripping down to the ground and festering where it landed. In his other hand, he grasped a rather odd looking stone and a box made out of darkness infused bones.

It took all his self control to stay his hand and mercifully he caught a familiar scent on the wind. The scent of decay. The scent he was waiting for. The dark lord turned and looked down form his perch at his small group of abominations who were looking up at him eagerly. With a simple nod they all took off following after their master towards the crimson dusk.