"That dark thing. Is it thou's soul?" The word sounds in a voice that I barely recognize anymore.

It's been eons since I've saw a truly new form of darkness, but this thing wakes old memories in me.

The Shadows twist and turn around them, but they are... Less. A shadow of a shadow and nothing like the true darkness of the Dark Soul I boor witness to. I can feel how feeble this Shadow truly is, a wispy and fleeting thing. yet still, it reminds me of the souls of the Undead and those taken to the Abyss so long ago.

They all fear me, I see it. But more importantly than that I see something that wakes a rage I never could forget, a rage against the Lord's of the Age of Fire.

Those so-called gods who created a waking nightmare by chaining the First Flame to our Dark Souls and extending their DAMNED Age of Fire!!

But my rage pauses at the sight of the winged Lord of this age, for the young one still cries out. I glance at the young one to see something... It is a young Lord itself, a young Lord?

I turn back to the Lord looking away from its young one and really look at their face. So much is there, pain exhaustion, fear... So much fear. She's just scared for her young. I pause for a moment and steel my will while crunching that smoldering rage.

This is not about the Lord's, this is about this crying YOUNG ONE, and my oath.

I rend my blade from the stone floor and turn to the Shadow again. It looks at me with form hidden in the shade of its power. "Who- No. What are you?" It demands with a voice that speaks of venom and ill omens. "Souls? You... How do you know, that? no one could know that!!" My question sparks rage in it.

It pulls blades from shadows and readies to battle, such a pity.

Such a pitiful thing would fight me? Very well, I shall end this Shadow's rage and let it rest. I feel the... No, MY, fire and darkness shift with a will of their own, eager to be used once again.

But, the young one is near. I stare back and feel the darkness move to my will with a gentle touch. It shifts the young one over to the Lord and I push them to a corner of the stone hall. The Shadow tries to will the darkness to stop me, but fails. "That is not for thou to command withered shadow."

It rears back with a hiss as the First Flame spills from my wings in endless embers. "I- I AM KING SOMBRA!!! You have no right to deny me, ABOMINATION!!!" The so-called king rears back before shifting into the shadows and moving quickly to my side.

Sparks flash as its black blades slam into my coiled sword, a blow that feels far slower than it should. I feel the weight of its blows and slam a wing into the ground from above it. "HISSSAHHH!!" A scream rips free as flames spill freely from my metal wing to coat the Shadow and floor alike.

A shift of shadows again as it tries to move to the dark corners of the cold and empty stone hall. "No, you are but a fleeting shadow!" I slam my coiled blade into the stone and let the ancient fire flow and consume freely to its own will.

It climes on everything it touches. The stone glows and melts as the Shadow is pushed back from the advancing fire. "NO! YOU! I am a master of darkness! Mere fire will not! Stop me in my hour of victory!" It calls with blinding rage while forcing shadows to descend on the flames.

The First Flame outlasted god and mortal alike, and I feel its indignation and RAGE at this pitiful Shadow's attempt to smother it. The fire rises more as the shadows themselves BURN and smolder to ASH like all before it!

I stand tall and feel my darkness move to my thoughts, my perspective shifts. One moment a sea of fire separates us, but now I stand next to the Shadow. Its shadows hide its form no longer, and what I see only rises more rage in me, a TWISTED mockery of a true form.

Even its HORN is twisted by magic accursed! "Eons have passed, but ones such as you are forever the same!" The darkness in me rends into its shadows apart as it tries to bring them back in a panic. I move and slam a hoof holding it against the stone wall as it cracks and chips.

"N-No, I- 'ache' I can't!" I silence its words by rearing it back, slamming it into the wall, again, and again, AND AGAIN! I only cease when there is not but the sound of crackling flames and the cries of the young one.

I stop and look at the bloody and cracked black armor of this Shadow that dared command the darkness to fight me ME! I was here before shadow, I was here before the fire's first light.

The descending quiet consumes what remains of my rage in the face of victory.

I feel the flames follow my will again, then shift and moves to crawl back into the fire of my wings. The five returns to rest with the First Flame and the Dark Soul now apart of. I let the Shadow fall to the cold stone and turn to the lying forms within the dark hall.

I stare at the Load and her young Lord, I also see the form of a guard covered in blood weakly watching me with heavy eyes as they attempt to stand and bring their weapon forward again. The guard can barely stand and holds nothing but a shattered blade and hilt.

And yet, they stand against me with a look of defiance so strong it overcomes any fear they may show.

As I stare at them I feel that familiar rage try to well up, but it has no place here, not now. I embed my coiled blade in the stone once more and stared at the lying form of the Lord. "Tell me oh Lord of this age, who are thou?"

Author's Note

Thanks for reading.

This entire story is just for fun and I'm talking the complete piss with everything. If I find an opportunity to make this into an classic villain monolog I will.

I got really board, enjoy more of my nonsense.