An Idea.... · 9:40pm Jul 30th, 2017
You watch as the ghostly form of the Archangel ‘Malthael’ holds Rara close to his chest. His sickle mere inches from her throat.
“No!” You beg, pushing yourself to your feet despite the strong tugging feeling pulling at your soul. “Please!”
“This is what happens....” The angel turn his hood towards you and hissed in his cold and hollow voice. “If you had only let me kill you the first time... This could have been avoided....” The sickle inches closer to Rara’s through.
Your vision snaps to Rara. “It’s going to be o-okay. We’re going to get out of this.” You try to sound reassuring, though your shaking voice belies your fear.
“I-I know... We’re going to be fine.... S-somebody will stop this guy....” Rara dared not nod, tears began streaming from her eyes.
The angel chuckles darkly. “It’s cute.... You think anything can stop Death....”
“You’re not Death!!!” The shrill cry of Victory made both Malthael’s, and your, head snap over to your work room. Victory stood in the doorway defiantly. You could see a massive Runeblade laying on the floor in the middle of the room. “Death’s nice! I’ve talked to him! You’re not him!”
“Of course I am Death. Who else would be?” Mal’s grip on the sickle and Rara tightened.
ME.
The voice was not heard as much as felt. The very air reverberated with power. Frost began slowly coating everything in the room. A gray mist began to fill the room and Victory immediately ran to you.
“I’m sorry dad! I didn’t want him to hurt mom!” Victory cries as she leaps into your arms.
You look back over at Mal. The angel of Death is looking around the room frantically. “Who are you?! Show yourself.”
A massive light blue.... doorway.... tears its way into reality on the far side of the room. “If that is your wish.” emanates from the hole. You recognise that voice, but can’t place it. A boot steps through that makes yours look tiny in comparison. Oh of the portal steps a strangely familiar, yet somehow recognisable figure. He easily dwarfs you by a few feet, the tips of his helm even brush the vaulted ceiling. He is clad in armor of bone, bearing the chips and cracks of both battle and age. A cloak as black as midnight flutters in a non-existent breeze. Along his right arm is a massive twin-barreled gun. Held in his left hand is the same massive Runeblade. However, you feel that this is the blade that all the others stemmed from. On his head is a familiar a full face helmet carved of bone with a blue diamond in the forehead. The lenses of which, if they’re even lenses at all, radiate a blue light that chills you more that Malthael ever could.
The new comers gaze sweeps the room. his eyes briefly meet your eye sockets and you hear in your head. ‘Fear not Leo, I’ll take it from here.’ Then his eyes fall on, the now clearly shaken, Mal.
“Let go of the mare...” the giant rests his massive blade on the floor (It immediately begins to cover the floor in ice.)
“and I may go easy on you.”
DAMN CLIFFHANGER! I WANT TO KNOW WHAT'S GOING TO HAPPEN!
bring it on!
Sounds great
new story, or new chapter to one you already got going? either way, seems interesting.
I like where this is going.
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it the one thing any author hates and loves the same. 
but cliffhangers are what make you come back for more.
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I know this seems stupid to ask but everyone knows who Victory called right? Also this is a work in progress crossover.
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not confusing to me at all. 
I got it just fine.
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all I could imagine was some good old fashioned Lich king smack down about to happen.
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Ha! yes confusion was the intent, and I wanted to see people react.
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We got a winner.
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So true.
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I don’t know why, but I like cliffhangers. They also make a great lead in for the following chapter.
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they are one of our most powerful tools as authors.
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Indeed they are.
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hmmmmmmmmmmmmm........wait, wait! dont tell me, it was the most infamous, evil, baby eating necromance ever to some how get roped into saving the world from an evil, racist government there ever was, known by such dark, horrifying tittles as: The Chief Warlock of the Brothers of Darkness, the Lord of the Thirteen Hells, the Master of the Bones, Emperor of the Black, Lord of the Undead, Archmage of Destiny, the Mistress of Magma (title taken through trial by combat with previous holder), Lord of the Dance (Self-nominated), and worst of all......the Mayor of a little village up the coast! known the world over for his fear inspiring battle cry "FOR PONY!", the dark lord RICHARD!
.....No? well maybe it should be! (jk, what you've got is cool)
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Welp, that’s the best thing I’ve seen so far today