All in His Name

In the lowest room of the oldest building that is home to the brilliant scientist, Professor Vergess, greatest scientist the United Universe could buy. There he sat in his great desk under a pile of documents and records inside his main office. He sat back in his chair, sighed and adjusted his glasses. One hundred years following the unfortunate death of Francis Wolf. President Jason II keeping his eyes open for the third Arch-Wolf to arrive. He’s the only one strong enough to defeat Shadow Velonus that still remains at large. Strangely, there has been no word of the mighty Shadow since the day Francis died, its has he is sleeping waiting for something. Jason already had two special Nerilites on Imfini mastering the power of elements. The power of the Nerilites grows.

A young understudy of the brilliant Professor barges into the room, it is serious. “Professor Vergess, we finally discovered the desotus plant!” A small younger understudy said, not bothering to hide his excitement, as Vergess rose to his feet in shock. “It was found on Osmiusiz’s South Pole! What is your choice of action, Professor?” The young understudy stood silent waiting to hear his respected idols answer. As the Nagoki told us it was the Chasotus plant was on Osmiusiz’s North Pole, the desotus is on the south, curious. Vergess adjusted his glasses once more.

He stood up, looking over his papers. “Address President Jason II we finally have it,” Vergess paused, “I’m afraid to go any further.” This is something that Vergess is ashamed to be even a part of, to create a greater predator than the Presians. He hated to kill such a noble animal that only wished to restore balance. Where this new predator, this Hybrids’ power doesn’t come from an even greater gene than Shadow’s. The Hybrid’s came from using the Presians’ power against himself. Foiled by it’s own design, how ironic.

The younger understudy simply nodded in agreement, but stayed with more to say. “Sir, I’m so honored that you chose me to assist you in such a project, but you sir, your name will go down in history...” The younger understudy grinned.

In a great valley of Earth, deep inside, there the Presians are trained in secret. No one knows of such grounds but the Nagoki, the Presians, and the Hwaorangdo family. Here is where the children of Presian flourish. They are trained. They grow in body, mind, and spirit. Everyone with the blood of Presians are sent here and under go the Wolf Ritual. It is special ceremony that proves never-dying loyalty and commitment to this special Academy, the Sinister Wolf Academy.

Two newly full-fledged soldiers of the Sinister Wolf stir, two brothers that Nerilites. They both kneel silence before the gates, on their way to face Shadow himself. There stands their mother, she stands between them and the gate. There, they are guessed to meet the same end as their father, Francis Wolf. She weeps because she has raised two great sons. In her heart, she knows that their father is truly proud of them. But in the back of her mind, she’s saddened they will meet their father a little sooner than their due time.

In their hearts lives the wondrous spirit of Presian Wolf himself. In his days, no one cared about him, yet he put his own life endanger to help complete strangers. No one asked to fight in such a war against the Cyborgs Empire. A war no one ever thought that the homosapiens would ever win. But through Presian, they did win. Earth’s greatest defender was the product of Earth itself. A lonely orphan that endured the greatest miseries of this world changed to sacrifice himself. And for his sacrifice, he inspired others to their part in the survival of Earth. And in Presian’s lifetime, Earth’s future looked very bleak.

In a single carrier ship, sat the two brothers, side to side, both thought of their father. They never knew him, but they believe he was a great man. They wanted revenge for him, plain and simple. Its what driven them to be the greatest, to be seven times stronger than what their father had been moments before his death. They have grown so strong, a normal Nerilite would need two life-times to reach the sons of Francis's league. Statistically, the two Nerilites are more than an equal match for Shadow Velonus.

These two were made sure that all the aspects in each realm of combat that makes a soldier of the Sinister Wolf dangerous, they made sure they were all the best they could be. In hand-to-hand, sword dancing, and lastly the power of elements. The Nagoki couldn't stress they're elemental powers enough. They are simply superior to any ordinary soldier of the Sinister Wolf in all realms of combat. They are simply the greatest warriors of Nero.

They thought it was stupid of Shadow to leave himself open like this. Sitting on a planet with no life, no intelligent life at all. Well, it wasn't that simple, he had no way of escape. Its more like he is stuck on planet Vergeudet with no means of leaving it. It was has Loky endured also. He too spent countless years forgotten, left behind on the same planet. Its cold, no food, or water, if that's true, how did he survive?

Some may think he turned to cannibalism, eating the remains of his fallen comrades that died as he was meant to. He must went mad in a short year, in what to him might of felt like an eternity. Others said, that once Vergeudet was once prosperous. Lush green grass, and filled with thousands of animals that would supply great food. But that changed when the Cyborg came to the planet. Decades of sucking the land dry to support their war machines. When Loky had arrived to drive them out, only small regions of life remained. He may of lived from that.

But when the Cyborgs came back, they found an angry Loky. He destroyed them all, and took their ship and he was finally free. Free to destroy that had made him miserable, made him mad. And those people were his creators, the scientists of the Sinister Wolf Project that took place shortly after Presian's death. And most important of all, the one that had financed the experiments solely, was Daemon Black, Presian's dearest friend. But it wasn't Daemon's fault that the project was only half done.

There was a little struggle of ownership of the corporation Daemon Black owned, N Corp. it was called. The struggle came about when Daemon left to pursue other forms of martial arts, but when he came back. Mr. Jordan Hunter already had an equal share in the corporation. Without Daemon's attention, the Sinister Wolf Project was terminated and left incomplete. In doing so, Loky was premature. But in hopes to correct the mistake, once Daemon had his corporation back, he began the Sinister Wolf Project 2. He made Nero Wolf.

The ship rumbled roughly as they finally reached the atmosphere of Vergeudet. “ Lt. Harris, Lt. Richter, we have hit the atmosphere,” The pilot reported, “we'll land shortly.” Lt. Harris made a note of it. He didn't speak to break his focus. He focused on what Presians means to the people in his time. A savior he was, he came from nothing to give the people hope. When the people's future was on the verge of utter destruction, he came and changed that. Harris wanted to do something the same.

Richter seemed to be very intense. He didn't want to be here. He didn't want to do this. “Relax brother, I know everyone doubts that we'll survive,” Harris started, “but like Presian, we must attempt to turn the tides.” Richter relaxes his body finally and stares deeply at his older brother. He didn't give his older brother a reply. He didn't want to tell him, at the beginning Presian looked hopeful. But like every turner of the tides, he died. He didn't stop them, he only prolonged the Cyborg invasion.

The ship shook once more, and it sat perfectly still. “Lt. Harris, we have arrived on planet Vergeudet,” The pilot reported as he opened the hatch. And all bright things had faded at what they seen. A planet that was cold, rocky, and lifeless. The dead wind carried along dust in its travel. They stepped off the ship, and it lifted up and was gone. The pilot must be sure scared of Shadow, as though he lead unsuspecting travelers into a room with no way out. And in the darkest parts, a shadow lurking in the lifeless blackness, a hungry killer.

Watching the ship leave was the only sight, everything else on the planet was nothing to see. A few rotten logs, dead trees here and there. The sky coved by dark clouds that shot lighting and rumbled with thunder. Harris knew this planet wasn't suppose to be anymore. What held it up, was the mind of Shadow. As Presian was psychic, so did Loky learn from Hwaorangdo. If Loky hadn't killed Presian's old teacher. All others would have been learned the power of mind.

Also the Hwangs had learned such an ability, training with Presian himself. The Hwangs was Presian's team he took to the planet of Imfini. A desert planet inhabited by the wise Nagoki. Creatures of time and holders of the elements. Presian learned about such a planet from Trini. Trini was a Cyborg that came to earth to hope Presian in his quest to further stop the Cyborgs. But Trini only had been a turncoat, and led the Cyborgs straight to Presian, and he never returned, to never to be heard about again.

The Hwangs were earth's greatest soldiers, and Presian trained them. He trained them in Way of Wolf. A secret discipline only thought Nerilites and Memians(Memians are children of Memioud). He also thought them to use their minds. And the highest officer, next in line behind Presian, Daemon Black was the first to die of the Hwangs. Loky hated them, and he sought to their deaths himself. Nero was finally complete upon the death of Daemon Black, but he would never learn the amazing psychic ability Presian possessed. Shadow kept that ability for himself, and it will give him a great advantage.

Harris took a deep breath, but the poor air choked his lungs. Not even the air was pure anymore. He turned to his younger brother, Richter. Richter was scanning all corners of the horizon. Trying to determine the best course to walk in, but this planet had no sense of direction. A man could get lost here and never hope to survive before anyone realizes he's here. These lands are the true source of evil, it is the reason why Shadow roams these parts with such joy. The joy of home.

“He's watching us brother, I could feel it in my gut,” Richter jumpy, “He's waiting out there for us. And we drop our guard, its all over. It will be so easy for him.”Harris noted his brother's observation, but didn't pay it much attention. Those words were soaked in dark energy. Energy he wants them to absorb, making it easier for him. He'll enjoy our screams, our cries for mercy. He'll love to hear us beg. But it'll only make him want to watch us suffer more. No, I will not give him that pleasure, Harris thought to himself.

The very planet began to shake wildly. Out in the far distant of the horizon, flames erupted, blasting out through the clouds! Crashing down on the hard rock surface, smothering the lands. A moment later, it faded away. But not soon later, another blasted out through the clouds, blasting the rock surface. This time it came closer. After that to faded. A chain of eruptions blasted through the clouds! Each furious flame was growing ever near to the two brothers. Till they crashed down near the two brothers. The flames were so intense, Harris covered his face, afraid the heat would burn it clean off.

When the last flame faded, where the flames smothered the land. There was a dark figure, covered in a dark long ripped up cape. It stood on its feet, and white long hair caught the brothers' eyes. He smiled at the brothers, standing a hand taller them. His black armor had rested, but still could stop bullets. His skin-tight elastic had started to lose its color. It was him, Shadow. Harris felt all his bright feelings die when he gazed into Shadow's pure white eyes and dangerously pale face. They could feel his awesome dark powers. They were too stunned by him, to grab for their swords. They only stared at him in horror.

Shadow closed his eyes, tilting his head back and sniffed the air. “Ah, sons of the dead Francis Wolf,” Shadow glared at them both, “You want revenge? Is that it? Well, I hope you stored your unborn bastards like your father had, just in case. “ Shadow laughed softly. He growled loudly as he lunged at Richter, his sword fully-extended, thirsty for blood. Harris reacted quickly, as he dashed in front of Richter. Pulling his sword hastily, readying his sword for the block. Shadow stopped did in his tracks, as the swords echo. Luckily Harris readied his block right in time.

Shadow growled angrily, his jerked to his right. He quickly kicked Harris aside to parry the other's strike. But Harris quickly got back him to assist his brother. Shadow parried all Richter's strikes. It wasn't easy, he came fast and hard. Richter gave Shadow almost no time to setup for the next block or parry. He gained a lot of ground quickly with his aggressive attacks. In the corner of his eyes, Shadow found Harris charging his way. He growled as he grind his teeth together.

In his left fore arm was his metal arm brace. He readied it, and a razor sharp blade busted out. It busted seconds before Harris deserved the attack. It came in the exactly right time. But he was still losing a lot of ground he didn't like. If this kept up, Shadow will lose. Richter and Harris continued to rush him, strikes upon strikes. Shadow yelled loudly, and a furious flames erupted all around him. Harris and Richter backed down, afraid to burn.

A scream, and they all dropped their swords. The flames had melted swords into pure steel. Harris stared his burnt hand. But his attention so brought him back to the erupting flames. A dark figure launched out of the flames. It came straight for Harris, with no sword, he blocked with his arms. One great punch broke through Harris's defense, and another drilled him in the gut. He dropped on all four, trying desperately to breath. Shadow stood over him, a bout to follow up on the rush. But again Richter interrupted Shadow's onslaught.

Richter came darting along the hard surface. Shadow readied a flame blast, but he waited till Richter was too close he couldn't avoid it. Three long seconds, Richter was only a few strides from Shadow. In a movements so fast, normal eyes wouldn't see until it was all over. He released the furious flames from his hands, and blasted it straight at Richter. It missed! And I am left open! In a quick burst of speed, Richter was able to dash to the side, missing the blast completely. Shadow was left wide open.

Richter lunged at him, He wound his right arm back. A released a vicious wild punch, smashing Shadow square in the face. Sending Shadow flying back like a bullet, crashing into ground hard. And he was buried under a pile of rocks, boulders, and rubble. Richter breathed heavily with a smile. Harris was along side his younger brother. Both of them knew it wasn't over yet. The rocks that buried Shadow, began to melt. Suddenly! A big eruption of furious flames exploded out of the rubble. It was Shadow, and he was furious with rage.

He sled his right leg back, and cupped his two hands together. Inside his hands, a small flame ignited was quickly gather energy all around it. All the energy fed the flame, making it ever larger. Shadow growled lowly as the flame continued to grow. But the brothers weren't too worried now as they stood their ground. Shadow released great gigantic beam of raging flames! With little time to act, Harris and Richter readied themselves.

Time froze as the gigantic blast was face-to-face with the brothers. Harris sled his right leg back, as Richter sled his left leg back. Harris and Richter let out a short yell as they released their blast. Harris had wind and Richter had water. Time returned to normal as the wind and water combated fire for ground. They only stopped its advancements, but it was still raging very close to them. The flames were so great, that Harris and Richter were beginning to be pushed back on the very ground they stood on. It cracked beneath them, Small stray fires spat all around them.

Slowly, the water and wind began pushing back the fire slowly. In size, the flame looked greater in thickness compared to the small beams of water and wind. Shadow focused harder, and pushed them raging fiery flames harder. It slowly gained back the ground it lost, and still gaining. The flames were so intense and close now, Harris and Richter's skin began to boil. They grind their teeth and all at once they yelled together, using every fiber in their bodies!The raging flames were pushed back so easily, and the water and wind came so fast.

When Shadow finally realized he lost, it was too late. He felt the full power of the blast. He was engulfed in the force of the wind and the cold crushing powers of the water. In the far distance behind the horizon, a large crash shook the lands. Once again, Shadow was buried under a pile of rocks. Now he was hurt and knocked down. Harris and Richter couldn't believe what they just done.

“Hmph, Shadow really isn't that tough,” Richter felt a great weight lift from his shoulders, and he ascended upwards. But that last blast had cost them a lot of strength. Harris worried that if Shadow came back, he'd have a easy time with the brothers. He worried that Shadow might have played coy, and let them think he was weaker than he really is! And now that half of their power is zapped it be easy for him to kill.

Richter found Shadow's sword, he lent over and picked it up. He sled it in his own sheath and would keep it as a trophy. And everyone will know, it was Richter and Harris who defeated Shadow! But something was wrong! Richter could hear voices, calling to him. Getting louder each time it calls out. His brows pressed together, it was becoming painful fast! He yelled in agony as he fell to his knees. He held his hand, afraid his brain was bust out.

Harris rushed to his brother's aid. “Brother! Are you alright?”Harris worrying sick for his only brother. Richter stopped holding his hand, he stopped yelling and he stood on his feet calmly. He looked better than usual. He was shaky or trembling. Something isn't right here, Harris thought. Something is very wrong! Richter pulled out Shadow's sword, he took short little steps towards Harris. “Richter... what are you doing! Stop it now!” Harris cried, stepping back.

It was Shadow, he already had Richter under his control. He isn't dead. I should have known, Harris thought. Richter smiling sadistically, laughing. “Richter! Fight him, don't make me fight you!” Harris yelled, “Shadow, you can't make me fight him!” He knew it was hopeless to beg him. It was like yelling in a room with only yourself. No one could hear you, you and your cries. It only gave him enjoyment to hear those cries. As he is the darkness, so your never alone. Richter laughed once more.

“Good, then I shall have no problem killing you, my older brother,”Richter spoke in Shadow's tone, “it is like when Nero tried to kill me. But why do the younger ones always have to try kill their older brother? Why? Anyways, for now on, you'll have to live with this for the rest of your life! like I do, Everyday of my life!” Harris was already crying with his red eyes. He stood up and raised his right arm, and out came his razor-sharp blade.

He weeped in silence, his entire body trembling. “I hate you Shadow,” he said, and Richter lunged forth. That sick bastard Shadow left so many flaws in Richter's strike, it was too easy. As time slowed down, Richter just a bout to send the death blow, Harris cried deeply, mourning for his brother. He gripped Richter's sword hand, and stabbed his only brother through the heart. The blood fell to ground ever slowly. And Richter fell on his older brother.

Harris carefully set him down. Caressing his little brother's face, so much tears and blood mixed together. He took a firm grip on his little brother's head. He shut his eyes closed shut. “I'm sorry brother... forgive me,”and Harris snapped his only brother's neck. He tried to caress his little brother's face more but, there was something inside him that didn't let him touch Richter's dead body. Harris sucked in all his tears and feelings, letting his body tremble in silence. Behind him, Shadow applauded.

Standing over him, he knew he was no chance for the mighty Shadow. “Bravo, but you do know there is no forgiveness for murderers,” Shadow smiled happily. “Why did you kill your brother? Why did Nero have to try kill me? I'll never know.” And Shadow smiled once more, and laughed. Harris latched on to Shadow's leg, crying wildly. He gripped it roughly, pulling on his leg.

“Please... kill me now! I don't deserve to live...” All Harris's words were heavy with a deep dark sorrow and pain. But Shadow didn't give him the pleasure, he pulled his leg away and left Harris all alone. There stood Harris, alone, in the middle of Vergeudet, under dark clouds and violet raging lighting. Everything was dead, he looked around at everything there was. He took upon Shadow's sword. He laid the edge of the blade upon his neck. A small cut leaked thick blood of the neck. And with a burst of strength, the sword sliced through his neck. Harris beheaded himself.