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Story #1

The characters in this story are the Saviors of Parmina and Amdahlan Remnants, with guest appearances by Amy, Rickel, Sefia, and Kikuri

Parminan Capital City

"We did it Dean! Their general is down," Loch said, ducking behind a fallen pillar, "What are you waiting for!? Continue the attack while the Lesser Gods are disoriented!" Loch looked back to find his comrades huddled together over a body. There was a bright flash of green as the Emerald Armor of Lafdonia disintegrated, revealing Edea's pale corpse.

"We were being flanked, she threw her sword to the beast on the right side while blocking our left side with her body-" Lorand was trying to explain to Loch what had happened to his childhood friend, "Loch you have to snap out of it, we need to retreat!" Dean interrupted as he rebuilt the ice barrier protecting them from the Gods' assault.

The sound of explosions snapped Loch out of his catatonic state. He looked around to see both Lorand and Dean being overwhelmed by hordes of lesser Gods. Edea lied down breathless at his feet, her long pink hair stained with red blotches. In a fit of rage, Loch let loose a string of lightning bolts from his bow. Dark clouds appeared over the battlefield as Loch stormed through the Gods' forces. Dean and Lorand followed him, trying to calm their friend down before he killed them all. The ground shook from Loch's rampage, a white light was filling up the battlefield. Loch could no longer hear nor see his friends, his eyes were blinded by the intense white light and the sound of explosions filled the air. He dropped his Zeus Bow and fell over. Edea, he tried to say, but no sound came out. His brain pounded as he covered his ears; all he could hear now was a continuous, high-pitched ringing.

Woods outside of Parmina

"Edea is dead my princesses, the Gods are scattered; the time to strike is now!" Aisha exclaimed.

"Open your eyes Aisha!," Il spat, "our people are dying!" Mina finished.

"But-"

"No buts! We rout the remaining Gods, and protect the citizens!" the Twins said in unison. They turned around and led a white-haired swordswoman towards the battlefield. A girl in a purple kimono followed them from the shadows.

"The princesses are still young, they must realize we will never have this chance again. Come on girls, let us take back the throne." Aisha said. A blonde bolt knight and a marksman carrying twin pistols stepped out from the shadows; the three of them headed toward the castle, their backs turned on Il & Mina.

Story #2

Shida & Logan

Shida looked down at the broken man laying on the ground before him. He had left his lab in search of more specimens to test his new findings on and stumbled across a beaten knight before he got very far. Through the broken bits in his armor, Shida could see the man was still breathing- though just barely.

"Hm.. I don't think I could ask for a better chance to test my new magic," he thought to himself. Shida carefully lifted the knight with a levitation spell and proceeded back to his lab.

Over the past few months, the magician had been perfecting necromancy. He was toying with forbidden power that no mortal should ever speak of, let alone experiment and study it in such meticulous fashions. It was rumored that this is had angered the Gods and caused the incident that happened to the Bariura Empire.

During his research, he discovered that he could use the same sort of magic on living beings. Albeit through different methods, he could observe that the living subjects achieved roughly the same powers of a risen dead but in a weaker form. Around this time he diverted from pure necromancy and started experimenting on lving beings, hoping to find a breakthrough. Eventually he discovered that in order for the host to gain newfound power, the body would have to be destroyed and reconstructed to withstand the magic Shida was implanting. He had just completed a test on a small scale, a small animal transformed into a terrifying dark demon, when he decided it was ready to test this on a human.

Logan awoke. His head was pounding, his entire body ached, his senses were distorted and going haywire. He tried to cry out but his scream was muffled. Or maybe he just couldn't hear it? He tried to remember what happened. The man's head was clouded, memories hazy. Each time he'd try to dig, his head exploded into more pain as if to keep him from searching.

The pain eventually died, numbed into an ocassional dull pulse through his body that still made him wince. His eyesight and hearing returned. He studied his surroundings without moving too much. He recognized that he was in a magician's study. The various alchemy tables, scribbled reports hung to the walls, the different instruments scattered across the room.

His eyes wandered down to his body. He felt like something was off ever since he regained his senses. Logan couldn't believe his eyes. The knight's figure was now an astral body of what looked like dark energy. He didn't have much time to become acqainted with his new form before he heard someone walk into the room.

"Ah, you're awake, my name is Shida. I am mage belonging to the Bariura Empire." He started to walk towards Logan, examining him. Shida's eyes studied the astral figure and he smiled. "I found you while I was out for a stroll. You were beaten, broken, a mess. I have saved your life and in turn given you new power. You will follow my orders and serve beneath me. My magic now makes up your entire being, it belongs to me.

"I am keeping this newly discovered magic from my scholars for a while. Try not to reveal yourself too soon. Use this time to rest up and discover your strengths. I will have your first job for you in due time. There have been rumors of a demon surfacing but I want to confirm they're accurate before sending you off. Don't die on me so soon.

I have a pair of twin swords I was working on, personally enchanted by I; a set of matching armor accompanies them. They are finely tuned to compliment a body such as yours. You'll find them to your liking."

Logan sat and listened to the man. There wasn't any reason to reject what he was saying or interrupt him at any point. He was willing to explain what happened and what he'd done. While he wasn't fond of the idea of being bound to this man, it also seemed like he didn't have a choice.

"Very well," Logan thought to himself, "at the very least, this will be some amount of fun." He remained silent and simply nodded to Shida.

Story #3

This story includes the characters Lava and Vargas

"I expected more from the 'rising star of the order'." Lava smirked as she sheathed her blade. On her feet was the once praised fire hero, Vargas, bent over and badly injured. She turned and walk away from the hero until she heard him say.

"I will win!" She turned and saw him standing limped.

"The next time we meet, I will be stronger! I swear on my father's name!" Vargas shouted at her.

Lava turned away and simply replied. "Don't keep me waiting then, solider."

Two years have passed since this shameful defeat, with the hero leaving the order to train himself. It is said that he trained intensely on the highest volcano, practicing his techniques and even mastering the use of a fire-encased long sword. It was even said that Lava was awaiting the duel herself, eagerly anticipating the duel between the two. However, fate had other plans for the both of them.

Vargas was running as fast as he could, fearing the worst. Ahead of him in the wasteland was a circle of gods all seemingly attacking the center. His stomach dropped as he realized his fears were true.

Running towards the circle, he saw a fallen Lava in the center, badly injured and unmoving. With searing rage, Vargas jumped into the middle of the gods, slashing any gods near him.

"No! It won't end like this!" He shouted at still Lava. "Show me you can take on more than just these puny gods!" He said as he slashed another god. "You're my rival! My equal, damn it! If I haven't fallen yet, you shouldn't eith-"

In the heat of the moment, the soldier was fatally stabbed from a god's blade. Vargas fell to his knees, laying next to the fallen Lava. Vargas felt the gods surround them both as his eyes seemed to accept the dark void.

"I expected more from the rising star…" A voice echoed to Vargas. It annoyed him but also made him feel relieved to hear from Lava. "Take my wings, I don't need them anymore."

A rush of energy began to overwhelm Vargas as he heard Lava say to him. "Now go and prove me wrong, solder."

The rush of energy surged through, creating enough power that Vargas exploded into a nova like explosion, blasting away the surrounding gods. He stood there, burning hot with new found wings adorning him. The hero felt powerful, but quickly looked for any signs of Lava. All that was left of her was her unique sword that was left glistening in the sun.

"For you, Lava, I'll be the brightest star out here."

Story #4

Michele and "Crab"

"Crab! What are you doing?"

An injured Michelle was seen running across the thundering Mt. Wistorea being chased by what seemed like a giant purple machine. It was the figure designed from another world, known as Duel-GX.

"ENEMY SPOTTED. MUST ELIMINATE."

A shadowy figure hung above both of them as he gave an evil laugh. "How does it feel to be going against your own teammate? That hunk of junk was far too easy to reprogram to my likings. He was created in my world, after all. This serves you two right for going up against me, the almighty soon-to-be ruler of the universe!"

Michelle kept running, as she thought of all the times she had been travelling together with the robot hunting down this being.

"It can't be that crab doesn't remember me. What has gotten into him?" she thought.

Suddenly, the robot landed a hit on Michelle's leg as she collapsed on the floor.

The shadowy figure appeared above her laughing at how pathetic this little girl was.

"Finish him, Duel-GX!" He commanded.

"No! Stop!" screamed Michelle. "GX-crab, you can't do this! You were my only friend. You were my best friend! I know you still remember me. Please, don't be like this. This isn't you!"

The robot hesitated. "SYSTEM ERROR DETECTED. REPROGRAMMING SELF. ESTIMATED TIME REMAINING: 1 MINUTE."

The shadowy figure started nudging a boulder. "If he won't do it, then I will."

A giant boulder started rolling down towards Michelle. She tried to move away, but her injured leg prevented her from getting too far. It was hopeless. There's no dodging the rock. It's all over. Michelle closed her eyes shut as she waits for the rock to squash her flat. Nothing happened. She slowly opened her eyes as she saw the robot in a new form, broken beside her. The robot threw itself in front of the rock in order to redirect it.

"No! Crab! Are you alright?" cried Michelle

The robot laid still as it buzzed out its final words, "HE BETRAYED MY CREATORS. ELIMINATE HIM BEFORE HE TAKES ANOTHER WORLD. GOODBYE FRIEND. INITIATING SYSTEM SHUT DOWN."

The robot laid still on the rocky surface. There was something beside the robot. It was his power supply. It must have fallen off in the collision. Michelle picked it up as she started regaining a new form –Lotus Axe Michelle. A single tear rolled down her cheeks as she swore to rebuild her friend one day. The figure was seen above at the summit as Michelle started climbing up.

Story #5

Hellborn Dilias and Soul Keeper Lemia

Swirling colors and sounds danced in unrecognizable patterns until their flurried movements slowed, starting to make sense. Strands of ivory hair rumpled as the woman stood up, hand to her aching head. Wondering where her staff was, the was woman straightening her purple dress as a frightening figure appeared before her.

Skeletal figure, purple wings, flowing robes, and a large scythe were nothing compared to the grin as it spoke; "Lemia! Finally, a meeting on my own terms. How long overdue this has been."

Lemia, unphased by the apparition, continued to glance around for her staff. "I have no knowledge of who you are, but I am quite busy. Leave me be."

Cackling, the ominous entity whispered, "Too soon for your recent memory to return. Perhaps this will be more familiar." At those words, his image shimmered into something slightly less foreboding.

"Lodaga!" She scowled and assumed a more combat-ready position despite the disappearance of her weapon. Smiling wider, Lodaga held back a laugh. "It's Dilias now. Claiming your soul allowed me to transcend my previous bindings. Thank you for that. Shame you can't remember it. Dying seems to do that."

"My… soul? So it seems I have failed." Lemia's face now ruined by greif.

Twirling his scythe as he spoke, Dilias continued. "Yes, but no need to dwell on that now. Keep in mind your reason for becoming a Necromancer in the first place - your beloved! Now that you're simply a soul, what do you think that means?"

A small smile brightened the late Necromancer's face. "Of course! It no longer matters my attempts at reviving him failed, I can now find his soul and again be with him!"

Dilias sensed the perfect moment he was waiting for. "Ah, such a naive girl. Where do you think you'll find his soul? Who exactly would you seek out for such a thing? What would have happened to his soul upon death?"

"No… no!" Lemia's face darkened as realization of those words crept over her. "Show me! Right now! Bring him to me!" She started to run towards the apparition, rage building up.

"Ah, it's not that simple girl. I am the Death God. His soul belongs to me." Waving a hand, Lemia slowly started to disappear as her screams of agony echoed. "Every moment of your existence will be reminded of this and how you'll never get to see him. Time will cease to exist as each painful second melds into the tormented seconds before and after. Since now, dear child, your soul is mine."

Chilling laughter floated on the wind as Dilias slowly faded away, a mischievous grin being the last to fade away.