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Chain of Resurrection	By : Carpentaria Category: +S to Z > Saint Seiya: The Lost Canvas Views: 7643 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter 7

Manigoldo let out an annoyed grunt as he slapped another low-ranking Specter away. The ground was littered with those who had been foolish enough to engage the Gold Saint.

But they don’t stay down, Manigoldo thought. Even if I kill them they don’t stay dead.

It would seem the rumours about Hades’ immortal army was true after all. His battle with the strange Specter Veronica in the Forest of Death had taken him to the Underworld where he had defeated the Specter. When he had attempted to get back to the World of the Living, he had found the pathway blocked.

Someone powerful was preventing him from leaving the Underworld.

Manigoldo had been both intrigued and annoyed. Intrigued by the prospect of fighting an enemy powerful enough to keep him trapped in the Underworld, and annoyed that this enemy had not shown himself. Instead, he had been surrounded by low-ranking Specters and forced to waste his time with them.

He knew he could not stay in the Underworld for long, or else he would die. So he had attempted to find another way out. He had beaten Specters into a pulp and demanded they show him a way out, but they had been surprising resilient. They had simply laughed which infuriated him.

He did not know how long he had been walking when he suddenly became aware of a huge mass of Cosmos gathering in the distance. A faint light grew brighter and brighter as more Specters assembled. He could also sense the presence of Gods.

A smirk appeared on his face. He had finally located a worthy advisory. He carefully concealed his powers and made his way towards the light. As he came closer, he became aware of a faint tremor running through the ground. He paused, kneeled down and placed a hand on hard rock.

There was a pattern to the tremor. It is the vibration of many thousand feet stamping, he thought. He stood up and gazed into the distance. It would seem the Underworld was gathering all its forces.

Making sure there were no enemies nearby, Manigoldo carefully made his way up a small hill. He couldn’t hold back a frown when he saw the army of Specters and gods beneath.

A sea of black spread out like a dark ocean. He could hear and sense their excitement.

“Silence!” a powerful voice called out. It was a young woman with long, black hair. Manigoldo watched as the Specters turned their attention to a small group standing to the far right on an elevated podium. In the centre stood a young man with long dark hair. At first glance he seemed somewhat out of place among the powerful Specters, but Manigoldo could feel his power.

Hades.

As if the he had heard his thought, Hades turned his head and looked towards Manigoldo’s position. The Gold Saint pressed himself down and out of sight. He remained completely still, barely even breathing. Only when Hades spoke did he look up again.

“My Specters! The day has finally come. Today, we will annihilate Sanctuary and put an end to Athena’s foolish war. Today, every Saint will understand and feel the full power of the Underworld.”

A roar loud enough to split the ground filled the air. The Specters slammed their hands against their armour and called out promises of retribution and pain.

“Destroy Sanctuary and every human living there,” Hades continued in a loud, commanding voice. “But do not kill the Saints! Capture them and bring them to the Underworld. Should anyone be foolish enough to ignore this order, I shall deal with them personally.”

A terrible silence descended upon the field below. The Specters stared at their king and commandor in both fear and puzzlement. Most of them did not know why the Saints were to be captured rather than killed.

Manigoldo frowned. What was the point in destroying the Sanctuary if the Saints were left alive? He doubted that Hades had lost his mind, so that meant that Hades had an ulterior motive for keeping the Saints alive.

But what could it be?” It irked him somewhat that he didn’t know. As the army of Specters and gods slowly prepared to leave, Manigoldo slowly inched backwards. It was time for him to get back to Sanctuary and warn the others. Only, that wasn’t the real reason he wanted to leave. He was looking forward to a fight against the Underworld. There had to be some powerful Specters that could entertain him plenty.

Just as he was about to turn away, he suddenly sensed a familiar presence among the sea of Specters. it had been hidden before, but now it lit up like a candle in the dark. He knew this Cosmos and he had been waiting his whole life to destroy it.

Finally!

Without a second thought, Manigoldo leaped into the air and launched himself towards the Cosmos. He did nothing to hide himself anymore, and smirked when shouts of surprise and fury rose up around him. Specters reached for him but he easily evaded them. He slammed into the ground between two tall Specters. He glanced at them, taking in their appearance and wondering who was the right one.

Neither of them seemed surprised by his sudden appearance. Hades too was unaffected by the presence of a Saint amidst his army.

“So, you finally decided to show yourself, Gold Saint,” he said without looking at Manigoldo.

“Oh, so you did know I was here,” Manigoldo chuckled. He wasn’t surprised that he had been unable to hide from the King of the Underworld. Hades turned and looked at him with brilliant blue eyes that seemed to glow slightly. A smile graced his face.

“I am surprised that you have managed to survive for so long in the Underworld. A normal Saint would have died long ago,” he said.

“Is that a compliment?” Manigoldo asked in a frisky voice. Being so close to powerful enemies had his blood coursing through his veins, and his head pounded slightly as if he was drunk.

But I am drunk, he thought darkly. Drunk on the desire to fight and kill.

“So, which one of you is Thanatos, God of Death?” he asked and looked at the two tall Specters. They gazed back at him with cold eyes, though he did detect a spark of amusement hidden in those dark depths.

“I am,” the one with dark hair said. He gazed at Manigoldo with ancient eyes; eyes that had looked down on thousands as he slaughtered them with a flick of a hand.

Manigoldo smirked. He had not expected the god to reveal himself so quickly.

“Is that so? Well, then this shouldn’t take too long,” he said and then charged right at the god. Neither Hades nor Hypnos moved to intercept him. The world around him narrowed down until all he could see and feel was Thanatos. The god made no move to defend himself. Instead, he looked at Manigoldo as if he was a naughty child.

His fist flew through the air, his Cosmos heating his skin and making steam rise up. Time seemed to slow down as he came closer and closer. DIE! Manigoldo thought furiously and slammed into the god.

An explosion of light and energy blinded him as his Cosmos collided with Thanatos’. When he was able to see again, he let out an angry snarl. Thanatos had blocked his fist with a single finger before it could touch his face. The god smirked at him.

“Thanatos, how long are you going to play around?” Hypnos asked. He glared impatiently at his twin, the black pentagram on his forehead glowing brightly. He never did understand why Thanatos felt the need to play with insignificant insects in the first place. It would be much easier to simply crush them.

Thanatos raised his eyes and looked at his twin. “Play? You misunderstand, brother,” he said and looked back at the Gold Saint, “this is not play. It is merely an amusing distraction.”

Manigoldo hissed angrily. He would not let the god underestimate him. Before he could do anything, though, Hades spoke.

“Thanatos,” he said in a quiet voice. The god’ attention immediately shifted to him. A pair of eyes so blue they were nearly black stared at him.

“Stay, and make sure no other Saints make their way here. And remember my orders,” he said and narrowed his eyes slightly. When the God of Death did not respond, he turned away.

“If I return and find you defeated, I will be very displeased, Thanatos,” he said and then gestured for Hypnos and Pandora to follow him. He snapped his fingers and disappeared along with his army in a flash of light.

For a moment, neither god nor Saint spoke. Then a cruel smile appeared on Thanatos’ face.

“Well then, Saint, are you ready to be crushed?”

Manigoldo flashed him a cocky smirk. “Do try your best,” he said and charged once more.

Their battle made the ground shake and crack. Thanatos summoned huge monsters shaped like chess pieces and sent them against the Gold Saint. Manigoldo in turn flashed in and out of sight as he attacked each monster head on. He was able to destroy the them, but the attacks did nothing to hurt Thanatos. The god stayed well out of range and used the monsters to keep Manigoldo at bay.

Manigoldo let out a hiss of annoyance. As long as Thanatos kept his distance he couldn’t land a direct hit. He needed a distraction, something to keep Thanatos’ attention for a few seconds.

Might as well make it something flashy, he thought and smirked. He came to an abrupt halt and allowed three of the monsters to surround him. He remained still even as they raised enormous staffs over their heads and then slammed them down.

Thanatos watched as the Saint disappeared from sight. The force of the attack cracked the ground and a huge tremour spread like rings in water in every direction. He wondered if the Saint was dead, but immediately dismissed the idea. Surely Athena’s Gold Saints were able to withstand a weak attack like that.

His suspicions were confirmed when he sensed a Cosmos swelling. Every soul nearby gathered in the place where the Saint had been and merged together. They formed a small orb of glowing blue light that blew the dust away and revealed Manigoldo.

Thanatos frowned slightly. The black pentagram on his forehead burned in response to his feelings of annoyance.

Manigoldo smirked at him. The orb in his hand seemed to swell in size before it burst. A blue fire of energy shot out in every direction and consumed the monsters, turning them to ash.

Thanatos flicked his hand and the blue fire heading for him disappeared. This battle was starting to bore him. If this is all a Gold Saint can do, then there was no need to send the entire army against Sanctuary. A few Specters would have been enough, he thought.

Just as he was about to dismiss this little struggle with Manigoldo, something shifted in the air. He paused and reached out with his senses. Something had changed. He turned towards the spot where he had last seen Manigoldo, but the Saint was nowhere to be seen. Even if he had died, a small fragment of his Cosmos should still exist. But he could feel nothing.

“This is the problem with you gods,” a voice behind him said. Thanatos stiffened. It couldn’t be.

“You believe you are above mortals, that we could never have the power to strike you down. And that is why you are wide open,” Manigoldo said. Thanatos turned his head and looked over his shoulder.

Manigoldo stood directly behind him.

How is this possible?! Thanatos thought. He had not even sensed the Saint moving at all. The answer came a second later. That last attack, it was only a distraction! He used the power of the explosion to hide his Cosmos and move behind me.

“Mortals might be weaker than gods, but that doesn’t mean we can’t destroy you!” Thanatos’ eyes widened when Manigoldo released a powerful wave of energy inches from his face.

“You dare attack a god!” Thanatos yelled just as a ball of energy slammed into his face. The attack set of a huge explosion, blowing away everything within a mile. Manigoldo laughed as the god disappeared in a mass of light and energy.

The look on Thanatos’ face had been priceless. Never underestimate us mortals, he thought gleefully.

His joy quickly diminished when a cold presence filled the Underworld. A dark laughter echoed throughout the bare lands.

“Did you really believe you could destroy me, mortal?”

Manigoldo narrowed his eyes and dropped down into a fighting stance. He spread out his senses but could not quite determine where the presence was hiding. Something made him look up and his eyes widened at the sight.

Thanatos hovered 20 feet above him. The god was no longer wearing his simple tunic; instead, he was clad in black armour as blank and cold as a frozen lake.

So this is what his God Cloth looks like, Manigoldo thought somewhat nervously. He could sense a change in the god’s Cosmos, as if it had been hidden all along. He is no longer holding anything back. He is going to attack with all his power.

As it should be! Manigoldo had no interest in winning if his enemy did not fight with everything he had.

“I must admit that I am impressed. Very few have managed to force me to abandon my vessel. In honour of that, I shall destroy you with a single attack.” Thanatos raised his hand and something in the Underworld shifted. The air seemed to bend and shimmer slightly, and the surroundings flickered in and out of focus.

Manigoldo warily looked around, ready to defend himself should the god attack.

“You should feel honoured, Saint. I will take you to a place only gods can enter,” Thanatos said in a quiet, dangerous voice. The pentagram on his forehead glowed brightly and his eyes were alight with the promise of violence and destruction.

For a moment, time seemed to still as mortal and god stared at one another. The Underworld was still; even the dead seemed to sense that a terrible battle was about to take place.

Here it comes! Manigoldo thought just as the Underworld flickered out of sight.

Sasha bit the inside of her cheek to keep from sighing. There had been no word from Tenma these last few days. She prayed that he was safe. She turned her attention back to the meeting. Several Gold Saints as well as Sage and the Pope were discussing the disappearance of Saints. Albafica’s disappearance in particular had them worried.

She was just about to say something when a huge explosion went off, shaking the building and cracking the walls and roof. She let out a cry of surprise which turned to fear when she sensed his presence. Hades!

Screams erupted from outside and before any of them could stop her, she ran outside. She came to an abrupt halt, and her eyes widened at the sight. Several buildings and Houses of the Gold Saints had been reduced to crumbles. Dust in the air made her eyes water and she coughed to clear her throat.

Athena.

The sound of her name send chills down her back. She raised her head and looked up. A long figure clad in black armour hovered above her. A long, slender sword was gripped loosely in one hand.

“Hades,” she whispered.

Behind him, on the edge of Sanctuary, stood a massive army of Specters. She could feel their blood lust despite the distance.

“Why have you come, brother?” she asked him. The face of her beloved Alone was twisted into a mask of intense hatred and pleasure. She wanted to scream at him to release her friend, but knew it was useless at this point.

I will find a way to save you, Alone, when this battle is over.

“I have come to settle this matter between once and for all, Athena. You and your Saints will no longer stand in my way,” Hades said. He lowered himself until he stood a few feet away. His long dark locks moved with the wind and his beautiful, blue eyes were radiant.

A strange smile appeared on his face as he looked around. “Where is Tenma?” he asked. The question seemed genuine on the surface, but Sasha sensed something else in his voice; a dark secret only hinted at.

“What have you done with him?” she asked, suddenly knowing that Hades knew exactly where Tenma was. His smile widened.

“I have brought him to his rightful place, Athena. His is by my side, as he should have been all along. I was simply to blind to see it,” he said. A frown appeared on his forehead and he looked around.

“This place has a very powerful pull on his heart. It has bound him and prevented him from reaching his full potential.” He turned his attention back to her, and this time there was anger in his eyes.

“In order to destroy the strings binding him, I will remove this place, and you, from the world. There will be nothing left!” Hades almost shouted the last part. He took a deep breath to calm himself.

“I am going to defeat you today, sister, and then Tenma will begin his new existence by my side.”

Dohko charged after Athena when the goddess ran out. He sensed Shion close behind him.

“Do you feel that?” his friend asked. Dohko nodded. A huge mass of energy had gathered just on the outskirts of Sanctuary. They both came to a halt outside, eyes widening at the sight of the destruction.

“What is going on?!” Dohko shouted. None of them had sensed the enemy approaching, and the barrier surrounding Sanctuary was gone as if it had never been there. That barrier had been set up by Athena and the Pope, and he couldn’t imagine anyone strong enough to destroy it so easily.

Unless…

There was one person strong enough to do it. Hades.

“Dohko, over there!” Shion yelled and pointed. Dohko followed his line of sight, grinding his teeth when he caught sight of Hades and Athena. The King of the Underworld pointed his sword at Athena’s chest, challenging the goddess to a fight.

I won’t let you hurt her! he thought angrily. “Get away from her, Hades!” he yelled and charged forward. Hades’ head snapped around, and he glared furiously at them.

“Do not interfere, Saints,” he said and swung the sword. A wave of energy slammed into them and threw them backwards.

“Dohko! Shion!” Athena yelled.

“Damn it,” Dohko hissed. He knew Hades had barely used any of his strength, but the attack had still been powerful enough to push two Gold Saints aside as if they were flies.

“Be careful, Dohko,” Shion said. “Hades should not be underestimated.”

“Yeah, I know,” Dohko answered. Both Saints crouched down into a fighting stance and readied themselves. Just as they were about to attack, Athena stopped them.

“Dohko, Shion, you need to protect the villagers,” she said and sent them a gentle smile.

“But-“ Dohko began.

“Please, they cannot protect themselves from the Specters. They need you,” she said. Dohko shifted, torn between his desire to protect her and the knowledge that the villagers would not survive an attack by the Specters.

“Dohko, let’s go,” Shion said and gripped his shoulder. Dohko stared at him in surprise. The blonde squeezed his shoulder firmly before turning around and running towards the village. Dohko hesitated, but when Athena sent one of her smiles, he nodded. He stared hard at Hades for a moment before following Shion.

When he arrived at the village, buildings were burning and broken bodies covered the streets. Dohko growled low in his throat. These people were unable to do anything to a Specter yet they were still murdered.

“Help me!”

Dohko snapped his attention to the right. A little girl was running as fast a she could while a Specter followed close behind. He suddenly lashed out and knocked the girl off her feet. She let out a cry of pain and curled up, tears streaming down her cheeks.

“Please don’t hurt me,” she begged. The Specter let out a laugh.

“But I want to,” he said and raise his foot, prepared to stamp the girl to death. She screamed and closed her eyes, covering her head in a desperate attempt to protect herself. The attack never came. There was a loud bang, a scream of pain and then silence. She looked up and found a golden figure standing protectively in front of her.

“Are you okay,” Dohko asked and kneeled down. She nodded as he gently helped her stand.

“Where are your parents?” Dohko asked.

“I don’t know,” she cried. “There was a loud noise and then momma screamed. Daddy told me to run,” she sniffled. Dohko clenched his teeth.

“Listen to me. Run into the forest and hide. Take as many with you as you can, okay?” She nodded fearfully and then quickly did as he asked. Dohko stood and turned his attention back to the fallen Specter. He lay gasping on his back, cradling a broken arm. He glared hatefully at Dohko.

“How dare you interrupt my fun,” he hissed.

“Fun? Hurting little children is ‘fun’?” Dohko asked. His felt his anger rise as the Specter merely smacked his lips at him.

“I will make sure you never have ‘fun’ again,” Dohko said and extended one arm. He spread his fingers wide and a green light appeared. “I’ll send you back to the Underworld,” he promised.

“Ha! Even if you do, I’ll just come back again! And I will have my fun!” the Specter shouted. Dohko was just about to release his attack when a bright beam of energy suddenly shot forward to his right and slammed into the grinning Specter. The Specter let out a loud scream of pain.

Dohko jerked back and turned around. A large Specter stood with his open hand extended towards the Specter on the ground. His eyes were mere slits as he glared at the pitiful form.

“Do not forget your orders, maggot. We are here to follow Lord Hades’ orders and nothing more,” he said. The Specter on the ground glared hatefully at the figure.

“Kagaho! You traitor!” the Specter screamed.

“Be silent and do as ordered. Or I will bury you in the Underworld,” the stranger, Kagaho, said. The Specter fell silent although his glare got more hateful. He slowly got to his feet and limped away. Only when he was out of sight did Kagaho turn his attention to Dohko.

“Gold Saint,” he said. Dohko frowned. There was something strange about this Specter.

“Who are you?” he demanded to know.

“I am Bennu Kogaho of the Heavenly Savage Star. And I am the one who will bring you to your knees, Libra Dohko.”

Shion was in the process of helping a group of people out of a burning building when he suddenly sensed a powerful presence behind him. He managed to set up a shield just before a powerful beam of energy shot towards them. It slammed into the shield with enough force to knock him back a few steps. The villagers cried out in fear.

“No bad, Saint,” a cold voice said. Shion spotted a tall figure standing a few feet away. His eyes widened in surprise when he recognised the man.

“You,” he whispered.

“Hello, Aries Shion. It has been a long time,” Balron René said.

Shion kept himself between the Villagers and the Specter, knowing they would be killed instantly if he moved.

“Why are you here?” he asked. René sent him a cold smile.

“Why, you ask? I am here to punish you, Shion, and ensure that you never betray me again.”

Sasha gasped for breath. She felt blood trickle down from a wound above her eye. She could feel her Saints battling all over Sanctuary, fighting to protect their homes. She turned her attention back to Hades.

“Do you understand now, Athena? There is only one way for this fighting and death to end,” he said.

Sasha shook her head, refusing to believe what he had told her. She would not let him enslave her friends and comrades by giving up now.

“I won’t let you hurt them,” she whispered and raised her staff. Her Cosmos swelled in response and reached out, giving strength to her Saints. She sensed their surprise and smiled when their desire to protect grew.

“It is already too late,” Hades said. She suddenly became aware of a cold presence behind her. She turned her head and couldn’t hold back a shiver.

“Hypnos,” she whispered. The God of Sleep sent her a chilling smile before he touched a hand to her temple. Cold seeped into her skin and spread to the rest of her body and mind. She tried to resist, but her limbs lost their strength. She felt herself fall as the world around her turned darker and darker.

Tenma…

A tear slipped down her cheek and then she knew no more.
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