Raid #6 [Plot]

A green blur sparked up in the air above a row of stairs. The blur rippled and started to become larger and opened a hole in the sky from which five white creatures came down. Three of them fell down on the ground while two floated out and after them Silv came down. She looked behind her, up the staircase and then down the stairs. It was awfully red. Then again, red was blood as well. "There should be some of Light to make it more red," she said smiling and looking at the railing and the walls.

After a few moments of staring at said things, she was perplexed on how girly the place seemed. "This place needs some serious redecorations. With a swirl of darkness we could turn this place up nice and torn." She heaved up her axe over her shoulder and walked up the staircase to check out the rest. Though, she slightly wondered where everyone was right now. "For what reason was I send here?" She questioned her surroundings, knowing the Emptiness would hear.

The five Strays followed her, the two Wanderers flew up ahead while the two Weepers and the Seether had to move up the stairs after her. The few minions weren't much of a fight if some strong 'heroes' came. She, however, was interested in seeing how many of them would last if someone would appear.

Why was he here?

A Corridor swirled into existence a little ways away from the other two who were present, and the tall armored figure of Golbez stepped forward. His black cape, sable as a velvet midnight, billowed around his formidable figure, like a foreboding cloud of blackened soot, shrouding the rest of him in impenetrable darkness. His shoulder guards were outfitted with tall, menacing spikes that curved like sickle blades, much like the crescent of the moon upon a fortuitous night. His helm was the most threatening aspect of all, however, for not one glimmer of humanity could be seen within the slitted holes behind that tall, blackened visor. Proud, almost regal horns erupted from atop his crown, but not in a kingly fashion. Rather, they were cruel and jagged, as if to merely look upon them caused a person to flinch from intimidation.

Yes, he indeed looked the part, and on this day, he would act it as well. The safety of Lunaria was his sole objective now. And he knew that one of the ways he could accomplish this goal was to allow certain other worlds far away from his home to fall to the Darkness. The Heartless would swarm in droves upon it, never casting their gaze farther than where they were at the moment... and thus, Lunaria would be secure. Golbez knew that this was but a temporary ploy, but it would suffice. He was not his brother. Cecil allowed his mind to be clouded by weaknesses such as compassion and hesitance. The sorcerer didn't have such luxuries. His planet depended upon him to protect them, and he would use any method to do so that was necessary.

Even if it meant destroying a whole world.

Sweeping his cape back with one gauntleted hand, Golbez stepped forward across the cobbled steps of a white, cheery castle. Indeed, it seemed like a place for the Light to reside strongly. Well, he would have to purge it of that. Bringing a hand in front of him, the sorcerer opened up a Corridor into the Netherspace, as a way of "leaving the front door open", so to speak. Heartless would be attracted to the gate, and the aura of Light at the other side. And so they would come in droves, by the hundreds and thousands, until the world was overrun. And his dirty business of securing Lunaria's safety was complete.

But until then, the door could be closed by anyone strongly affiliated with the Light. And that made his plan vulnerable. So, Golbez would wait resolutely in front of it, guarding it until the creatures of Darkness revealed themselves.

Yazoo just felt awkward when hearing the girl talk to Silv. The silver-haired man stood within the Corridors, he had travelled through it to gather some Heartless. One of the things he had learned during his days, to finally use the Heartless for himself. They were simple minions and weak as well. Unlike the Human Heartless they weren't strong when separate, but the amount of them was what was unique. Within the Corridors to Darkness there were many when spreading and opening his own darkness. They came for his heart, but then he controlled them with the same darkness.

The remnant wore his cloak again, the cloak that was a perfect replica of Organization XIII's. He still had his bonds within the Light and used the cloak to give the Light a hatred towards the Organization. Breaking bonds between Light and Twilight was useful for both him and the Human Heartless. His work among the Heartless still hadn't exactly finished. True, they had conquered Disney Castle, but the rest of the worlds were yet to fall. He didn't really had much of an opinion in the battles. Whether Light or Dark won, it was only he and his brothers that mattered in the end.

Yazoo turned his head to the Heartless behind him, many Shadows and Neoshadows were there, the pureblooded ones. He noticed a larger one among the Neoshadows as well. This was the first time he saw a Novashadow. This'll do. He stepped out of the Corridors not far behind G. The Heartless pored out behind him and more Corridors appeared which revealed Shadows and Neoshadows. He noticed Possessors appearing through Corridors as well. Not that he would bother with them all that much as he looked over Silv and G with his face hidden under his hood.

Silv turned to the voice that made the sudden call out to her. "Thank you?" She replied and waved after the comment about her axe. It didn't seem to stay with that and she was rather pleased to have found someone talkative. "They're Empty. Not sure. Expecting others. Not that I know. Never been here. Kind... of..." She didn't really think of the place as 'neat'. Though, it's interesting how ugly they made it. "Sure." She responded on the offer that came as last, having perfectly kept up with the questions.

The girl had now rushed up the stairs and asked for her name before holding out a hand to shake. She shook the hand. "I'm Silv." She blinked awkwardly at how the girl could be so happy, she registered her under the 'dorks' in her mind. She noticed the appearance of the Organization cloak behind 'G', she expected it to be Yazoo and not one of the Nobodies. Perhaps we're moving. She thought to herself. "Nice outfit." She said to G then suddenly. "You stick out a lot here. Why are you here? Are you alone? How did you get here? Do you know anything about the Heartless? Have you perhaps seen someone like him of Organization XIII?" With the last she pointed at Yazoo, perhaps if the girl knew someone of Organization XIII, they might run into trouble.

Then another appeared even further below, or actually all the way down the staircase. Another girl, again with a happy face and again someone who was apparently lost. "I don't know. How did you get here? I'm Silv, you? Where did you want to go?" She called down to the girl.

Yes... the connection was complete.

Slowly, tentatively, the infinite yellow eyes of the lowly Shadows filled the portal, and the first claw emerged, and then the first emanciated body, followed by a second, and a third, and soon the portal was overflowing with blackened bodies. They gave the armored figure standing over them a very wide berth, sensing the touch of evil far greater than they were capable of had marked his soul. The mark of Zeromus would forever be branded into Golbez until the day he died.

This was why he had no problems leaving this world to fall to the Darkness.

He had served the Darkness once, had beena pawn in service to it for most of his life. His mind was warped to their bidding, and he was accused of many heinous things. So, this made him the perfect agent to ensure the safety of his planet. At the end of the day, he was willing to do whatever it took to save the ones he loved. His brother would try to drown everyone with his bleeding heart, but the universe was cruel. You couldn't save everyone.

You could only save those that you care about the most. The rest didn't matter.

"Behold, creatures of Shadow," Golbez intoned quietly to the quivering, sable beasts, "I have opened the gate to a land teeming in Light and the bounty of Hearts aplenty for each of you. Swarm and consume, engorge yourself on this feast... and be contented with that."

Scrambling over one another to reach the prime hearts, the Shadows fell in droves upon the world, blotting out the colorful stonework and enchanted background with their hunger. Golbez watched impassively, iron arms crossed over his chest, as more flooded through from the gate. The reckoning of this world has begun.