The Truth is in Oblivion [ *UC*]

This is going to be an on-going story for quite some time. Normally I'm rather bad at typing shit out like this, but here's to hoping I don't get side-tracked as always. I prefer to write with a Team versus myself or whatever but yeah. I'll probably get Blu and Chris to write in things as well, and maybe Sal depending on how busy they are.

Story is under construction until further notice.

Melvin didn't used to be all that bad. Something that most of you wouldn't have ever cared to have believed. Which is fine, since everyone knows him as a raging Tyrannical asshat, which - he still is. And he always will be. For better, or when he gets worse - a Tyrant he will remain until the end of Time.

But the King used to be a somewhat happy one. Well, after that whole ordeal with Salvation happened and he fell into the darkness... who could be happy after that right? Well, there was a way indeed. Times living in the Kingdom of the Scale were a bitch, but nevertheless, Melvin carried on. He refused to die. No one could really kill the bastard either. Then again, who would even want to try? He was so fucking powerful, that everyone else just knew better and willfully bowed their heads to him.

Even the Godz.

The Godz didn't have a choice. None of them did. None of them wanted to lower their gaze in respect to a King, they were above him! Stronger than him! ...But... strength isn't everything. Wasn't back then either. Melvin the Tyrant, had abilities that outweighed that of the Godz. His Infect Ability, was able to destroy any living, breathing, or moving thing ever created. Minus the Scale itself surely of course. The Scale, was a living structure - not a creature, anyways. So of course that wasn't going to die. That and well, it was literally the Creator of all things. Makes sense it had all the power to thwart this Tyrant King that sat atop it.

Melvin normally did nothing. He had a stone-structured Throne, that sat atop the Scale itself. His long Viral Tail, ironically enough, was shoved into the cement to the side of the Throne, keeping him there in place. He rarely ever left, and the feeling his tail got from being shoved in said hole (it was like an abyss of blackness, veins, and pollution), was well worth keeping very still. It was like an orgasm that would literally last a life time. Aside from Salvation, who never really made an appearance for longer than a few moments - Melvin the King, was the eldest thing in existence. Before he had existed though, that same Angel, had ruled around here and there, with the help of his twin brother. Known as Christopher Rupel. Such a name for what would become the King of Light.

Until Salvation got jealous and slayed his brother in cold blood.

To think such a being of salvation, purity, and Light... could be so... evil. Perhaps it was due to the fact Salvation, could see the Future. He knew what would happen. And he knew that the King atop the Scale - would attack the Scale in which he were one with. But what would cause him to do something so wretched? To risk loosing all his power and might?

Well... we're going to dive right into that and tell you.

Salvation was a truly wretched force of an Angel. If everyone remembers anything, they would remember that it was he, who had made the King so fucking evil. Coming down from the Heavens above (which at this time, were just islands in the sky that the Scale kept in place for fuck know's why), to the King of the Scalen Region, the bastard forced the King into eternal darkness. The virgin King had done nothing but rule, as a youthful looking boy, aside from the strange add-ons that he seemed to keep firmly placed into the Scale. His true form wasn't always out, and well, this was one of those times where he was just... more human-like.

And then Salvation literally tore the King to shreds, by abusing him and twisting everything he'd ever learned into nothingness. He defiled him and caused him pain, but was the only person to have ever even become close to him (the King), thus making the King long for the being that harmed him so. But Salvation only smirked, and flew back off, knowing that later still - he would have his King back again. He was only obeying the Scalen ways. Balance. And they needed more darkness. What better to infect with further evil, than the King who sat atop the Scale? Nothing was better than that. Nothing would BE better - than that. And so they carried on again.

The King watched painfully as other Godz were created. Lesser creatures, and powerful creatures. Placed upon the Scalen lands, to thrive and bring on more Balance. They now needed to out-weigh the King's evil... which was growing each and every passing day. How he wished to see that Angel again. How it angered him that he weren't around... how he wanted to find that Angel, and crush him....

Meanwhile a jealous Salvation was out and about one day, til he found out his twin brother Christopher would get the title of King of Light. He wouldn't have that. He stabbed him with his Light lance - straight through the chest. He watched his twin fall and crash to the ground below, landing somewhere nearest a cliff-edge. He would never have Christopher as King, for he wanted that Crown for himself. He wanted to be the opposite to the Tyrant King. And as he held his dying brother in his arms, and watched the life fade from his eyes... he became guilt-ridden... and greedy.

Such a way for an Angel of Purity and true Light, no?

Salvation kissed his brother, so sad he felt inside as he watched him die. He reached into his brother's chest cavity, and pulled out his heart, and in turn - his soul. Using the powers of the Ancients, he snatched Christopher up before he could pass on. Eating his brother's heart, he then attaining that soul for himself.

Chris would lay dormant for eons, before waking to realize - he now shared a formation, a body - with his older twin brother Salvation. It would be him, the voice of reason, who would exist for no reason. He who was never supposed to live on. Yet would. And eventually, given time and eons, he would mean more to the King, than his brother would. But let's not get ahead of ourselves here.

Melvin met another person, before he completely turned pure fucking evil. One person.

She was probably the only fucking thing that would ever stop him from eternal destruction. That is, until she was taken away from him.

The female would be known as the Sapphire Goddess of Oblivion. Reasons for that would come later, but her real name was Raphiella Blu Azure. But for the sake of most, we'll just call her Blu. Makes things easier, plus she really did have blue hair.

Blu was "the only person that had ever accepted Melvin for who he was, and had always protected and loved him to no end" - that's what everyone said. It was the truth however.

Hybrids. They were the Scale's gift to the region. Which meant that they were really just an accursed race to be hated upon by everyone. Blu's father's name was actually Leon(ard), and he was the first of all Hybrids. They were classified as "mixes of all beings, that were able to hold the power of Godz inside their souls" - yes, this was true as well. Hybrids one-on-one, had the power to beat down vampires, demons, lycans, whatever creature existed - aside from Godz. They carried the willpower and strengths of Godz, but they were NOT Godz. They were missing the titles, and the powers that many of the Godz actually had (i.e. influencing how life was lead or turned out). They were the most hated beings ever to have existed, because they were fragments of other creatures mentioned in the previous here.

This one, was made up of blue fur, and bright orange eyes. Blu was a third vampire, a third lycan, and a third demon. Which gave life to her hybrid form, a true form of a demonic-winged Wolf with azure-colored fur. She was the only one of her kind, and the only hybrid that would have the power to influence this King.

Melvin left the Scale's Throne a few times. He began to HUNT the Hybrids. Killing almost all of them. He made it a point to extract their blood, drinking it, mixing it with other toxins, to increase his own power. He became obsessed and over-indulged in the strength that they gave him. Then he found her.

He was going to kill her, even tried a few times.

But for whatever reason - the fuck just couldn't kill her. HER. Blu... this hybrid. This girl.

She wasn't anything to anyone else - she lived alone... she wasn't even a God. What the fuck was so bloody special about one hybrid? Melvin had no idea. No....fucking... idea.

No matter what he did. The hybrid stayed by his side. She fought with him, from the moment he claimed her. She let him extract blood from her - he even tried to infect her only to learn she was immune. Melvin was rather confused. This being had such... a natural power... it was strange, confusing, and revolting. He just couldn't destroy her. He loved to be around her. He left the Scale more and more... kept on leaving... He couldn't bring her back to where he was sitting on that Throne... He couldn't keep putting his tail in there... he froze up. He felt a surge and just sat there! Why do that?! Melvin wanted.... he wanted to LIVE! This being made him feel so very alive... He loved her.

Shit. Melvin fell in love. Ouch.

The Scale didn't like that. Melvin wasn't doing his job anymore. He would pay for that. Ten-fold.

Melvin fucked around for a few eons. Enough for there to be new Advisers to the Scale, and several Guardians that parked themselves into the Scale just for the Scale to feed off of.

Blu was so fucking neutral. She did whatever she could, to make allies. Pretty soon, she and the King were social. Who the fuck knew that was possible. Towns and temples were grown to life all over the Scalen Lands. What wondrous beings there were everywhere. More Angels, and more Demons, nevertheless, there was LIFE.

How this one entity, had touched the lives of so many... Melvin didn't know. But she was a true neutral. And she helped everyone. She even protected several of them... from him. Many times he needed to sacrifice creatures for the "greater of all goods or evils" ...and she got in the way. She seemed to just create this Kingdom for him. Of beings from all walks of life and death. She showed the King, that not everyone was 'white or black' - there were grey areas for everyone... where even the most evil of beings, were the most loyal, and truthful. Melvin wanted to show her... that he wasn't so bad...

The King bowed his head to this girl, and claimed her as his God. He would worship her.

Melvin wasn't doing his job again. Still wasn't - and the Scale was getting angry.

The Advisers of the Scale had surely had enough of Melvin's shit. He was to be a King of the Scale. To pump energy through himself, into it. To stabilize it, to keep it alive, and dead. He wasn't supposed to be fucking around in town with some girl... some hybrid. One who was not even a God! He wasn't supposed to LIVE or to BREATHE like they did... he wasn't SUPPOSED to exist as anything more than what the Scale made him up as.

The Scale summoned it's Guardians, and turned a few of them into people. With wretched amounts of power. He sent them into town, and well - they had means to extract the King, and his "God" that was not even a fucking God.

The King of the Scale would rage against everyone. But he would not get far. One of the Guardians would place their hands on him, and grab at his tail, in it's weak point. The King would be too fucking busy holding onto the girl, who was scared, and had no idea of just who the fuck he really was. She would cry, tears of pain and agony as she was tore away from him. The King would freeze up and release her, and as if in slow motion, he would watch them pull her to the side. With every last bit of energy he had inside him, before he became totally paralyzed - Melvin the King, would wave his hand before her.

A blackness would fly out and hit her - erasing her memory forever. She would black out, and later be dumped off into the middle of the woods, where she would retreat back to her hutch and exist.

Melvin the King had done just that - to make sure she didn't have to suffer. Thinking about him, worrying... hurting. He didn't want her to feel any pain at all. She was the only one that had truly loved him back. Salvation hadn't - he had only used the King to turn him to the darkness. So with a very broken, and shattered heart, that the King didn't know he had, he fell over, and laid there, completely paralyzed from the damage done to his tail.

When he would wake up days later - his right fin would be missing. And he would be covered in blood.

When the King's eyes opened.... he wasn't a King anymore. He was a traitor. Seeing through the eyes of someone who had betrayed his own job... this was Melvin the Tyrant.

The Scalen beings threw him back into the Scale, and they did horrid things to this King. To beat him down, and make him feel nothing, so that he would go back to doing his only job. He had a Kingdom now, he was expected to rule it. But the King would do no such thing. He was an angry Tyrant now, a hateful, evil, putrid creature.

Taking the form of a Dragon, the King would wage war on the Scale itself. He would attack it feverishly, with a rage unknown to even what would later become, the Creator of Hell itself. But anyways.

Melvin would hunt down every last being in existence. He would take only the best, the strongest, and the most deadly of beings, and throw them into a fucking army. He would make them better, tainting them, using them, and forcing them to lash out under his name. A summoned God, a band of Scalen beings, and several others that would later be named - Melvin raged on the town and destroyed everything in his path. Everything.

Time himself, had to descend, just to undo what the King had done.

Melvin would try again, and again....and again.

He would put so many holes in the Scale's living structure, that the Scale would eventually revolt, and fire back at the once loyal King. All in the name of love he had given up his powers.... so all in the name of hate, he would loose them.

The regions were split. Heaven was separated, and moved away from all else. High above the Scale, the Heavens would remain, with Salvation and many other Angels. A place of purity and honesty, though Salvation was only kept there, for being the most powerful, and the more pure. Later, one would learn, that Sal was actually strong enough to maintain his High Form, which was like Melvin keeping his Sin Form out 24/7, which never happened because he wouldn't sustain it long enough for that. Also, Sal had his twin Long-Wing brother's soul, so he was twice as strong as all other Angels anyways. He would eventually be God's personal messenger, and forced into Oblivion (the 9th Ring) daily, to save souls.

Hell, would be below the Scale, and 9 Rings would be formulated. All filled with horrendous creatures and entities that had followed the King when he had attacked the Scale. This was the place where they were disposed of. And treated like total shit. Each Ring went further down each time, and the creatures worsened and grew with evil. Melvin was stripped of all his power, and forced into the 1st Ring, but his rage and might would eventually send him straight through to the 9th. Melvin the King, would kill everyone in his way, while attaining his loyal servants - and take up King and call the 9th Ring, Oblivion. After Oblivion himself, another of Melvin's captured Godz, an ally even.

Melvin's job was always to chain down and tie up Godz. That's all he did now, in Oblivion. Other than sit in his Throne of Death, which matched his heavy Crown of Onyx.

Melvin would then sell his soul to the Devil, learning that Blu would be brought back several times into existence. He wanted nothing more than to follow her, an his obsession with her thickened. He would amass an Army, and keep them around with him, such power would never truly go unnoticed either.

The King of Oblivion, once the King of the Scale... was far from done with his plans. Far from done...

It was never really easy for the King to accept the manner in which things turned out.

He was to give up his soul, in exchange for being able to follow Blu, wherever she went. Whatever life she lived, he would be there. Whether she saw him, remembered him - or not. But he had to offer the Creator (humans call him the Devil, Satan, ect) something in return. And it had to be something grand, in order for Melvin to have such a right. Melvin didn't hesitate, of course.

The deal was - that he had to give up ever having a psychical body.

Done, it was a deal. No matter what, Melvin would still be with her - that's all that mattered to him. Unfortunately though, he would learn, that not having a psychical form, would merely be the 'death' of him. He would BE with her... but never truly BE with her... it was sick, and it hurt him. A lot.

Blu never remembered him. She forgot about him, from the time he had struck her, and erased her memories, the Scale seemed to make sure that she'd never remembered him or something. What had this King done to deserve this? Oh that's right... he had fallen in love with a creature of the Scale, one who was there to exist alone, much like he was supposed to. He had bonded with her, and eluded his job, attempting to live with her and love her.

That was forbidden. The King of the Scale was never to leave. Melvin left.

He even bred with her. Yes, they had children even. Blu was old, and Melvin was ridiculously old. They had several children even. The Scale was far from pleased with the Tyrant King's fuck ups. He was never meant to spread his rare Infection. And he had. Through two of his sons, Melly - and Syn.

But that's not important right now.

The great King of Oblivion, pretty much did nothing with his existence. He had nothing going for him anymore, other than waiting for the Scale to resurrect Blu. She was super neutral, and well, she did HER job. All the time. Bringing peace and harmony between many, many creatures. She wasn't supposed to be any other way, and the Scale thanked her for it, and kept her around for a long, long time. Without her truly knowing of it though.

Salvation would return, eons later. Much later. Saving souls, he would fall to the Pits of Oblivion, rather injured and beaten down. For what would be a thousand earthen years, that Angel would be tortured in truly immaculate ways. A slave to the cause, Salvation, would break down, and Christopher Rupel, would slowly awake through his brother's eternal suffering. It would be Christopher, who would run from the torment -

and run SMACK! straight into the King of Oblivion himself.

Melvin.

How his eyes widened so confusedly. This Angel looked just like Salvation, but he had ...silver hair. Deep Blue eyes. He was beautiful, and covered in blood. From behind this Long-Wing, hundreds of demons would come running from the 8th Ring into Oblivion. With a careless smirk, the King waved his claw before them all, and killed all of them with barely a single movement. The King would then take this strange Angel, and observe him for a time. Christopher was terrified, innocent, and very, very weak.

It wouldn't take long for Salvation to come out though. The King subjected the boy to worse torments than he had ever experienced breathing, and Salvation would surely come out to scream. He sure did have a mean set of lungs on him. Like a blood-curdling shriek that would come from a harpy, that Angel could tell you when he was in pain. Christopher just cried a lot, begging for the King to stop harming him.

The King tortured them for eons. Because he was being tortured with Blu never remembering him. He would surface, and at times the Angels would attend, otherwise he would leave them (together, since they were still sharing a body), with a trusted Time-Traveler, who was also Ousted from the Scale. Many horrid things happened to them, but the King rarely cared. Unless he was in his Original Fallen Formation. That form, had feelings.

Christopher Salvation (the name given to the two Long-Wings stuck in one body), would never, EVER leave their King's side. Chris fell in love with the evil-doer, and even allowed himself to be subjected to such torture, just to satisfy his King. Salvation became possessive, and violently obsessed with the King, begging the King to abuse him - it was his defense against his constant hurt. The King became rather pleased with them, and even protected them.

But they were nothing over than trophies to hold over the Heavens' heads.

For a long time. Until Blu would demand otherwise. She would meet them in a few lives... and expect Melvin to care for them. And so he would. But when things went bad in Oblivion, it was right back to harming them. Such a sad life they had. Chris made it a point to help many in Oblivion.

That alone - caused Melvin to remember how Blu had helped so many on the Scale.

Some of them - Melvin allowed Christopher to keep close by, and become loyal servants. He would then teach them useful things, never teaching the same thing to another - and use them. He was a lazy King, but his laziness, was what made him stronger. He would sit around and appear to do nothing atop his Throne of Death - only for others to learn...that he was constantly learning about life and existence.

The Sinner King, was a very, very powerful creature. And a big threat to everyone. But, as long as he didn't do anything to the Scale again - he was allowed atop it, and into LIFE, to be with his hybrid.