The cool kids club is back and you're still not allowed to sit with us. You can sit on the floor I guess. Better than sitting with the nerds at the bottom. Here comes the cool stage directions.

"Quanaarin," Dragons and shouts

"Fire rune," Magic

"OOf," normie talk

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"START!"

The Black hood over his head, he looked around. His outfit was a black robe, dropping to his knees, with white designs etched though. There was no string connecting the sides, and he wore no shirt. His pants were the black as well, without the strange designs. His boots were white and his pants tucked into them.

He closed his eyes and focused. 11 signatures of energy closed in towards on each side, circling around him. They appeared all at the same time. One brave, or foolish rather, stepped forward to propose an offer to him.

"You are handicapped, and we wouldn't like Riser looking bad, so I hope you accept fighting us one on one."

"You are a fool to even consider underestimating an opponent. Especially one you've never met!" He yelled. His voice shook the world Heavily, making the devils wary

"Then there is no point in fighting you fair." She said.

"If you mortals think you can beat me you are foolish." Marick turned away from them and shouted "Durnehviir!" The sheer force of the shout forced them back and popped their ears.

Marick and the devils watched as claws tore through the ground and a great dragon emerged from the ground and they stood fearful as the dragon flared its wings revealing its form.

Durnehviir's skin and scales had peeled back over the years showing bones and that is when the devils of Riser's peerage realized, the dragon was undead, undying… unstoppable.

Durnehviir turned to Marick and bowed his head in reverence saying "Qahnaarin, thank you for this boon. Now I can fly the skies of Keizaal once more, but before I fly, what will you have me do?"

Marick reveled in the fear he felt radiating off of the devils "What are you?!" They yelled in terror.

Marick smiled and said "You call yourselves Devils, correct? Lets just say that I'm your worst nightmare!"

The Devils cowered when they heard these fateful words uttered, "Durnehviir. Break them, but don't kill them,"

"As you wish Dovahkiin..." Durnehviir snarled and roared "It will be done!"

Durnehviir turned to face the devils and they immediately attacked attempting to bring him down, Marick watched as they fought Durnehviir with no effect. He listened as Durnehviir shouted at the Devils "DIIL QOTH ZAAM" and he watched as Bonemen, Mistmen and Wrathmen were summoned in droves and attacked the devils.

Saying the audience was shocked, would be an understatement. Sure, people had wielded the power of dragons and fought with almost infinite power, but no one ever actually summoned a dragon to fight.

"What an amazing power this man has," Sirzechs commented. "Rias, what is the name of his sacred gear?" He asked. Rias was speechless however. Boosted gear replied for her. "That is no sacred gear, Devil king." They were surprised the Boosted gear could talk, but it was underwhelming currently.

"What do you mean Ddraig?" Sirzechs asked.

"That man is not from this world. A dragon filling the air with it's power makes it difficult to sleep."

"Not from this world?" Sirzechs replied ignoring the rest of his comment

"He speaks in a draconic tongue, which is why you devils can't understand it, and just by speaking the world shakes around him, he truly is not from our world,"

"Interesting," was all Sirzechs could respond.

They were left further speechless as the fight continued.

One last Blonde girl remained, about to be torn to shreds by all the enemies surrounding her. "Yield," Marick said, causing Durnehviir and his minions to halt and turn to him. The girl looked at if she she had wet herself in utter fear. "Forfeit girl, lest you suffer worse than that of your friends," he said again.

"I concede!" She yelled into the air her fear showing. She was enveloped in blue and disappeared, like the rest of the injured.

"You may leave, fly the skies Durnehviir, have fun." He said turning to the dragon. The undead were pulled into the ground and Durnehviir responded. "My thanks Qahnaarin, and may you be successful in your battles to come,"

"All of Riser's peerage defeated! Only the King remains, and his challenger remain!" Grayfia said hesitating over the intercom.

Marick smirked as he looked at the sky. Here came the man of the day. Riser flew above him like a king to a peasant, little did he know however. "YOU! HOW DARE YOU!" He shouted

"Are you ready to fight me Riser? I wouldn't recommend flying over me as you are." Marick calmly told him.

"YOU HAVE NO RIGHT TO TELL ME WHAT TO DO!" He shouted from above.

"As you wish, fool. JOOR ZAH FRUL!"

Marick shouted at Riser. Dragonrend. Mortal, Finite, temporary. Completely mortal for a short time. Just the confidence breakdown Riser needed. Riser's wings faded from his back and he fell facedown into the dirt in front of Marick.

For the first time in forever, had Riser felt real pain. He couldn't use his magic. He couldn't fly. And he couldn't heal the bruises on his face. He was as weak as a human.

Marick reached into his personal storage in the void and pulled out something that would definitely make his opponent fear him. The Ebony Blade, the very one gifted to mortals from the daedra, and can steal away the very life force of its enemies, made only more effective by killing ones its owner trusts, for after all it was given by the Daedric prince Mephala, Weaver of lies.

Marick stabbed the blade through Risers left hand. Blood spouted from the wound, though most was absorbed by the blade. Riser screamed in pain. Marick stepped on his fingers and pulled the blade out, and did the same with Risers right hand. Riser screamed again.

"How does it feel. To fall from your godlike perch. To feel pain as the rest of us can. It hurts doesn't it. It really hurts. But you know what? It's all your fault. You are the reason you're experiencing this pain. Why must you cause so much trouble and cause those around you so much pain. Rias, the hearty gentle girl I know, cried because of you and your insensitivity. How dare YOU do something like that, it's almost unthinkable you would even try."

Marick pulled the blade from his right hand causing Riser to shriek. His hand started to set ablaze and heal, but Marick was quicker "JOOR ZAH FRUL!" He shouted at Riser once again, making him mortal once more.

He grabbed Riser by his hair and held him up. Marick cut Riser face slightly with the blade, Riser yelping slightly, fear in his eyes.

"The moment the effect of the shout wears off, i'll use it again, allowing for an infinite loop. You will not be set free. Now, tell me something, now that you are afraid. How does it feel to feel as those who you had tortured, hmm? How does it feel to bear the pain like you caused others?"

Riser was shaken and couldn't respond. "Hahaha, you are truly weak it seems. The moment you are losing, you swallow and attempt to plead for your life, pathetic. Since you cannot continue and cannot speak, I shall put you out of your misery,"

Marick pushed Riser away and Shouted "GAAN LAH HAAS" (Drain vitality) and Riser screamed for a few seconds before a blue light enveloped him and he was sent away. He would be fine, after all, the effects of the shout would soon wear. However, the fear would not fade, not for a long, long time.

"R-Riser has been defeated. Marick has won," Grayfia announced.

"Oh my… It seems that Marick was more powerful than we imagined," Sirzechs said. No one responded to his comment for there was, not really anything to say.

(a few day's later)

Marick sat on the roof of the occult research club's roof staring at the starry skyline and wondered why there was only one moon, and it's only name was just 'The Moon'. Marick sat pondering why he even bothered to fight Riser, then he remembered why and thought. "It's better than sitting on my ass and doing nothing."

Marick heard someone walking behind him, so he turned to see Rias gremory standing behind him, he greeted her by saying "It's strange; to look upon the sky, and see different stars, and see only one moon."

Rias noted the tone of wistfulness that creeped into his voice and then she noticed what Marick was wearing, it looked like he was wearing shadows embroidered into cloth and the armor felt of an unspoken power to hide the wearer when needed or wanted by the wearer.

Rias spoke saying "What ARE you wearing?"

Marick chuckled and smiled underneath his mask and responded saying

"This is the armor of the Nightingales, thieves and assassins alike. They were skilled at what they did, I was inducted into their order when Ishowed promise in the thieves guild, and it was also to even the scales to fight a man named Mercer who killed the last guildmaster…"

Rias interrupted him with a question

"Was he a threat?"

Marick chuckled to himself but not out of laughter

"Yes, he was a threat, he had an artifact of a daedric prince called the skeleton key"

"And just how is this artifact dangerous?" asked Rias with curiosity

"Its power is honestly limitless, it unlocked the hidden potential inside of oneself, in order to stop us he collapsed a building with it to block our path and that is not a fraction of what it can do. It can bend reality, if you can think of it, it can happen, you want the sun to disappear it can't do that, but you want to level a city, yep it can do that."

"Or perhaps, you could just say it could open that obnoxious bedroom door of yours, Rias. Why can't you hear my knocks, I wonder.

Rias blushed and turned away before Marick returned to his stargazing. "One moon huh… it still takes some getting used to it.."

Rias said "what do you mean, does your home have two moons?"

Marick turned to look at her once more and said in a forlorn voice

"Yes...yes it does have two moons, Masser and Secunda are their names, as you can most likely assume one is bigger than the other."

"Why does your world have two moons?" asked rias in a curious tone

"I truly do not know, perhaps it pleased the Divines to place them there, I mean it was they who created the world, so I'm pretty sure they made into an image they could be proud of, but one cannot truly know the nature of the divine only understand it."

Marick sighed as he stood up saying "I believe I should go, it's not often I have a room to stay in, most of the time I sleep in the wilds with the animals, they don't mind my presence. It's like the divines blessed me."

Marick up and left Rias there with more questions than she had answers for.

Marick slept well. He would need the sleep if he was to be prepared for what would soon come for him. The next morning, while he was out exploring, he was approached by Rias and Akeno.

"I know it's kind of boring having nothing to do since things have settled down, so if you like we can get you a job at the school," Akeno stated.

"Is there something that needs killing or stealing there?" Marick asked.

"No Marick," Rias sighed "We are offering you a job as a teacher!"

"A teacher huh? I suppose I have knowledge I could pass upon to your generation," He started "I would prefer If I could teach something physical of course, perhaps fighting of some kind…"

"You could be a coach!" Akeno said with her eyes widening "Rias! He would be perfect for some of our teams! And maybe he can keep those peepers away from our locker room,"

"He would also have to teach something else, maybe Science? I'll have him in Issei and Asia's class!" Rias and Akeno looked at eachother kept coming up with ideas but Marick already left for the school. Perhaps the school would be an interesting change.

OOF

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