"A child born from a broken heart

Was made without one of his own

In darkness thick and sins immense

The seeds of chaos were sown…"

There was a conflict between two forces a good year or so back on the planet of Plit. The two combatants were boys of equals age as far as appearance went. For you see, the second boy, who sported a black and white appearance to act as the antithesis to the color scheme of his opponent, was a clone of the first boy that was created only an hour ago by the malicious witch Cackletta. The boy fought his good counterpart in a heated conflict after breaking away from the possession of the Dark Star, and though the child of chaos fought valiantly despite the lack of emotions he was capable of expressing…His fate was already decided, and he perished at the hands of the original…

"A soul of empty design

Emotions gone without a trace

Not even his impending death

Did make his heart race…"

The final attack of the original was launched with the intention to destroy the clone entirely, because he had a regenerative factor that made him more dangerous then expected…But for all the original tried to do, he failed to take into consideration the clone's tenacious desire to keep his "mother's" desire for a world cleansed of evil alive. Even though his body was struck in the middle of the explosion of neon flames, a part of him managed to survive the ordeal with a portion of his spirit lingering inside it in a comatose state…It was the right hand that survived, for it was the part of the body that was used to fire off the clone's own ultimate attack, and the lingering aura protected it enough against the original…

"Forgotten by all who saw him

What remained stayed in the air

No one would find out where he was

Even if they tried a close-up stare…"

Time passed across the outside world, the clone's existence forgotten by everyone but the original within a matter of weeks. The hand floated in the sky, waiting for the day when it would come back to life again to fulfill its purpose. All the while, the soul of the clone slept, cuddled up in a ball that was trapped within the limit space of his own physical hand as the days turned to months, and in time turned into a full year. The chances of the clone being brought back to life were slim to none, for in order to accomplish this task he would require a mass quantity of darkness tinted with hatred…And on a planet as pure as this one, it could take an eternity for that to happen.

"For a child designed to purge sin

It was quite ironic to say

That it would only be because of sin

That he would have a chance to see another day…"

Eventually, the emergence of a leviathan that threatened to erase all of reality brought forth all the darkness that the child would have needed to revive…But before the hand could latch onto any of the darkness that seeped outward, another force came and claimed it all for himself. It was the spirit of the original Dark King, who had picked up the darkness to revive his host body. The boy was robbed of his chance to be revived, and had to experience being out of existence for a brief period of time before returning to the cramped confines of is hand…As the clone would soon discover though, he would be rewarded for his patience…

"In the black of night

When all have gone to sleep

Not one, but two shall rise

From darkness they did reap…"

Not long after the leviathan was slain, the original Dark King made certain to revive his host body while the world slept. The one known as Joe Dark was then guided by the spirit to head off of this world and seek out a certain set of objects that would further increase his powers to combat the clone's original self…But as the Dark King left the planet, he was entirely unaware of what his darkness was doing in the skies of Plit. The darkness was absorbed by the hand, and bit by bit the flesh began to grow out from the palm to recreate the body of the clone. Everything about the clone's appearance was brought back, from the blank eyes to the black and white color scheme of his clothes and hair, and the clone could do nothing more then stare emotionlessly at his hands when he fully returned to the world of the living…

"To be robbed of life

Only to return

Just what kind of thoughts

Does an emotionless being churn?"

The clone spent little time focusing on his own revival, for with an expressionless look in his eyes he quickly remembered his purpose and decided that for now he should deal with the demise of all sinful beings on this planet, including his "evil" half that brought him to the abyss of death so long ago. As the clone readied himself to descend and deal with the populace, he caught a whiff of the darkness that was remaining from the Dark King's ascent off the planet's surface, and with a brief second of shock on his face he turned towards the starry atmosphere and thought to himself that the energy signature that the darkness seeped out from was a little too similar to his own…

"We've met yet we haven't

A time before now I recall

One thing we share

Is the person who brought about our fall…"

For one who was designed to follow one set goal, the clone surprisingly yet swiftly chose to deviate from what his mind was commanding him to do as he arched his eyebrows to show slight annoyance towards the person responsible for the energy signature, and in another small display of emotion a scowl appeared on the clone's face. The decision was made without any further conflict from his prime directive, and with a turn of his body the clone shot off towards space to follow the one know as Joe Dark to the best of his ability…In time, he would hopefully receive an answer to his question…

"Two forces with opposite goals

Yet both share a hatred towards the same person

It won't take long for the two to meet…

As they continue their space excursion…"

Fallacious Chaos…

The End…?