The Immortal Failure [Chaos]

[The King of Hearts]

This was it. The King thought. He wasn't whole, not yet. Strands of golden yellow wisps slowly gathered together in the small plaza near the end of the trolley line. In order to escape a brutal beating from his enemies, the man had no choice but to flee in such a manner. The energy he split himself into was the very essence of his life. If someone managed to net the energy, which even the most skilled people would struggle to even get a finger on it, they would hold his very life in his hands. The very idea of someone else taking his life made the King scoff. He was immortal, and only one person in the entire universe could kill him.

Slowly the man walked to the edge of the plaza. Where a waist high beige wall was the only thing that prevented someone from tumbling down the black cliff into the river below. Climbing onto the wall, the man found a seat on the wall. His feet dangling down. He didn't really care if he fell. It's not like gravity could kill him, nor the pointy rocks & raging rapids below. "A hundred years spent conquering the universe. And for what?" The King muttered to himself. Just over a hundred years ago he ruled Wonderland with an iron fist, and it was paradise. But then he was dethroned.

During his escape, the King crashed here, in Twilight Town. It was a lovely old woman that took him in, who lived not to far from here. She sheltered him. Then one day she died, and he tried to take over the universe. He failed. Once again he raised an army. One so great that he had the universe not only by the throat but by the balls too. Unfortunately for the King of Hearts, that too ended in failure. Heck, he could not even finish off two children. Failure, that word really rang with him. He only took over Wonderland because the world itself let him, and when it was done with him it kicked him aside. No matter how successful he thought he was, the man's life always ended in failure. Crystal blue eyes lingered on the river below him. Perhaps it would be better for him to end this all.

[OOC ;; Coming from; Your King Has Returned. As a reference, the King is in that small little garden place where Roxas fought his shadow self in KH2. The one with the tiny waterfall. ]

[Chaos]

Chaos watched the creature below him. He had come back to this world to see if Sentenza still lived. However it seemed this world was not Sentenza's native world. He had walked through the streets in his black suit. He had jumped onto a nearby roof and just watched the pathetic humans go about their daily lives, unaware of the beast that watched them.

Now his attention was drawn to a rather depressed male. The way he entered the garden told Chaos that the man was not human. He seemed to be considering something, and his proximity to the edge made it seem like suicide. Chaos continued to watch him, wondering if he would jump, when the words filtered up to him.

Chaos knew that this man would be useful. Chaos jumped from the building, landing with enough force to crack the pavement beneath him. "Just to see it torn down by ingrates who can't appreciate what you have done."

He stood up and straightened his black tie and his black fedora. "It is a pleasure to meet you, might I have your name?" He asked with a warm smile. When Chaos tried he could be as smooth as silk.

[The King of Hearts]

Depressed blue eyes flicked over to the new comer. Slowly the King of Heart's eyes moved up and down the man's body. Carefully inspecting him. The pure display of strength did not impress him. Rarely did such acts register well with the man. No matter how much strength you had, it was meaningless if you did not have the skill to use it. Almost a century ago, Wonderland deemed that he was no longer fit to be the ruler. The Queen of Hearts came at him with full force, intending to kill him. She was stronger, she had the reality of the entire world at her beck and call. Yet the man still managed to escape, through skill alone. But what this man seemed to lack in finesse, he made up in manners and looks. It brought some sense of comfort to the broken immortal. Even if Chaos did not know who he was.

"I have no birth name, only my birth right." The King of Hearts stated. He shifted his body so that he was sitting on the wall sideways. One long leg resting on the edge, while the other dangled off. His emotionless eyes was locked squarely on Chaos. "I am the King of Hearts by birth, yet that is a hollow title. My throne was taken from me long ago. I was once given the name Allen White. Yet the senile woman who bestowed it upon me has long since died." The man paused to sigh. Was this really what his life amounted too? "I once held a blade to the universe's throat, my Deck of Cards being my blade. With a single flick of my wrist all worlds would have burned to nothing but ash. No one man could stop me. It took all the pathetic heroes the Light could gather together."

It was odd for the King, to summarize the past few decades for a stranger. Yet only fifty years after he was defeated barely anyone knew of him. Of his power, of his wrath. At one time he ruled many of the planets, yet he was still but a distant memory. "Now I am nothing but a forgotten monarch. My Kingdom forever lost to me. All I have been left with is my crown, which does me little use. These wretched mongrels have no respect for my crown. " With the mention of his crown, Allen drew the golden revolver from his jacket. He held it in the sunlight for the other man to admire. It was truly a beautiful weapon, crafted by means far beyond that of most sentient life forms. The light glittered and reflected off of it. Yet there was something sad, depressing about it. Perhaps it was the King's own mood effecting it, or the small smudges on the weapon's almost immaculate surface. "Now, may I ask who are you? Have you come to take my crown away from me?"

[Chaos]

Chaos bowed deeply, and with a flourish. "Your majesty, I would never come to do something so vulgar as to deny a royal his birthright." He said straightening. This being had said everything Chaos would need to know to manipulate him. Nobles had been one of the first type of people he had to learn to manipulate.

"My name is Chaos. What I seek is easy, he death of every insignificant being on every world." He said with a low voice, savoring each word. "I am certain that a man of your history and majesty can appreciate such a goal."

Chaos smiled, looking to the King. "I once held power as well, and it was ripped from me, teaching me an oh so important lesson, it never lasts. However death is forever. Every human killed is one gone forever. I need not worry about them coming to swarm me anymore. They are unclean writhing masses, that hold their hands out for the barest scrap of what is rightfully ours. They demand everything to fill their empty hearts, instead of keeping their head down and doing the work we rightfully order them to do."

He shook his head and frowned ever so slightly. "Such waste of life must be corrected. A new balance must be asserted, and I believe we should start from zero. Burn it all down and craft our new order. What say you, oh King of Hearts, do you to see the waste of flesh that surrounds us? Do you as well see the need to start from scratch?"

[The King of Hearts]

A small little smile graced the immortal's lips as Chaos spoke. So polite, so handsome. Truly if it was any other day the King would have offered the man a position within his own deck, perhaps as a General, or maybe even Ace of Hearts. Yes.. The role of Ace of Hearts would fit this man well. He would make a fine replacement to Akira. Yet the day had soured his disposition. What was the point of leading an army when you knew it was going to be crushed by brats like Sora?

The royal brat silently listened to the other man, returning his revolver to it's holster as he spoke. His small gentle smile turned into one of wicked glee. "Kill all of them you? Each and every piece of trash within this universe?" The man inquired, more of himself thinking out loud. He pondered for a few more seconds, thinking over his options. With a decision in mind, the King of Hearts clapped his hands together. With the wicked smile still on his face he hopped down onto the ground.

"Why that sounds like a splendid idea." The King of Hearts said, answering the other man. The depression was almost gone from his face, filled instead with joy. This may turn out to a splendid day. Killing all those beneath him. "Now, where do we begin?" The King said, as excited as a kid in a candy shop. There was no real draw backs. He had no allies. His enemies? Well almost every brat that cried out to light while they were doing it. Which for the King meant any follower of the light. So by allying himself with Chaos he had no enemies to gain, and no allies to loose. If the situation turned truly bad for him, the King could simply withdraw. The chances of her confronting him in battle was slim to none. Thus the King could only climb higher from here.

[Chaos]

Chaos smiled. He had the man, it was obvious to him. What army could be gathered in his name? Perhaps he could summon the Heartless, maybe even teach Chaos to control the more powerful ones.Or did this man know magic? Of course he had Constance to teach him that. "First we must build an army." Chaos said. At one point this man had been a threat to all worlds. He had been beaten, but that meant he had the power. Chaos knew how that felt and if this man could only bring a tenth of the power he claimed to have had, it would be a worthy investment.

"I have gathered a small force, but I imagine it pales in comparison to what you are accustomed to. If we could reclaim your rightful throne, I am certain we could assemble a formidable army under your banner. We can strike at every world, burning them to ash. Finally all of the void will be dark, except for your world, your kingdom." Chaos said, an seductive edge to each of his words. He could handle being the servant if it needed to be done. Once he was done he could strike the man down then. Perhaps he would endear himself to Chaos like Constance had. She would survive if Chaos could help it, he would see to that. Maybe this man's kingdom would serve as Chaos' new seed for the worlds. The possibilities were endless.