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The Road to Hell is Paved with Good Intentions	By : sirensoundwave Category: +1 through F > Danny Phantom Views: 2996 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: Seriously? Fine. The Danny Phantom series is the intellectual property of Butch Hartman. As a result, I get no money for this T_T. The plot is mine though, dammit. He can't have that too.The original character Sylphine belongs to me.

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Hey y'all. Thank you all so much for your support. Chapter 13, can you believe it? Yea!
Anyhoo, important notes ahoy.
First, there is a warning on this chapter for disturbing imagery...namely death of children in horrid ways.
Second this story's sequel will NOT be based in the DP world. It is set in the Young Justice-verse. YJ follows the sidekicks/partners of the DC universe's superheroes. The series itself has no problem reinventing characters and screwing with continuities (When Wally West is Kid Flash and the original Superboy exists, Richard Grayson is too old to be Robin anymore and has been Nightwing for sometime. That role was filled by Tim Drake also known as Red Robin and Hal Jordan should still be the only Green Lantern of Earth; at least that's how I understand it-- which, truth be told, means fuck all. I don't claim to be an expert. Then again, the DC timeline spans from the 1930's till now and things have been flipped, switched, erased, etc to accommodate new characters, story-lines, alternate universes and bridge series created at different times, having nothing to do with each other, together. Doesn't help that comic book characters seem to age arbitrarily too...there goes my inner geek ranting away...) so don't be too alarmed if one is different than what you know, remember or have heard. Just knowing who the main characters are in the YJ continuity is about all you need to follow my story. Wikipedia is awesome for that. *shrugs* It's what I do when something I like gets crossed over with somethin' I've never heard of. You might find a whole new fandom to geek out over ^_^…
The story will be cannon up til the last few moments of 'Auld Aqaintances' (namely because I saw it after I wrote 'A Mother's Love' and the first three chapters of 'Parallels' and found all but the last minute or so still fit my story; so far the time skip is asterous, heavy on the dis but that's just me; if you didn’t get that, don’t worry) but it will have character cameos from this story. Parallels will not be published until this story ends.
Third this chapter explains what happened to cause Sylphine's arrival and more of the lore behind Guardians and Mages. Also there is a major revelation in both the dream and real worlds.
Here's Metallica's King Nothing to lead the way. Let's go!

Chapter 13
King Nothing
Wish I may, wish I might
Have this wish I wish tonight
I want that star
I want it now
I want it all
And I don't care how
Careful what you wish…
Careful what you say…
Careful what you wish, you may regret it
Careful what you wish, you just might get it!
Fear...
Jealousy...
...where are these feelings coming from?
Confusion...
"Father we're different." A set of large red eyes looked up at him quite innocently. There were no pupils, only crimson pools filling those sockets much like his own eyes. Black hair clung to his small round face. "But why? Why do they hate us?"
What's going on?
Clockwork found himself standing, not floating, before a mirror that seemed to stretch forever in either direction in the white room. He could feel legs, not a ghostly tail. The mirror had no frame, no edges he could see. Just an endless expanse of glass. He and the boy were wrapped in white robes.
“Oidhche* they do not hate you, merely do not understand that you and Nikkou** are the way you are for a reason. The two of you are different because there must be balance in the universe. One Mage who has an affinity for the light, the other with an affinity for darkness. They don't see that there are shades of grey, that what is done in the dark is not always tainted nor is all that basks in the light pure.”
That is my voice but I do not remember those words.
Clockwork could see the puzzle cube he had seconds before held in his hand was the same one the child was holding. Except the child’s was complete. Where there were four hole in the one held by the time spectre allowed the cube to be seen through, four spikes made of the same crystal as the box jutted out from those holes.
“But Father you maintain the balance. We are only your creations, just like them. I here them talking sometimes. They believe you made a mistake making us. We scare them.” A child with white hair and eyes the color of emeralds tugged at his robe. These eyes too were like his own.
He could feel himself there but he wasn’t there. The person talking was him but not. He saw his arm move to ruffle snowy locks but he had not willed it to. It seems as though he was experiencing a vision of some sort in first person. But why? This was not his life or rather afterlife.
“No Nikkou. The two of you represent the contrast that must exist in the world. Your names mean night and day, two things that are neither good nor evil yet exist in tandem. The Observants exist to help me keep watch for threats from realms beyond our own, to record history as it unfolds but the two of you must be apart of it. Sentience is a blessing and a curse my dear children. When one is aware, they are able to spark events, shape destiny even when they are not trying. My other creations are not happy I have given the two of you the power to interact with the universe freely.”
“I still don’t see-” Oidhche sighed but the other version of Clockwork merely laughed gently.
“All will become clear in time. For now, you two are but children who have much to learn and time to grow. What the Observants think is their own concern. The Cube of All holds this world together Oidhche and is the source of all my power. Be careful with it.”
“But father we’ve watched stars form and die. We aren’t that young.” Nikkou pouted. “We’ve been watching the second, third, and fourth worlds from this young star there cool and turn blue. Oidhche thinks at least one will hold life soon but I think it will be some time before it’s anything interesting.” He pointed a tan finger at the large mirror and an image of the Earth’s solar system appeared. Sure enough, the planets now known as Venus, Earth and Mars were covered in differing amounts of water and clouds. “There are other planets with civilizations that are more fun to watch though.”
“Will one of us have to watch over the Cube one day?” Oidhche handed it back to his father.
“No. One day, you will develop your own items of power. It comes in time.”
This place, these children...
Clockwork found himself struck by an terrible pain in his entire being. He became overwhelmed by emotions that he could not determine the cause of. It was as if his head was trying to explode.
Anger.
Hate.
Fear.
Desperation.
“Die abominations!” A new, angry voice barked. That voice became a chorus of angry shouts coming from all sides. Ones that sounded familiar.
Clockwork tried to open his eyes long enough to see the children again but only the right one would. The left eye was in excruciating pain. He felt hot thick blood cascading down his face and stinging the open eye. This other form of himself tried to stand but could do more than moan and twitch.
The scene had changed drastically. Horrifyingly so. The puzzle the black haired boy had returned to him had been broken. The variegated pieces shot out into the observing mirror but only the pieces that did so were the parts he caught in the clock tower before this whatever it was started. The original Cube that Vlad had managed to assemble.
Oidhche himself lay face down, surrounded by a red pool too large for the child to survive much longer. His tiny form stirred and attempted to crawl forward. His face was cut up and Clockwork noticed to his horror that as he moved, one of his legs did not. It stayed put, having been severed from his body. He was gasping, crying for his brother and father.
From his position on the ground, still trapped in the vision and unable to move and help, he saw a white cloaked figure kneeling over Nikkou’s screaming form but the boy was obscured save the very top of his thrashing head. The figure moved swiftly as of lunging forward and that blood soaked mane jerked violently. The screaming stopped with a wet gurgle.
A second cloak descended upon the other boy and just as suddenly his cries and all movement stopped. The murderer stood and he could clearly see that a crystalline spire had been shoved into the base of the poor boy’s neck. The same had been done to his brother. After a few moments of eerie silence, the spikes turned black and melted into the wounds they created. The corpses themselves simply faded away, like a ghost becomes invisible. Leaving behind only the sea of sanguine liquid against the otherwise pristine white floor.
He now knew where the two missing puzzle pieces were. Why the Billionaire had never found them in nearly two decades of searching.
He truly wished he didn't.
“This is your fault. You created those monsters!” The one who first shouted turned to him.
“To preserve all of existence they had to die. We know you’ve seen them manipulating lives like toys. They provide no balance, only create chaos as they see fit. We won’t allow them to be reborn as you planned either.” Another said. Though his face was hidden, he could hear the sneer in his voice. “Your precious puzzle will make sure of it.”
“We will continue as you created us to act, as observers. Nothing will interfere with the natural progression of the universe. And you will help us see to that.”
No...this is no vision but a memory! A dark and terrible one.
“Your creation of those things weakened you master. The price of your weakness? You will serve us.”
He looked to see this body being shrouded in purple mist that became the familiar cloak he always wore. Forming the many watches and clock related vestiges that were all he’d ever known. The symbols of his bondage.
“You’ve damned this world...” Was all he could rasp before his eyes rolled back into his head.
He remembered. His creations were jealous of Nikkou and Oidhche because they were more independent than them. The Observants were his servants at one time who came to believe he cared for his Mages more. To some extent it was true. The twins needed his guidance while his servants did not. They had to learn where as the monitoring duties were ingrained already.
This explained the jagged scar across the left side of his face as well.
All because of a desire for power, misunderstandings and daddy issues, his boys were slaughtered. Their abilities and souls warped by the very thing that gave them life, his Cube of All. His recovery from their creation had taken longer than expected and he had become enslaved because he could not defend himself or his boys. He had failed them in so many ways.
The universe began it’s slow but steady path to destruction that day.The Cube of All became synonymous with Pandora's Box for it unleashed all manner of horror into the world when broken. Unfortunately, no hope remained within for there was nothing to contain it. What's more, when his dear children had managed to be reborn so far into the future, they remembered nothing and became enemies. The Observants even tried to force him to destroy them when their ghost powers emerged. He now understood his drive to defy them.
When Venus superheated, Mars cooled to much for life, and Earth eventually produced humans she appeared having been ripped from her own universe. Her own mother and twin. In love with rainbows, butterflies and the color gold, Sylphine provided a pseudo balance of sorts doing the job of two Mages all by herself.
She had been suffering from the strain since she arrived. All the while smiling and giggling to hid her pain. After eons under such stress, he'd probably be a bit of a bitch too. Naturally much of her joy derived from pissing off the beings responsible for her situation. What better way than to secretly provide the lessons he could not to his Mages? Because she was not a natural part of their world and they had tied their own hands against taking action, they could do nothing but seethe as she did as she wished.
Payback, thyne eyes art golden.
*I am a line break! Beware!**I am a line break! Beware!**I am a line break! Beware!*
"Oh, what fresh hell is this?" Tucker muttered to himself channeling one of his favorite sitcom characters.
The mirror with his best bud in it was repairing itself after they had nearly shattered it. A bunch of new mirrors full of their classmates had just shown up and you could cut the tension between Valerie and the team with a chainsaw.
"Val we understand that you feel betrayed but right now, we have to get Danny out of here!" Jazz pleaded.
"You don’t understand a damned thing Jasmine. My life, my father's reputation he spent years building were destroyed by that monster! And it doesn't even end there. What part of 'feeding on human energy' went over your heads?! He put those people in the hospital. Him! We're nothing but food to him, how can something like that have real feelings?!" She didn't notice the tears streaming down her face as she ranted. "Danny... why?"
As much as she wanted to hate him for all he had done to her, for what he really was, she just couldn't. Even though Phantom had put her through hell, she just couldn't transfer those feelings to the awkward, shy and good natured Danny Fenton.
Droplets of conflicting emotions splattered onto the surface of the glass and the self repair halted. The remaining seams sparked.
"Oh man what is that?" Sam drew their eyes to Danny. Something thin and black was pressing outward from the skin of his throat. Like a macabre take on a plant shoot rising from the soil.
Almost every one looked. Valerie was unable as she had dropped to her knees, clutching the edge of the glass prison. So when where her hands were crumbled away and the mirror simply exploded, showering them in black sparkles, it scared the fuck out of them all.
An outline of a body formed then filled in. Danny appeared with his head in Ms. Grey's lap still out like a light. A 6 or 7 inch long thin black crystal floated inches above her head. It pulsed before all the color faded away leaving it clear like a diamond. Yet she didn't notice the jewelaaq. The instant he appeared she hugged him sobbing and shaking.
"I'm so sorry Danny!" she blubbered and all Team Phantom could do was stare in shock. Then everyone save an unconscious halfa jumped a mile when a chorus of shattering glass swept though the mirror garden. One by one their schoolmates' images simply vanished from the reflections shortly before they exploded as well.
The strange inky black miasma that hung about parts of the field dissipated. The similarly colored gnarled trees and sharp spires became columns like those that had not been corrupted by the mist. The sky became a pale cloudy blue.
Task completed, the four of them opened their eyes in the real world.
*I am a line break! Beware!**I am a line break! Beware!**I am a line break! Beware!*
"What's wrong old man?" Phantom twirled the blade of his weapon by it's chain lazily as he looked down at a now human Vlad. The elder halfa was exhausted yet Phantom had energy to spare. Not hard when he could command his puppets to draw it from whoever they were near. As their battle raged, he had lost only a fraction of his power for every chunk Plasmius did. Not long before he changed back, people had realized photo ops were not worth risking their necks over and finally scattered.
“You wouldn’t seriously kill me boy.” Sea-foam eyes hardened from their position on the street. His opponent looming over him. “You’re not a killer.”
“Mmm...Danny? Nope. I’m a whole other animal Vlad.” He lifted the kusari-gama over his head only to freeze. “Fuck! No, not now!”
Cracks and fissures appeared all over his body as if he were a china doll that was crumbling. Vlad was forced to shield his eyes from the light shining between the cracks. When he was able to look again, harmless Danny Fenton lay in a crumpled heap before him.

*I am a line break! Beware!**I am a line break! Beware!**I am a line break! Beware!
*pronounced uh-yee-ch-ya (the ch is like in the Scottish word for lake, loch) and is Scots-Gaelic for night.
**pronounced neek-koh (ou sounds like the oa in coal) and is Japanese for daylight. I felt the name for day, hi (hee) or yobi (yoh-bee) were too short.
What do you think? Next up, we see Clockwork take back his title of Guardian and we learn what is to become of the universe when he does. The story is coming to a close y'all. Sirensoundwave, out!
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