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Dreams of an Absolution	By : DeusExProcella Category: +M through R > PowerPuff Girls Views: 9670 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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"I will now bleed for what I believe in
No more mistakes for them to make for me
So goodbye, it's my time to be...
To be me"
Sentry the Defiant (Coheed and Cambria "The Afterman: Descension")

Dreams of an Absolution
Chapter 36
Blossom slowly exhaled, her fangs gleaming when she smiled. Her ruined clothes had been completely incinerated by her transformation. Her long hair billowed in the wind given off by her energy. Overhead, the light of Hatred's sky trickled down into the pit, through the gaping hole left overhead from her outburst. Faintly, she could hear the sky song. But, over the roar of her energy, it was a dull mumble. No one spoke for the longest minute, until Blossom grinned and took a step forward. The Samurai jerked backward, sword held at the ready.
"You don't seem so confident anymore...am I scaring you, Samurai?" Blossom taunted. One of her tentacles whipped to the side, smashing one of the ruined statues. The Samurai narrowed his eyes and puffed up his wings, though he couldn't help flinching when the same tentacle lashed out at him, snapping inches from his face. Blossom giggled and shifted her mitts into claws, "If you want to know...I've never felt more confident. I've never felt better!"
The Samurai swallowed and pointed his sword at her, "Do not think this changes things, demon. You shall not win this day!" In response, Blossom merely laughed. She snapped her tentacle in his face again. This time, the Samurai swung at it, missing by inches. With a war cry, the Samurai wasted no more time and charged at the monster.
"This changes everything!" she hissed, dodging his first strike. The next came even faster, but Blossom dodged it with a smirk; one tentacle shot out, becoming a sickle, nearly taking the Samurai's head from his shoulders. The Samurai continued his assault, sword flashing like lightning through the air. But, hard as he tried, his blows were always just behind his prey's step. That is, until, with a mighty cry, he shot into the air and came down with all his might.
A wicked grin spread across Blossom's face, her arm shifting into a sword of her own. She casually held her arm up, blocking the attack. The two stood, the Samurai shaking pushing down with all his might, Blossom grinning and standing still as a statue.
"This. Is. Impossible!" The Samurai bellowed. He jumped back and struck again. Once more, Blossom parried the attack with a simple swing of her arm. Where before, his strikes had pierced her skin effortlessly...now they weren't even enough to stagger her. With another cry, he struck out with a massive swing. Blossom blocked it and effortlessly forced his blade to the ground. Shaking her head, she giggled and lightly caressed his cheek with her tentacle.
"You know, you only have yourself to blame..." she whispered. The Samurai glared and jumped away. Blossom's hand shifted back to normal.
The Samurai, panting and looking around nervously, yelled back, "That is not true! I did everything I could to save the world! I will not allow an evil such as you to win! I cannot allow it!" The Samurai took a swing at her, but with a casual backhand, Blossom knocked his sword from his grip. It flew across the chamber and embedded itself in the wall. She narrowed her eyes and began to advance on him, her mitts shifting into all manner of different weapons reflexively.
"You won't allow it? Don't you understand? It's your fault I'm even here! You said it yourself! I'm your greatest failure..." Blossom stopped and looked to the side, gesturing toward one of Aku's statues, "You killed Aku! You were the man who killed a god! The insect that grew a stinger! It's your fault!" Blossom's energy exploded out, driving the Samurai up against the wall. He groaned and slid to the ground, taking a meager defensive stance. Blossom glowered, her fangs bared and eyes burning brighter. Her tentacles whipped and snapped viciously.
"You killed Aku. And your descendant, used what was left over to make something much, much worse. You get it, don't you?" Blossom took another deep breath, a growl working its way into her throat, "You made me!" She roared and threw herself at the Samurai, her hands turning into claws.
Blossom cleaved a massive gash in the wall with a simple swing of her claws, the rock tearing until it became sand, the very force of the slash causing the wall to collapse. The Samurai rolled to the side, only to be snatched by her tentacle. Blossom hurled him through a statue and shot at him once more. It took all the Samurai's strength to dodge her next attack, only to have another tentacle slam into his stomach. Blossom whipped around and brought two more down on his back, smashing him into the floor. The Samurai crawled to his knees and rolled forward, just narrowly avoiding her hand, in the form of a hammer, smashing down where he'd been.
"That right! Run! I want you to die tired!" Blossom roared, belching out a massive column of flame that tore through nearly everything in its path. The Samurai quickly ducked behind a statue, avoiding the brunt of her fire breath, though it destroyed his cover.
"I cannot...let you..." Blossom shot a tentacle out, grabbing the Samurai's throat and choking down his sentence. He hacked, gagging on breathless screams as she thrashed him again and again with her tentacles like whips. Blossom snarled and slammed the Samurai into the ground. As he began to rise, the tips of her tentacles lit up with pink energy.
"Incredible!" Chamberlain cried, watching as Blossom unleashed a massive energy blast from each of her tentacles, further desecrating the chamber. The Grandmaster of War noticed the coffin, which was in danger of being destroyed by his Lady's wrath. Casting a glance back at the fight, Chamberlain slipped into the shadows.
"Where's your attitude now? Where's your spirit of righteousness?" Blossom screamed, unleashing her heat rays, which hit the Samurai and smashed him through the chamber wall, his body digging its own crater. Blossom appeared in front of him, snatching the edge of his gi and lifting him up to her face. This close, the Samurai could feel the full heat of her power burning his ghostly form.
"Evil...cannot win...cannot overcome...righteousness..." he managed to choke out in defiance. Blossom chuckled and threw the ghost to the ground. As she stalked toward him, her entire body began to tremble. She ground her teeth, her grin becoming a feral snarl; she dug deeper and deeper into her dark, ancient power.
"You're wrong!" she, quite literally, roared, "Let me show you what real evil is!" She roared again and threw herself forward, her entire body exploding. Before the Samurai could climb to his feet, he was hit by a new, much larger form. He choked on blood catching in his throat and slowly looked down. She'd transformed, completely this time. Her massive snout was inches from his face, fire leaking from her curled lips, showing off her now huge fangs. He looked down at the claw now pinning him to the wall. It was larger than his torso. With a growl, she shoved him against the wall, crushing his ribs, his hips, his shoulders in one swing.
Blossom, now a massive black dragon, roared and threw the Samurai to the ground. In spite of his injuries, the angelic phantom got to his feet and dodged her next swing. With a roar, Blossom spread a pair of giant wings, smashing in the walls and bringing more of the ceiling down. She rose up on her hind legs. The Samurai stared in horror, backing away, trying to find his sword. She was too tall to stand up straight...she had to be nearly thirty feet tall now.
Chamberlain froze where he stood, next to the tomb, staring wide-eyed at Blossom's transformation. "No...it can't be..." he whispered. It was a form all too familiar to him, though somehow different. Now there was no doubt in his mind...she was the one, "The Sovereign..."
The Samurai pulled his sword free from the wall, panting and clutching his chest. He looked up at Blossom, just as her tail swung around, clubbing him in the chest, driving him through stone pillars and through the distant wall. The Samurai, finally, crumbled, too weak to pull himself free from the wall. The Powerpuff girl roared and belched a torrent of fire out at the fallen warrior. Too weak to avoid it, the Samurai screamed, his ghostly form ravaged with pain. He fell forward, pulling free from his rocky tomb. His form had survived, but at what price? He couldn't move, he couldn't defend himself.
Blossom shot across the room, crawling along the wall, tearing down more of the ceiling. She lunged at the Samurai, digging her massive claws into his wings. Unlike the rest of him, they shred like flesh, spilling blood across the cave floor. The Samurai screamed as blow after mighty blow came down on him, tearing his broken wings apart. Blossom swatted him across the room once more and breathed another wall of fire over him. When she finally let up, the Samurai's phantom body had lost its glow, just barely maintaining its grip on the living world.
"Weak!" Blossom roared, stalking toward him, her feet smashing deep craters in the ground, "Pathetic! You thought you could destroy me? I'm more than you could ever be!" Blossom roared and began shrinking, until she was once more her true self. She launched her tentacles at him, piercing his hands, his side, his shoulders, and one through his stomach. She dragged him to her, forcing him to kneel down. She leaned forward, standing nose to nose with the ghostly warrior. Her eyes burned venomously in the dark.
"Where's your stinger now?" She spat. The Samurai, defiant to the end, narrowed his eyes and struggled to speak. Blossom punched him in the chest, forcing out his thin breath. She grabbed his hair and pulled his head back to look her in the eye. When he tried to draw another breath, she punched him in the throat and let his head drop. She slammed him into the ground, and her tentacles shifted to serrated blades. She slowly tore each one from him, her glare becoming a grin with each louder scream.
She kicked him in the side, rolling him screaming and gasping for air onto his back. Blossom chuckled and blew a puff of air at him, which froze the ghostly skin where it hit instantly. The Samurai cried out again, and again, each time more desperate than the last. Inch by inch, she slowly froze his body until only his head was left. Patches of his face were frozen, but he could still, barely, open his eyes. With his vision fading, and the light from above being only marginally brighter than twilight, all the Samurai could see in the dark were her eyes. Wicked flames, flames he'd unleashed.
"No..." he finally managed to gasp out. Before he could finish uttering the word, Blossom's arm, transformed into a long blade, shot out and rammed through his mouth, spearing his head to the ground. The light finally left the Samurai's eyes and his form went dim. As it was fading, Blossom brought her tentacles down and smashed his frozen form over and over again, until there wasn't even ice left behind. With a snort and a giggle, she turned away.
Samurai Jack was dead at last, and dead for good.
"My Lady, the tomb is opening," Chamberlain called. Blossom joined him, watching as black and blue light erupted from the edges of the coffin. A white aura appeared around the coffin and, as quickly as it appeared, shattered. The lid exploded and a hellish scream filled the air. It was the sky song, Blossom realized. Or at least, it sounded similar.
Blossom crossed her arms and raised a flaming eyebrow, "The Soul Collector, I presume?" The black figure rose up from the light, stretching his arms into the sky. There was a maniacal grin on his face as his head lit up with blue fire. He lowered his head and stared at them with a wild smile on his face. The demon had no teeth and the blue fire coming from his head seemed to fill his entire body, lighting up his mouth and eyes. He lowered his arms and stretched his long, clawed fingers. Like Chamberlain, it seemed he too had been made in Aku's image.
"So long...I've slept so long..." he murmured to himself, in a high-airy voice. The Soul Collector pulled back the dark cape he wore, revealing a suit of armor made entirely from skulls adorning his chest. He turned his head to the sky, ignoring Chamberlain and Blossom entirely.
"So many voices screaming in unison, so many souls to collect!" He began to rise up in the air. He didn't make it far, though, before an explosion of pink fire cut him off and he found himself held by his collar and staring into Blossom's eyes.
"I believe, I was speaking to you," she spoke, throwing him back down to the coffin. The Soul Collector shook his head and looked around, finally taking in his surroundings. He threw a passing glance at Chamberlain, then turned to face Blossom.
"Master?" He whispered. Her dark skin, flaming eyes, lashing tendrils...was this the master? No, the master did not have long red hair, nor was he a small girl child. The Soul Collector narrowed his eyes and floated up to her level, staring at her eyes. And yet, though it wasn't the master...he found himself compelled to obey.
"My name is Blossom," she said, "Your new mistress," she was equally quick to point out. The Soul Collector narrowed his eyes in confusion.
"What of the Master, Aku? You resemble him, and yet...you are not the Master," he asked.
Blossom smirked and crossed her arms, "I'm his girlfriend, and one day, I'll be his Queen," The Soul Collector was taken aback. A bride for the Master? What kind of creature could compare to the might of Aku? What mortal could dare claim to be his equal? His beloved? The Soul Collector groaned, too weak, still, to muster much in the form of retaliation. The Soul Collector's eyes went wide; he, once again, took in his surroundings.
"The Samurai...where is the Samurai?" He clutched his head and groaned, recalling his final moments alive, "I remember...I tried to steal his soul, but it was too powerful! Even...Even I could contain it. It drove me to this place...where is this place?"
Blossom giggled and, reaching out with a tentacle, turned the Soul Collector to face her, "This, is your master's world, the Realm of Hatred. As for the Samurai?" She couldn't help giggling again, "I killed him," she chirped, cocking her head to the side and smirking. The Soul Collector went limp, staring at this terrifyingly powerful little girl.
"Then you truly are...the Mistress? The Master sent you to find me?" he asked. Blossom closed her eyes and considered the question, before nodding and shrugging.
"It was a cooperative effort," she explained. Blossom reached out with one of her tentacles and grabbed Chamberlain, lifting him up to their level. The demon general still wasn't comfortable flying, "Let's get out of here, then we'll discuss this," The demons agreed and together the three left the Heart of Hatred. They landed in the wasteland surrounding the pit; Blossom threw Chamberlain to the ground. She brought a mitt to her head and growled as the sky song began to blare in her ears. Her headache was gone, but that frustrating sound was still grating on her nerves.
Blossom blinked and looked behind her. Her power was erupting around her wildly. Chamberlain and the Soul Collector had backed away significantly to avoid being incinerated by a passing flare or being smashed by one of her flailing tentacles.
"Sorry," she called sheepishly, lowering her power to a more manageable rate and joining them. The Soul Collector took a moment to bow.
"Do not apologize, my Mistress. Allow me to introduce myself correctly. I am Demongo, the Soul Collector and the last and greatest of Lord Aku's minions," he explained. Chamberlain crossed his four arms and glared at Demongo, raising an eyebrow.
"The greatest of the Sovereign's minions? I think not, though I am certain your power was not a waste of our Lady's time," Chamberlain snapped. Demongo chuckled and stood upright, once more sizing up the Grandmaster of War.
Demongo grinned and said, "I assure you...whatever you are,"
"Chamberlain! The Grandmaster of War, master general of the Sovereign of Hate's armies!" Chamberlain shot back.
"Chamberlain...I assure you, I am the greatest of all Lord Aku's creations. I am the sum of his bitterness and wrath, the scourge he left in his wake! I..." Demongo stretched his arms out proudly, "am the minion who killed Samurai Jack," Blossom blinked and tapped her chin. Was that true? If so...it was impressive, for just a minion.
Chamberlain, however, was no impressed, "I am the mold from which all other minions were made! I was the first of the Sovereign's creations, and I alone hold the right to lead his armies and command his legions. You, Soul Collector, are at my command," he insisted.
"Not a chance!" Demongo laughed, turning his eyes to the sky, "I serve no one but the Master," both of the demons felt a sudden power surge nearby. Demongo cleared his throat and bowed, smiling sheepishly, "And, now, my Mistress, of course!" Blossom relaxed and glanced around. The sky song was really starting to grate on her last nerve. Unlimited power hadn't done a thing to improve her temper.
"That's enough...it doesn't matter! What's important now is leaving this place," Blossom explained. She gestured to the Realm of Hatred, and stared expectantly at the two demons. The three stood and waited, staring at each other. Demongo glanced from Blossom to Chamberlain. Chamberlain fidgeted and glanced around. Blossom growled and narrowed her eyes.
"Open the Demon Gate!" she screamed. Chamberlain and Demongo traded a glance. Chamberlain sighed and bowed.
"My apologies, my Lady, I cannot summon the Demon's Gate," he apologized. Demongo nodded, also bowing.
"Yes, my Mistress...I, too, lack that power," he replied. Blossom stared at them, her arms and tentacles going limp and dropping to her sides. The fire around her fizzled out; her eye flames weakened until they were just smoldering embers.
"You...can't," she asked, pointing at the two.
"No, my Lady,"
"Unfortunately, my Mistress,"
Blossom dropped her hand and kept staring. The only sound the three could hear was just the sound of the sky song, raging overhead. Blossom touched her forehead, staring at the ground. Demongo started to speak, but a gesture from Chamberlain told him it would be better to remain silent. She stayed that way for several minutes. Grating sound of the sky song grew louder and louder and louder. And then...
"NO! NO! NO! NO! NO!" Blossom suddenly screamed, her power erupting around her, splitting open the sky and devastating the ground beneath her. She lashed out in a fury, her tentacles smashing through the ground, sending colossal shockwaves across the field; unstoppable explosions of raw force obliterating everything in their path.
Demongo grabbed Chamberlain and levitated the two off the ground as the surface below them was quickly destroyed, consumed by Blossom's growing power and her increasingly violent outrage. She screamed and the force rocked the Realm of Hatred like a thunderclap, vaporizing the poor flying demons who happened to be within miles of her. She threw her head back and screamed again, another explosion destroying everything, living or otherwise, in its path.
The power around her was growing and spreading, devouring anything that got too close. She was changing into different shapes and forms, but only momentarily until returning to her true form and releasing another scream to rend the world around her. Pillars of fire burst from the ground, which was quickly crumbling inward. The Sea of Wrath was whipped into the worst storm it had ever known, spilling over the shores and flooding the Realm of Hatred, or what little of it remained. In less than five minutes time, Blossom's fury had reached such a terrifying level that as far as Chamberlain and Demongo could see, there was no where to land. The entire Realm of Hatred was collapsing into a sea of fire and death.
"NO! NO! NO! NO! NO!" Blossom screamed again and again. She took a deep breath and, with all of her fury, thought about the tiny shack in the hidden wasteland of Japan. She thought of Aku in all his forms: Uka, waiting for her in America. She thought of Ikra, Baku, and her own clone, waiting for her in the shack. She thought of the times they'd never share, the true self she could never show him. She thought of the future she'd never reach, the future he'd never see. Tears spilled down her cheeks and, with all of her hatred, Blossom screamed louder, harder than she ever had before.
Relentless waves of pink light erupted from her body, merging with the sound and piercing the veil of time and space itself. A horrifying scream rang out to join hers and a sound, like a single, poorly tuned violin, played as the void between worlds tore open. When at last Blossom stopped screaming, the Realm of Hatred was no more, but the Demon's Gate stood open, ready to lead them back to Earth.
"Mistress that was..." Demongo started, trailing off.
Chamberlain nodded, "My Lady, I've never imagined..." Blossom blushed and shook her head, flying over to the portal.
"Let's go home," she called back to them. With one last parting glance to the, now silent, Realm of Hatred, the three passed through the Demon's Gate, and closed the door on that forsaken world one last time.
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