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METALCHEMY
Author: Quantum Witch
Rating: R – adult language and situations, hints of S/T potential
Summary: “Allegory and regular gory blend together in the dreams of a slightly younger Dethklok, as they seek out their pent-ultimate band member.” (Note: Pent-ultimate is spelled that way for a specific reason and not just because I’m an “exceptionally great speller”.)
Disclaimer: Metalocalypse et al. is not mine, but I’d sign a pain waiver and then donate half my liver if I could be so.
Note: Alchemists of the Renaissance attempted to transform common metal into gold or silver, or to create a substance that gave immortality. The three processes of alchemy are nigredo (burning out impurities), albedo (enlightening the spirits), and rubedo (unification of god and man). Today it is also used as a philosophy for personal improvement. Further notes follow each chapter.
EPILOGUE - 3 : RUBEDO
Ofdensen dreamed, lying quite still and calm in his bed.
He stood on a blackened plain, watching the five metal giants… lumbering, shuffling, weaving, striding, flying… toward one another along a pentagram pattern. Copper, lead, gold, tin, silver. When they reached each other, there was a blinding flash of power that could be called nothing less than alchemical. And when the light receded, he saw the giants fused together at the hands, a pure energy pulsing constantly amongst them, fluctuating between whitest white and blackest blackness and blood-flame red . Music pounded from their forms, shaking the world.
And the world bowed before them, basking in the terrifying, hypnotic, dark glow. The common masses screamed in worship. The guardians stood masked and well-armed. And both groups declared their willingness to sacrifice themselves without hesitation upon the altar of their new gods.
Ofdensen looked around the edges of the plain, where shadows moved, red eyes watching the five giants, not bowing down but instead plotting how to use them to their own ends. Or how to bring about their end. The world would suffer no matter what happened, he knew this. It had a small chance of surviving under the rule of the metal kings, whereas the shadows wouldn’t be so merciful.
He had a great decision to make. Stay with the giants, or leave them to the clutches of the shadows.
In the middle of those shadows was a slithering circle, an ouroboros of mercury, liquid and deadly.
He looked back to the giants. He knew them well after nearly a year, knew they were flawed and damaged, ignorant, self-centered, and in some ways even naïve. But it wasn’t entirely malicious, and it had begun to change. Now there was a strange innocence and new life and purpose inside the band, and it was… bizarrely sacred.
No, he would stay here. His choice had become clear and sharp.
He looked at his own body now, and saw he too had become a giant. An iron dragon, who would protect with fierceness and destroy those seeking to tear down the metal gods soon to rule the world…
Ofdensen awoke with a heavy sigh, remembering every bit of the dream. He sat up, picked up the bedside phone and dialed a very private number.
“Yes, it’s Charles Ofdensen…. You can tell Mr. Selatcia that the… prophecy is true. They have found the fifth one. They have arisen, and I intend to keep their path clear to the end. Tell him that I am no longer the Tribunal’s spy, I have defected. I belong to Dethklok now.”
He replaced the phone, then lay back down, secure in the knowledge that he had found his own destiny. He was metal too, far more than the band would ever know.
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