Roots Of A Legend

Prologue

5 AM, right after the expulsion of the demon Tsi...

''Daz... DAZ!'' a voice echoed from a distance. Not important enough... He had bigger concerns...

Like, where the fuck was he? All he could see were grey, swirling streams of energy... All he could feel was the benumbing cold... He was so damn lucky for not having blood running through his dead veins. It would've frozen instantly, especially on that place where it would've reached the surface, his huge, huge, stab wound...

''Daz... Daz, Daz, PLEASE!''

Who on Earth did wanted to bring him back so badly? Who the hell could have love for a ferocious piñata reaper? Wouldn't anyone prudent let him perish here, in purgatory?

''DAZ, I REALLY NEED TO BRING YOU BACK!''

But why?

''Dastardos... Dastardos-s...'' the voice cried. ''I-I c-can't l-lose you...''

Wait. That idiotic way of stuttering... DOC PATCHINGO?

If his face wasn't palsied, he would smirk. Doc Patchingo wanted to save the piñata reaper, the reason that more than half of his patients died unnesessarily. What a joke.

''... Daz... Daz...'' The echoes faded away... This was the end. His last junction with the World of the Living: gone.
No, he didn't mind, he knew from the beginning of leaving Stardos and becoming Dastardos, that he couldn't go on like that eternally. This body was empty; no organs but his heart, lungs and brain, brittle bones and veins with no blood running through them. Plus, he'd lost quite a bit of his sanity... That... was... no... life...

''You know that I would never give up on you'' Patch whipered as he saw the piñata reaper giving up on himself. ''Come on, Dastardos! I'm a doctor, I can help you!''

He truly doubted that himself...

After the expulsion of that ferine, sibilant demon - or whatever it was! - he fortunately had found that Dastardos' sould was still... among us.

But it had suffered heavily from the dark force's infiltration, it was so... scarred, so weak that it couldn't seem to manage to get back to that point where it could take control over Dastardos' brain and body again...

It was horrible. Dastardos' was balancing on the edge of brain death!

Not that his body was doing great, though... His spine was damaged from the pierce of the Sour Spear, as Patch called his selfmade weapon now... It was horrible.
Luckily Dastardos floated, if he walked like ordinairy people did, he would be wheelchair bound for the rest of his life, just like his father Jardineiro...

Damn, it wasn't even sure if there would BE a rest of his life!

Patch looked at the monitor that displayed Dastardos' heartbeat. Weak. Even weaker than before... But it was still there. Good.

It was time to live him up a little. Time for the AED.

Great Gods, he hated to use this thing! It gave him the creeps... The idea of sending electric shocks running through someone's body just felt weird... It reminded him of capital punishment, eventhough he needed to do this to SAVE one's life...

''D-d-don't w-w-w-worry D-dastardos... T-this wont h-h-h-hurt...'' Patch stuttered as he unpacked the device.

He hoped no one else in the Village would get heart problems in the coming months, this was the last AED he had in stock, and it took ages to get them shipped to Piñata Island! Oh, what if...

No. He needed to calm down... calm down. Calm down.

One. Two. Three. GO!

Patch putted the AED on Dastardos' pale, bony chest. No way the reaper would survive this... His body was too weak! Gods... He should've used a milder method for this patient, CPR or such...

''Dastardos! Hold on!'' Patch screamed desperately, as the electric waves were running through his patient's emacuated body. ''Whatever you do... Don't let go!''

''Don't let go... Don't let go... Don't let go...''

AH! A burning - no, a crackling, electric pain quivered through his entire body, starting in the middle of his chest... Another wave or electricity rushed through him, he tried to gasp, but he couldn't. He was too weak... He... his lungs, his brain, his...
From the organ that had once been his cold, depraved heart was nothing left but a dry, tough, dead piece of meat.

For a moment, the situation seemed hopeless. Dastardos, the wicked, intriguing, legendary figure was no longer. And Patch was about to break down emotionally.

Great Gods, the bleak, frigid 'beeeeeep' of the heart monitor made him want to pull his hair, and cry and how like a madman! It would've been better if his heart would've stopped right in time with Dastardos'...

He had lost a patient! He had lost the most important patient he had ever had and would ever have in his little clinic! He was such a failure, he...

What, what the..? Were his ears deceiving him, or..?

Was he lying to himself or had the beeping sound stopped, and had the surge that represented the heartbeat appeared again?

''Yes! Yes, yes, yes, yes!'' Patch couldn't help but cheer out loud. ''The patient's still with us... Oh, Dastardos! I knew that you would fight for your precious undead life... I love you! Not in a homosexual way of course, I'm just very fond of you, I...'' He better stopped twaddling. He had heard countless stories of unconscious patients who saw and heard EVERYTHING that happened in their rooms, despite their conditions...

''Good job, Dastardos'' Patch chuckled as neutral as he could. ''I think... I think you'll do fine from now! I'm sure your recovery will run very swiftly!''

With those words, Patch walked out. After this grueling night, he was in serious need of a hot, steamy mug of caffeine!

Not more than seven minutes later. Patch had finished his coffee quickly, 'cause the uncertainty on how Dastardos was doing was killing him.

''I'm back, Daz'' he whispered amiable. Despite his weariness, he was in a great mood. Those nights that you both expelled an ireful demon and saved the life of a notorious piñata reaper were pretty rare, after all...

But that good mood didn't last long.
Patch's jaw dropped and he froze instantly as he saw... No. No, that was impossible!

The bed where Dastardos had laid in less then ten minutes ago, was now messy, unmade and empty.