Severin roared as the fabric of reality ripped to pieces around him. Jack smirked and brought the Master Elementalist, a man who had evaded death for 700 years, finally, to his Fate.
Before he was plunged into the bowels of Death, Severin yelled out, through his gritty teeth and burned mouth,
"MY SON!"
With that, the portals closed, leaving the Earth without a Defender. Sonic and the Four Heroes were left stunned, Severin was gone... finally...
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"I feel a disturbance in the force," Tiberius said, standing up from his chair. He looked to a screen of Earth, and narrowed his eyes.
"Sir?" A Lieutenant asked his captain. Tiberius chuckled and turned to the lowly Lieutenant.
"The Defender of Earth has fallen, and so we re-commence our plans of invasion," Tiberius laughed, with no Severin, the Earth would soon be just another planet under his control.
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Four BERSERKERs sat at a bar table, drinking and enjoying their wings. The average BERSERKER, unarmored, is outfitted with fleshed-in dark-blue armor plating, emblazoned with the Swedish flag. The four were 20-somethings who were all blonde, save one with black hair. They were having a good time when, all of a sudden, the black-haired one cried out and collapsed on the floor. His friends ran to him as the armor pieces tore off of his skin, revealing large black patches. Once off, his eye began to morph and disfigure. He grabbed at it and yelled out for help. His right eye turned red and he shot lazers from it in a fit of rage and pain, the other began to glow gold.
Suddenly, he stopped and fell to a knee. He stood up and regained his composure.
"You okay man? Should we get you to a hospital?" one of the other BERSERKERs asked his friend.
"No, bring me home," the man said, affixing an eye patch to his left eye.
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Hours later...
The man stood before the Guild and the rest of the BERSERKERs, behind a podium, ready to speak to his comerades.
"Gentlemen and Ladies of the Swedish Empire," he started, "It is with grave sorrow that I admit the fall of our cherished leader, Severin Sanguine," the hall filled with the cries of the downtrodden and depressed.
"But I say this, with each fall must come a rise, with each tumble comes a stand-up, and I am honored to accept the Guild's acceptance as the most honored post this glorious Empire," Frank West came to the side of the podium, and the man took a knee before Severin's best friend.
"Before the might of Guild, the Strength of the BERSERKERs, and the Ashes of a Leader, with the fires of Doom and Hatred, and the promise of Defending the Sanctity of the Earth, Sweden, and Castle Sanguine," Frank stated, placing a hand on the man's forehead, "I, Frank West, confidant and closest keeper-of-secrets to Emperor Severin, bequeath the position of Swedish Emperor to you, mighty BERSERKER." The man smiled as a tear rolled down his eye.
"Now rise Drek Sanguine, Emperor of the Swedish Empire, Defender of Earth, Leader of the Villains, and lead us to a new era of Doom, Hatred, and Prosperity," Frank finished. Drek stood to his full height of eight feet and stood heroically before the cheering crowd.
Emperor Severin Sanguine was a good leader, a good warrior, and a good man. Long live Emperor Drek Sanguine, Son of Severin, and Defender of Earth.