Slayer: It's official! I've scrapped the other LOTDG by making it a one shot. But now we'll move onto something that'll work!

Neos: Yeah I hope so, even we had to admit you killed the last one. And the only way to salvage it was to do what you did.

Shadow: He's right you know?

Slayer: Silence! I'll do better this time! Plus I'll be going off of a more structured template!

Maxos: Yeah but will you be able to do it?

Slayer: I will try anyway I can!

Shadow well let's get this show on the road then.

Slayer: Right! Now it don't own anything accept OC's and Reality building concepts everything else belongs to their respective owners. Now without further ado…

Everyone: Let's begin the story!

Prologue: And so we begin anew

In another world there is a place filled with magic, filled with strange and interesting creatures… Unfortunately all these creatures want to eat your face! This place is called Drangleic and it is a place where all those cursed with undead always end up. They don't know why, and they doubt they ever will. The place just has some sort of pull on it that drags those poor unfortunates there. The most unlucky one though had to be the one who was the only non-undead in the area. This one came there for a different purpose… To find the other half of his soul, and yes I mean that quite literally. A while back this man had a run in with a Nether demon who decided to rip his soul in two so that he as in the demon could team up with his evil half. Instead his evil half killed the Nether Demon. It wasn't very pretty either…

This man's name was Neos Draconis. But most people knew him as Bladedancer, a great mercenary who was slightly insane. Following different directions and battling all over the multiverse it finally came to the end here. Along the way both souls had discovered secrets and interesting facts about their lives. The most important one was that they were both played for fools. Someone wanted them split, someone wanted them to travel, and someone wanted them to fight each other. Someone had pulled the strings of fate all over reality and forced them to this final confrontation.

The good and sane side wore the powerful Psi armor. A piece of his past with E.Y.E. The armor was colored black with gold lines. Running down his right forearm was a gold snake wrapped around the gauntlet, while his left had two gold lines going vertically across his arm, from the beginning of his forearm to the base of his wrist. On his shoulders were three metal plates over lapping each other with v shape designs with some type of runes going along the bottom lines of the V's. His chest plate had a diamond shape with a circle design with a feathered dragon inside of the circle. On his legs were black metal plates that ran up to his knees. A knight helm with gold designs and three spikes going down his skull was on his head. On the right side of the helm was a communicator built into it. Underneath it all he wore a black trench coat. The armor was made to increase a Psion's power.

The other wore the secretive Contractor's armor. The armor they wore when doing mercenary work. This consisted of a metal, dark silver colored skull mask. A hooded tattered trench coat with silver plates sewn onto the front. These plates over lapped each other and came down to right above his waist. On his forearms were leather and dark silver gauntlets. Around his waist was a black belt with a silver buckle. And crossing his silver chest piece was another belt that wrapped around him. On his legs were black leather boots that also had silver plates attached to them. Only these were kept on by four adjustable leather straps. This armor was made to intimidate his contractors and help with casting magic spells instead of psi-spells.

At the moment however neither one was casting any spell. Both were panting heavily from the battle that had littered the cavern with craters. Both stopped using spells an hour ago after they exhausted both their magicka energy pool, and their mental energy. Both were duel wielding black four foot long katanas. The fight had been going on for too long. Their weapons chipped and cracked, their armor scratched up and dented. And both were bleeding heavily, at this point it didn't matter who won. They both knew this fight was pointless but they wanted to be the main soul in control. Even if it was just for a moment, because as things stand… Even if one of them were to win that one would die a few minutes later. Call it pride, call it stupidity, they both accepted this fight and now they would finish it.

Their voices echoed across the hall as they started speaking to each other.

The Psion spoke first. "You know I didn't think our lives would end like this when we began our journey." The other chuckled at that.

"Well what do expect when your entire life was just a staged game for a stronger being." He sighed before continuing. "I guess life for people like us isn't supposed to have happy endings."

The other grunted in agreement. "I blame our stupidity for not realizing a puppet master earlier on. If we knew from the get go…"

The other finished his sentence. "We wouldn't have done what we did. But maybe that was the point." Still talking he charged at his other. "Maybe if we knew we wouldn't have saved all those people." They both swung their right swords at each other. Making them connect in between them. Both broke off from the engagement and twirled around and struck with their left swords. Once again they connected neither one injuring the other.

The Psion spoke up again when their blades collided. "I'd like to believe that I at least would've saved all those dimensions. But maybe you have a point." They broke off and began swinging at each other at staggering speeds. Blades connected and chipped as they hit each other creating small shock waves all the while. Like their name sakes they looked like they were dancing with the blades. If one blocked an attack the other didn't hit them, if one hit the other than that one would be hit as well. Their abilities so evenly matched none could get the upper hand on the other. The ground underneath them was slick with blood making the battle ground harder to stand on. Seeing this they both jumped to the side leaving the slick area behind, but never once did they stop exchanging blows.

All around them there were other areas sleek with blood. This showed just how long they've been fighting. So long that any amount of mental or magick energy they regained went into healing their wounds. Stepping back once more they talked once again. Starting with the magic user.

"You know I like a good battle as much as the next insane villain but… This is starting to get rather ridiculous."

The Psion nodded in agreement. "I know what you mean, just look at this place!" Saying that he pointed out the area around them showing the devastation they've caused. "We're lucky we haven't collapsed the roof onto ourselves!" Both laughed as if they weren't fighting to the death. "We're such idiots. We like to say we're geniuses and master tacticians and yet…"

The other finished for him. "We're fighting ourselves to the death just for a mastermind we don't know the identity of. What are we doing?" That was a question which they couldn't answer. But both knew the answer to, they were too stubborn to just leave it be. To put aside their differences, and just be one. No both of them wanted control. But they both knew they were dead any way's so there really wasn't any point to this fight. Still they leapt at each other once again. Their blades colliding and chipping once again. And their blood spilling onto the floor once again. However this bout was different than the last one. The Psion noticed that his darker half wasn't moving as fast and his blows were noticeably weaker. He didn't understand it; they were so even before now so why was he weakening?

Still he wasn't one to look a gift horse in the mouth and so pressed his new advantage. His attacks started making more wounds onto his other; however his darker half never said anything about it. That was when he realized what his other half was doing. He was allowing himself to be killed, allowing the Psion to take the last few moments of their life. It was ironic in a way… He was supposed to be the selfless good half, and his other was supposed to be the greedy evil half. But here he was giving what he wanted most away. He smiled underneath his helmet what he was about to do next would stop this battle. Seeing his dark half go in to stab him he moved as if to block it. However as attack drew closer he stopped moving and dropped his swords.

The dark one's eyes widened behind his mask as he couldn't stop the attack and so impaled his other through the heart. He couldn't believe it, he sacrificed himself so that he could live a little longer. However contrary to those thoughts that was not the Psion's intentions. The Psion grabbed his other in a tight embrace before speaking.

"With this we are whole again, not one or the other will be in control. No we will be one and the same, as such we'll both live these last moments feeling complete." His dark half understood and gave a small chuckle before talking for the last time.

"Yes together it is then. And then whole we shall be." At those words they both exploded into particles of multiple colors and size. The particles then converged into one spot and reformed into one body. This new body didn't have the armor of either of them. But instead wore a black duster with a white shirt underneath. He also wore black pants with a black belt that had a silver buckle. On his feet were black combat boots. He also had white fingerless gloves and on his ring finger on his left hand was a white jeweled ring. And because he no longer wore his mask or helmet you could see his features. He had dark black hair and blue eyes with tan skin. He looked young no more than seventeen. Though his weapons had disappeared he knew he didn't need them. Looking at himself he took note of his looks. He liked the look but was sad he couldn't enjoy it. Suddenly he grabbed his chest in pain and collapsed to his knees.

Laughing he gave a smile despite the blood leaking from several wounds underneath his new clothes. Though there was some blood leaking out from the side of his mouth he still spoke out loud. "So this is what it feels like to be whole? It's nice I've forgotten the feeling. I just wished things could've ended differently for me." He sighed and moved so he was lying down on his back looking at the caverns ceiling overhead. And though no one was there he continued speaking.

"I know you're there… The one who forced us to do this, and with both of us together I also know that you wanted my light half to win the fight. My dark half found that out and ended up accepting that. However now together we have defied you and your plans. Call it our last great resistance if you will." He coughed and blood came out, wiping it with his right hand he looked at it. "This blood is mine own. Just like my choices are my own. I've lived a long life… two hundred years to be exact. I'm fine with dying complete like this. Now what to call these final moments?" He thought and chuckled as he began his last spell. This spell was a mix of psionic, magicka, spiritual, and life energy. Being split in half the other two energies was lost to him completely. Now whole he can once again perform incredible feats.

Although this one wasn't aimed to save his life it was still impressive and quite important. With his very last bit of energy he sent a message to his loved ones. His family who adopted him in, his comrades and colleagues in his mercenary guild he's created, his three students Artemis, Saito, and Zero. And lastly to both the W.R.C's leader Jack of Doom and Yukari Yakumo his own teacher. Even though his he was in a separate dimension and not everyone was in the same dimension… Using his last bit of strength he was able to send it out his last farewell. The message told them how sorry he was for dying and leaving them behind. It also talked about how much he enjoyed his time with them and how much he cared and loved them. The last thing he put into the message was advice and a private message for each individual that only they would hear.

Weaving the spell he took one last tug in his void pocket and pulled out his journal and his grimore. The journal talked about all of his adventures and thoughts, while his grimoire held every single last spell, technique, and knowledge about this reality. Including dimensional coordinates, creatures, civilizations, and so much more. It was a treasure trove of knowledge and he didn't want it to go to waste. He planned on giving it to Patchouli Knowledge. A friend and librarian to the scarlet devil mansion in the world known as Gensokyo. Gensokyo also happened to be the place Yukari and his adopted family lived. The Scarlet family to be absolutely precise. He laughed when he imagined the look on Patchouli's face when she gets a hold of this book.

He stopped laughing after a bit and before he finally expired sent everything through the dimensions to their targets. Now that he had done this he felt calm and knew that they would be fine without him. He had done all he could for them. And so with one final breath he closed his eyes and embraced death… However this wasn't to be, for moments before his spirit and soul left his body it was put into some type of stasis barrier. The barrier was made of multiple colors and shaped like a diamond. Slowly it lifted his body off the ground and rose into the air a couple of meters. Then in a flash of light it vanished.

We are the line break that comes forth to line break.

Once the barrier that held Bladedancer's body reappeared it was in a completely different place. This place was a mass of floating pieces of rock and structures. And everywhere you looked you could only see clouds and grey. It was an infinite place where time and conventional laws of physics held no meaning. This place was none other than the void. Or at least one part of it… This place was created by the voids ruler to train and teach Voidwalkers how to use the gifts he has given them. This being was known only as the outsider to mortal men, since his true name was lost to the flow of time and only few other being knew his real name. Looking over Neos was none other than the outsider. He looked like a young slim man with oily brown hair and eyes of pure black, as if looking in them you could see the abyss. He wore a brown jacket, brown slacks, and black dress shoes.

Though he was simply dressed he still radiated a feeling of power. And though Neos couldn't hear him he spoke directly to him.

"Poor boy never given any rest not even in the last moments of life. You would've gained your rest if your dark half won the fight. But instead you exceeded expectations and merged completely. You always did have a way at breaking limits. From your fight with the great commander Rimanah, to defeating the old one, and killing a Nether demon… But not just any Nether demon, but a pit lord. Personally I'd say you've done enough but I don't call the shots anymore. Isn't that right Maxos?" The outsider turned behind him to address one of the few beings in reality that could pose a threat to him. Although this one was an old friend and an ally in these dark times.

Maxos appeared as an old man with shoulder length white hair, a neat and trimmed large white beard, and silver eyes. His attire consisted of open white robes with a blue silver sash and silver blue pants tucked into white long leather boots. He was holding onto a brown wizards staff that had a club like head. The staff was taller than him by four inches despite him being six feet seven. And even with his robes you could see that he was strong and muscular even though he looked like an old man.

When he spoke it was with authority and wisdom. "You know why we can't let him rest yet. He still needs to become something far greater than he has ever imagined. And though he succeeded past our expectations this time he needs a few more things before he's completely ready."

The outsider folded his arms while staring at the powerful Broodknight. "Yes I know this, and if it wasn't for Primordus's right hand man we would've not had to resort to such drastic measures. That Dragonite is recruiting creatures we've not seen for millennia." Maxos nodded his head gravely.

"Yes I know which is why even I was forced to send my daughter somewhere safe. I even erased both her and her mother's memories of me. That was not easy but it was needed. Besides I plan on making it up to her eventually. But back to Neos right now he is powerful but yet not strong enough. For now we need to erase his memories and change his body. This will be the last time we do so however."

The outsider nodded his head but then quickly furrowed his brow. "What about his powers? Will we seal them like last time?" Maxos thought for a moment before answering.

"Yes and no, this time he will need a large nugget of his abilities if we want him to succeed in this last trial. I don't want it to be a huge piece of his power but I want it large enough that he'll get though his training quickly. Faster than his training with E.Y.E. that will be crucial if our plan is to work." The outsider nodded and they both got to work, weaving spells and speaking words of power they changed Neos so he nothing but a small six year old boy. Although this six year old could take on an expert swordsman. When their work was done and the last remains of his memories were sealed they stopped to look at their work. Neos now looked like a small clone of his older self. With their work done Maxos sighed and turned around.

Seeing his old friends actions the outsider spoke to him. "What is wrong my friend?" He then added with a teasing tone "Getting to old for this kind of work?" Maxos rolled his eyes before answering him.

"I may be older than even you… But I'm still quite young compared to other beings in this reality. As for my sigh well…" He paused before continuing. "I just hope one day everyone can forgive me and understand why I do the things I do. Sure once upon a time I was a strict master and mentor punishing all very severely for their mistakes. But that was a long time ago."

The outsider gave him a blank stare before speaking. "For us a couple hundred years isn't that long Maxos…" Annoyed that he pointed that our Maxos's voice became irritated.

"Be that as it may, I've still changed. Anyway we need to send Neos off to his final test. After this he'll be on his own for a time. Then we'll jump in and return his memories and powers." The outsider nodded his head in agreement and backed up from the barrier enclosing the sleeping boy. With quick but steps that held purpose Maxos approached the barrier and placed his hand on it looking at Neos's peaceful face.

In sorrow he spoke. "If only we didn't have this war… If only a fight between me and Primordus didn't end up with thousands of dimensions being destroyed… Maybe then the four of us could've lived in peace. Good luck my son…" With those last words he sent Neos to a new world. A world that would both test him, and give him a power he never once dreamed of having. And though the threats are great Maxos knew he'd survive and become even stronger and more heroic than ever before.

Hearing a coughing sound he turned back to the outsider with an eyebrow raised. "So… What will we do about Yukari? I mean she's not strong enough to kill us but… An angry Yukari isn't a good Yukari. And at this point I don't think she'll listen to us anymore." Maxos was about to answer when they both felt a high amount of anger and killing intent from behind them. Slowly turning around they could see a long blond haired woman wearing a pink mob cap and a pink and purple long-sleeved dress, she also was carrying a pink parasol, and had dark golden eyes. This was Yukari Yakumo. And right now she was more than a little pissed. Not she was absolutely livid. And thus two of the most powerful beings in reality shivered in fear and gave loud audible gulps. Because they knew this wouldn't be very pleasant.

Slayer: And that's it for now! I hope this turned out better than the last one. Now for those reading this will be the Divinity two game with a little of my own twist to it. But I guess you could probably already tell that by now.

Shadow: Wow so officially Bladedancer is now killed off and we now know that Neos is actually him. How will this affect your other story?

Neos/Bladedancer: I'm curious about that as well…

Everyone: (Stares at him)

Neos/Bladedancer: What?

Outsider: You've fused into one body as in literally.

Neos/Bladedancer: Aren't we one though.

Shadow: Not what he meant but okay.

Slayer: Yeah and as for the question this probably won't affect the story to much besides giving a little background to one of the TOTDG's main characters.

Shadow: Okay but who's Neos's sister? You've mentioned her a few times before.

Slayer: Nuh, uh, uh. That's a secret along with whose working with Primordus along with who Primordus actually is. Although any true fans to a certain game will probably know who I'm talking about. But for now Review and tell me what you think. As for now this is Slayer Infinium signing off!

Shadow: Your house is still destroyed you know?

Slayer: Yes I know I'll make sure to get Yang and the Courier back for that later.

Neos/Bladedancer: Just don't touch her hair.

Slayer: No need to remind me. Don't worry I have everything planned Mwahahahaha!