Apollyon

The Redeemed Murderer

## The Story of the Murderer

“Y’know… pal. Why did you have to do this to us? Why didn’t you just leave us all be or at least try to get to know us better? Do you really hate us all that much, or was it because you simply could? Either way; I’ll be seein’ ya’ in Hell…” “Papyrus… Do you want anything..?” Sans would say these last words rather softly with a mix of confusion. Saying these words before fading into a pile of gray dust that would flow throughout the glimmering golden hall.

Frisk would move onwards and descend into the king’s throne room; greeting the old goat long before they were expected to encounter him. Nonetheless, the old goat, Asgore, would be shaken at the presence of the genocidal child. But before even the ‘tiny flower’ could get to Asgore, the child would dust him as well; skipping past the usual tiny flower encounter and getting right to the end.

Frisk would greet “Chara” in a black void of nothingness that they had created. “What was the point of rampaging throughout this world so many times? Nothing will change in the end. Even though you interact with them differently, you will always meet me at the end of the universe. I suggest that next time, when you start the universe all over again with your little power of yours. Just stay away from the monsters, and our problems will be resolved,” Chara would say. As per usual, the power-hungry child would revert their actions to the very beginning once again.

June 13th, 1845, 7:33AM…

Sans and Papyrus would be strolling down Snowdin with their usual everyday morning patrolling for any fallen humans. Sans, would of course have his doubts that they would even encounter an 8th child. But was there for his sibling, nonetheless. But, to their fortunate surprise; they would encounter a pale human with the same clothing that the fallen prince had once worn. Papyrus would greet the human with his chattery personality before threatening them with a bad time with his puzzles. But the human wasn’t interested in the challenge that Papyrus would propose to them; rather they had something to say. The child would begin to warn Sans and Papyrus about a blue shirted human that looked similar to themselves. Speaking about how the other person was on their way to kill everyone and everything, and that it isn’t their only time doing this. Sans would call them bluff; only until the mysterious person made Sans abruptly relive the countless memories of that same person killing everyone he had ever known. This would cause Sans to backlash and create a relatively large bone in the direction of the mysterious child; only to accidentally hit Papyrus directly through the skull with multiple bones—almost immediately turning Papyrus into a pile of gray dust with his battle armor and scarf on top of the remains of the taller skeleton.

Sans was blinded by his fear and anger, that he had accidentally murdered the one relative he had. Sans would begin to stare into his brother’s remains with a shooken stare, as he began to feel something… different happening on the inside of him. He felt… stronger than what he normally was. It was as if he absorbed Papyrus’s magic to empower himself unintentionally. The mysterious child would talk about how Sans would have to do the same as the other child, and follow in their own steps to potentially beat them at their own metaphorical game. As Sans went to pick up his brother’s scarf, he would be attacked by the other inhabitants of snowdin because they had watched him kill his own sibling. Sans would retaliate in self-defense, and mow down his opponents by using telekinesis and impaling them with bones. Sans didn’t enjoy harming the others he wanted to protect, even if he was only staying on the sidelines to begin with. But, it was necessary in his plan to finally take down the other murderer. It had now become a race to see who would get the most power before the other. A game of life… and death.

Sans would begin to backtrack back to the ruins. Being reluctant with killing everyone in his path, yet mustering the mental capacity to bring about their demise. Sans eventually got to the purple door and would knock for someone. As he would sit down and wait, it would take an hour for a female voice to respond. Sans would be pained for what he was about to do; but he had summoned a magical weapon that was a draconic skull, and would use it to obliterate the door and the person behind it—leaving nothing but the sound of falling rubble and a fading soul behind the rubble. Sans would enter the ruins, noticing another large boost in his power as he killed the lady behind the purple door. He would begin to travel through the ruins, before punching a wall out of how much he hated killing everyone—but had noticed that his punch had created a small flame between his fist and the wall. It was… as if he had gained a new form of magic to be paired alongside his own. He began to test on it, and had figured out he could create fireballs and a stream of flame; which would be useful for what he had to do next…

Sans would take his hand and point it in the direction of an empty hallway, and would create a massive wall of fire that would expand the longer he had used it. Using all of his energy, Sans would flood the ruins with the orange flames and kill off the remaining monsters before the human could; which he would hear an angered yet pained scream throughout the flames of agony. Knowing this was the child, he would try his best to muster the strength to escape the ruins while it would continue to burn tirelessly.

Time would pass to where Sans would face off against Undyne, being the only actual challenge he would face until this point. As the two began to fight, Sans would use his fire magic to overheat her and lower her stamina. Right before Sans was about to deliver the final blow, Undyne would ask “why are you doing this to us? Why couldn’t you have just remained the lazy skeleton that everybody would talk wi-” Undyne had been cut off and turned into a blue and gray puddle, letting the human watch and finally get to see who was behind the disappearance of everyone. As the human tried to rush down Sans, he would disappear into thin air and continue with his murder spree.

Standing in the hall… was Sans. His face being eclipsed out by the shadows of his hood and the darkness of the corridor—all that was seen was his purple eyes. “So… We meet again. After the death of the king, queen, Flowey, Undyne, Alphys, Mettaton and my dear brother… We finally stand face to face in this dark hall where we shall both be judged for our unjustifiable crimes,” Sans would say before immediately getting into his last stand. Both fighting without mercy towards the other. As the battle went on, the favor was in the hands of Sans; as he was the stronger one at the current moment—being due to his new abilities that allowed him to be unpredictable, let alone being able to dish out more damage and resist more blows than before. Alas, it wouldn’t turn out the way either had hoped. Both Sans and Frisk had finished each other off at the same time—both stunned at the very sight as Sans had said his last words. “Like I said countless times before, I told you I would meet you back in Hell,” saying these words before fading into dust while Frisk had died from bleeding out.

Sans had finally woken up, as if it was all a bad dream. But instead; he was left in an empty void of nothingness. One without time, one without space—just himself and the white space that he was floating in… Or so he thought. As Sans thought he had finally had the chance to be alone for eternity, a figure in a gray and black coat with scars on its face would greet Sans; and would begin a friendly conversation with the man. This mysterious man had no name, no identity, and was merely something that was present everywhere despite not truly existing. But, the peace wouldn’t last too much longer—because the mysterious man said he was going to bring Sans back to the world of the living; only for Sans to object and refuse the offer. But that wasn’t enough, because the mysterious man saw that Sans didn’t belong in the limbo between Heaven and Hell—and had decided to bring him back against his will.

Sans would return to the world of the living as somewhat of a specter of what he used to be. While he did retain what power he did have, there was no point in him using it because his goal was complete. He was now left with more abilities since his time in the limbo between Heaven and Hell, but decided to only roam across the Multiverse with the knowledge he was given about it. But after coming across his own world, he decided to completely destroy it to prevent being pulled into the loop once again. But from then on, only people who know his past will remember who he truly is; which is why Sans gave himself the name “Apollyon.”

## Personality

Apollyon is a mostly calm and collected version of what he once was. Instead of being driven by pain and anger, he chose to let himself go and forgive his unjustifiable actions against his people. He isn’t as lazy either, as he wouldn’t mind being put up to a task; but is also laid back and wouldn’t mind being held for a short chat. But he still feels alienated and at an unease around others because of who he was—despite letting his past go for the most part. It is a mental scar that will persist until the day he can finally die, despite being unable to be killed in his current physical state.

But as of now; he is just some skeleton monster who tries to live his life from the sins of his past.

## Abilities

### Ultraviolet Pyrokinesis

Apollyon can enhance his other abilities, weapons, and even his own body with a purple flame with a pinkish inner layer to it. These flames can burn practically anything, and persist regardless of how cold, how little oxygen, or even if they are covered by something. These flames cannot be put out, and burn brighter and hotter the more someone has sinned and hadn’t repented for them. These flames have durability negation due to this, and are one of the most lethal things in Apollyon’s arsenal.

### Stolen Arsenal

Apollyon has an arsenal of abilities that he had stolen from people he had killed in his world. They are not only under his full control, but he also has near perfect mastery over the magic that the people in his world have utilized. (The magic types are named below)

* Friendliness Pellets
* Liquid Projectiles
* Fire Magic
* Ice Projectiles
* Enhanced Bone Magic
* Spear Summoning
* Knife Summoning
* Healing Magic
* Explosion Creation
* Drone Creation
* Trident Summoning
* Star Projectiles
* Lightning Magic
* Chaos Busters
* Chaos Sabers
* Hand Magic
* String Magic

### Power Absorption

Whenever Apollyon kills someone, or is close to someone whenever they die—he will absorb their power and use it as his own. Not only does this make him physically stronger, but it also enhances his abilities and gives the attributes of that person who had died.

### Karmic Retribution

Apollyon gained the ability to increase his attack potency on someone who hadn’t repented for their sins. This ability scales with how much one has sinned, meaning if someone only committed minor sins; they wouldn’t be affected by this ability as much as someone who had committed a countless amount of sins in their past. Not only does it increase Apollyon’s attack potency, but it also gives the feeling to whoever is being harmed by Apollyon that they have made a grave mistake; and that they should give up on trying anymore. This also scales with a person’s sins.

### Telekinesis

Apollyon has the ability to move people and objects with the movement of his hands. Being able to move singular objects to multiple at the same time, regardless of the weight of the object.

### Gravity Manipulation

As stated, Apollyon can manipulate gravity to its fullest. Being able to lower it, remove it, increase it, or even use it to create a singular point of immense gravity. Something that is quite simple yet incredibly useful in some cases.

### Phantasmal Shift

Apollyon can allow himself to shift in and out of a physical state due to being brought back to the living world in his state between Heaven and Hell. This means when he shifts to his phantasmal state, he becomes completely incorporeal and unable to be physically interacted with. Apollyon is also usually incorporeal, but there are times where he becomes physical for whatever reason it may be.

### Illusion Manipulation

Apollyon is capable of creating hyper-realistic illusions to trick people. These illusions can be practically anything that Apollyon desires someone to see; whether it be traumatic or comedic, to even being used in combat.

### Spiritual Authority

Apollyon has control over the people he has killed, those people appearing as purple incorporeal hands that float over Apollyon until they are utilized. Once utilized, their shape changes into a ghostly version of their old physical form and becomes a mindless ally under the control of Apollyon. They not only retain the abilities that they had used before, but they also retain the same skills as well as being stronger due to being enhanced by Apollyon.

### Ice Manipulation

Apollyon has the ability to manipulate ice freely. It is unknown as to where or why he has the ability to control or even create ice, but he more or less just suddenly had it. But the ability is able to reform ice or create other things out of ice such as spikes or walls.

### Darkest Magic

Apollyon has an enhanced version of his own magic which gives an effect where his magic appears to be black with a purple outline that bubbles up and creates purple orbs off the magic itself. Not only does it affect his own magic, but it also affects the abilities and magic that he had stolen. The orbs on the other hand, can pass through anything; which leaves a hole behind due to it basically ‘erasing’ whatever it touches.

### Weapon Shifter

Apollyon is able to create weapons and change the shape and utilization of the weapon. This can range from knives to spears to even ranged weaponry like a bow or gun. It all depends on what Apollyon desires for the current moment.