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This is a novelized version of the ending of an RP I was in. If you weren't in it, it probably won't make as much sense. I'm aiming to get the entire thing novelized eventually.

The Final Battle:
PART 1​

Two dark portals faded into existence on the Alter of Naught – the spire that marked the highest point of the massive castle. Not so far away, the sacred moon that was Raxen’s Kingdom Hearts radiated. Several hearts still attempting to join the colossal mass of light and darkness hovered in the atmosphere of the great moon.
Raxen himself, the young leader of the Organization, stepped out of the first portal. His dark skin and blue-white hair shone in the pulsating glow of the Heart of All Worlds. His eyes, more pearl and amber than flesh, stared up at his creation. He had done it: he had succeeded in the task that even Xemnas, nobody of the Seeker of Darkness, had utterly failed in. Standing in the footprints of his predecessor, he reflected on himself: he had created Kingdom Hearts to free the Nobodies.
He paid no mind to the second figure exiting a portal just behind him. This man, standing several inches above the one in front, wore a helm of bronze-plated iron that concealed his jet black hair and the lower half of his face, but allowed one to see his glazed green eyes that peered into the world beyond.
“You see, Xiron?†Asked Raxen. “Kingdom Hearts is complete. We Nobodies will soon have our hearts back.†The man behind, Xiron, answered without averting his gaze. “Yes. And our homes await.â€
For several moments, neither said a word, but simply gazed ahead, not truly seeing the marvel before their very eyes. It was Xiron, this time, who broke the silence. “Castle Oblivion has been connected to Kingdom Hearts as well. Some of the closer Nobodies are gathering there instead…†Raxen nodded, though did not quite hear. “But it appears that the Keybearer has infiltrated the connection,†Xiron continued, catching his superior’s attention now, “And not surprisingly it is the fault of our friend Relix.â€
At this, Raxen scowled, but said only: “Summon the followers. Kingdom Hearts is ready.â€

* * * *​

Castle Oblivion shook with the noise outside. Roxus, son of the Keybearer, and Sarxalis, one of the founding members, shot to the ground floor, leading along a string of Organization members and lesser nobodies. They found on the great plains of Oblivion that a massive boulder had seemingly dropped from the sky, and on it was carved an equally massive door.
And this door was opened. Opened inward.
In the great gleaming passage beyond the pearly door, four figures ran. They mesmerized Roxus. He stared intently at the pinpricks moving beyond and murmured a word too low for any of the surrounding Nobodies to hear. Not that any of them would have noticed if he said it louder, for they were all cursing under their breaths as they saw the leading figure wore the familiar black trench coat and hood of their Organization.

* * * *​

Raxen raised his arms high above his head and called to the Nobodies of the world, in the strange speechless tongue in which the lesser Nobodies communicate. Xiron, meanwhile, summoned a squad of Dragoon Nobodies and, in the same manner, sent them out to other worlds where their followers were stationed, with orders to return to headquarters. Very soon, thousands upon thousands of nobodies began to appear in the streets of the World That Never Was. The black buildings were outlined with streaks of white and grey, and topped with ice caps of non-existent beings. A true army of Nobodies. It was a wonder the planet didn’t fold in on itself under the weight of so many nothings.
Simultaneously, most of the remaining members of Raxen’s Organization stepped out of portals on the taller spires and roofs of the Castle. Quite a few were still missing, when the Superior counted their numbers: these were coming from Castle Oblivion through other means.
And, as if summoned by their thoughts, a colossal doorway blinked into existence just beyond one of the lower roofs with a noise like an enormous engine revving, drawing all but Raxen’s attention. The Superior simply gazed up into Kingdom Hearts, his gaunt face expressionless. A bitter wind swept the tower, whipping Raxen’s coat and hair about him, but the young man simply gazed on.
The sound of many ageless hinges echoed through the crowded streets of the World that Never Was. Even before the gate was fully ajar, a figure in a black coat jumped out and landed on the roof adjacent. “My Lord,†Xiron addressed Raxen, “Our traitorous friend has arrived.†Raxen seemed pained to avert his eyes and look down through the windows to see a shape in black running through the bowels of the castle. “Kingdom Hearts is complete. Time to deal with him.†He lazily stretched a hand toward the outline in the window, while turning back into his trance in the light of the moon. The image seemed to darken and blur, as if seen through an unclean lens, then bent and twisted into a familiarly thin, grey-white form. Relix was now a Dusk.
Xiron looked a bit disappointed, but had no time to say anything. Following the turncoat out of the door were three warriors, each wielding a distinct key-shaped weapon. One of them halted his run, and gazed up toward the Alter of Naught. The two Nobodies glared back. The Final Battle was to begin.

* * * *​

Sarxalis ran out from the doorway to a scene of a shocked-looking Dusk, three running Keyblade masters, and her friends glaring down from the Alter of Naught. “Come on,†she said, turning to Roxus beside her, “Let’s get up there!†She opened a portal nearby and ran out to the backs of Xiron and Raxen, but Roxus did not follow. Again, he stood fixed in rapturous gaze at the Keybearers, and again he mouthed a word too low to be heard. Rather than running into the portal behind Sarxalis or taking position around the Castle like the other Nobodies streaming out of the entryway, Roxus trailed the three ascending shapes up the stairs to the higher floors.
Only the lone and confused Dusk noticed him alter course. But it hardly took notice. It was still trying to discern why it was no longer Relix.

* * * *​

A streak of light darted from the sky, lashing one of the enormous lightning rods extending from one of the many towers’ roof, while scattered drops of rain slowly pattered on the balcony of another, tapping like a nervous mother’s fingernails on her kitchen table. The Alter of Naught was hidden in a dense cloud, stealing it and its three occupants from vision. Those three Nobodies at its peak discussed their final matters in hushed voices, for they knew they would end this day either fading back into the darkness where their hearts reside or returning home, never to see the others again. Though as Nobodies they could feel neither compassion nor joy, they had become good friends in those months. And the worlds were disconnected.
Their muted conversation was interrupted by the sound of feet shuffling rapidly up the curving stairs. The three turned to face the newcomers, who skidded to a halt halfway across the metal plateau. The leader sported thick spikes of brown hair rising to the sky above his mysteriously blue eyes, and wore a knee-length coat strewn with a series of assorted belts. His companion to the left wore his silver mane down his back over a vest of alternating yellow and white. The woman to the right had her hair similar to the last, but it was a deep red color.
The fourth figure that ran up the stairs, drawing the attention of all six warriors atop the tower, looked the spitting image of the leader, but with hair the color of the woman’s: Roxus, member XIII of Raxen’s Organization. His blue eyes gazed into those of the leader’s, only dterred by the rain that fell heavier by the moment.

“Father?â€

END PART 1​