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|01-13-2013, 05:29 PM||#1|
Super High School Level Narcissist
Brimstone: The Infernal Princes (45% Complete) [Book 5]
Only takuya will really be able to understand everything that's going on.
You don't need this chapter.
"The closer you get to the light, the darker your shadow becomes."
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|02-17-2013, 12:09 AM||#2|
Super High School Level Narcissist
Re: Fiery Divergence (5.4% Complete) [Book 5]
Ready For War
"The closer you get to the light, the darker your shadow becomes."
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|03-29-2013, 12:22 PM||#3|
Super High School Level Narcissist
Re: Fiery Divergence (8.1% Complete) [Book 5]
"The closer you get to the light, the darker your shadow becomes."
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|04-06-2013, 03:55 PM||#4|
Super High School Level Narcissist
Re: Fiery Divergence (10% Complete) [Book 5]
"The closer you get to the light, the darker your shadow becomes."
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|04-13-2013, 09:12 PM||#5|
Super High School Level Narcissist
Re: Fiery Divergence (12.5% Complete) [Book 5]
"The closer you get to the light, the darker your shadow becomes."
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|04-14-2013, 12:03 PM||#6|
Super High School Level Narcissist
Re: Fiery Divergence (15% Complete) [Book 5]
"The closer you get to the light, the darker your shadow becomes."
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|04-14-2013, 10:40 PM||#7|
Super High School Level Narcissist
Re: Fiery Divergence (15% Complete) [Book 5]
Battle For The Lucifer Blade
"The closer you get to the light, the darker your shadow becomes."
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|04-20-2013, 11:14 PM||#8|
Super High School Level Narcissist
Re: Fiery Divergence (20% Complete) [Book 5]
"The closer you get to the light, the darker your shadow becomes."
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|04-21-2013, 07:29 PM||#9|
Super High School Level Narcissist
Re: Fiery Divergence (22.5% Complete) [Book 5]
"The closer you get to the light, the darker your shadow becomes."
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|04-25-2013, 01:42 PM||#10|
Super High School Level Narcissist
Re: Fiery Divergence (25% Complete) [Book 5]
World of Games
"The closer you get to the light, the darker your shadow becomes."
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|05-09-2013, 03:07 PM||#11|
Super High School Level Narcissist
Re: Fiery Divergence (27.5% Complete) [Book 5]
"The closer you get to the light, the darker your shadow becomes."
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|05-21-2013, 02:15 PM||#12|
Super High School Level Narcissist
Re: Fiery Divergence (30% Complete) [Book 5]
Kevin walked with Vazor through the rocky tunnels of the Treasury Mines as they searched for their friends. Of course, with Vazor being a veloci raptor and all, they weren’t exactly communicating or anything. They travelled through many tunnels as they journeyed for a couple hours. They weren’t totally sure if they were getting closer to the next level, but luckily they were. After those couple hours had passed, they heard the sound of two people speaking a couple tunnels ahead.
Kevin and Vazor turned down a tunnel to their right and then another to their left afterwards. When they turned down that one, they ran into two of their friends. Phillip looked to Yulena and spoke, “All I’m saying is that we’re going the wrong way. We went down this same tunnel just a few minutes ago. I left marks on the walls.”
Yulena turned to her left to see the mark on the wall, “Oh, well I guess we have come this way before.”
“Yes, that’s what I’ve been trying to tell you.”
“Will you two stop bickering?” Kevin exclaimed.
Phillip turned to Kevin and said ecstatically, “Kevin, finally we found someone.”
“Actually, I prefer to look at this as a case of me finding you, not you finding me. You see, I was the one who heard the two of you talking, not the other way around. So, yeah, I found you.”
Yulena intervened. “Who cares who found who? What’s important is that we all have found each other now and that since we know which tunnel Kevin came from, we can rule that one out.”
“Well, not really. You see, the tunnel I just came from was from another area where there was a fork in the tunnels. So, that way could still be good.”
Phillip sighed. “Great, you know, I’m really not that fond of this level of Hell. It’s confusing. I don’t know where I am.”
“Tell me about it,” Kevin agreed, “I almost wish that whole idea of Hell just being an eternal lake of fire were true right now.”
Yulena nodded her head. “You know, I was hoping not to have to suggest this since I want to hold back on using my powers for an actual fight. It seems to me though like it’s the only sure way to find anything. So, who wants me to search the tunnels? I can find us a good path in a matter of minutes.”
As soon as she finished saying that, Kevin spoke up and pulled out an Etch-A-Sketch, “That won’t be necessary. Instead of having you have to look through these tunnels for God knows how long we could take a much easier route. I’ve been working on building up my magical capabilities and with this I can generate a map of this entire level. Of course, it might be a bit confusing still with all the tunnels.”
“So let me get this straight,” Phillip interrupted, “Yulena, you can use your powers to scope out paths. Kevin, you can use your children’s toy to get a map of the entire area.”
“Yeah, pretty much.”
“So, why are we not the third level yet?”
“Good question. I guess I just didn’t consider using my little mapping toy until now.”
“Then let’s get going,” Yulena suggested.
With that, Kevin used his Etch-A-Sketch powers to generate a map. It looked like a maze, but it was better than walking blindly. Kevin, Phillip, Yulena and Vazor navigated through the maze of tunnels as they search for the third level of Hell.
About an hour earlier on Earth, just as Johnny was revived, something strange happened. Sitting on a couch in a lovely living room with white walls was a woman with her son. The woman was in her mid-twenties with long light brown hair and blue eyes. She had grown to be around five-foot-six over the years, but she could still be mistaken as an older high school girl or young college student. She wore a short sleeve green shirt with blue jeans and white and red shoes.
The boy was around six years old. He was three-foot-eight with short spiked blonde hair and blue eyes. He wore a red shirt with the Mighty Morphin’ Power Rangers on it along with a pair of blue jeans and black shoes. He was playing with action figures at the time as his mother was watching television. It was at that moment, that the two of them both had a sudden twitch. Their names were Clarise MacIntosh and Blake MacIntosh.
As she twitched, Clarise felt like something strange had just happened to her. She definitely knew she was right when she looked down and saw Blake in her living room. She looked at him with an odd look on her face and asked herself aloud, “Since when do I baby living in my house?”
Clarise was close to freaking out. She didn’t remember who Johnny MacIntosh was. It was as if his apparent death in Hell completely destroyed his existence from her memory. She tried to take a deep breath, but nothing she did was helping her out at all. She still was puzzled by who exactly the little boy standing in her room was. As she stood she did remember one person who could help her. She picked up the phone and dialed in some numbers.
In another house, about sixty miles away, lived another woman. She was a couple years younger than Clarise and she appeared around the same age. She had long dirty blonde hair with auburn streaks, green eyes and a cute face with round cheeks and eyes that could captivate. She was wearing a black tank top designed for the band Alter Bridge. Over her legs, she wore black pants held down with a studded belt and black boots. Her name was April Harris.
As she heard her phone ring, she headed into the somewhat messy living room of her small apartment and looked at the caller ID. When she saw the name she smiled and answered the phone, “Clarise, it’s been a while. How have you been?”
“Honestly April, I’m freaking out right now. There’s a baby in my living room.”
“Yeah, you had the baby about six years ago. What’s so freaky about that?”
“I don’t remember having the child. I don’t remember who I had sex with that could be the father of the child. I don’t know how the baby’s here.”
“Well, that is unusual. Now that you mention it, I can’t remember the name of his father either. I just remember you having the baby.”
“There’s only one explanation then. Something must have happened in Licharius. Someone doesn’t want me to remember who this child is.”
“This is a problem. Clarise, I am going to make my way over to your place. We’ll figure this out together.”
“Thanks April, I can always count on you.”
“That’s why we’re BFFs.”
April hung up the phone on her end just before Clarise hung up hers with a smile. She then realized something. If she couldn’t find the name by remember, maybe she could find out her last name and that would spark something. She dug around in her purse until she found her ID and spoke to herself, “Clarise MacIntosh, where have I heard that last name before? Must be someone I went to school with. Maybe Principal Barnes could help me out.”
Clarise picked up the phone and made a phone call to Principal Barnes.
Back in Hell, Darla and Bigan rode along in a mine cart on some tracks as they rushed through tunnels. Bigan had his eyes closed and Darla chuckled, “What’s wrong Bigan? Is it going a little too fast for you?”
“It’s nothing,” Bigan lied, “Just felt like meditating and have you ever tried meditating with your eyes open? It’s madness, absolute madness.”
Darla responded sarcastically, “Right, so you’re not afraid, just trying to keep your mind calm and clear.”
“Yes, that’s exactly right.”
“Yeah, you know in the world I am from which shall henceforth be known as Reality Land, we call that being afraid,” Darla spoke as the cart slowed down until it ceased movement entirely, “It’s alright Bigan, you can open your eyes now.”
Bigan opened his eyes to see that he shouldn’t have listened to Darla. They had exited the caves with its speed and everything to get to a much worse location. They were in an area surrounded by rock in every direction aside from the one direction Bigan wanted to see rock, down. They were in open area with giant stalactites sticking down from the roof and an abyss where they could see no bottom. The cart tracks didn’t just end there either, they spun around inside the area like a wacky rollercoaster and they were gradually inching forward as the cart was close to taking a near 90 degree drop.
Bigan closed his eyes as he exclaimed, “Oh hell nah,” and the cart went down the tracks faster than ever.
Darla looked over at Bigan and tapped his shoulder, “Don’t worry, if we fall off we’ll die on impact.”
“I’m not worried. I just, I don’t know. Leave me alone.”
“Wow, whatever world you come from is really weird. I’d like to visit some time so that I can understand your language.”
“Oh stop it Darla! So I’m afraid of heights and speed. Why is that so funny to you?”
“Oh, so you were being sarcastic then. I’ll remember what you sound like when you’re sarcastic for the future,” Darla said before writing in a notebook, “First note of Bigan’s Land of Unreality, the sound of frustration is actually sarcasm.”
“First rule of Reality Land, people are amused and enjoy being sarcastic whenever you are scared of something.”
As the two of them exchanged sarcasm, they came closer and closer to something strange. The track was set to have the cart slam into a rocky wall. The wall didn’t look normal however. It was large and square, kind of like a computer monitor. Also like a computer, it had what looked like a wire extending downward and twisting around into the wall. Though, the wire was also made of rock. Darla tapped Bigan’s shoulder, “I think we’re going to crash.”
Bigan opened his eyes and screamed, “What the hell?”
Instead of smacking into the rock formation, the cart and Darla seeped into the wall while Bigan fell through the cart into another cart below the rock formation. The cart then sped off and into a tunnel out of the area. Inside the rock formation, the cart dropped downward and slammed into nothingness as it threw Darla out. Darla found herself in an area of infinite blackness as she pushed herself back up to her feet.
She walked forward a few steps and felt herself step on some kind of button as two images appeared in front of her. They appeared as two open file folders. She tilted her head, trying to figure out where she was but then just shrugged it off. She walked toward the file folders and jumped inside the one to her left as she was transported to what seemed like another world.
“What is this?” Darla asked herself as she stood on a floor of white surrounded by small walls of black. She looked upward to see what looked like a paint bucket dropped purple paint down onto the area she was in. Darla quickly ran a few steps and jumped over the wall of black as the purple paint filled in the entire area between the black walls, “It’s like I’m in a computer program.”
As if on cue, an image appeared flickering above her. It was a large image showing the face of Delilah. Delilah looked down at her impressed and paid her a compliment, “Right you are, little genius. Yes, the world you are in as a computer world. You are in a Paint document right now.”
“Well, that explains the white floor, the black walls and the paint bucket. I just have one question for you though. Why trap me in a computer world?”
“Why wouldn’t I? I mean, it’s fun for both us isn’t it? Who doesn’t like playing on a computer?”
“Yeah, well I’m sorry to tell you that the feeling of this being fun isn’t exactly mutual. It’s interesting sure, but not fun.”
“Oh, what’s wrong Darla? Not a big fan of PCs? Are you an XBOX girl? Playstation? No, maybe you just enjoy playing some Nintendo. Have I caught on yet?”
“Look Delilah, having your little computer powers is all fine and dandy and everything, but I’m really don’t feel like playing around right now. Do you think maybe you can just let me out of here and we can settle this woman to woman?”
“Darla, you know I can’t do that. You’re still seventeen years old. Physically harming you is illegal isn’t it?” Delilah laughed, “Come on girl, calm down. We’re just having a little fun aren’t we?”
“You say that you’re just having fun, but I know the real reason you’re doing this. It’s much easier for you to trap me inside a computer than it is for you to fight me yourself. It’s fine I understand why. You see, the thing is you don’t believe you can beat me. I guess my name precedes me. I get it, believe me I do. I mean I have extraordinary talent and your powers just can’t compare.”
“You think you me Darla. Do you really think I’m that easy to figure out? Do you think that I believe that I can’t beat you with my own strength? Really, that’s actually quite amusing. I guess you can still make jokes. Well done.”
“Nice, more sarcasm, I think I’ve heard my fair share of that today. Your snarky remarks don’t fool me Delilah. So why don’t you just stop playing stupid. I know you’re afraid of me. Hell, if I were you, I’d be afraid of me too.”
Delilah sighed. “You just don’t get it. Darla, talking to you is starting to bore me, so I’m going to have to cut this conversation short. If you really want to battle me one on one, then just find your way out.”
With that, the image of Delilah disappeared and Darla was left to find her way out. At that moment, a pen descended down onto the page and began drawing walls on the floor. Darla ran from the pen as fast as she could. When the pen came close to reaching her, she jumped to her left and the pen disappeared. Seconds later, a circular wall of black appeared around her as a paint bucket filled with orange paint poured down toward her.
Darla rushed away and jumped over the black wall just in time to avoid be drowned in the orange paint. She then saw a pair of scissors started cutting the paper near her and ran as fast as she could. The scissors closed in on her. As they got within a foot of her, they stopped being able to move forward as she had left the art board. That’s when she got an idea. She ran to her right beside the art board until she could see the toolbox above. She saw a pointer try to click on her and jumped out of its way. Within about ten more seconds, she had found her way to an X button. She jumped on it and the document was closed.
Darla reappeared on another white space where she was surrounded by images depicting different programs in a computer. The pointer grabbed her and threw her into an image that appeared as a calculator. As she reappeared on top of a calculator, Delilah’s image appeared again above her, “Hello Darla, are you having fun yet? Let us play a game now. I hope you are good at math.”
Darla watched as numbers began to appear on a screen off to her right. They were combining with symbols to form mathematical equations. Darla didn’t need to be told what to do, she understood well what was going on. She watched the screen as she saw an equal sign appeared behind the equation 42 x 3. Darla did the equation in her head and quickly jumped on the numbers 1, 2 and finally 6 to make 126. Darla sighed, “Is this all? I was in honors Math.”
She watched as more numbers and symbols appeared to give her another equation to solve. It came up with the equation 13 x 6 – 17. It took Darla a couple more seconds to figure that one out, but she knew the answer. She started off by jumping on the number 6 and then the number 1 to make 61. Delilah laughed as Darla again got the answer right. Delilah put up another equation for Darla to answer which required a bit more though.
Darla looked at the screen as the equation (41+13)–31x5(6-3). It took Darla about four times as long to think of the answer for that one, but she again got it right. She started off by pressing the positive/negative button and then went to the numbers. She jumped on the numbers 4 and then 1 twice to come up with -411. The answer was right yet again. Delilah was impressed, “Well, I don’t think I’m going to have much luck beating you at this game.”
Delilah clicked on the X button with the pointer and Darla reappeared on another white space surrounded by program images. The pointer button then clicked the X button again so that she was standing back in the area of infinite blackness with no images in the area. At that moment, green numbers started appearing in the area as if the area was being hacked into. Within a minute, the screen swirled around before the imagery changed.
When the image finished changing, Darla found herself in the center of a circular room with statues of figures from Greek myths in it. Some of the figures included the Greek Gods while others included lesser figures like a Cerberus and a Gorgon. As she stood in the middle of them hell hounds emerged from the ground, surrounding her completely. They were large. Standing on all fours, they were about four feet tall and they had plenty of muscle on them. Their fur was black and bloody as they bared their teeth. Fire rushed from their bodies as they stared Darla down with piercing eyes.
Darla looked at them as Delilah spoke, “What can I say, we don’t really have any particular sin to torture you with. You’ve been getting clean ever since you met those Council members. But, I can still give you a bit of a trial to overcome. Those hell hounds are real. Good luck fighting them all by yourself.”
Darla stared down the hell hounds as she waited for them to make a move. Within seconds, two of the hell hounds jumped at her. She pulled a pair of spinning tops out of her pocket and flicked them at the dogs. The dogs jumped out of the way, but she then stabbed them with sewing needles which she controlled with threads. She pulled back on the sewing needles, making the two hell hounds smack into each other. As they did so, they fell to the ground, but quickly got back up to their feet.
Darla proceeded to jump forward at them and created a bubble which in her hands. She slammed her hands down on the hell hounds as they were caught inside the bubble. The two hell hounds floated into the air and increased rapidly in size until they popped both the bubble and themselves. More and more hell hounds jumped at Darla, but she was finding ways to defend against each one. Three jumps at her first, each of which she wrapped a thread around. Pulling on the thread, she beheaded them.
Two more jumped at her and smacked them in the face with her bladed umbrella, smashing their heads in. The hell hounds appeared to be no match for Darla as she combined some fancy acrobatic skills with her weapons and bubbles to knock them out one by one. After defeating four hell hounds by trapping them in bubbles and having them pop however, they finally caught her. Six hell hounds jumped her as about twenty more quickly followed. She was on the bottom of a literal dog pile trying to break free when the scenery changed.
Darla found herself in a very dreary place standing atop the roof of a twenty foot tall building made out of metal. There was a ladder on the end of it which led down to what looked like a small, empty parking lot. The building and the lot were surrounded entirely by water with lily pads floating in the water. There was no sun in the sky and the area all around was grey and somewhat foggy. Darla squatted and held her eyes speaking to herself, “No, not real. Not real. Not real.”
She was facing some of her greatest fears. Something about being stranded by herself made her feel uneasy. Darla had always been the type of person who loves attention. It wasn’t just that though, she feared being alone, especially in an area she didn’t recognize. She hated storms also, so she feared that at any moment the grey sky would turn into a storm. The fact that it wasn’t was more torturous to her than it would have been if it was.
As she squatted down, she felt her clothes begin dampen which also bothered her greatly. Darla never got along well with water because when she was young she had a near death experience where she almost drowned in a pull. It was as if the area was made to scare the crap out of her, which is exactly what it was. What made hell hounds dangerous was not their ability to devour people. It was their ability to trap their foes in a world of their deepest fears.
Even the lily pads she had difficult being around because she associated them with violent water creatures. After a few minutes, she realized what was going on and let out a deep breath. She stood up to her feet and walked over to the ladder, climbing down it to stand in the parking lot area. As she stood, she looked off in the distance to see that there was a golf cart floating in the water. It was literally the only thing in the area that didn’t make her feel uneasy.
She wasn’t sure what to do. How could she possibly escape in a place she knew nothing about? After she asked herself that question, she spent about a minute to think before speaking to herself, “Maybe this just about finding a way out. Perhaps this is about facing my fears. If I want to escape this area, I need to reach the one thing I’m not afraid of. If I can reach the golf cart, maybe I can escape back to reality. Or, virtual reality I guess. I have to swim though. Not too fond of that.”
Darla shuddered at the thought and looked behind herself to see something worse. The area behind her was slowly being shrouded in darkness. In the darkness she could make out something she couldn’t quite define until it got a little closer though. Just in front of the approaching darkness, was a swarm of giant insects. Not just any insects though, but wasps. Wasps were yet another thing which Darla feared greatly. In fact, they were her greatest fear.
Their look was even more intimidating than ever though as she caught a glimpse of them. They were giant green wasps and their shine made them appear kind of metallic. They must have been about seven feet in height, definitely not your average size. When Darla saw them flying at her with their deadly gaze, her eyes widened and she froze up for a few seconds. When she managed to regain her composure, she knew her suspicions were correct.
Darla ran toward the water and jumped in as she began to swim toward the golf cart. She swum around the lily pads and hoped that there were no creatures in the water waiting to eat her. After swimming about half way to the golf cart, she noticed the wasps were getting too close for comfort and that she probably wouldn’t be able to escape them. She wasn’t exactly a marathon swimmer, so she tried something. She climbed up on a lily pad and realized that the lily pad was hard enough for her to stand on.
As she stood to her feet however, she saw sting rays ascend as their heads popped up out of the water. They all stared her down as her brow began to sweat. Of all the sea creatures in the world, there was none she feared more than sting rays. After what happened to the crocodile hunter Steve Irwin, she was no longer able to even look at sting rays. Darla breathed heavily, “Oh gosh, sting rays, really?”
Darla was being chased by giant green wasps from behind and would have to pass sting rays in front if she wanted to reach the golf cart. She took a deep breath and decided that the only thing she could do was go for it. She jumped from the lily pad she was on to the next one and landed safely on it. The sting rays weren’t trying to sting her, they just stared at her. She looked to the next lily pad and jumped, landing safely on it too.
The next one for her was frightening though. The lily pad in front of her had the tail of one of the sting rays lying atop of it. Darla froze up when she saw that and tried to find another lily pad she could jump to. None of them were in jumping range though and she didn’t have time to jump back and go around. She closed her eyes and crossed her fingers for a second before reopening them. When she did, she saw that the sting ray had moved and his tail was no longer on the lily pad.
With a sigh of relief, she jumped to the lily pad, but didn’t land safely. She landed on the edge and began to slip off toward the water. Luckily, Darla caught herself before she fell and safely returned to her feet. The wasps were getting closer and she still had a few more lily pads to jump to. She jumped to the one directly in front of her and landed safely on it. She then jumped from that one to the next safely. The sting rays all turned to stare at her, remaining motionless.
She had one more lily pad to jump to before she could jump to the golf cart. She made sure to set her feet and then quickly jumped to the final lily pad. The next part would be the moment of truth. If she was wrong about the golf cart, she would sink into the water. The sting rays and giant wasps would have her right where they wanted her. There was nothing else she could do though.
Darla jumped off the final lily pad into the seat of the golf cart. She was hoping she would automatically reappear in the circular mythology room, but it wasn’t that simple. She began to sink down in the water as the sting rays swum toward her. They got closer and closer as Darla’s fear grew. Within a few more minutes, rain began to fall and lighting struck the metal building causing it to set fire in the midst of the darkness.
The darkness was getting closer and closer, but more importantly, the green wasps were within about twenty feet of her. They all flew around, trapping her between them just as the sting rays were doing. Darla was in deep fear as she thought to herself, Of all the times to be wrong, this is the worst time. I can’t believe I’m going to die sinking underwater in a storm while being stung by giant wasps and sting rays.
She then realized something though that gave her one final hope. There was a key in the ignition of the golf cart. She spoke to herself, “Here goes nothing”. As she turned the key, the golf cart rushed forward and the scenery around her changed back. She returned to the circular mythology room as the hell hounds held her at the bottom of the dog pile. They tried to bite her, but she maneuvered away from each bite and muscled her way up, knocking them all off of her and onto their backs.
Back where she wanted to be, Darla enclosed a bubble around herself and floated high above the hell hounds to where they couldn’t reach her by jumping. As the bubble she was in popped, another one appeared below her which she landed on. The bubble floated up as she stood on it and pointed her hands outward tying threads around them. The threads attached to sewing needles which she stuck in the head and limbs of one of the hell hounds, turning it into a puppet.
She used the hell hound to attack the other hell hounds. She made the hell hound smack two of the others into the statues of two of the Greek gods. One of them was skewered by the trident of Poseidon while the other was stabbed by the blade of Athena. The hell hounds all then began to attack the one that Darla was controlling. She used the hell hound to knock out a large majority of the hell hounds.
Three of them jumped at her hell hound simultaneously, but she made it smack them all in the face with its tail. The tail caught their faces on fire which was apparently fatal, as they instantly died. She then systematically had her hell hound jump at seven in quick succession, biting into their jugulars as they fell lifeless as well. Four more jumped at her hell hound simultaneously, but she pulled back on his head and the hell hound shot a fireball at all four of them, burning off their faces.
There were only eight more hell hounds to take out aside from the one she had control of. She made hers jump at one that was by itself and had it bite into the jugular of that hell hound. Three of the others jumped at hers and tried to the hell hounds out. She made her hell hound smack them in the face however, smacking them each into a golden thread which connected to the statues of the sisters of fate. The thread beheaded each of them. That was all she would get to do though as the final four jumped her hell hound devoured it.
She only had four more to defeat though and she confident she could beat them. She jumped off her bubble as it popped and then threw spinning tops at each of them. The spinning tops smack them each in the face, causing them to lose focus. In that moment, she quickly smacked two of them in the face with her bladed umbrella, smashing their faces. The final two hell hounds jumped at her as she stabbed herself in the heart with her bladed umbrella.
As she stabbed herself, the hell hounds fell to the ground lifeless. She pulled her shirt down a little bit to show that the area around her heart was straw. With about forty hell hounds dead all around her, she stood with a grin and looked around. Darla yelled out, “Alright, I’ve passed your stupid test now Delilah. Why don’t you be a good girl and let me out of here already so I can kick your ass you pansy.”
The scenery changed and she was back in the area of infinite darkness with two open doors in front of her. They each led into a field of white as Delilah’s image appeared above her again. Delilah laughed, “You’ve been quite amusing girl, but if you think that I’m going to be easier than what you just went through, you’re going to be disappointed. Which door are you going to choose now? One of them leads to me but the other leads to the recycle bin. Go into the recycle bin and you will be permanently deleted.”
Darla gritted her teeth in anger, “Oh, so that’s how you’re going to play now. Are you really so scared of me that you are trying to get rid of me without having to fight yourself? That’s low girl, really low.”
“I’m not here to be lectured by you Darla. Regardless of what you say, reality is reality. It’s not going to change the fact that one of these two doors leads to the recycle bin. Now choose or I’ll just throw you into the recycle bin.”
Darla was really frustrated by Delilah, but she had to sit there and think. There was no way that there wasn’t some sort of hint as to which one was which. She shot threads with sewing needles attached to each hand through the doors. Each thread began to pull her in so she quickly grabbed a pair of scissors from her pocket and cut both of the threads. Darla sighed, “Well, that doesn’t work.”
“You didn’t really think it would be that easy did you? I’ll give you thirty seconds to figure it out before I destroy you.”
Darla used ten of those seconds to think. With that, she decided that there was one way she might be able to figure something out. As she was in a computer world, the recycle bin shouldn’t have any reaction, but the door that leads out of the computer world should. She shot a bubble at each of the doors and they popped. The two doors got wet. The one on her left had no reaction, but the one on her right did exactly what she wanted. It caused lightning to start shooting around in the dark area.
Darla ran forward quickly avoiding the lightning strikes as she ran for the door on the right. Delilah was counting down from ten as she did so with lightning striking in her area too. With about five seconds left, the lightning stopped. At three seconds Delilah made the pointer start approaching Darla. Finally, at one second, Darla jumped through the door just before the pointer could reach her. She found herself sliding down a black tunnel until she was dropped into an unusual area.
Darla found herself in what looked like a small play town made entirely out of a computer chip. Everything was green with different colored lines flowing through it. There were even a few spots, where it looked like currents were running through the lines. The walls and ceiling were no exception. As she looked forward, Darla saw Delilah sitting atop the largest building in the small town; that building being only fifteen feet tall. As she looked up at Delilah she smirked, “Your stall tactics end now Delilah.”
Delilah chuckled, “No matter how much you call me a staller or accuse me of being scared of you, I’m denying the accusations fully. I must give you a round of applause for finding your way out of my little computer world without dying in the process though. Bravo girl, I say, bravo! Did you enjoy your time? If you want season passes, they’re on sale now at 40% off. What do you say?”
“I say shove them up your ass.”
“Aww, that hurts. And here I thought after our time together today you would have grown to realize how fun it really is.”
“No, all I learned today that was actually of any use is what hell hounds actually do.”
“Ah yeah, they really trap you in your own personal Hell, don’t they? Tell me Darla, did you have fun playing with them? Our pets needed some time for fun.”
“Yeah, I’d say they had plenty of fun. They had so much fun that it killed them, quite literally.”
“Indeed. It’s really going to be a pain to clean up all the mess though. You could have been nice and done it for me.”
Darla gasped. “And spend extra time in there when I could come meet you? Never!”
“You sure are one sarcastic little girl Darla. I think I’m going to have to teach you to respect your elders. What do you say we do what you’ve wanted to do this entire time and settle this right here, right now?”
“I thought you’d never ask. Let’s get this started.”
"The closer you get to the light, the darker your shadow becomes."
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Super High School Level Narcissist
Re: Fiery Divergence (32.5% Complete) [Book 5]
An Hour Earlier [68 Hours Remain]
Morpheous flew down the abyss of the Treasury Mines with his vampire wings spread out. He crashed through a bridge on his way, knocking a group of goblins down into the abyss with him. It also allowed Alatar and Eric to move on into the tunnels. As he continued to fall, the goblins weren’t far behind. Instead of speeding up, Morpheous slowed before flying back upwards toward the goblins.
When the goblins noticed that, they laughed. They pulled their clubs back, ready to strike Morpheous. When Morpheous reached the first goblin, the goblin swung his club at him. Morpheous flew around the goblin and continued to fly upward toward the other goblins. One after another, the goblins swung their clubs at him. Morpheous maneuvered around the attacks as if they were nothing. The goblins realized they were in trouble in that point as their brows began to sweat.
After Morpheous had flown past the last one, he stopped in mid-air for a moment and then flew down toward them. The goblins swung their clubs wildly hoping to hit Morpheous but to no avail. Morpheous dove quickly between the goblins into the abyss, avoiding every strike. After he had passed every goblin, he stopped again and looked back up at them with a grin. A second later, each goblin split in half as the clubs and goblin bodies fell down past Morpheous to the bottom of the large chasm.
With the goblins all defeated, Morpheous took a moment to survey the surrounding area. When he noticed nothing of interest however, he flew down into chasm. He flew quickly looking for the bottom. After about a minute of flying, the bottom of the chasm came into sight. After another half of a minute, Morpheous had reached the bottom chasm and landed on the ground in between the fallen goblins and clubs. The ground he landed on was made out of stone.
The ground wasn’t the only thing in the area made out of stone either. As Morpheous looked forward, he saw that in front of him was a stone staircase that spiraled downward. He took the stairs down and as he did, he saw more and more plants covering the walls. Morpheous looked at the plants and thought to himself. Well, this is odd. I was under the impression that the deeper into Hell we get, the hotter it would get. How can plants grow in a place like this?
Morpheous didn’t care enough about the answer to think about that question for more than a few seconds. He shrugged his shoulders and continued his way down the staircase. It took him about two minutes to completely walk down the staircase and reach the next level. When he did reach, he found himself in a stone hallway covered in more plants with square openings in the walls to his left. He walked up to the first opening and looked outside it to see a glimpse of the third level of Hell.
What he saw was probably the largest greenhouse ever. The greenhouse itself was made mainly of dark brown steel, though there was a rectangular building connected to greenhouse made of black stone. The rectangular building was connected to one of the long sides of the greenhouse. Morpheous would have been able to get a clearer of the connected building if he were to walk to the end of the stone hallway. Instead though, he took a few more moments to look over the area. As he did so, he noticed something that seemed impossible.
The greenhouse was situated on a huge platform of red rock. The greenhouse itself had to be about four miles long by two miles across. Adding on the extra area outside the greenhouse, the red rock platform must have been about four and a half miles long by three miles across. The rectangular building was about one fourth of the length of the greenhouse by one eighth the width. The steel walls of the greenhouse curved upward until flattening out at the top.
On the top flattened area, there were also glass windows where Morpheous could see some of what was inside the greenhouse. Of course, it was more plants. The greenhouse appeared to be covered in plants, almost as if it was more of a wild jungle than a greenhouse. Surrounding the red rock platform was a large lake of lava. Most people wouldn’t have been able to notice all of that, but Morpheous had the aid of his heightened senses as a vampire.
His senses were so advanced in fact, that he could see another building connected to the greenhouse on the far end of the greenhouse about four miles away. The building was a large tower which extended into the air twice as high as the greenhouse. It wasn’t nearly touching the rock ceiling above, but it was large nonetheless. It seemed to be built from black stone, just as the rectangular building was. On the top part of the tower, Morpheous could see the symbol of an arrow. Morpheous couldn’t tell what was beyond that aside from the lake of lava.
The last thing he noticed was that there was one more circular tower on the side closest to him. Unlike the other however, the closer one had a flat town instead of a pointed top. Morpheous had a smirk as he looked out over the area and continued to walk through the hallway. He saw that there was another plant covered stone hallway to his left and turned down it. Morpheous continued to walk through a maze of plant covered stone walls until he finally reached a pair of black copper-alloy doors.
Morpheous opened the doors and found himself in a tower with a large column of gray stone in the middle. Morpheous looked to his right to see a metal staircase going down and a wall of gray stone part way around. He then looked to his left to see that the there was a metal walkway that curved around the central column. He turned to his left to walk around the column and saw another pair of black copper-alloy doors on that side. He walked through the doors and found himself walking onto the steel roof of the greenhouse.
Morpheous walked forward and over the steel frames of the windows as he looked down to see that although the inside of the greenhouse was like a wild jungle, there were still pathways throughout. Morpheous walked over the frames and to his left where he sat on the steel roof beside the windows. He pressed a button on his armor which caused another compartment of his armor to open up.
Morpheous pulled out another marble and stared at it. As he did, he sighed. He pulled out another marble and stared at it for a few moments. Again, he sighed as he spoke to himself, “Great! I’m really bored right now. There are only a few people nearby, but they don’t interest me. It looks like I’m probably going to be sitting here by myself for a while. I really wish I had brought a magazine or something.”
Elsewhere in Hell, Shannon walked up out of an opening in a wall of rock after climbing up another set of rock stairs. She looked around to see that she was on a four foot wide red rock ledge that curved with the wall. The ledge was surrounded by lava, though the lava was a few feet down. The ledge didn’t extend very far to her right, so she walked to her left. That was where she wanted to go anyways.
She looked up as she saw a large black stone tower connected to the greenhouse and stared upwards to an area around the top of the tower. The look in her eyes was that of fury and disgust. She sped up her pace as she looked to reach the tower more quickly when enemies sprouted from the ground. In front of her, she saw plant monsters literally grow in front of her. When they finished growing, they were about the size of a human.
Their heads were covered in various different colors of flower petals while the rest of their bodies appeared to be made of thorny vines. They appeared as humans, except for in their lower bodies where their lower halves looked more like green thorny dresses. There were holes in their bodies where eyes, nostrils, a mouth and ears would be on a human. Shannon looked forward at the creatures and yawned, “Please, do you pathetic creatures really think you can stand against me? You biljkas are idiots for real.”
The biljkas were apparently infuriated by the insult as they showed an angry expression on their face. None of them said anything however, since biljkas weren’t creatures who could actually talk. Instead the biljka closest to Shannon punched its arm forward at her. The arm extended like rubber as the biljka attempted to hit Shannon in the face. Shannon leaned to her right and flipped her body backwards holding her body up with her limbs as the extending arm went over her.
The blijka’s arm then snapped downward and toward Shannon’s stomach. Shannon avoided that attack too however as her body split in half. She walked away from the attack with both parts of her body. She walked away on her hands for her top half and with her legs for the bottom half. Within seconds, Shannon showed a new addition to her ability as her top half and her bottom half grew a new bottom half and top half. It made it appear as though there were two Shannons.
The Shannon walking on her hands created saw blades on the soles of her boots while the Shannon walking around on her feet pointed her palms forward. The blijka attempted to snap its arm at both Shannons but failed. The Shannon on the left cut through the blijka’s arm with the saw blades on her shoes as the other Shannon had spikes extend from her palms. The spikes went through either end of the blijka’s severed arm and nailed them down to the rock wall.
With the blijkas unable to pull its arm back, it instead shot forward like a rubber band, attempting to slam its thorny body into the two Shannons. The two Shannons turned to the blijka and pointed their palms forward as they began to move their fingers. As the blijka reached a distance around two feet from the Shannons, it was cut to ribbons. The thorny vines flew harmless past them and into the lava where they burnt. The blijkas grew even more enraged as the entire army of them punched all of their arms forward at the Shannons.
The two Shannons pointed their palms at the lava and moved their fingers again. A large chunk of lava flew out of the lake and jumped in front of them to form a large wall of lava. The arms of the blijkas all hit the lava wall and their arms caught fire. As the Shannons placed the lava from the lava wall back into the lake of lava, they saw that the majority of the blijkas were on fire. Those that were, were burnt completely. There were only six blijkas left afterwards.
The two Shannons walked toward each other and touched hands as they recombined to make a single Shannon. With that, the blijkas all slid forward across the ledge at high speeds as they rushed Shannon. Cockily, Shannon closed her eyes and created a pair of saws, one for either hand. She held the handles and jumped forward between and around the blijkas swinging her saws at a speed that made it seem wild and random. When she finished jumping forward, she passed by all the blijkas without a scratch.
The blijkas were all cut to ribbons as some of the pieces of their bodies fell onto the ledge while other pieces fell into the lava. Shannon continued to walk forward on the ledge as she followed the path, getting closer to the tower. At the end of the path, there was a wooden ladder that extended up to a large red rock platform which connected to the tower. Shannon was about to just fly up there, when an unwelcome visitor showed itself.
A six foot tall being with black curly hair appeared atop the platform. He had red eyes and was wearing a black toga with a red heart design in the top left corner. It was held down by a piece of rope. He wore a pair of wooden sandals and his toga seemed to be covered in blood. He looked down at Shannon and spoke, “Turn back now, I will not let you hurt my master. It is not your place to do battle with him and you know that.”
Shannon laughed. “Wow, and who’s going to be the one to stop me, you? You do realize that we aren’t even in the same league don’t you? It doesn’t matter if you try to talk tough with me, you’re nothing. You’re just a fallen cupid. Step aside demon.”
“I warned you to get away, but you leave me no choice. Your confidence will be the death of you Shannon. Do not underestimate my power.”
“I’m not underestimating your power. You’re weak and you know it, Amorek. You’re just a low level demon. You’re the equivalent of a hair that I find in my cereal.”
Amorek had no more words to say to Shannon, he was past the point of talking and had decided the only way to make understand was through force. Shannon pointed her palms at the lava and created another wall of lava before Amorek could make his first move. She then put the lava back into the lake and stared up at Amorek. Amorek smirked as he pulled out a red bow and placed an arrow with a black heart shaped tip on the string. He pulled his bow back with a smirk, “You’re block was too rushed Shannon. I haven’t shot yet.”
Amorek shot forth his arrow and hit Shannon in the chest. Shannon fell to a knee as she coughed up blood and pulled the arrow out of her chest. She threw the arrow in the lava but it was too late. Before her, she saw the image of Roman and walked forward toward him. As she did so, she saw Roman’s eyes begin to bleed and cried, “Roman, no! What’s wrong with you? Tell me love.”
Roman fell to his knees as Shannon slid forward and caught him in her arms. She cried as Roman cried on her shoulders and Amorek flew down in front of Shannon. He laughed, “Honestly Shannon, I can’t believe you. I thought you were supposed to be special or something. I expected more of a challenge than this. You’ve really disappointed me.”
Roman held a knife in his hand behind Shannon’s back and stabbed it in her back. He let go of her and looked down at her with a smirk Shannon fell flat on the ground. Amorek cheered as he began to celebrate his victory, but his celebration was short lived. The very next second, he felt something stab into his back. Shannon had shoved her hand in his back and quickly pulled it back. As Amorek turned around, he fell to his knees lifeless. His last vision was that of Shannon holding his heart in her hands as it stopped beating.
The image of Roman disappeared as Shannon crushed Amorek’s heart in her hands. She took one of his arrows and placed it in her pants. As she looked down at Amorek, she grinned, “Did I really disappoint you Amorek?”
Shannon then turned her head back to the tower and stared up near the top as she flew up toward it.
Two And A Half Hours Later [65 Hours Remains]
Back in the sixth level of Hell, Abraham sat in his throne looking at a set of televisions before him. The televisions displayed images of everything going on in Hell. As he watched, he grew more and more angry. Around every corner, there seemed to be something going wrong for him. Abraham didn’t like that. He was supposed to be the gamemaster. Frustrated, he yelled to himself, “These damn bastards, what is wrong them? Can any of you worthless fools defeat a single enemy?”
As he sat there thinking about the situation however, he was able to calm himself down. He realized that it wasn’t so bad. He continued to speak to himself, “Actually, now that I think about it, what do I have to be worried about? Sure I’m the gamemaster and I’m supposed to make the rules of this game. However, these are just the weakest of the weak. None of my princes have fallen yet and none of my big players have fallen. It’ll just be that much more fun when we win in the end.”
As Abraham continued watching the screens though, he still hoped for one good thing to happen. It wasn’t coming to pass though. It’s not as if his followers weren’t putting up good fights either. He was just bothered because they hadn’t gained a win or really even a clear upper hand in any of the battles. As he watched the battle between Darla and Delilah though, he finally found something worth cheering about. As Darla destroyed the last hell hound, she saved herself, but also gave Abraham his first real smile.
The real hounds of Hell had been locked up for a long time. Their essence was stored away inside the walls of Hell, as they were unable to be released for thousands of years. By defeating the virtual hell hounds however, what Darla had done was break open the lock on their cages. Abraham stood up from is chair and walked to the back wall of his lair. He pulled three levers on a wall that had six and went back to sit in his seat.
As he sat in his seat, he began to twiddle his thumbs while he hummed to himself. He stared at the screens waiting for something to show up. When what he was waiting for finally did, he smiled. Throughout the first three levels of Hell, real hell hounds were emerging from the walls to walk throughout Hell once more. There were hundreds of them on each level and they all had the same goal; hunt down and kill all of Abraham’s enemies.
Abraham looked forward at the screens as he watched the hell hounds walking through caves, through greenery and across deserts. Abraham picked up a fountain drink from beside his throne and began to drink. After a few seconds of drinking, Abraham placed his drink down and began to laugh, “Take this you damn Council. Take this Phillip Pragmer. Take this all you jackasses. My hell hounds will feed on you as you are stuck in greatest nightmare for all of eternity.”
Six Hours Later [59 Hours Remain]
Alatar and Eric walked through the tunnels of the Treasury Mines as they were getting really close to the bottom where they would be able to escape. As they walked the tunnels, they had gone into a state of silence for some time. Eric had gotten a bit bothered by Alatar’s ‘lack of common sense’. As for Alatar, he had more important things on his mind. He was trying to decide what to do once he actually ran into something bad.
The two of them continued through the tunnels as Eric thought a lot about how he had been bothered by Alatar. After a few minutes of thinking, he sighed and broke the silence, “I was a bit rude to you earlier, and I wanted to say I’m sorry. I’m a bit stressed out right now knowing that my friends are down here and any of them can die at any time. I just am afraid for them and I hate that I’m not with them. The way you said the things you said made me wonder if you cared at all.”
“Of course I care. What would make you think that I don’t care? I’m sorry for acting like an idiot earlier. Even an old wise man like me has his weaknesses. When I get around sake, I sometimes lose my ability to think things through. The less of it I’ve had to drink the more it messes with me. I have to make a suggestion to you though. Don’t worry about your friends.”
“How the hell can I not worry about them? My friends are all out in different areas of hell. They could be off fighting anyone. Sinister Ambition is full of strong people and there are certain people with us that I’m not sure can beat them. Hell, even worse, any of them could be facing one of the seven princes. I have to say, the seven princes don’t exactly sound like they’ll be a cakewalk. How can I not worry?”
“Look Eric, I understand your concern. Really, I do. Your worrying isn’t going to change anything though. It doesn’t matter whether you’re worried or not. If one of your friends is in a dangerous situation, they are in a dangerous situation. If one of your friends dies, they die. It’s not something that we want to happen. We have been separated though, so some people are going to die. We should be prepared for that.”
Eric sighed. “I don’t want to be prepared. I just want everyone to be safe. I want us all to be together again. I want us to fight together and take down our enemies together. I know you are right, but I hate to admit that you are. I want to know what’s going on. I want to know my friends are alive. I want to know where the hell Ian is. I fear more that he is dead than anyone.”
“Stop thinking so much Eric. Ian came here of his own free will. We can’t change what he did in the past. He rushed in not realizing what he was getting himself into. He didn’t have the patience he needed. Eric, I’m truly sorry that all your friends are in trouble, but you need to get over that. You need to be prepared for when something comes after us. Do you understand me?”
Eric gave Alatar a nod as they continued walking through the tunnels. After they went through a few more tunnels, they came across a frightening sight. In front of them, was a hell hound walking straight at them. They wanted to try to hide, but they had already been spotted. The hell hound seen them and had already caught their scent. Eric looked at it in fear, “What the hell is that?”
“It’s a hell hound. They’re very fierce and dangerous creatures. They are strongest of the hell creatures. Be very, very careful around them. If you aren’t you were end up dead. That can smell fear and they can trap you in a world of your worst nightmare.”
“Well, that certainly doesn’t make me feel any better about them. I have a good feeling that I hate hell hounds.”
The hell hound gritted its teeth as it growled at Alatar and Eric. The hell hound jumped forward at them as Alatar pointed his staff forward at him. The hell hound was wrapped up be chains and nailed to the ground of the tunnel. Eric sighed in relief as Alatar began to walk forward to the hell hound. Eric stayed back, but that wasn’t a good idea. A second later, he was jumped by another hell hound from behind and sent to his own worst nightmare.
Eric found himself in a room of complete darkness by himself as he was trapped in a cage. There was a lock on the door which made Eric uncomfortable from the get go. He had been afraid of being locked up for a long time. He feared that his past would come back to haunt him and that he would be locked away or sent to the loony bin. Eric grabbed the bars as he yelled for help and asked to be released. He didn’t even realize there was a key on the floor inside the cage. As he looked all around, he saw his friends fighting masked men in black cloaks.
He saw Roman press the buttons on the controller, but nothing happened. Roman’s controller wasn’t working for some reason. The guy in all black pointed a gun at Roman’s head and shot it right through his skull. Roman fell lifeless to the ground. Eric cried out as he saw Roman die before his eyes, “No, please! Don’t kill my friends. Please, don’t kill them.”
To the left, Ian fought another man in all black as he used his martial art skills to try defeating him. The man in black was blocking everything though. Ian couldn’t get a punch or a kick in. His martial arts skills were completely outmatched. Ian went to punch the guy, but he sidestepped the attack and grabbed Ian’s head. He twisted his arms and snapped Ian’s neck as Ian fell to the ground. Eric continued to cry out.
Johnny held a sword in his hand as he and another man and black fought with their swords. They swung them at each other trying to gain the upper hand. Johnny wasn’t good enough, and Eric could tell that by how difficult it was for him just to defend. The man in black knocked Johnny’s sword away and then pulled his sword back. He stabbed the sword through Johnny’s chest and Johnny caught fire.
Next he saw Marie who knocked down her opponent and tried to help him up. The man in black slapped away her hand and stood up to his feet. He punched Marie in the face and then grabbed a wooden staff. The man in black swung the staff at Marie, turning her around completely. He then placed his palm behind her heart, shooting forth nails from his hands through her heart.
Next was Troy who knocked his opponent away and tried to use that time to write in his journal. Before he could finish though, the man in black stabbed himself. Instead of the man in black falling over, Troy fell over, covered in blood. Cornelius was next as he pulled out a giant key and tried to stab that man in black in the chest with it. The man in black teleported behind Cornelius though and whipped out his wings. Cornelius fell as his deep wounds killed him.
It continued on with Darla, who shot forward sewing needles at her man in black. The man in black quickly maneuvered around all of the sewing needles and rushed forward to avoid the attacks. She then pulled out a ring sword which shaped like a ring with blades on the outside but was the size of a hula-hoop. She slashed the ring sword right through Darla’s chest.
He saw Phillip, Kevin, Yulena and all the others as well, but he didn’t continue watching because he couldn’t. Eric cried profusely as he asked for everything to stop. When he opened his eyes again, he saw all of his friends dead on the ground and the darkness closing in on him. The man in black walked up to him and pulled off his mask. He saw Abraham and fell down. Eric screamed, “No you can’t be real.”
Abraham pulled out his Lucifer Blade and went to stab it forward at Eric. Before he could do it though, his neck was snapped and he fell over dead. The darkness stopped closing at that moment and Eric looked around. He was still in tears, but he saw a hand reach down from above. Finally, he noticed the key on the ground and unlocked the cage. Eric stepped out and grabbed the hand as he was pulled out.
Seconds later, he was back in front of Alatar, in the middle of the tunnel with a hell hound lying dead beside him with a twisted neck. Eric had tears in his eyes and he was still scared as he spoke, “Where are they? The man in black killed all of them.”
“You were the victim of a hell hound attack Eric. You’re lucky I was here, but you might not be so lucky next time. The hell hound attacked you in your nightmare. The darkness was closing around you, but I put my hand in and set you free. You’re going to half to stop being scared. Otherwise the hell hounds are going to feed on you like crazy.”
“I’m sorry Alatar. I want to do that, but it’s so hard.”
“Then just try to. I don’t want to lose anyone either.”
Eric wiped tears from his eyes and gave Alatar a smile. He nodded his head and they continued through the tunnels.
Three Hours Earlier [62 Hours Remain]
Silyn and Patrick found themselves in a circular cave area of the Treasury Mines. Around them, they saw six tunnels and were not sure which way to go. Silyn walked forward and tried to get an idea of which one to go through when Patrick sighed, “What are we supposed to do now? These Treasury Mines are too complicated. Even if we find our way through here, how are we supposed to make it through the rest of the levels in time?”
“I don’t know,” Silyn answered honestly, “I would like to think that we will definitely be able to get out of here without too much trouble. I’m not sure which way to go either though. The harsh reality is that there are what seems to be an infinite number of paths here and only a few that actually will lead us anywhere useful. I don’t think this level is built as much for us to not be able to beat it. In fact, I actually believe that the first two levels are not for us to beat. The first level was just their way of separating us and the second level has been forcing us to waste our time.”
“Then what do we do Silyn? I can’t stand being stuck in these tunnels, not knowing which way to go. I want to see my daughter and know that she’s okay. We need to find a way out of here. Isn’t there any kind of power you have that can help us out here? I’ve tried my powers, but they don’t seem to be able to do anything about this.”
Silyn didn’t answer right away. Instead, he looked at the caves and tried to find something that would make one of them stand out more than the others. Maybe one of them was so short that they’d be able to see a dead end or something. He hoped it was that simple, but it wasn’t even close. In the ground, he found words carved into the floor of the third tunnel which said ‘Don’t Come Silyn!’.
Patrick noticed that Silyn’s demeanor changed even though he didn’t know what Silyn had seen. He looked over at Silyn and asked him, “What is it? Did you find something?”
“Yes, I found a message telling me not to go down this tunnel,” he looked at the other tunnels, “In fact, now that I look closer, I see more carvings. Aside from this one, all the other ones tell me to go this way. Then there’s another carving by the fifth tunnel which says, ‘To Stay On Level Two’.”
“What does this mean? It tells you to go four different ways, but how can you travel all four routes at the same time?”
As Patrick said those words, the realization of what these words meant hit him. As he thought about it, his blood began to boil. He knew what he had to do. There was only one person who could have set it up and he knew who it was. Silyn turned around and looked to Patrick, “I know what I’m supposed to do. It all makes sense. Patrick, this is a battle that I have to fight myself. You take the fifth tunnel, it’s the way out. I’m going to go down the third tunnel.”
“Wait, you’re doing exactly the opposite of what the carvings say to do. Are you really sure about this.”
“Positive, you can trust me on this one. Patrick, if you run into anyone, tell them I said hello and that I was happy to have them as my friends.”
“What do you mean ‘was’? Silyn, I don’t understand what’s going on here.”
“You don’t need to understand Patrick. Just trust me. When I am finished up here, I will probably be dead, but I won’t die alone. I’m going to finish this off once and for all. Now, just take the fifth tunnel.”
“But we’re still doing the exact opposite of what the carvings say to do.”
Silyn smiled. “Exactly!”
It was then that Patrick finally understood. The carvings weren’t there to be a riddle; they were there to tell them who was nearby. They were there to test Silyn, not Patrick. Silyn turned away from Patrick and walked into the third tunnel. Patrick wanted to follow Silyn, but the path closed up behind him as a large rock emerged from beneath the ground. Patrick worried about Silyn, but he had no choice but to move on. He turned to look at the tunnel that Silyn went through and spoke, “Good Luck!”
Patrick walked through the fifth tunnel and followed it as it spiraled its way down to the bottom of the deep chasm. As he walked out, he saw stone walls in front of him and dead goblins on the ground. He walked toward them and found himself in a stone hallway shrouded with plants. He walked down the hallway and the stairs, just as Morpheous had done. He then continued on to go through the maze of stone hallways until he found the entrance to a black stone tower.
He went through the black copper-alloy doors and turned right to go down the stairs. When he reached the bottom, he found double plastic doors with a rectangular window around his head. Patrick walked through the doors and found himself a greenhouse. Plants were running up the walls of the greenhouse and growing all over the place. He saw many different flowers and even some smaller trees.
He walked along a cement path that was only big enough for one person to walk through. Patrick continued to look at the plants around. He just about every plant to have ever existed and it fascinated him greatly. He took a minute or two to observe a few of the plants, but walked through fairly quickly for the most part. After about a half hour, he walked through a hole in a stone wall which appeared to separate two halves of the greenhouse. As soon as he entered, he noticed lights to the right.
The whole greenhouse was lit up pretty, well, but the lights he noticed to his right were different. The greenhouse had a green lighting, while the lights he was seeing were white. He followed the lights through an area of tall grass until he found an ornate door in the wall of the greenhouse covered in plants. He opened the door and walked in as he closed the doors quietly behind himself.
He walked through a small hallway to another pair of ornate doors and opened them. Again, he closed the doors quietly behind himself. He looked around to see that he was in a large chapel with pews lined up in six columns. The chapel would have been able to hold thousands of people. On the walls he could see stained glass windows with depictions of demons on them.
Patrick walked into the chapel and turned right to walk between two columns of pews toward the front of the chapel. As he looked around, he admired the lighting and continued to be uncomfortable with the demonic depictions on the wall. As he got closer to the front, he noticed a pentagram symbol on the wall at the front. Beneath it they had a depiction of Satan with his arms spread out as if asking for someone to come forward.
At first, Patrick thought the chapel was beautiful. The more he saw the demon stuff though, the more unnerved he got. He was about to turn around when he noticed a masked woman standing at the front of the chapel looking up at the symbols. Patrick turned back around and began to walk toward the woman. The woman heard the Patrick walking up behind her and briefly looked over her shoulder. Patrick looked forward and asked, “Who are you?”
“My name is Apophis,” she answered, “May I ask for your name in return?”
“The name’s Patrick, Patrick Ursley.”
“Well Patrick Ursley. It is nice to meet you. It’s been a while since I had any company down here. This chapel is quite lovely. I doubt you can understand its beauty though. You probably see the demonic symbols and want to turn tail and run. We aren’t that bad though.”
“I never said I thought you were. Though, I do admit that the symbols do bother me a bit. Not because you’re demons, but because I prefer Heaven.”
Apophis laughed. “Well, at least you’re not stereotyping us. I can respect that. Unfortunately for you though, now that you’ve seen this chapel, you have to die.”
Four Hours Later [58 Hours Remain]
Bigan rode the mine cart along the track for what seemed to him like hours. When he finally stopped, he found himself in a large circular cave. He looked around to see that there were only two ways to go. One was back the way he came, while the other was right in front of him. Bigan shrugged his arms and stepped out of the mine cart. He walked forward through the tunnel and worked his way through it.
The tunnel he was in had no more forks. It curved around a few times and started going downhill, but there was nothing confusing about it. When he reached the end of the tunnel, he found himself right next to the stone hallway with the dead goblins at the front of it. Bigan had a sigh of relief as he finally found the way to the third level of Hell. He walked through the stone hallway and down the stairs. He made his way through the maze of hallways and walked into the black stone tower.
As he entered the black stone tower, he turned to his left to go around the column where he found the black copper-alloy doors. Bigan opened the doors and walked through them to find himself on top of the greenhouse. He took a few steps and then saw something that he found absolutely crazy. On top of the greenhouse were about two hundred hell hounds. All of them were bloody and beaten, but most of all, all of them were dead. Bigan wondered to himself who could kill that many hell hounds.
The answer to that question came pretty quickly as he saw Morpheous sitting within the semicircle of dead hell hounds staring at a marble. Bigan walked toward Morpheous. As Morpheous heard the sound of Bigan stepping on steel, he turned around. When he saw Bigan, he put his marble back in one of his armor’s compartments and turned to Bigan. Morpheous stood to his feet and smiled at Bigan, “Finally, a friendly face.”
Bigan was happy to see Morpheous, but he couldn’t get his mind past the hell hound graveyard he was walking through. Bigan looked back to Morpheous and replied, “Yeah, it’s nice to see you too Morpheous. What happened here?”
“Well, apparently Abraham has set hell hounds loose on us. All these little bastards showed up about five hours ago. They all surrounded me. They were growling and I think they wanted to bite me. I told them to go away, but they didn’t listen to me. So, since they wouldn’t listen, I killed them.”
“Wait, what, you killed all of these hell hounds?”
“Yeah, are you surprised or something? They’re just hell hounds. They’re nothing to fear when your name is Morpheous Starsley.”
“I guess I shouldn’t be surprised at all. It’s still quite the feat though and you never cease to amaze me. What is this, like 200 hell hounds? That’s pretty insane.”
“Actually, it’s 214 hell hounds. They thought they were big and bad but they were just cocky. They came after me. They tried to trap me in my greatest nightmare. Their little special power backfired though. The hell hounds were more scared of me than I was of them. So, instead of trapping me in my personal Hell, I trapped them in their personal Hell. Pretty crazy I know, but it worked. While the hell hounds were busy playing in Nightmareland, I carved them all up.”
“That is utterly insane Morpheous. Who ever heard of a hell hound being afraid of anything? I didn’t even know they were capable of fear. How did you do it?”
“Do you mean what did I do to make them fear me? I didn’t do anything. I was just sitting up here, minding my own business when they came to play. I was going throw them a fetch toy or something. When I turned my head and looked each of them in the eyes though, they all began to back off. I walked toward them and then they started attacking each other. It was really odd. Before they could do any damage though, they trapped each other in nightmares. As I said, that’s when I killed them all.”
“Well then, that’s a job well done. There are 214 less hell hounds to deal with now.”
“Yep, and we definitely don’t mind having less of those bitches. So, have you seen anyone else since we got separated?”
“At first, I was placed with Darla. We stuck together for a short while, but she was sucked into battle. I believe it was Delilah who got to her. I was sent away from the battle and now I’m here.”
“Well, it’s just nice to know that I’m not the only who’s okay.”
“How about you, am I the first person you’ve seen or has someone else came by here yet?”
“Well, nobody else has come by here,” Morpheous answered, “But, Patrick walked through the greenhouse earlier. I paid close attention in case anything happened, but he seemed fine to me.”
“Well, there’s someone else I can worry a little less about. Mind if I sit down next to you? I need a little rest.”
“Nah, go ahead man.”
Bigan walked up to Morpheous and sat down beside him. Morpheous followed by sitting down as well. The two of them sat there in silence for a few minutes. After those few minutes were up though, the black copper-alloy door shut itself as Bigan and Morpheous turned to check it out.
Bigan spoke. “That’s odd. Has that happened since you came up here?”
“Nope, that would definitely be a first.”
Bigan walked up to the door and tried to open it as Morpheous stood to his feet. The door wouldn’t budge though. He tried slam through the door, but he wasn’t strong enough to do that either. The door had just itself and locked them atop the greenhouse for no reason. Bigan turned to Morpheous and sighed, “I can’t get through the door.”
Morpheous walked forward toward Bigan as he looked at Bigan and then the door. When he came to a point around ten feet from Bigan, he responded, “That’s because you can’t. The door is locked.”
Back in the Treasury Mines, Phillip, Yulena, Kevin and Vazor all walked through more tunnels. Kevin led the way as he followed the paths he decided were the correct paths on his Etch-A-Sketch. After a few more minutes, the four of them had finally reached the end. They found themselves at the bottom of the chasm with the stone hallway in front of them. Like the others before them, they also followed the stone hallway, went down the stone stairs and through the maze to the black stone tower.
Kevin put his Etch-A-Sketch away as they opened the doors and walked down the stairs to their right. Phillip, Yulena and Vazor all followed closely behind. They walked through the double doors at the bottom and entered the greenhouse. As they did, Yulena looked at the plants and gasped in awe, “Oh my, this place is absolutely lovely. How in the world can something so beautiful be in a place like Hell?”
“I don’t know,” Kevin answered, “But, as beautiful as it is, I’m not sure taking the time to admire it is the best idea. We are in the middle of a battle with Sinister Ambition after all and don’t forget what Abraham said at the beginning of the game. The third level is called the Seductive Greenhouse. This is the level of lust. I have a feeling that if we take too much time to admire the sights that bad things will happen.”
Phillip nodded. “I agree. I know you love plants and nature in general Yulena, but Kevin is right. We’re in Hell. We have no idea what we’re going to deal with on this level. None of us were really tested too much on the first couple levels, but that could change any minutes. It’s best for us to just keep going forward. Maybe we can come visit this place again one day after the bad guys stop trying to kill us.”
Yulena sighed. “When you’re right, you’re right. There’s no way that this place is called the level of lust with such a beautiful greenhouse for no reason. They said they were going to test us and temptation is probably the greatest test anyone can face.”
All in agreement, Phillip, Kevin, Vazor and Yulena walked one after another as Kevin lead the way and Yulena took the rear. As much as Yulena admired the plant life in the area, she knew it was best to not let herself be overtaken by its beauty. The four of them walked through the greenhouse as they found the opening that led to the second half of the greenhouse. Phillip, Kevin and Vazor walked through the opening but Yulena gave into her love for plants.
She walked over to one of the plants on the left side of the path. When she saw it, she exclaimed ecstatically, “Guys, come look at this plant. It looks magnificent. I’ve never seen or heard of anything like it.”
“Yulena, don’t mess with it,” Phillip told her, “It’s dangerous.”
Yulena wanted to listen, but she couldn’t help herself. She touched the plant as she tried to see if she could figure what kind of plant it was or see if it really was a plant she had never heard of. As she observed the plant though, a vine shot down from a nearby tree and grabbed her around her chest. It pulled her into the air as she screamed and yelled for help. Phillip and Kevin ran back toward the greenhouse, but they were closed off as a black gate closed off the opening.
“Damn,” Phillip shouted, “Yulena’s in trouble. We need to break this gate down.”
Kevin gave Phillip a nod and Phillip backed away from the gate. Kevin and Phillip gathered their energies and shot them forward at the gate. Kevin shot a giant boulder at the gate while Phillip sped the boulder up further with fast stream of water. The boulder was about to hit to the gate when it completely deteriorated. Not a single piece of the boulder remained nor did a single drop of water. Kevin went to harness more of his energy, but he was tapped on the shoulder.
He turned around to see Alatar and Eric standing behind them. Alatar nodded his head, “You won’t be able to break that gate down. The gate is magic proof. Yulena will have to fight this battle on her own.”
"The closer you get to the light, the darker your shadow becomes."
|06-27-2013, 04:55 PM||#14|
Super High School Level Narcissist
Re: Fiery Divergence (32.5% Complete) [Book 5]
11 Hours Earlier [69 Hours Remain]
Cornelius made his way across the Pollutant Plains as he got closer and closer to the pillar of fire that kept shooting out of the ground. The closer he got, the more polluted the area got. There was smoke all around him, which made it difficult for him to see. He didn’t need to see too well though as the pillar of fire was still easy to see in through the fog. Cornelius began to cough and so he held his robe over his mouth to keep the smoke away.
After about another half hour of walking, he ran into a group of creatures in the smoke. They appeared as upright standing humanoid vultures smoking cigars. They stood in a circle smoking as they rambled on to each other about random topics. Cornelius tilted his head in confusion as they spoke. He wasn’t expecting mutant cockroaches to be able to speak. He gave it a shrug though and continued to walk toward them. When he got fairly close to them he spoke, “Hey, what’s up you ugly bastards?”
The vultures has talons to walk on which extended from their bony legs; their bony arms, which outstretched in front of their wings, were about the length of a humans and had claws on the end. One of the humanoid vultures looked back and Cornelius and angrily, “What did you call us?”
“I called you all ugly bastards, because you are. Now, take me to Beelzebub and I’ll be on my way.”
“Well, this guy is pretty demanding, don’t you guys think?”
Another of the humanoid vultures agreed. “Yeah yeah, he’s very demanding.”
“And he appears to lack patience too. He must be a bit of a glutton for time.”
“We’re sort of gluttons for time to Ralph. That doesn’t matter. The point is, he can’t ask for something nicely. Instead he has to look at us and insult us when we’ve never done a damn thing to him.”
Cornelius lifted up his sleeve and looked at a watch as he sighed. “Look, would you guys mind speeding this along? I’m getting really bored listening to you talk and quite frankly and tired of looking at you.”
“That’s enough out of you,” the humanoid vulture who seemed to be the leader exclaimed, “We’re not going to give anything to you if you talk to us like that. Committee, it’s time for an all-out attack!”
Two of the vulture men attacked Cornelius, one from either side. Cornelius made his eyes glow blue and pulled a key out of his pocket and held it out. The key turned into a large sword as Cornelius swung it around his body. The key cut through their bodies, chopping them in half. Cornelius then jumped at the group of vultures. He cut through two of them and then swung it at another one of them. That one blocked the attack by catching it in his hands.
The vulture man tried to push him away with his arms, but Cornelius was strong enough to push back on him. Neither one of them was gaining the edge as they pushed back and forth. After a few moments, instead of fighting back, he pulled his key back as he ducked down and cut through the vulture man’s body. He stood back up to his feet as the remaining ten vulture men flew into the air and looked down on him. The vulture wings flapped their wings downward as feathers flew down from them toward Cornelius.
Cornelius stared up at the feathers knowing their powers of decay. With that in mind, he spread his angel wings and jumped backwards, flying back until he was away from the feathers. He then flapped his wings forward, blowing the feathers back through the smoke. He then flew quickly back up toward the vulture men. He swung his key sword through three of the vultures in a split second and then swung it at another one.
That one ducked under his attack as quickly as he could and then kicked one of his talons backwards at Cornelius. Cornelius flew to the side, away from the attack and then disappeared. He reappeared on the other side of the vulture man and cut through the vulture man’s body. Afterwards, he continued teleporting either beside or behind each vulture man, cutting through them one by one. When there was finally one left, he teleported behind him and grabbed him by his neck.
“Now, take me to Beelzebub,” Cornelius demanded, “Or I’ll snap your neck.”
“What does it matter to you? You’ve already answered the ‘invitation’ we sent you. Just walk up to him like you guys are doing to everyone else.”
“Fair enough, then I have one more request. Tell me who Beelzebub is.”
The vulture man grinned. “So, you haven’t figured it out yet? Well, don’t let me spoil the surprise. It’s a doozy of a surprise.”
Cornelius was done. He had heard all he wanted to hear. He snapped the last vulture man’s neck and continued walking forward until he reached a distance about one hundred feet from the pillar of fire. Cornelius looked forward to see a man sitting beside the pillar of fire in a black coat with a hood. He walked forward and looked at the man as he shouted, “Show your face Beelzebub.”
The man in black began to laugh. “So, you already figured out who I am. You’ve always been bright haven’t you? Have you figured out who I am yet?”
Cornelius didn’t speak for a few seconds. Instead he sighed, “No, I don’t.”
“That is very disappointing Brother Love. In that case, I can’t show you my face just yet. Instead, I have a task for you. If you can defeat my chief guardian, then I’ll let you fight against me.”
“What chief guardian?”
“A chief guardian is an ultimate guardian. Each of the seven princes has one, and she is mine.”
Beelzebub pointed to Cornelius’ left as a woman started to walk toward him. She wore a long strapless black dress with a pair of black dress shoes. Her hair was long and brown with a headband of decayed flowers in it. The woman walked forward slowly toward Cornelius and grinned. When she came to about ten feet from him, she stopped and spoke, “Hello Cornelius, nice to meet you. My name is Demeter.”
The battle was reaching its climax. Sora had made it through the game and was ready to fight against Roman himself. Before he could battle him though, he would have to fight off the guards; four knights who stood around the throne. They rushed at him, the first swinging his sword down. Spinning to the side, he slashed his sword through the chest of the knight and jabbed at the second.
The guard swung his sword around, knocking away the sword. Pulling his back like a javelin, he then thrust it forward. Sora leapt forward beneath the attack and sliced through him. Hopping to his feet, the other two knights swung their blades from either side. Pulling out a second blade, Sora blocked both of the attacks. He pushed the blades away with his own and stabbed them both in the face.
Both knights fell into the crowd as he rushed toward Roman. About half way up the stairs, an unseen force pushed him back and onto the mats that now covered the floor of the arena. The fans cheered and their champion rose to his feet. Lifting his hands in the air, the stadium went silent, “Let’s give a big round of applause for our challenger.”
On cue, the crowd erupted. Some simply clapped while others shouted out things such as, ‘Sora! Sora!’ or ‘You’re the man Sora’. Roman slowly lowered his hands, signaling for them to stop, “You have done well Sora. The fans are pleased, and so am I!”
“Enough playing around Roman,” Sora shouted, “I didn’t come here to be your entertainment. I didn’t even want to see you.”
“Calm down friend. We’re merely playing a game.”
“Yes, because this is really all about a game to you isn’t it?”
“What do you mean by that?”
“I know what this is about with you Roman. You can’t do things simple. There’s no such thing as just a one-on-one fight with you, is there? No, there has to be some kind of theatrics involved. You need fans. Cheers make you feel better about yourself. So much in fact, that you’ll take any kind, even ones from fans that you created yourself.”
Roman didn’t respond.
“Nothing to say I see. I’ll take that as admission that I am right. Phillip told me all about you when I used to think he was a good friend too. You weren’t just wanting to win that spelling be for your father were you? No, you wanted the recognition. Even now, you still envy Phillip, don’t you?”
“Shut up! Just be quiet!”
Sora smirked. “You do envy him. But envy isn’t your true sin is it? You’re here because you are a glutton. You feed off of being admired. Tell me I’m wrong!”
“You’re not,” Roman sighed. “I am still jealous of him. Whenever something happens, everyone always looks to Phillip. If there’s credit to give, it belongs to Phillip. I’m tired of hearing his name! I want someone to talk about me for once.”
“If you want someone to talk about you, perhaps you should try doing something worth talking about. What have you ever done? You lost in that spelling bee. Someone else had to beat your father for you. Even though you escaped on Sinister Isle, you lost to Connelly. Face it, you’re a failure.”
“It doesn’t matter if I am or not. I came here to change that. I don’t want to hold anyone back anymore. I’m tired of being a disappointment.”
“So I guess you feel the last five years have changed you then.”
“They have. I’m not weak anymore. I can defend myself. I’ll defeat Abraham with my own hands.”
Sora laughed. “Good luck with that. I think you have different reasons for being here though. It’s not about beating Abraham or anything like that. You want to show that you’re better than Phil.”
The fans cheered. “I think the crowd is tired of the chit-chat.”
“I believe you’re right. So, why don’t you come on down and let us finish this.”
“Not just yet. We have to put on a proper show don’t we? The crowd deserves that much.”
From the top of the arena, a nicely dressed man descended. On a platform attached to the roof with ropes, he held a microphone in his hands. The platform stopped above the ground, looking out to the fans. “Ladies and gentlemen, children of all ages. Welcome to the main event of the evening.”
The crowd cheered, some shouting others rooting for their favorite competitor. “We have an exciting contest for you today as our champion will defend his title. Now, without further ado, let us introduce our competitors.”
Throughout the stadium, a song played, its sounds giving off the feel of being in an old western movie. “First, our challenger; Standing in at six-foot-four inches and weighing in at two hundred and fifty-five pounds. From Reno, Nevada. He used to go by the name Sora Whitmayer, but now we all know him as Strangel!”
The announcer drew out the pronunciation of his name, sounding very much like an announcer for a professional sporting event. Sora rolled his eyes, not giving a crap about the game. The fans mostly booed, but a few cheers could be heard.
His song ended and another began. The stadium went dark, with various colored lights moving along the inside. Disco music began to play. Walking down the stairs, Roman ripped off his clothes, revealing a silver sparkling jacket and pants as he danced his way to the arena. “And now introducing our champion. Standing in at six-foot tall and weighing in at two hundred pounds. He is the boss of this arena, hailing from Hel, California. Please welcome, Roman Lightley!”
Roman played to the fans, taking in all of their cheers as he made his way down. Upon reaching the center of the stage, the music stopped. “This is a championship battle with no rules. Win by any means necessary. Shake hands.”
He extended his hand, but Sora knocked it away. The crowd booed. “Or don’t shake hands. Good luck to the both you. And now, let’s begin!”
The announcer ascended back to the top of the arena as the two began to transform. From his normal form, Roman turned into something much fiercer. He grew four times taller and wider. His body was half-man, half-machine. His left eye shined red, surrounded by a camera scope. The center of his body clad with various buttons of different colors and shapes. He had become a huge cyborg, holding a gun which appeared as a giant golf club.
Sora didn’t grow, instead body parts extended from his body. He had three heads, six arms and six legs. His clothes ripped and he stood with bulging muscles, wearing only blue shorts around his body. In each hand, he held a sword while his six guns were held down to his sides by a belt. He had become Asura, a Hindu deity.
Running forward he swung his blades. They clashed with the metallic arms of his foe, but could not cut them. His swords knocked away, the hulking figure slammed his fist down. Moving at high speeds, he avoided the attack, jumped and cut at the human side with all his blades. In mid-air, a metallic leg slammed into him, knocking him into the wall of the bleachers, the crowd loving every second.
Back on his feet, he jumped in mid-air. Spinning while parallel with the ground, he shot forth like a torpedo. He attempted to cut through Roman, who instead slapped him away with his arm, slamming Sora into the mat. Pointing the golf club forward, he shot at his fallen opponent an array of what appeared to be golf balls. The balls exploded as they hit the ground, but did not harm their target.
Swinging his golf club forward, the cyborg was blocked by all six swords. Their holder then pushing the club away ran forward, slashing into a human portion of the right leg. The intimidating champion fell to one knee, blood shooting of his leg. He breathed heavily as Sora pointed his swords up at him, “Are you ready to give up yet?”
Roman gave him a physical response, shooting a red laser out his eye. He missed however, as the challenger rolled beneath his legs, jabbing his blades into the mechanical leg. The laser mechanism was shut down as the blades cut through the front half of his leg. Sora jumped away, as the giant fell to his knees. Jumping onto the figure’s back, he lifted up his blades.
Before he could attack, a boxing glove shot out, smacking him hard and back into the mat. Roman stood to his feet and began to press the buttons on his chest plate. His knee stitched up and the cuts in his other leg, disappeared. His body was made anew. Looking toward the top of the arena, he shot his eye laser at the ceiling. Metallic rafters broke off and fell downward.
Quickly, Sora rose to his feet and jumped toward the beams, slashing through them. The last one, he caught between his blades. Holding on tightly, he launched it downward toward the cyborg who punched his first upward. Connecting with his fist, the beam crumpled up and fell through the mat. The giant hole created an entrance to the shark-infested waters.
With a snap of Roman’s fingers, the beasts jumped out of the water one by one. Their bodies revealed to also be half-machine, they shot upward. The first attempted to snap the airborne body in half between its jaws, but was met with a blade through his throat. Sora spiraled downward toward the others. They would attempt to crush him, a few of them even trying to surprise him by swinging to his side or shooting metallic teeth at him.
He was quick at maneuvering however, dodging away from any attacks, and quickly countering with his own at each shark robot. As the last two approached, he pulled his swords upward and slammed them down into their bodies. Falling downward, he pinned them into the mat where their bodies short circuited and exploded. Using the explosion as a smoke bomb, he spun around inside, fog encompassing the arena.
The precipitation messed with Roman’s body, making him unable to control it. The laser from his eye shot off randomly into the stands. A good number of the virtual fans were disintegrated instantly. The others screamed running out of the stadium as the giant cyborg swung around wildly flailing its limbs. When the fog cleared, Sora stabbed into its giant body. Sparks flying, Roman turned back into his human form, blades all piercing his bloody chest.
“No matter what you do the result will always be the same,” Sora said to him. “You were a failure five years ago. You’re a failure now. Just give up already. Surrender now and I’ll let you go on with your miserable life.”
Roman began to question himself. Am I really still this weak? After all the training I went through and all the trials I faced, is there nothing more I can do? Maybe I should give up. I can join Abraham again. Perhaps he has been right all along.
In an unknown location, he saw two figures standing to either side. In the white half, he saw a younger version of himself, smiling. In the black half, he saw his father, staring him down maliciously. Roman fell in fear. “You can’t be here. You’re already dead.”
“You didn’t really think things would end that easily now did you? You’re in Hell boy. I had to be around here somewhere.”
“Point made. You would be down here. What do you want?”
“It’s not about what I want. This is about you. You realize now that I always right, don’t you? All those times I slapped you around. All those times I called you weak. It’s because it was the truth. You deserved every bit of it.”
“Don’t listen to him,” the younger Roman yelled out, “You always hated your father. I know that more than anyone. You couldn’t stand him. He abused you.”
“But he was right,” Roman replied, “I was worthless. I still am. I’ve never been able to do anything right. No matter how hard I try, I’m always just one step behind whoever I’m up against; Phillip, Connelly, Sora, everyone.”
“You’re wrong. You only feel weak because you lack confidence. You’re stronger than you think.”
“Do you have any proof of that? I’ve been trying to tell myself that all along, but our father was always right. I can’t do it. I can’t do anything. I want people to cheer for me, but what I have I done that’s worth cheering for?”
“Quiet boy,” Steven shouted as the child began to puke blood. “Don’t listen to your bratty self son. You’re smarter than that. I wouldn’t be here if you weren’t.”
“You’ve beaten him before,” the child pointed out.
“Beaten me? Ha! He didn’t really beat me. I was handicapped the entire time and he still struggled.”
“He’s right,” Roman nodded. “Just another example of how I’ve always been useless. That’s the reality of everything. No one will ever cheer for me because I’ll never be worth it.”
“Don’t you get it? You already have a fan,” younger Roman said to him.
“Oh yeah, and who is that?”
Like a blade piercing his skin, that hit Roman hard. Though it was difficult for him to find anything good he had ever done, there was still one person who appreciated him. How could I forget? Shannon’s always been there for me. She’s always respected and appreciated me, even though we are worlds apart. “Thank you, umm … me,” Roman turned to his father, “Perhaps I have always been weak, but Shannon has always believed in me. As long as I have her, I can be strong. Father, I’m not the child I used to be.”
“Is that what you’ve decided?” Steven asked.
“Yes. Just leave me alone and never come back.”
Roman began to walk away, but was smacked in the back with his father’s giant golden hammer. Flying across the vast space, he slammed into the white ground of the area. As he stumbled to his feet, he spat out blood. Steven pointed the giant hammer at him. “This isn’t just some mind trick where you can get rid of me by coming to a sudden realization of who you are. I am a demon, a physical being that has created its existence in your mind. This time, your girlfriend isn’t here to give me stipulations.”
“That’s fine. I don’t need stipulations anymore. I’ll definitely survive.”
Roman knocked the hammer away with his arm and tackled his father, punching him in the face repeatedly on the ground. After a dozen or so punches, he was knocked off by the giant weapon. Rolling across the ground, he hopped to his feet quickly. Steven rushed him, swinging the hammer. His attack missed as his son ducked and punched him hard in the chest.
Pulling a golf club off his back, he smashed it into his father’s skull, knocking him to the ground and pointed the five iron downward. Golf balls shot out of the end, exploding around his fallen enemy. Roman dropped his club, lifting his battered father into the air. “It’s like I told you father. I’m not weak like I used to be.”
“You’re not. I’ll give you props for that. You’re still mouthy though, and that’s all I need.”
Steven grabbed his wrist, his body turning to gold. His father laughed maniacally, as he became a full scale golden sculpture. He thought he had beaten his son as he walked away, but that wasn’t the case. The gold ripped off of his body like shards, stabbing into the body of his father, who fell to his knees. Roman walked toward him and placed his hand on his head. “Your powers won’t work on me anymore.”
Turning his head to gold, Steven tried to protect himself. His son had gotten too powerful. Lightning rushed through his head, which exploded within seconds. Grinning, Roman walked away victorious as his younger self walked toward him. “You did it. You killed daddy. He will never be able to bother us again will he?”
“No, he is just a bad memory now.”
“Right, and now you can get past his abusive habits. You can become what we always wanted to be.”
“Sorry kid,” Roman placed his hand on his younger self’s head. “I am glad to be rid of that man forever, don’t get me wrong. We’re just not the same person anymore. What I want now is something else.”
“But Roman, don’t you want to have friends now? Don’t you want people to cheer for you?”
“No. That’s not what I want anymore.”
The scene changed back to Sora holding tightly onto his blades. Roman’s wrist showed he had only one second to regain consciousness. He grabbed the swords and crushed them in his hands, proceeding to punch his challenger in the chest. Despite his opponent being in his human form, the six-armed deity fell to his knees. “How the hell can you hurt me?”
“The gap of power between human and spirit can be overcome, if you have the right materials. For instance, a hand covered in salt.”
“Dammit, I didn’t expect that.”
“Of course you didn’t. I doubt you even knew about it. Salt purifies the body of a spirit, weakening its reason for living. I’ve covered both my body and my weapons with it.”
Turning back to his human form, Sora stood back up to his feet, pulling out a pair of guns. “In that case, we’ll just have to settle things this way.”
A pair of rubber bullets shot toward him, Roman ducked to avoid them. His opponent continued to shoot a flurry of the bullets at him. He was able to dodge each one of them effortlessly. He would tilt his head to the side, or move his limbs ever so slightly to avoid them. With the final two bullets, Sora shot at his chest. They hit, but strangely, didn’t penetrate his body.
“Are you done yet?” Roman asked. “It’s pitiful to see you struggle so badly.”
Sora dropped his guns and tears fell from his eyes. “How could I lose to a shithead like you?”
The grip of the golf club pointed at his head, Roman squeezed the head, shooting a red laser into his body. Sora’s body fell lifelessly to the mat. “You’re the shithead.”
Having been victorious, the scene turned back to what it was before. Standing on the wasteland, he looked to his side at Johnny, who walked toward him. “So, you managed to beat Sora. Well done.”
Johnny lifted the head of the lifeless corpse and spat in its face. Confused, Roman scratched his head. “Yeah, I beat him. Why are you alone and how did you find me?”
“I had my own battle here. Of course, it wasn’t just some battle like the rest of you are fighting though. I battled the boss himself, and I survived.”
“Well, nicely done then. So, did you kill him?”
“Hell no. I died.”
“But, you just said you survived, and you’re living right now. I can see you. You’re standing right in front of me.”
“Well, walking away from the group wouldn’t work so well if everyone thought that I was alive, now would it?”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
Johnny sighed. “You really don’t understand do you? Don’t you find it odd that I have never been around to help in the past? I’ve always conveniently disappeared right before the big battle. Surely, someone must have grown suspicious of my actions.”
“You have a child. That’s important. I don’t see why anyone would question you seeing your wife and son.”
“Yes, it was the perfect alibi wasn’t it? People will believe anything when you have a kid. It’s almost too simple.”
“Alright, well, if you aren’t on our side, why are you here?”
“It should be obvious to you by now, but let me elaborate. Since the beginning, I have been working against you guys. That’s right. I am a member of Sinister Ambition. I’ve been feeding them information about you for quite some time. We know all about your powers, what you’ve been up the past five years. We know your weaknesses. Don’t you find it odd that we just happen to know how to get inside your heads?”
“I figured it was because we had just told you guys so much that you already knew what our issues were.”
Johnny laughed. “Yeah right, you guys lie just as much as anyone. You keep secrets from each other. For instance, Phillip has no idea that you’re still jealous of him, does he?”
Roman didn’t respond.
“No, he doesn’t. Now that you’re in Hell, my plans have come to fruition. I’ve led you along, making you trust me. I appeared to have died in front of everyone. My own wife won’t know who I am anymore. And what she comes to find, will change everything.”
“Why are you telling me this?”
“Because you aren’t a threat to me. It doesn’t matter what you know. I could kill you right now if you stepped out of line. Yet you’re fine with just having a civilized conversation. I applaud you for that.”
“What makes you think you can kill me?”
“Oh, let’s just say I know something that you don’t know. And let’s not forget that you just suffered heavy damage from Sora. You’re in no mood to beat me.”
“Then I don’t understand. What’s the point in this conversation?”
“I want you to cooperate with me. Join me Roman. Sinister Ambition could use your powers. What do you say?”
“Sorry, I’m not interested.”
“You’re a very brave boy to deny me like that. Do you plan to rat me out now?”
“No. I honestly could care less about your plans. There’s only one thing I’m here for, and this little feud between good guys and bad guys is not it.”
“Ah, I get it now. I know why you’re here now. You just want to see Shannon again, don’t you?”
“That’s exactly right. Now, if you don’t mind I’ll be going now. I won’t bother you and you won’t bother me.”
“I have another idea actually. All you want is to see Shannon. All I want is, well, you’ll find out later. I can get you to her. We’re on the same side after all. She’s looking for you. I’ll heal you and give you exactly what you need to find her. I can’t go with you. They can still track you.”
“What’s in it for you?”
“I just want you to do what I ask you to do for me. You know, help me accomplish my goals.”
“If it’ll help me find Shannon, I’ll do anything.”
“Excellent,” Johnny grinned. He walked up to Roman and placed his hand on his shoulder, instantly healing him. He then gave him a small marble with a red dot on it. “That will lead you straight to her. Good luck Roman.”
"The closer you get to the light, the darker your shadow becomes."
|06-29-2013, 04:24 PM||#15|
Super High School Level Narcissist
Re: Brimstone: The Infernal Princes (37.5% Complete) [Book 5]
Roman agreed to Johnny’s terms and continued on his way across the Pollutant Plains. After Johnny disappeared, the announcement was finally made, “Sora Whitmayer has been eliminated from the game.”
1 Hour Later [67 Hours Remain]
Jarvis was carried through the tunnels of the treasury mines by a pair of humanoid salamanders. He remained conscious, but his body remained numb. The salamanders turned through a various number of tunnels, which Jarvis could no longer follow after the first dozen so. When they reached the end, Jarvis found himself in a large circular area, a rocky walkway leading to a large central platform.
Aside from the walkway that they had gone across, there was nothing else stopping the platform –which was covered by golden coins- from being an island. Looking down to any side of the platform, he could see nothing only holes in the walls and darkness. Through the holes, he could see more salamander men standing. In fact, looking all around and upward, he could see that the entire area was surrounded by salamanders looking through these rectangular holes which were so perfectly placed that the area looked like a stadium.
The salamanders threw Jarvis on the ground and walked back across the walkway, which collapsed and fell down immediately after they crossed, a rock door closing off the opening at the end. A scaled green woman wearing a red dress approached him, her face covered by something similar to what a bride would wear at a wedding, only unable to be seen through at all. The headdress moved wildly on the sides with what sounded like hissing.
Jarvis’ brow began to sweat as she moved closer. Two salamanders arrived in the bleachers to the immediate left of the rock door. The lady in red questioned them. “Who is this?”
A man with spiked armor who sat on his throne on the other side of the platform leaned his head on his fist. “He must be with our enemies, but I don’t remember having heard about him until the game began.”
One of the salamanders gave them their answer. “He’s new to their group. After healing Troy Underwood five years ago, the two became friends. His name is Jarvis Dickery. In Licharius, he is known as the ‘Costless Healer’.”
“Why is that?”
“He doesn’t charge his patients a fee.”
“What? That’s preposterous! What kind of fool wouldn’t take the compensation for his deeds?”
“Well, this guy wouldn’t sir.”
The man on the throne lifted his other arm and snapped his fingers. The salamander turned into a plethora of golden coins. They file into a pile on the floor. “Anyone else feel like getting smart with me?”
“No Mammon sir,” the crowd spoke in unison.
“Please, call me Hades. Mammon is such an outdated name.”
“Yes Hades sir,” they replied.
Hades arose from his thrown and walked up to Jarvis. Placing his hand on his chin, voiced his thoughts. “So, assuming this man really is the ‘Costless Healer’ that you are saying he is, he won’t agree to a simple prize of gold. Medusa; return sensitivity to his body. I want to see how good this guy really is.”
The lady in red removed her headdress revealing her snake hair and scaled but quite lovely face, for a snake women at least. As the snakes hissed, she kneeled down in front of Jarvis. Still having control of his pupils, he looked away from her. “No worries Jarvis. I know the legends told say that my eyes can turn people to stone. That’s only part of what I can do though. I control bodies with my eyes, so I can turn you back to normal too.”
Jarvis wasn’t sure he could believe her. As far as he was concerned though, it was the only choice he had. If he didn’t, he would probably stay frozen indefinitely or even be killed. So he did as Medusa asked him to do and looked into her snake-like eyes. Instantly, his body regained its sensitivity and he rose to his feet. Medusa smiled. “There, that wasn’t so bad, was it?”
Hades intervened. “Medusa used to be a doctor herself before she was cursed by Athena. Back then, it was a sin for an angel to lose her virginity.”
“So, Medusa used to be an angel?” Jarvis asked.
“Of course, all gods and goddesses that ever existed used to be either angels or demons. I am the legendary Greed Prince Mammon and Medusa here was known as Allocen, which would be pronounced ‘Allison’ on Earth.”
“I see,” Jarvis didn’t really care to talk, but he couldn’t help but be interested in the truth of the mythology he had heard about growing up as a boy. “So, who is Athena?”
“Athena’s angel name is Cahethal. Her Earth equivalent would be Catherine, though the two names sound very different. After that, Cahethal was promoted from the Ophanim to the Seraphim, completely jumped past the Cherubim ranks. She became one level below the Seven Saints of Heaven for turning in Medusa. That was even higher than my brothers.”
“Zeus and Poseidon?”
“Yes, though back then they would have been known as Metatron and Barachiel, the leaders of the Cherubim and the Ophanim.”
“So, does that mean that Heaven and Mount Olympus are on in the same then?”
“Sort of. Mount Olympus was a piece of land that God removed from Heaven and placed on Earth. He intended to keep it on Earth to keep the demons from infiltrating Eden and corrupting humanity. You see, the brimstone that surrounded the garden is like a force field to demons. We can’t pass. Lucifer was too mighty to keep back though.”
“So, there was brimstone in Heaven?”
“Brimstone was made in Heaven. It was basically our currency for a long time.”
“What use do the warriors of God get from having currency? Wasn’t it the angels who said money is the root of all evil?”
Hades sighed. “It was. We learned that by experience. Even after Lucifer fell from Heaven, things weren’t just suddenly happy up there.”
“Why didn’t God do something about that?”
“God isn’t a physical being. He’s the reflection of everything. He is represented by a golden light. When you look at the light, you see yourself. Well, we say he’s a golden light at least. To be fair, no one knows what he is made of. The important thing is God isn’t the ruler of Heaven. Heaven is headed by the Seven Saints. Their leader is the archangel Michael.”
“But, Athena was the daughter of Zeus. So, if Allocen is the offspring of Metatron, I don’t get how that works. Shouldn’t Metatron have been kicked out of Heaven too?”
“Reproduction is not what you think it is. In Heaven, to create a new angel, you don’t have sex. The parents grant their children the right to have a child. That’s why you often hear about twisted things in mythology about this person having sex with his daughter and whatnot. Metatron wasn’t a promiscuous whore. He was the only person in Heaven who could override a parent’s decision to not let their child have a child. The Godfather was his moniker.”
“Okay, if that’s the case though, then how do they have children?”
“To have a child, the angel need simply consume brimstone. Metatron was the one who watched over brimstone, which is why he had the right to overturn a parent’s decision.”
“Alright, then how did you become a demon? You know a lot for a demon. How can I be sure this is all true?”
“You can’t. I could be yanking your chain as you young ones say it now,” Hades laughed. “Anyways, I left Heaven because I couldn’t stand the tyrannical rule of Heaven. The only law God gave us was to thank him for letting us be alive. Michael began to put more laws in place though, including the one to not have sex. Most of the angels were fine with it. Hell, even I was fine with it. I didn’t desire to have children. After Cahethal turned in Allocen though, I was tired of being a slave of Heaven.”
“So, did Medu— I mean, Allocen, really get thrown out of Heaven for bedding your brother?”
“No,” Medusa told him. “I got kicked out of Heaven for falling in love with him. None of us really had an issue with Michael’s rule at first. Then he passed the law that the doctors of Heaven were not allowed to have children. I tried to go along with it first, even though it pissed me off. It wasn’t long after that that I met Barachiel, Poseidon if you forgot. We wanted a child. So we called in a favor from Metatron…
“He gave us a warning. He said if we got caught, we didn’t get it from him. We agreed to that. We didn’t want to mess up his lie along with ours after all. After consuming the brimstone it was impossible to hide my children though because I had triplets. There was no way to hide three children right under Michael’s nose.”
“I tried my best to help her,” Hades added on. “Metatron and I both loved Allocen. We wanted her and our brother to be happy. I tried to hide them from Michael’s ever watchful eye. When Allocen told her friend Cahethal that she had children though, Cahethal blabbed. She was greedy.”
“So, do you understand now Jarvis?”
“I do,” Jarvis answered. “I guess in the same situation, I might have done the same. I am a doctor myself. Though I am more like Hades with the mindset that I don’t want children, I couldn’t imagine being told I can’t have them at all.”
“Good good,” Hades applauded. “In that case, will you help us? We are going to take back Heaven and Abraham will take his rightful place on the throne.”
“I’m sorry. But that’s where I have to draw the line?”
“What? You impudent little fool!” Hades shouted.
“I can’t say that I agree with what happened to you in your past. In fact, it bothers me greatly. This entire time though, Abraham and his little cronies have been killing the friends of my friends. They are special to me. If that’s what you want to do to bring Abraham to the heavenly throne, I want no part in your plans. You’re no better than Michael.”
“How dare you compare us to that man? What if I offered you riches? I’ll give you as much as you want.”
“No,” Jarvis stated flatly. “I could care less about money. Don’t even bother offering anything to me.”
“Fine!” Hades returned to his throne and sat down. “Medusa, get rid of this pest for me will please.”
“Yes my brother.”
5 Hours Later [62 Hours Remain]
Silyn walked through a tunnel into the next large area where more tunnels extended, six in total, including the one he had just walked through. As he entered, a rock door closed behind him, trapping him inside. As he stepped into the center, an emotionless voice began to come out of the surrounding speakers. “Welcome Silyn. It’s been a long time.”
“Where are you? Show yourself.”
“I’ll let you see me soon enough. But first, you’ll have to find me. Welcome to my maze of tunnels Silyn Blackrider.”
“Another maze? Can you guys be more original?”
“Certainly, everyone else is going through challenges much different than this one. All you need to do is find me at the end.”
“Alright, so do I get any clues?”
“Of course. Let me explain the way this will work. Right now, as you see, there are five possible tunnels you can go down. These tunnels mostly lead to different areas. Some of them are dead ends; others will lead you to a different opening where you will be faced with more tunnels to choose from. In total there are nearly twenty open areas, including the two that we are in…
“In each area you will receive hints on which ways lead closer to me and which ones lead further away. But trust me; these hints won’t be as easy as you think they will be. The area you are in right now is pretty straightforward. When you get to the later areas though, they will become more and more tricky. Lucky for you though, the closer you get to me, the less dead end tunnels there will be. Do you have any questions?”
“No, just let me get on with the game.”
“Very well then, after this area, I will not be giving you the hints vocally. You will have to find them yourself. Look at the tunnels all around. You’ll see numbers written above each tunnel. These numbers represent the number of pathways there are that will lead you into an opening at the end of that tunnel.”
It was a bit confusing, but Silyn understood what he was saying well enough. He just needed to go down a tunnel with a higher number. That would lead him the furthest into the maze. Looking at the numbers, he read them. From left to right, he saw the numbers 2, 4, 2, 1 and 2 above them. With a nod, he walked through the tunnel next to the leftmost tunnel and wound it in his next opening.
In this area, there were far more tunnels to choose from, 11 in total. He didn’t have to count because they were all numbered 1-11. Based on the clue from the previous opening, he knew that four of them had to lead to another opening. He didn’t like the odds of that, so he searched the area. He lifted up a few rocks, the last one activating something on the wall.
A television screen extended from the wall and gave him hints.
Three squared knows not the way.
Nor the sum of two cubes.
Nor that which is immediate to squares.
But if going to the # required for equations.
Or going to that which lies between.
Thou shall surely find a way within the score of the dead.
From the master.
But if going to the # required for the devil himself.
Thou will return to the end of one.
Only that way at the end leads to another.
No clue ends in repeat.
Silyn knew one thing upon reading that. The Master of the Cave was definitely right about the rest of the puzzles not being simple. He understand the clues for the most part, but he would still have to do some equating and use logical reasoning to find out which tunnel was the best one to follow.
Alright, three squared knows not the way. That’s simple enough. 3 times itself is 9, so the path marked 9 is wrong… Nor the sum of two cubes. That is 1 cubed or 2 cubed. Three squared alone is too high. 1 cubed is 1 and 2 cubed is 8. Those two together are equal to 9, which has already been decided as a wrong path. Since the last line says no clue ends in repeat, I assume that means I can’t cancel out a path more than once…
In that case, only 1+1 works, meaning 2 is also an incorrect path… But if going the # required for equations. Two numbers at least are needed to make an equation. Two times itself is 4… Or going to a way which lies between. 3 is between 2 and 4… Thou shall surely find a way within a score of the dead from the master. Definitely talking about Abraham Lincoln. 3 and 4 are definitely correct paths. With this clue, I can also find out, that the shortest distance to the end of the maze requires going through 3 more tunnels...
But if going the way required for the devil himself thou will return to the end of one. That means six returns back to this opening… Only that way at the end leads to another. By the end, it’s talking about the previous line. Which means that only number one goes to another opening. That’s already been established though since it’s the way I came from. Therefore, 3 and 4 are the only choices. Since I can’t figure out the other possible path from the clues.
Silyn walked to the tunnel marked 3 and into it. Passing through a few turns, he finally reached the end. There he found himself in an opening with six routes, including the one he had come through. Silyn looked around for his clue and upon finding it faced a challenge that was extremely difficult. In the end, he chose to go through the tunnel which was immediately to his northwest when he entered.
That didn’t work out well. Instead of finding himself in an opening closed to the end, he wound out on in another opening which was on the complete opposite side of the master. Choosing between seven tunnels, he went to the one to his immediate east and wound out back in the room with 11 tunnels. Looking above, he found out that the 5 tunnel was also a correct path. Though, because of the one riddle, he just circled around.
Deciding that he didn’t want to deal with that ridiculous riddle again, he took the path marked ‘1’ back opening with the speakers. As he entered, the man who spoke to him before spoke again. “Having some trouble?”
“Shut up. I’m concentrating.”
“Alright. I’ll see you in a bit.”
Silyn was hoping the same thing. He knew who was at the end of maze and it was someone he had wanted to see for a long time. He went through a tunnel marked ‘2’. It was to the immediate right of the tunnel he had first walked through to begin the maze. Silyn walked through many tunnels, some going above or below other tunnels. At the end of each one, he would find himself in another opening. The number of tunnels varied, typically between 5 and 8.
After reaching his seventh opening, he wasn’t given any hints other than the one that said he was within three openings of the end. He was just left to choose which tunnel seemed best. Of course it wouldn’t be easy.
Beside each opening, he found statues of an animal. The tunnel he entered through had a statue of a Kangaroo while the one to its right had a Penguin statue. He knew those two tunnels connected, so her assumed the Kangaroo and Penguin had something in common. By the tunnel to his left, was a Triceratops statue. At the next two tunnels to his left were statues of a Flamingo and a human. The last two both had unicorns.
The site of the unicorns upset him. They reminded him of Arien because she loved unicorns so much. I miss you Arien. Silyn walked to the tunnel with the human, figuring it was different than the others and walked through. He wound out just circling back around next to the flamingo. With that he realized what the animals representing. The human, flamingo, kangaroo and penguin all had two legs. Which mean that he would have to face at least two more puzzles if he went their way.
So, with that in mind, he knew which path to take. Walking down the path of the nearest unicorn, he walked until he reached a fork in the tunnel. To his left was a dead end, so he went to the opposite end and wound out in the final opening before the master.
When he entered, he was greeted by a voice from more speakers. “Well done Silyn. You are so close to being here. In this area, every tunnel leads to a different opening. However, only one of them leads to me. You’ve played well so far though, so it should be no problem. If you want to reach me go to through the north tunnel. You can find which way is north by searching the room.”
“Not necessary,” Silyn told him. “I have special abilities that allow me to know which direction is which. I know the north tunnel is the tunnel immediately to my left. I’ll see you in a minute.”
The man didn’t speak again. The direction was correct and he knew there was nothing he could do to stop him. Silyn walked through the tunnel to his left and followed it straight into the final opening. It happened to be the largest opening he had been in. Leaning against the wall on the opposite side was the master of the cave. A sheathed sword, which he held in his hand, leaned on his shoulder. “Welcome Silyn. It took you longer than I expected. Two hours have nearly passed.”
“Sorry, I would have been here sooner, but some jackass made me go through a bunch of riddles to make it here.”
The man didn’t laugh. “Going through those riddles was necessary if you’re going to be facing me.”
“Is that so?”
“Indeed. After all, you are facing the ‘Parallel Master’. I can confuse you and torture your mind in ways you couldn’t even begin to fathom; if I wanted to.”
It amazed Silyn how emotionally the man spoke. It was as if he didn’t have any feelings at all. For the most part, that guess would have been accurate. “I’ve been looking forward to seeing you for a long time Malakai.”
“As have I. We have a history together now. After all, these hands were the reason your wife died.”
“I will never forgive you for that.”
“As expected, though I want you to understand. I was following my orders. My will is not my own. I follow only the will of Abraham.”
“I could care less. You’ve already sealed your fate, and it lies at the end of my blade. When I’m done bathing in your blood, I’ll hunt down that master of yours too. I’ll rid the world of anyone who had a hand in killing my beloved.”
“I don’t doubt it.”
“What? Aren’t you going to talk back to me?”
Malakai shrugged. “You’re strong, very strong. I figured that out five years ago when you attacked me. I am lucky to be alive.”
“I don’t know if I’d call that luck. If you had died back then, it would have been quick and painless. Now that I’ve calmed down though I’ve decided that I will make you suffer.”
“Yes, you will. I thoroughly expect to lose to you. My powers are stronger than yours, but you are smarter than me. In the end, your brains will certainly find a way to defeat me.”
“So, why don’t you just stand down then? It doesn’t matter if you fight back or not anymore. Either way, you’re going to witness the same punishment.”
“I can’t do that. Abraham has ordered me to kill you.”
Silyn sighed. “But you just said you won’t win.”
“That does stop me from having to follow my orders. Just as Arien died for you, so shall I die for Abraham. Unlike her however, I deserve death.”
“You’re making it really difficult to threaten you when you’re acting so pessimistic.”
“I’m not a pessimist. I’m a realist. I feel nothing. Anything I say to you is just what logic dictates as being fate. My fate is to die here. Your fate is to avenge Arien. It’s that simple.”
“Well can’t you at least threaten me or something? Like, ‘I’m going to kill you’ or something like that?”
“I don’t understand. That’s not what fate has decided.”
“Fate doesn’t decide everything!” Silyn exclaimed. “Not that I won’t kill you. But, you could at least lie to yourself or something and believe you actually stand a chance.”
“You’re an interesting man Silyn. I understand why Arien loved you. Your human emotions confuse me. But I suppose that is why humans can fall in love.”
“I guess I can’t convince you to believe a little more in yourself. You’re just emotionless.”
“And you’re full of emotion. As they say Silyn, opposites attract.”
Silyn was a bit confused by that. He didn’t understand what Malakai meant by ‘attract’. So he asked. “What do you mean by that?”
“While you are curious about me, I am also curious about you. We are both so different that we want to figure out everything about each other. Do you not want to know more about me?”
“I suppose I do. Maybe if I got into your brain, I could understand why you are the way you are.”
“Before we begin though, I have one question. How does logic dictate that you aren’t strong enough to beat me?”
Malakai tilted his head as if he was surprised Silyn didn’t know the answer. “Because you are an actual person. You have feelings and you have managed to hit me before. I have seen the future Silyn, and it ends with our death.”
“Indeed. Just as I will be killed by you, so will you be killed by the free-roaming man. You shall meet him in just thirty hours and that is when you are destined to die?”
“If that’s so, I’ll just have to defy fate.”
“We’ll see about that. First thing’s first though. I came here for vengeance. Step forward so we can began.”
Malakai nodded and stepped away from the wall, his sheathed sword still in his hands. He walked toward Silyn and the battle began.
"The closer you get to the light, the darker your shadow becomes."
|10-10-2013, 09:42 AM||#16|
Super High School Level Narcissist
Re: Brimstone: The Infernal Princes (42.5% Complete) [Book 5]
Edward lied on the ground in a place that stretched as far as the eye can see. The ground, covered in water, soaking the back of his clothes. With a yawn, he rose to his feet, walking below the grey-blue area. Various weapons littered the area, most of them on weapon racks. Picking up a machete, he spoke to himself. “What a magnificent beast you are. You have killed many a foe for me.”
He stroked the blade and then placed it back on a rack. Picking up weapon after weapon, he stroked many of their blades. With a few, he even admired them, saying something about their history and who died by them. After doing that a dozen or so times, he pressed a small button beneath the water. The button caused a desk to emerge. The desk was covered with what seemed to be potions and alchemist items.
At the side nearest him, sat seven bottles filled with various things. The first seemed to have some kind of silver dust that shined at the right angle. The others had blood, a lock of hair, decayed skin and water. The last two were empty. Edward picked up each bottle, looking them over closely, until picking up the two empty bottles. “Soon enough, I will have everything I need. So long, I’ve been collecting everything I’ve needed. And alas, it’s finally complete.”
Placing the bottles back down, Edward pressed the button once more. The desk descended back below the water as he grabbed his chainsaw sword off one of the racks. “And you have been especially disappointing to me. As far as kills are concerned, you have given me zero. It’s as if you are cursed. I forged you to do my bidding, but I can see now that you are going to continue to fail me.”
He tossed the blade on the ground and touched it with the tip of the Lucifer Blade. The chainsaw sword caught fire and turned to ash, despite the fact that it was covered by water. Laughing maniacally, Edward grinned as the fire disappeared. “Excellent. You won’t be a disappoint to me. You’re just as powerful as ever. Whoever runs into me is in for a world of pain. All hail the almighty Lucifer!”
2 Hours Later [58 Hours Remain]
Phillip ran up to the gate separating him from Yulena. “If this can’t be broken by magic, I won’t use magic to break it.” He went to tackle the gate, but was knocked back before he reached, an invisible force field blocking his way. He pushed himself up to his feet. “What the hell? Is this force field resistant to everything?”
“No, you can potentially break through it without magic,” Alatar told him. “Though it would be difficult with the type of metal that gate is made of. The problem is that you were still using magic.”
“Yes you were. You were still using the power of wind to move faster and to make your attack stronger.”
“I guess once you start using magic, it’s hard to not use magic anymore. I was just planning to slam hard into it and knock it off. So, how do we save Yulena then?”
“We can’t,” Kevin spoke as he placed his hand on the gate. “This metal is hard. Harder than any kind of metal I’ve ever felt. I don’t have anything that can penetrate it. I doubt anyone else does either.”
“You’re correct,” Alatar agreed. “This is a metal harder that diamonds. If you have something that can break through, be my guest. Otherwise, it’ll be better to just keep moving on. We don’t have time to stand around trying to do the impossible.”
Eric sighed. “Says the man who was going to spend twelve hours mining with goblins just because he gave him a little sake.”
“You’re not going to let me live that down are you Eric? I get weak around sake. My mind goes kind of blank.”
“Kind of is putting it lightly.”
“Enough,” Kevin exclaimed, “Alatar’s right. All we can do for now is keep going and hope Yulena will be okay.”
Phillip gritted his teeth. He didn’t want to leave, but he felt that they might actually be right. Then he had a thought. “Wait, maybe we can’t break the gate, but what about the wall? If we smash through the wall, we can help her.”
“It’s no use,” Alatar attempted to convince him. “The wall is solid. Knowing our enemies, it probably has a force field around it too. If you want to go for it though, go ahead. I just have a difficult time believing that Abraham would allow this wall to be breakable considering he went through so much to separate us.”
Alatar makes a good point. Phillip thought to himself. He wasn’t going to not try to do anything though, and so he pulled out a deck of playing cards. He threw them at the wall, lodging them into it as a circle of thirty cards. Pulling out a dice, he tossed it in the middle of the cards and they all exploded. He looked at the wall, hoping to see that it exploded too, but it hadn’t. “Dammit.”
“As I said, Abraham isn’t stupid enough to put up a gate if there’s a way to get through as simple as blowing up a wall. Let’s go Phillip. There’s nothing we can do here.”
It hurt him to leave, but he believed Alatar was right. “Yulena,” he shouted through the gate. “Don’t die on us. If you die, I … I don’t know what I’d do.”
Alatar gave him a nod and the five of them –including Vazor- walked away through the greenhouse. Their part of the battle had not yet started.
Tied by a vine to a tree high in the greenhouse, Yulena was barely conscious. Struggling to keep her eyes open, she heard Phillip’s voice. “Phil, is that you? Where are you?”
In front of her, a sadistic green woman in silver hung from a high tree branch from strings. Holding a sickle in either hand, he chuckled. “Hello young lady. Pleasure to meet your acquaintance.”
“Who are you?”
“Oh dear me, I didn’t introduce myself. Pardon my rudeness madam. My name is Lita, short for Adelita, but you may call me Larx.”
“Well Larx, I’m Yulena. I sti…“
She was interrupted. “Ah yes, I know who you are Yulena. You were called one of the ‘three prodigies’ back when you were younger. Now we refer to you as a genius though. My master knows about everyone.”
“So, what do you want with…” Yulena screamed as a tarantula crawled across her face. She knocked it off quickly.
“Please shut up. I’m still talking. Why are you here? Well, you’re here because we’re going to have a little fun. I’m going to suck break your bones and suck the blood out of your body. I’m going to rip out your heart and eat you. That’s why you’re here.” Larx extended her tongue. Shooting out like a frog’s tongue, she pulled two bags of blood off a tree branch and began to drink one of them. She handed one to Yulena.
“Um, no thanks. I’m not interested in drinking blood.”
Larx grazed one of her sickles across her face. “I said drink it! Do it now… Oh right, you’re all tied up. You’re going to need a little help.”
Opening the bag of blood she poured it out. Yulena closed her mouth and eyes before the blood could reach her lips. The blood ran around her head. Larx opened her mouth up with one of her toes as the blood began to run into her mouth. She was not particularly fond of having someone’s toe in her mouth, so she bit it.
She pulled her toe out. “Ouch. What the hell?”
Yulena spat the blood out of her mouth. “What the hell with me? What the hell with you? As if I want your nasty ass toe in my mouth. If you don’t want it bitten, keep it out of people’s mouths.”
“Here I am, kind of enough to give you nourishment and you’re nothing but rude with me. That is not a nice way to act Yulena.”
“Yes, because you’re such a model of being kind. Whatever. Let me down. I don’t like being hung here.”
“Oh, you want to be let down huh?” Larx shouted. “And why in Hell would I do that?”
“Because if you don’t let me down right now, I will kick your ass.”
“I’d like to see you try.”
A vine shot out, slapping Larx in the face. The vines that held Yulena down suddenly let go of her. She fell but was caught by floating leaf which she used like a flying surfboard. She pulled a metal pole off her back and flew forward. Swinging it at her foe’s face, the pole was blocked by a pair of sickles. Larx lifted herself up, floating in mid-air, using the wind as her own sort of sky board.
Yulena swung the pole at her, but was stopped by sickles again. Having her pole pushed back, she then was slashed at by the sickles. She bent down and kicked her opponent in the chest, sending her flying backward, until she caught her balance, catching herself in mid-air. Larx shot forward at her, attempting to stab her in the heart with one of her sickles.
Quickly gliding to the side, the young girl avoided the attack and then struck her in the back of the head. She almost slammed into a tree, but at the last second kicked off the tree and flew back upward. She swung her sickles, but missed as Yulena ducked under the attack and swung her pole around. Larx flew to the side and swung her sickles again. Time after time, her opponent avoided the sickles as she jumped wildly around her, swinging. She was doing mid-air front flips, side flips, somersaults and other acrobatic moves, trying to take control.
In the end of that particular struggle, Yulena struck her in the chest with the pole, knocking her hard into the ground. Larx was enraged. “You’re really pissing me off here, you know that?”
“I’m pissing you off? That’s rich. If you really want to not be pissed off, I have a suggestion for you. Why don’t you try actually hitting me?”
“Are you mocking me? I don’t like being mocked.” At that moment Larx was momentarily disoriented by a flashing light. When she looked back up, Yulena was gone. “Did she just take a picture of me?”
She looked up all around but could not see the young girl anywhere. Then she noticed flashing lights appearing all around the greenhouse, as if there was a concert. They all centered around one area and so she flew up toward that spot. Yulena was flying on her leaf up there, taking pictures. Larx attempted to stab her in the back, but was smacked in the face by a floating tree branch.
The tree branch sent her slamming into the wall of the greenhouse as Yulena continued to take pictures all throughout the area. Larx stood up to her feet. What the hell is this girl up to? She jumped back up to her feet and pulled a pair of yo-yos out of her pockets. She smirked and tried to tie down Yulena with the yo-yos. It wouldn’t work however, as her opponent anticipated the attack.
She jumped over the yo-yos as if they were a jump rope while continuing to take pictures. She wasn’t expecting what happened next though. The yo-yos snapped back and wrapped themselves around her. She dropped her camera to the ground and outstretched her hand toward it. She wasn’t going to be able to catch it though and so it fell to the ground. Larx pulled her back down, slamming her into the ground.
She stomped her foot down on Yulena’s face. “Well, looks like I hit you now doesn’t it? Not so tough now.”
“Dammit. How the hell did you make these toys do that?”
“Practice makes perfect. Of course, having a little magic also helps, doesn’t it? For instance, it’s easy to break out of a vine entanglement when you have the power to manipulate plants.”
“Yeah, you really could have chosen a better place to battle with me Adelita.”
“Please do not call me by full name. I took on the nickname Larx for a reason. I hate my real name.”
That sparked Adelita to remember who she used to be.
A teacher in a high school classroom spoke. “Adelita Irving.”
“Here.” On cue, a lovely blonde-haired girl raised her hand. Her smile was warm and friendly. She looked across the classroom as the teacher continued to call names. There was one boy in particular she noticed who she couldn’t take her eyes off of. The sight of him made her heart skip a beat.
Moments later the teacher called his name. “Henry Pragmer.”
“Here.” He smiled.
The sight of his smile made Adelita almost squeal in adoration. She kept herself quiet though, as she calmly just stared at him. When he turned around and noticed her, he smiled and gave her a small wave. Did he just wave at me? No way. He must have a friend sitting right behind me or something. When she turned to see that there was no one behind her, her cheeks went red. He was looking at me.
She turned her head back around, but Henry had returned his attention to the teacher by that time. The teacher called out a few more names and then the class started. The class for the most part listened, though a few people kept their heads on their desks. Afterwards, the bell rang and they piled out the doors. Adelita followed Henry to the lunch room where he sat down with his group of friends.
She wanted to sit down and talk to him, but she was too shy. So, instead she sat down at an empty table, lying her head down on it. She kept one eye open, looking just over her arm so that she could stare at Henry. A few minutes later, another girl came to her table and sat down beside her. The girl introduced herself. “My name is Annabelle, nice to meet you.”
“Adelita.” She said keeping her head on the table.
Anna looked at Adelita and noticed she was peeking over at Henry. “Ah, I see what’s going on here. You like that boy don’t you?”
Adelita’s cheeks went red but she kept her head down. “No, I’m staring at the soda machines. I can’t afford a Pibb and I’m upset.”
“You don’t seem very upset.” Anna teased. “I can tell what you’re doing. You want to talk to him, but you can’t, can you?”
“It’s none of your business.”
She sighed. “Come on Adelita. You don’t have to try to hide it from me. You can’t hide it from me.”
“Why does it even matter to you? You don’t know me. I’m just some girl with a crush. That’s nothing special is it?”
“I guess not, but for some reason, you’ve drawn me in. Would you like me to talk to him for you?”
“No, if he’s going to find out I like him, I want to be the one to tell him.”
“Alright, that’s fine by me. In that case though, I’d like to make you a deal. Why don’t you become my friend? In exchange for your friendship, I’ll help you gain the confidence you need to talk to him.”
“I won’t accept. Instead, I’ll become your friend with no strings attached. You can help me with my confidence just because you want to.”
“I’m fine with that.” Anna smiled and extended her hand. Adelita shook her hand in response, though she kept her head down.
Over the course of the next few weeks, Anna and Adelita hung out regularly. Sometimes they would just hang out, but most of the time Anna was trying to teach Adelita how to be confident. They went through a few different exercises, such as talking to a teacher about a bad grade and forcing her to pick movies and places to eat. At the same time, Anna was asking around the school to figure out more about Henry.
After another couple of weeks, they had finally finished Adelita’s training and the big day had come. She walked up to Henry as he was speaking to his friends. “H-Hi, my name is Adelita.”
“Yeah, we have class together.” Henry said to her. “You’ve never actually talked to me before though. I thought you hated me or something.”
“Oh no, never. I just umm… you know. It’s really nice outside today.”
“It’s raining.” One of Henry’s friends pointed out.
“Oh yeah, sorry.” Adelita’s cheeks turned beet red.
“Don’t worry about it.” Henry laughed. “It actually is nice outside today if you ask me.”
“I forgot you like the rain.”
Henry raised his eyebrow. “How did you know I like the rain?”
“I just assumed. I haven’t been learning things about you or anything creepy like that.”
“That’s not really that creepy in my opinion. I think it’s kind of natural to learn things about someone you’re interested in.”
“Right, you understand then.”
Henry invited Adelita to come hang out with him the next weekend, which she gladly accepted. When that day rolled around, they went to a movie theater. They watched a movie together and went out to eat. They had a lot of fun on their date and agreed to hang out again in the future. That’s exactly what they did. Over the next couple months, the two of them became really close. They spent every weekend together and hung out at school regularly. However, those days wouldn’t last long.
Whenever Henry wasn’t hanging out with Adelita, he was in secret talking to another girl on the side. Having done all that research on Henry, Anna had developed her own crush on him. Despite the fact that she knew the two of them were getting along so well, Anna would talk to him every day. It came to a point eventually where they would set up to have dates in secret. That was, until the day that they were caught.
It was a rainy fall day and Henry had invited Anna to hang out with him at the arcade. They played several of the games, including Skee Ball, Dance Dance Revolution and some of those games where you use a gun, a motorcycle of something similar as a controller. After finishing a Space Invaders arcade game, Anna saw something she wanted in a claw machine. It was a small plush toy of a ghost from Pac-Man. She was a big fan of Pac-Man.
Having seen her eyeing the toy, Henry walked up to the machine and placed a quarter in it. He moved the joystick around until he got over the toy. He pressed the button and the crane grabbed it. At that moment, Adelita walked into the arcade with her little brother. The Pac-Man ghost fell into the slot and Henry pulled it out of the machine. He handed the toy to Anna and gave her a kiss. Adelita walked around the corner to see the scene and stopped. Her eyes began to tear up as she stared at them.
Anna saw her first from over Henry’s shoulder. She pushed Henry away and tried to play it off. “What are you doing Henry?”
Henry turned to where Anna’s eyes wandered to see that Adelita was there. “This isn’t what it looks like.”
“Then what the hell is it Henry?” Adelita asked.
“I’m sorry Adelita.” Anna said.
“Shut up whore!”
Henry stepped between them. “Calm down Adelita.”
Adelita wasn’t going to listen to what he had to say. She walked up to Henry and pushed him out of the way. She walked right up to Anna and slapped her in the face. “Say something you bitch!”
“Fine, you want me to say something. Well, how about this?” Anna responded. “Why don’t you try being grateful? Before me, you didn’t have the guts to talk to anyone. If it wasn’t for me you’d still be the pathetic loner that you used to be. You’re going to blame me because I’m going out with Henry now? Maybe if you were a better girlfriend he wouldn’t have a reason to date me.”
Adelita’s rage built up. She grabbed Anna by the hair and kneed her in the chest. She did that a few more times then slammed her on the ground. She jumped on top of Anna and started slapping her in the face. At that point, Henry came up behind Adelita, grabbed her from behind, intentionally holding his hands on her breasts and lifted her up. “You don’t have to get so mad. I can date you too.” He kissed her.
Adelita pushed him away and slapped him in face. “Why would I want to date you when you’re dating someone else? Seriously, are you an idiot?”
Anna stumbled up to a sitting position. “Come on! Is it really that bad to share?”
“You, shut up. I’m not mad at you two for dating. I’m mad because no one gave enough of a shit to tell me. Even if I didn’t care, the fact that you didn’t say anything to me just pisses me off.”
“Sorry, I only take advice from friends.” Adelita walked over to her little brother and walked him out of the store. As she walked out she said to them. “By the way, never talk to me again. Adelita no longer exists.”
“Why don’t you like being called by your real name?” Yulena asked.
“That’s none of your business!” Larx answered and kicked Yulena in the face. At that moment, Yulena felt her body growing weaker. Her vision was fading. She couldn’t even see a few feet in front of herself. Larx sat down beside her and smiled. “What’s wrong Yulena?”
“I don’t know. What did you do to me?”
“Why do you accuse me? Do you really think I would do something to hurt you?”
“Yeah, of course you would.”
“I am offended.” Larx gasped. “Why, I never would do such a thing.”
“I’m not amused by your sarcasm.” Yulena was beginning to have a hard time speaking as well. So as she spoke it would take her a little longer to say everything. The scenery was twisting together and she couldn’t discern sounds from each other. “I don’t know what’s happening.”
Larx stood up to her feet and grinned. “Well, why don’t I just tell you what’s wrong with you. You know, if you can actually hear me. From the very first moment when started fighting, you’ve been hurting yourself. Those vines I tied you up with earlier were poisonous. Their effects aren’t immediate obviously, but the more you strain yourself, the more harm you do to yourself.”
Yulena could hear everything she said, but it took her longer to actually understand what was being said. Her brain was working very slowly and she had reached a point where she couldn’t respond or move at all. Her body went limp as she passed out. Larx walked away from Yulena with a grin. “Looks like that’ll be the end of you. Abraham will be pleased for a battle to finally go our way.”
A little further ahead Phillip felt a pain in his stomach. “Did you guys feel that?”
Eric, Alatar and Kevin all nodded to say that they felt nothing. “What is it Phil?” Kevin asked.
“I think something happened to Yulena. I have to go back and check it out.”
“Why do you think something happened?”
“It’s just a feeling. I’m going.” Phillip ran back toward where he had last seen Yulena. Eric, Kevin, Alatar and Vazor all followed behind him. After a minute they arrived back where Yulena was. As they reached the area, Phillip ran up and looked through the gate. The others stood back as Phillip saw Yulena lying on the ground. “It’s… Yulena.”
Eric gasped. “She doesn’t look good at all.”
Phillip felt sick to his stomach. There he was behind the gate while his friend was lying on the ground, possibly dead. There was only one thing he could think to do. He hoped it would wake Yulena up.
Bigan reached the door atop the greenhouse. He tried several times, but he just couldn’t get the door to open. He turned to Morpheous and spoke frantically. “What’s going on? Why won’t this door open?”
“It’s not going to open for you.” Morpheous replied. “That door has been sealed shut. It is waiting for a certain condition to be met.”
“How do you know this?”
“How you think I know this? I was the one who set this trap up.”
“What are you talking about?” Bigan had begun to panic. “What reason would you have to trap me?”
Morpheous sat down, crossed his legs and sighed as he rested his chin on his fist. “It’s exactly what it sounds like.” He pulled out a small marble with a red dot that pointed straight at Bigan. “I have been using these Navarbles to keep track of where everyone is in this place. I have one that represents each of you. Why am I doing this? Bigan, do you know who your father is?”
“Well, no, not exactly. I only know that my father left me when I was a boy.”
“Of course you wouldn’t know. I would be surprised if you had figured it out. Bigan Underwood, you are the son of Abraham Afilia.”
“You’re loony Morpheous! Have you not compared me to the Abraham? It should be obvious on first sight that there is no way we are related. Look at the color of my skin. Look at the color of his skin. I am black, he is white. Furthermore, we bare no resemblance to each other whatsoever.”
“I figured you would bring that up. You fail to realize the truth about who Abraham is though. Abraham is not a person you can define by his image. Abraham can be anyone he wants to be whenever he wants to be them. Abraham can create an image of a human in his mind and become that human. Granted, it has to be a human that he has come in contact with. Do you remember what we found out was Abraham’s power?”
“For some reason, I feel like I must have missed this discussion.”
“Abraham has the power to alter his DNA. He appears to us as a scruffy white male because that’s how he wants us to see him. He can easily turn himself into a black man though, if he so desires.”
“Alright, so what you’re telling me is that you want to kill me because I am the offspring of Abraham? You are saying that you are going to do this despite the fact that you know me and know that I have nothing in common with the bastard.”
“You have the only thing in common that matters. You share the same blood. That’s what I am after. It doesn’t matter to me how sincere you are or how close we have been in the past. Nothing you do can change the fact that you are the son of Abraham. For that, though I do not wish to, I must eliminate you.”
“Be reasonable Morpheous. Let’s talk this out. Why are you so intent on killing me just because I’m a son of Abraham? If you are just after me because of my blood, then you are a narrow-minded fool. The Morpheous I know is not that kind of man.”
“I can’t talk this out with you. I’m sorry Bigan. This is just something that must be done. I will kill all the children of Abraham to secure a positive future for the whole of wizard and mankind.”
“Listen to yourself Morpheous. You’re not thinking this through. We can find a way out of thi—“
“Enough! I’ve had enough of your petty attempts to hold onto your tainted life. If I don’t kill you, then all the people who have fallen by my hands up until this point will have given their lives in vain.”
“What others Morpheous? What have you been doing?”
“Since the moment my sister died, I have been searching for her murderer. The reason I joined the Magic Council was to find information on who was responsible. Not long after I joined, I found a trail of bread crumbs that lead me to conclude that Abraham was the man who killed her. Ever since that day, I have been studying Abraham and his powers. The more I found out though, the more it became clear that there was only one way to get to him. Eliminate his bloodline.”
“That’s insane! Do you no—“
“I’m not done talking yet. Mind your manners Bigan.” Morpheous stood silent for a second.
“I’m done now.”
Bigan kind of slapped his forehead gently in a way that suggested he found Morpheous’ response to be stupid. “You know Morpheous, I have always admired you. You always seemed to know exactly how to handle a situation when I came to you for advice. This though, is ridiculous. Never in the many years I’ve known you had I ever imagined you were making such hasty, uneducated decisions. You’ve lost faith in order and have fallen into chaos.”
“If you knew the things I knew, you wouldn’t be saying that. If you knew the things I knew, you would be standing in my spot right now, doing exactly as I am.”
“That’s where you’re wrong my friend. You are wrong because I would never abandon a friend for chaos. I would have faith in my friends to help me out; to find another way.”
“There is no other way!”
“If that’s what you believe. I’m telling you right here and now though, that there is definitely another way, and we will find it. If you continue down the path you are on, nothing but tragedy awaits you.”
“Instead of worrying about me, why don’t you worry about yourself? You’re an insignificant grain of sand to me. You are weak, cowardly and you are going to die.”
“That’s where you’re wrong. You see, I am not going to die. I have no intention of fighting you here.”
With that, Bigan threw down a smoke bomb and covered the top of the greenhouse with smoke. He jumped inside the cloud to try to get away from Morpheous. Moments later, Morpheous grabbed Bigan by the shirt collar and threw him onto the ground on the center of the greenhouse rooftop. He walked out of the smoke cloud. “You can’t run. You can’t hide. Your only option is to accept your fate; to fall by my hands.”
“I won’t fight you.” Bigan ran toward the side of the roof.
Morpheous snapped his fingers as he approached the side. On cue, black bars shot out of the ground and all around the rooftop. Within seconds, both of them were surrounded by crossing bars which together resembled a steel cage. They covered the sides of the roof and stretched to trap them in from all sides aside from the bottom where the roof was. Morpheous walked slowly toward Bigan. “You can’t escape. I won’t let you.”
“Dammit.” Bigan slammed as hard as he could into the black cage, but it didn’t budge.
Morpheous laughed. “You fool! Did you honestly think that you of all people would have the power to break through my cage? You must be desperate.”
“Fine, if that’s the way you want it, then I’ll play your game. Just to let you know though, I’m going all out.” With those words, Bigan conjured a pair of swords, one for each hand. He rushed along the rooftop toward Morpheous and swung both blades down at him.
Morpheous lifted up his hands and caught the blades in between the index and middle finger of each hand. “Useless! You won’t hit me with weak ass attacks like that.” He squeezed the blades of the swords and the force broke the blades in half. “Now, do you understand that you are no match for me?”
“I’m just getting warmed up.” Bigan jumped backwards away from Morpheous and pulled his arms back. He punched his arms forward, sending two parallel streams of hard water at him. Morpheous pulled his arms back and then slapped the edge of each stream as they reached him. The force of his slap actually managed to somehow knock the streams off course. They turned away from him on either side and slammed into the cage walls before falling harmlessly into the water. The rest of the streams followed their new paths.
Bigan ran forward and punched Morpheous in the face. However, his foe didn’t flinch. He tried it again, and again, there was no flinch. He continued to try it over and over, with no success until Morpheous caught one of his punches with his hand. “Can you not take a hint? Your punches do nothing to me. You are a thousand years too early to defeat me.”
Bigan hated to admit, but he was starting to believe he really didn’t have a chance. It’s not like he was intentionally not trying to hurt Morpheous or anything. He was really putting his all into each attack, trying to break through, but none of his attacks were working. He considered giving up right there, but decided against that. If he was going to die, he was going to do it fighting. “I will land a damaging hit on you eventually.”
“I doubt it.”
Bigan pulled his fist back again in anger and punched forward once more. Morpheous threw up his palm in front of the attack and blocked it that way. He wasn’t even trying at that point. He knew he could win with ease, and so he wanted to let Bigan struggle as much as he possibly could. Something about seeing his helpless companion hopelessly swinging away at him made him feel mighty.
After that punch, Bigan jumped away from his opponent and began to think to himself. What could he do to break through? Obviously, physical blows weren’t working, and even if he used his blades, Morpheous could just counter those easily too. That’s when it hit him. As Morpheous was a fighter who relies heavily on heat based powers, he could try to use his water abilities. Though, he’d have to do it more efficiently than he had before.
He swung his arm forward and a spike of water shot out of the ground at Morpheous. He continued swing his arms around as he ran toward his foe. Each time he swung his arm, something new would happen. A spike of water would shoot out from some location in attempt to pierce Morpheous. Needle raindrops would crash down hard from the ceiling at him. Streams would shoot out from the sides to slam into him as carnivorous fish would hop out trying to eat him. Behind all of that, Bigan covered himself in a type of condensed water armor and jumped forward. He punched his arm forward as all the water around his body travelled to encircle his arm and then shot forward like a cannon.
He figured that would give his opponent some problems, but again, it would not be so. As he punched his arm forward Morpheous surrounded himself with a dome of lava. All of the attacks Bigan had used rushing forward at him crashed into the dome and evaporated instantaneously. Luckily, the force from his last attack pushed him away and across the rooftop. Morpheous let down his dome as Bigan stared him down. “How the hell did you do that? Lava shouldn’t be that powerful against water.”
Morpheous laughed. “Only an idiot would ask a question like that. No matter what your powers are, you can overcome your own weakness by increasing the power of the powers you have. My lava is able to evaporate your water so quickly because my powers are advanced far beyond yours. If you had advanced your water to the level of my lava, then you could have reached me. But alas, you are weak, just as I said.”
If it keeps going on like this, I truly will die. What am I supposed to do though? Even my water attacks didn’t work against him? Anything I do now feels like it would just be delaying the inevitable. I need to think. He has already adapted to fight against his weakness, but he may still have a weak point somewhere. He’s cocky, but that’s not necessarily weakness with power like his. He’s destructive, but his powers aren’t exactly the most solid. Maybe, I’ll have a chance if I exploit that.
“What’s taking so long? Are you finally going to give up?”
“No, I was just thinking about what to do and I finally came up with a solution. With this plan, I will hit you for sure.”
Morpheous grinned. “Well, this might be interesting after all.”
Bigan ran at him once more. He moved at pretty decent speed and as he reached Morpheous, jumped into the air. He spun his body around in attempt to kick him in the face. As he did so though, he pointed his palm toward the ground and caused some sort of shockwave which created a tremor in the air. Morpheous realized this just before he actually used the attack though and was able to narrowly move out of the way, though he almost tripped as he did so. Bigan smirked. “I’ve found a way to hit you.”
“Actually, you haven’t.” Morpheous stood back up. “That was your one chance to actually catch me off guard and you failed. Now, I know what other kind of power you have. With that knowledge, you’ll never be able to reach me.”
“We’ll see about that.”
“We shall.” Morpheous kicked his feet off the ground and flew back away from Bigan. “Just try it.”
Bigan wasn’t going to waste any time. He rushed forward again, his steps leaving small tremors on the rooftop. However, as he ran, he was faced with a new obstacle. From the black bars of the cage, barbed wire shot out like a bullet straight at him. He was lucky to get out of the way of it as it just grazed the front of his chest. It was painful for sure, but not life threatening.
Continuing to run forward, he was shot at by more barbed wire. Having known about the barbed wire though, he was able to maneuver around them. Coming from the side, he would have an extra hop to get over them. Aimed at his upper body, he would lean under them. When they would come at his diagonally, he would perform various jumps and dodges to avoid them, from jumping and twisting his body around them to stopping and rolling beneath them.
When he finally reached his foe, he punched forward, cracking the air slightly in the process. Morpheous was no longer there though. He disappeared from sight and reappeared behind Bigan, grabbing onto the back of his head. “As I said, now that I know your power, it won’t be able to reach me.” He then threw Bigan onto a pair of barbed wires, where he screamed in pain and blood began to drip out of his body.
Bigan caught himself before he fell completely, holding himself up on his knee. “Dammit, what is up with this? You can’t be this much stronger than me. It’s not possible. I have been strong always. I have been able to fight on par with everyone I’ve ever fought. Now you’re telling me that I can’t even hit you? This is ridiculous.”
“It’s not ridiculous. It’s just a fact of life. No matter how strong you think you are, there are people who are vastly more powerful than you. Abraham, Alatar, Shannon, Silyn, Edward, you wouldn’t be able to lay a hand on any of them. Face it Bigan, compared to the power of us, the alpha six, you are nothing!”
“I always assumed that your titles as the alphas were just a name. I never expected it to mean that you have this much power.”
“Then you are a fool. What did you think it meant?”
“Well, I assumed it was just a title given to the six of you because you are regarded as the six strongest magi in Licharius. I assumed however that I would at least stand a chance against you. I knew your powers. I thought I knew their weaknesses too. I never expected this tough, Alpha Human.”
“Edward Shallowgrave, the Alpha Werewolf. Shannon Silvia, the Alpha Vampire. Silyn Blackrider, the Alpha Dragon. Abraham Afilia, the Alpha Demon. Magnus Afilia, the Alpha Sorcerer. Morpheous Starsley, the Alpha Human. Surely, you didn’t think that those titles were for nothing, did you?”
“I suppose I was foolish to think that. There’s still one thing I don’t get though. Why is that you are called the Alpha Human when you are technically a vampire? Is that just a made up name because you can’t beat Shannon.”
“No, the difference is that Shannon is still somewhat affected by the strengths and weaknesses of being a vampire. She still has to feed, and the sun does moderate damage to her. I however, use my vampire powers more as an augmentation to make myself stronger. At this point, I don’t really need to become a vampire to fight. I am nearly as formidable as I am now, a simple superhuman.”
“Yeah, but you’re still technically a vampire.”
“That is true, but as I said, that’s not what I’m known for. Shannon always has a hard time figuring out where to fight. She can’t deal with the sun for long periods of time, so she can’t fight in the day on the outside. For that reason, she often lures people into dark places for battle. She’s lucky though. Most vampires can’t handle the son at all, but she can a little. She will also be more formidable here as well, as she is not even weak against fire, lava or magma anymore.”
“How do you know so much about her?”
“Let’s just say that as she is the only person to have ever beaten me officially since I joined that council, I have decided to do my own research on her.”
“So, you’re stalking her?”
“If Roman heard that, he’d be pissed.”
Morpheous laughed. “That foolish boy! What can he do? He’s nothing and he’ll never be anything. If he stands against me, he’s digging his own grave.”
“What made you turn into this Morpheous? After all this time, how are you able to speak this way about people you call your friends?”
“I have someone who’s more important to me.”
“You’re speaking about your sister.”
“That’s none of your concern. Bigan, I grow bored of this conversation. Are you going to make another one of your feeble attempts to hit me or not?”
Bigan nodded and began to transform. When he finished, he had turned into his alligator form, standing upright. “If I can’t hit you in my human form, I’ll get you in my spirit form.” With that, he jumped forward quickly, much more quickly than his had before and attempted to bite Morpheous in the shoulder. With a hard jab, he was sent flying across the rooftop before he could reach him. Luckily, he landed on a part of the roof without slamming into any barbed wire.
“You’re not going to hit me by simply turning into a gator Bigan. You’re not that special. I can fight on par with nearly anyone’s spirit form without transforming.”
“Then I’ll just have to get creative.” Bigan jumped into the air. As he was about to descend, he then kicked off the air, jumping further ahead. Continuously, he jumped through the air, circling around Morpheous at a high speed which was extremely difficult to track with normal eyes. After doing this a few times, he jumped out from behind Morpheous and attempted to bite his head off.
Morpheous lifted his left arm up, connecting with Bigan’s face, knocking him hard onto the ground. He then grabbed him by his tail and swung him around repeatedly. Spinning him about eight times, he then threw Bigan into the air, where he slammed into the top bars of the cage. The impact was so great, that he actually left a dent in the cage before falling back down to the ground.
Morpheous stood still giving his opponent time to stand up. As he did so, Bigan stumbled a bit, before looking forward. “How is that you can dent this cage while I can’t even scratch it?”
“Are we going to have another one of these conversations? I already explained why to you earlier. As for why you can’t scratch the cage though, it’s because the bars are protected by a barrier of plasma energy. If you want to break through, you’ll need to be able to overpower that energy.”
Ugh, I’m not strong enough to do anything. This is bad, really bad. If my spirit form can’t do anything, how can I hold on? If only I could hit him once, then maybe I could find a pattern to keep hitting him. But there’s nothing I can think of. All of my attempts have ended in failure. My vibrations seem like they could have an effect on him, seeing as he got more defensive after I used them. He’s still just been swatting away my attacks with ease though. I guess the only thing I can do is keep trying, until it kills me.
Determined to find some way to win, Bigan grabbed about six throwing daggers from a pouch on his side and threw them at Morpheous, who simply disintegrated them instantaneously with his palms. Bigan continued with the same pattern as before as he jumped forward and off the air, rushing quickly. He went to punch his foe in the face, but he disappeared from sight and reappeared behind him. That time though, he was ready. Bigan swung his tail around, aiming to hit him in the face.
In the nick of time, Morpheous jumped away from his tail and barely escaped the resulting shockwave that rushed at him. He wiped off the knees of his armor. “Well, it appears that I’ve underestimated you.”
Underestimated? Yeah right. Even though I used that feint to try to get to you, you were able to avoid it. I still have yet to hit you, which is exactly what you said was going to happen. No matter how hard I try, if I can’t even do that, then I can’t even die right. Bigan sighed. “I was hoping I wouldn’t have to do this, but I no longer have a choice. If my spirit form won’t do it alone, I’ll just have to make my spirit form stronger.” He pulled out a bottle of pills and gulped it down.
As he realized what drug Bigan was using, Morpheous flinched for the first time since they arrived in Hell. It was as if at that moment Morpheous felt bad about what was going on. It was as if he didn’t want Bigan to take the drug. Not because it would make him more challenging but because he knew the cost for using the drug. At a moment, it appeared that he had a tear in his eye, but that quickly disappeared. As Bigan took the pills, Morpheous clenched his fist. “Bigan, you idiot, how can you do this to yourself?”
“How can you ask me that?” He responded as his muscles began to expand. “After all this time you should know the kind of man I am. I will not let you get out of this so easily.” They continued growing larger. “If it comes down to it, I will of course sacrifice my life if it means I have a chance to do something good.” His muscles expanded to their maximum where he appeared as an extremely muscular upright standing alligator man.
“You can’t beat me though.” Morpheous cried out. “No matter what you use, it’s not like it’ll make a difference.”
“Maybe it won’t make a difference in my fate, but it can make a difference in yours. Even if I die here, I want you to return to being the Morpheous I know. I want to see the Morpheous I trust. I want to have the Morpheous who laughed and smiled when things got rough.” Tears began to fall down his face. “Most of all, I want the Morpheous who is my friend.”
Morpheous couldn’t move for a few moments as the words he said to him hit him hard. After all that had transpired on that rooftop, Bigan still thought of him as a friend. You’re a fool Bigan, but then again so am I. Do you expect me to move on with my life unaffected by the fact that my friend gave up his life to save me? Impossible! Morpheous was crying at that moment too, and as he stood there, about to concede, he began to think of why he was there. He remembered why he was hunting down Bigan in the first place.
With that, he found himself lost in his mind, in a place he knew all too well. His childhood home where he sat down with the one person in the world he loved more than anyone else. He found himself sitting with his sister in their old dining room.
"The closer you get to the light, the darker your shadow becomes."
|12-18-2013, 09:36 PM||#17|
Super High School Level Narcissist
Re: Brimstone: The Infernal Princes (45% Complete) [Book 5]
12 Hours Earlier [69 Hours Remain]
“So you are Persephone are you?” Cornelius spoke, “The Goddess of the Underworld.”
“It seems my reputation precedes me.” Persephone chuckled, “I am indeed one in the same. And I know who you are too, Brother Love. Or should I call you, Barachiel? You are one of the seven saints after all. At least, the vessel of him.”
“You’ve heard of me then. I am much obliged. Yes, I am Barachiel, the Saint Angel of Temperance.”
“Just as I thought, it’s no wonder you were the one to find Beelzebub first.”
“What do you mean?”
“I mean that it’s destiny. You are polar opposites. You, Barachiel, known for your temperance, and Beelzebub, known for his gluttony. One shows no restraint while the other shows the most restraint.”
“I don’t know if it was fate or not, I just came this way. Anything beyond that is just how things came to be.”
“Spoken like a true angel, or at least, one of the so-called ‘good ones’. I highly doubt you are as good as your reputation says you are. After all, you grew up in one of the most dramatic families imaginable along with your six siblings.”
“Ah yes, my brothers and sister. Michael, Gabriel, Lucifer, Raphael, Sariel and Uriel. It was a pretty hectic childhood. I wonder where they are now.”
“Most of them are here. As you should be fully aware, Lucifer of course is here.” Beelzebub intervened, “As are Raphael, Sariel and Uriel.”
“So my sister is here is she? I’ll have to keep a look out for each of them.”
“You won’t have to look very far. They’re closer than you realize. In fact, two have gone astray from their paths just as Lucifer did 15,000 years ago.”
“Lucifer wasn’t always the way he is now then?” Persephone asked.
“You’ll have to excuse Persephone, she is ignorant on this subject. But yes, Lucifer wasn’t always the Prince of Pride. In fact, he was known as the Saint of Humility back in the days, before his jealousy got the better of him. Barachiel here would know the whole story behind that.”
“I do.” Barachiel confirmed, “Before God decided to create the humans, Lucifer was a very humble man. After that though, he felt unappreciated, like everything he had ever done was ignored. It was really sad honestly.”
“Well, you learn something new every day.” Persephone commented. “But enough of this autobiography. You came here to find Beelzebub, did you not?”
“And what do you plan to do now?”
“I want to tell him that he doesn’t have to do this. Lucifer is very intelligent, but he will not fix the world. Before humanity, he may have been able to do it, but it is now, he would only bring chaos. How do you not see this Beelzebub?”
“Beelzebub doesn’t have anything to say to you right now Barachiel. We are already Lucifer’s followers and your perception has been clouded by your narrow-mindedness. You don’t realize it yet, but Lucifer is what this world needs. That’s why we will defend him.”
Barachiel sighed. “In that case, I guess I have no choice but to accept whatever challenge you give me. So, what’s it going to be?”
“We’re going to play a game of hide and seek. The rules are simple, I’ll hide and you have to find me.” With that, Persephone turned into floating black flower petals and drifted throughout the area in the dense sand clouds. The petals soon turned into giant black daisies without stems and spun around like fans. “Find me Barachiel.” A voice sounded from each direction. Hurry up though, the petals are blowing out toxic fumes amidst the sand.”
Barachiel held his arm over his forehead, trying to keep the sand from getting into his eyes as he looked around. Ah, this isn’t going to work. I can’t see anything. I guess if I’m going to find this girl, I’m going to have to use my powers. Barachiel pulled out a keychain with several keys on it and felt the keys. When he found the one he wanted, he pulled it off and stuck inside his shirt pocket, placing the others back in his pants pocket. Closing his eyes, the key took effect. Through his eyelids, he could see everything as clear as day.
“What’s the matter Barachiel? Can’t find me?” she mocked him.
Despite his ability to see everything, he was still having difficulty figuring out which one was Persephone. The flowers all appeared the same to him and he was running out of time. He had already begun coughing because some of the fumes were reaching him. So, he covered his mouth. Think Cornelius think, there has to be something different about one of these flowers. With that, he realized what he was looking for. One of the flowers had a chip in the bottom of it where she must have suffered from some kind of injury in the past.
Barachiel grinned and rushed straight forward toward the flower. He held his arm over his mouth and nose, to stop himself from breathing in the fumes as much as possible. Just before he reached Persephone though, she turned back into several petals and started floating around. “No, I won’t let you get me that easily.”
Keeping his mind clear, Barachiel followed the trail of the real Persephone and quickly moved his arm away from his mouth to grab hold of one of the petals. When he did so, the petals turned back into Persephone who appeared before him. “I don’t have time for these games, he said. Either fight me, or give up.”
“In that case, I surrender.” She said. “I wasn’t born to fight.”
“Then step aside.”
Persephone did as she was asked and walked back to Beelzebub. “Sorry I couldn’t do much for you master.”
“It’s fine, I’d prefer to fight him myself anyways. Why don’t you go ahead and meet back up with Hades? I’ll handle this.”
“Are you sure you don’t want my help?”
“I am. Brother Love and I have some unfinished business to take care of.”
“Well, be careful. I’m sure he’s not going to be an easy fight if he’s an archangel.” Persephone seeped into the ground and disappeared from the scene.
“It’s finally just you and I, Beelzebub. So, why don’t you answer my question? Why are you still following Lucifer and why do you keep calling me Brother Love?”
Beelzebub stood to his feet and pulled out a smoking pipe, placing it in his mouth. Blowing out smoke, he pulled down his hood. “Because Lucifer is the savior that we need and Brother Love is just who I know you to be.” He looked at Barachiel.
“Ian! No, you can’t be Ian. We came in here to look for you.”
It was Ian, the only difference was that he looked older, around 30 years old. “Don’t be so shocked. Yes, I am Ian, but what did you expect? Did you honestly think I was some model church-going boy?”
He didn’t answer.
“Well, you’re not going to help me make this fun are you? Fine. So, maybe I was the model church-going boy for a while. Hell, I didn’t know who I was until three years ago after I played a game with Lucifer.”
Three years earlier, Ian stood in Death Valley, where he was swatting away at flies. When he touched one of them though, his entire life as Beelzebub rushed back into his mind.
In Heaven, back in the days before Lucifer had fallen, Beelzebub sat on the side of fountain of honey. Around him, were clouds which all had various homes on them. Seeing him, Lucifer walked up and sat down beside him. “You look pretty down today Beelz, what’s the matter?”
“I’m just having some problems with the way things are being ran up here. I mean sure, what we have when we are in houses is nice, but I want to see more. Why are restricted to staying here? I want to go see the rest of the universe. I want to fly to another galaxy, swim in a real sea. This virtual world we get to visit is fine, but I want to experience the real thing.”
“Those are dangerous thoughts Beelz, you should be careful that you don’t let them take you over. If you do, you could find yourself getting exactly what you want, but never being able to return.”
“See, that’s what sucks about all of this. We are forced to follow these rules, but never told why. What’s the point of even having wings if we can never use them? I don’t know, I just don’t see any sense in these laws.”
“I’ll tell you what, I’m going to see what I can do for you. Don’t go running off on your own, but I will bring this up at the next meeting of Archangels.”
“I can’t thank you enough for doing this for me Lucifer. I will be patient for now, but let me know what happens when you get back.
Three weeks later, Lucifer came back to Beelzebub with the news. “I tried my best, but my best just wasn’t good enough. The only one who thought it might be fine was Sariel. Bless her for being so understanding and compassionate. Nothing got done though. Instead, the topic got changed to something that upset me. God wants to create a new species on another planet, and I just don’t see why.”
“Why should another species get the right to be on another planet and not us? That’s really unfair. How do you continue to tolerate this disrespect Lucifer?”
“Honestly, I’ve been questioning that all day. No matter what I do, it seems like none of my ideas are taken seriously. At first, I was just humbled to be respected enough to be thought of so highly. Now, I feel like I’m just the clown of the group though.”
“You’re a genius though. You shouldn’t tolerate that, at all. You need to march in there and tell God and those archangels that that’s not the way it’s going to be. Stand up for yourself.”
“You know Beelz, you’re right. I shouldn’t be stuck mindlessly following the ideas of everyone else when none of my ideas are listened to. My ideas are much better than theirs.”
“Exactly, and you need to go in there and say that to them. If you show them that you really mean business, then maybe they will listen to you.”
“I’ll do that. If I do though, I need you to do something for me. Assuming this doesn’t work out, I want you to join me along with some other angels so that we can rebel. All of those who don’t want to live under this rule anymore, should speak their mind.”
“I’ll be by your side the entire way, my friend.”
“My memories came back to me when I touched the fly.” Beelzebub told Barachiel. All this time, I thought I was living a happy life, when in reality I had forgotten my role and my dream. Now that I’ve realized all of this though, I can become the man that I was born to be. No more Ian Longstran, the pathetic sidekick who never gets any respect. I am Beelzebub, the almighty Prince of Gluttony, the Lord of the Flies. I am here to defend Lucifer and his noble ambition to save this beautiful universe.
“I understand your plight Ian—“
“Fine, I understand your plight Beelzebub, but I still don’t agree with it. Sure, you may have been dealt a bad hand in life, but that’s no reason to take it out on anyone. It’s no reason to follow Lucifer either. I know it’s hard to hear since he’s your friend and all, but Lucifer is not fit to be the king of this universe. He’s just not. I don’t know what I have to do to get you to understand that.”
“There’s no use trying to convince me. I’m the one who’s right and you’re the one who’s wrong. If you really want to argue against me, I’m not interested. I’ll never be interested. And I don’t take kindly to being disagreed with. So, if we’re going to have a problem, just say so and I’ll kick your ass.”
“We’re going to have a problem.”
Beelzebub smirked. “You shouldn’t have said that.” His pipe then began to inhale all the sand and fumes around the area until it became completely clear. All that could be seen aside from the wasteland was a pillar of lava shooting up and splashing down into the sand behind him. “Let’s see how Barachiel, the Saint of Temperance, fares against Beelzebub, the Prince of Gluttony.”
Beelzebub flexed his entire body as a swarm of flies emerged from his skin and flew. They rushed toward Barachiel, who slid beneath the swarm and pulled the key out of his pocket, replacing it with another one. Pointing his palm at the flies, his hand bent backwards, as his arm became like a vacuum, sucking in each one. Beelzebub jumped up behind him and sent a kick at the back of his head, but he ducked just in time. When his foe landed, he kicked at his back, but merely kicked through a sand clone.
Upset, he turned around to see Beelzebub smirking. Disappearing from sight, he reappeared where he presumed was behind the demon, but was instead in front of him. “What’s the matter, can’t perceive where I am?” Beelzebub laughed as he grabbed Barachiel from behind and slammed him on the ground. He then backed away a bit and began gliding above the ground quickly in a circle around his downed adversary. Creating a sand cylinder around Barachiel, he floated higher and higher before slamming down toward the ground.
Barachiel rolled away from the attack, but was then pummeled into the ground by a dense stream of sand, which he was momentarily buried under. Within a few seconds though, he emerged from the sand and flew forward, sending a kick at Beelzebub’s chest. However, it was unsuccessful as his opponent slid to the side. He kept coming after Beelzebub. He would try to punch him in the face, but Beelzebub would simply either block the punches with the palm of his hand or lean his head to the side. Until he got fed up with blocking and dodging, and punched Barachiel straight in the chest.
Barachiel flew across the wasteland and slammed into the ground as Beelzebub appeared above him and kicked him in the chest. The ground around them impaled as the force of the kick created a large crater around them. The lava from the volcano began to fill up the area. “Better hurry up Barachiel.” Beelzebub said, floating in the air on a sand disk. “If you don’t get out of their quickly, the lava will surely melt you.”
Quickly regaining his composure, Barachiel jumped up and out of the crater, his wings expanding as he glided in the air in front of Beelzebub. “You’re much stronger than I thought you’d be.”
“What else would you expect from one of the seven demon princes, Brother Love? I didn’t get this title just for being a good friend you know? I earned it. Now, why don’t you do something to actually give me a challenge? This is getting very boring.”
“Fine. If that’s what you want.” Barachiel replaced the key in his shirt pocket with yet another one and rushed forward at Beelzebub. He punched him in the face, which sent him slamming into the ground on the other side of the crater. “Is that challenging enough for you?”
“Wow, I wasn’t expecting that. It’s amazing what a simple key can do for you. But don’t be getting cocky yet. Just because you got me one time doesn’t mean you can get mean.”
Beelzebub jumped forward and kicked at Barachiel, but he glided to the right and kicked at Beelzebub’s back. The kick wouldn’t connect though, as Beelzebub jumped off the air and backflipped over him, grabbing him from behind and punching him in the back. Barachiel flew through the sky until he was met with another punch to the chest by a teleporting Beelzebub, who then grabbed Barachiel before he could fly away and kneed him in the chest. Grabbing his hair, he then threw him to the ground.
Barachiel at that point was standing no chance. He was trying to hit Beelzebub, but he was just too fast and deceptive. He would think he was in one place, when he was really a few extra feet away and things like that. He didn’t understand how he was doing it either. Dammit, this is not good at all. Despite his decreasing confidence, Barachiel stood back up and stared the demon down. “I don’t understand where all this power is coming from.”
Beelzebub laughed. “So, you’re intimidated I see. I guess I would be too, if I was getting my ass so badly handed to me. But you should just remember, that this isn’t all on you. It doesn’t matter how strong you are, most people won’t stand a chance against me. That’s just the way it is Brother Love. If it upsets you so much, get stronger.”
“Easy for you to say, I can’t just suddenly get stronger. I mean, I can, but what good is that when you can do the exact same thing? I thought I had done enough training to fight anyone over the past five years, but apparently I was wrong.”
“Obviously, what did you think everyone else was doing in that time, sucking their thumbs? We’ve all been getting stronger too, just awaiting this day. I don’t see how you could think we would’ve been doing anything else.”
“I guess I didn’t so much not think you would as much as I was hoping you hadn’t done so much. It’s a fool’s hope really. But so much for that, I don’t really have the luxury of standing here talking about things that are of no importance now. I’m just going to have to find a way to match you.”
“Well, good luck with that.” Beelzebub said as he flew toward Barachiel and punched toward his face.
Barachiel ducked beneath the attack and slammed his palm into his opponent’s chest. He then rushed forward and tackled him to the ground. Straddling him, he punched his face repetitively, and finally got him with a headbutt. Then he stood up, grabbed Beelzebub by his shirt, and slammed him to the ground. “I guess sometimes all it takes is one good hit, yeah?”
Beelzebub stumbled up to his feet, coughing up blood, as he looked back at Barachiel. “Well Brother Love, not bad, you finally managed to get a real beatdown on me. Now if you can just do that a few dozen more times, maybe you’ll be alright.”
Barachiel sent a kick at his chest, but Beelzebub caught his leg and flipped him onto the ground. He then placed his hand on the ground and created another crater in the ground beside the bigger one. The lava from the other one started flowing into the new one, but Barachiel quickly jumped out before it could reach him. “Man, that was close.” He said before jumping at Beelzebub who jumped out of the way.
Quickly, he turned around and kicked Beelzebub in the chest. Normally, Beelzebub would have avoided such an attack, but the attacks that hit him before had slowed him down, making Barachiel a bit faster. “Well, it seems that I can’t depend on my speed anymore to get you. I guess, I’ll have to use my other tactics even though I wish I didn’t have to so soon.”
Beelzebub began to transform as his body changed in shape. His legs became four and his body became much more muscular. He stood around twenty feet tall on his four limbs and looked down at Barachiel. He had turned into a giant centaur as his voice became much bigger as well. “Well well, look what we’ve got here. A puny angel. I could squash you with one stomp now.”
Beelzebub stomped his foot on the ground as the entire ground began to shake. Barachiel tripped as the lava splashed out of the crater. He rolled out of the way quickly and managed to avoid being hit though. After doing so, he realized that he couldn’t stay in his regular form anymore either. If he wanted to stand a chance against Beelzebub, he was going to have to transform to.
And so, he did. “Here it goes.” Barachiel began to transform as well with those words as his entire body became gigantic. He turned into a four legged creature, just as Beelzebub did, but he was three times larger and four times more muscular. His body was made out of a hard brown stone as he took on the form of a giant Sphinx. His voice also became much bigger, echoing throughout the area. “It appears that we both turn into giant creatures. But which giant creature is stronger? I wonder.”
“You may be larger once again, and you may feel you’re more intimidating, but it would be foolish for you to underestimate my centaur form. But, I guess talking won’t prove anything. I’ll just have to show you.”
"The closer you get to the light, the darker your shadow becomes."
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