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— Fury of the Storm —

“With great power lied great sadness and a burden never experienced before; it was up to a strange quartet of four Warlocks to decide the fate of one so promising, yet so young; in this whirlpool of magic and madness, whose side are you on?”


Moscow, Russia – 9:00 p.m.

Lunia took a deep breath as he left the apartment with theother two Elemental Lords; the streets of Moscow were colder and covered in mists in a odd way, as if the city was meant to look mystic and frightening. The Hungarian Hellhound led both Irish Illusionist and La Cid Campeadora to a strange, dark alley near the brightest Kremlin.

“Are you sure this is the correct way?” Nathalie, the Irish Illusionist asked.

“As sure as the sun rises on the East and falls on the West.” The Hungarian Hellhound replied. “See, Necromancers are also the masters of Shadows and dread, so to speak; they do like to make darkness thicker were their lairs are set. Sometimes, they use it as a shield to their true homes, distracting their hunters and pursuers and making them either give up or get caught in their awful, bloody traps. I am here to prevent all cases and possibilities.”

The Hungarian Hellhound led them into the darkest corner of that alley, which seemed to be engulfed in thick mass of shadows; instead of finding themselves completely blinded, the trio detected a small portion of light in the end of the way: a dim, purple sphere of light lied ahead in their path.

“I hope you are right about this, Lunia…” Cynthia, the Spanish Conquistadora said. “We cannot have setbacks now.”


“We won’t.” Lunia replied with a smile. “We found one of their gates… and it seems no Necromancer is nearby to reclaim it.”


“Let’s head inside, then!” Nathalie said impatiently. “Time is of the essence!”

The other two Warlocks agreed. Lunia snapped his right hand’s fingers and created a bright, small flame, which he used to draw the Necromancer’s symbol: A skull with a snake surrounding it. He slowly drew the marking in the air near the sphere, which took the shape of the according design; a few seconds after, it started moving and turning into a dimensional vortex, in which the trio bravely entered.

A few seconds later, they were on the other side: and were fiercely met with a dozen of dark shards thrown at them, causing the Warlocks to fall on their backs.

“Damn it!” Cynthia shouted. “Nature’s Defense!

The Earth Elemental Lord tapped her hands on the ground and a massive wall of vines and stone, blocking the second wave of dark projectiles. Lunia and Nathalie slowly stood up, feeling slightly stunned.

“Let’s do this!” Nathalie declared as she clenched her fists and prepared to fight. “Celtic Lightning Circle!

Magyar Harag!

The Energy Elemental Lord snapped both hands’ fingers creating lightning, using it to draw circles which made the light spell beams increase in width, beating the black bodies of the dark, evil creatures. The Hungarian Hellhound did not fall behind and conjured a massive fire beam, which put at least three Darkness Elementals to their final deaths. Cynthia commanded her living wall to beat the remaining foes and their shards, shattering the core of their existance as the projectiles ripped through their magical essences and made them nothing more than dust in the wind.

“HAHAHAHAHAHA! I knew you would come! I knew ALL of you would come!”

The sinister, female voice echoed through the icy steppes of Siberia. The trio of Elemental Lords stared into the darkness, looking around in a way to find their true foe.

“Mary! Come out and surrender!” Cynthia growled. “It is time for you to face your fate!”

“Aaah… No, no, no, Cynthia dearest!” The voice replied, making the shadows thicken near them. “YOU are the only ones facing your demise today! Arise, Energy Overcharged Elemental!

The sky changed it’s colour to an aggressive, stormy shade of gray; the trio saw a massive bolt of lightning crossing the clouds with fury until it hit the ground, making a huge shockwave, which made the Elemental Lords be tossed in the air and fall ten meters away from the shockwave’s target. The ground opened in a fearsome roar and a massive body of pulsing electric energy came out of it, roaring to the trio as it gave them a final warning.

“What in the world…?” Lunia asked, startled.

“Leave it to me.” Natalie said as she stood up. “I am going to show Hellheim what we are truly made of. She won’t mess up with our disciple and live to tell the tale!”

Lunia and Cynthia looked at each other hesitantly; they didn’t want to leave Natalie there for what could be her certain death. However, Melchior and Antoniev would be in dire peril if they didn’t make their decision.

“Where would the entrace be?” Cynthia asked to Lunia.

“To where? Danish Demon’s lair? Underground.” The Hungarian Hellhound replied. “Maybe that crater opened by the creature be a suitable entrance to both of us…”



****

“Argh… Where… Where am I?”

Melchior finally could wake up; his body felt heavier than one thousand pounds of solid lead, and it gave him a excruciating amount of effort to open his eyes; he saw a cage made out of a strange, eerie foundation, which glew in different tones of colours as if it was responding to his own emotions and reactions. He noticed some bowls filled with a reddish liquid, which he assumed to be blood as soon as the familiar smell hit his nose.

“Oh my… Argh!” He muttled as he felt pain moving his body. “I think I’ll need a fix…”

Elemental Alchemist felt his stomach rumble as he smelled the blood on the bowls. He tried to reach them, but he felt trapped; he looked to his back and he saw a pair of chains attached to the rock solid wall; they glew in the same patterns as the cage’s bars, which made him conlcude they were all made of the same material.

Then, he heard a metallic-like sound approaching; Elemental Alchemist held back and hid in the shadows, seeing a large Darkness Elemental passing by his cage, as if it was guarding it.

“Damnit... Totally trapped.” Melchior thought in frustration. “I wonder where Antoniev is… I hope he isn’t injured or dead because of me…”

He lied low until the shadowy creature went away from his imposed chambers; when it disappeared, Melchior reached for one of the bowls and drank it all up rapidly, seeking to quench his thirst. On the meantime, he closed his eyes and tried to get some rest. As he did it, some of his best memories came to show up.

The day he met Anael and Thalas.

The day he found Kimi and reminisced about the happiest times of his early childhood.

The day he realized how nice Jasmine truly was.

The day he understood what he was and freed himself from the grasp of Lucia.

The day he was finally accepted in Mirabelle’s life as her son.

As these memories went all over his mind, Melchior felt his strength coming back to his body. Slowly but steadily his body was no longer heavy and unlikely to be moved; in fact, Elemental Alchemist started to feel stronger and more conscious of his whereabouts. He slowly opened his eyes and knelt on the gelid floor, touching the Quetzal tattoed in his body. The marking began to shine with the Elemental Bracelet altogether.

“It’s showtime!” Melchior grinned.


****


A huge bolt of lightning struck Nathalie harder than she predicted; the Irish Illusionist fell on the floor  and the snow began to burn her already injured skin.

“Ouch!” She said as she stood up. “I won’t stand for this!”

She looked to her front and saw both Cynthia and Lunia heading towards the open crater on the ground. The Elemental got distracted enough for them to jump in and disappear.

“It is you and me now!” Nathalie screamed, snaping her fingers and generating lightning.

She threw her bolts against the creature, causing it to cease advancing towards her. The Irish Illusionst then rapidly move her hand in the air, using it as a whip. The creature began roaring in anger, throwing bolts of lightning on the ground near Nathalie. She was hit on the legs and screamed loudly in pain.

As a response, she ran towards the large mass of pure energy and began hitting it with her bare fists, charging them with energy of her own. It was energy against energy as the creature was hit and became slightly crystallized in the afflicted areas. The creature decided to hit back as small shards fell out of it’s body; it materialized fists and hammered it towards Natalie’s head.

The Irish Illusionist was stunned due to the hit, and the Elemental took advantage of it, slamming its heavy fists on her torso, causing her to spit blood as the crystals ripped her light armour and her skin. When the creature charged once more, Nathalie was finally able to bounce back, holding the creature with her two arms.

“I am not done… Yet!” She growled, concentrating her power on her hands and electrocuting the elemental.

The massive creature went back, scared. Nathalie’s breathing was uneasy; her body was heavily injured due to physical strikes. The creature roared towards her and crystallized more of it’s body; moreover, it got slightly bigger than it previously were. The Irish Illusionist cleansed the blood coming out of her mouth, clenched her fingers and charged towards the creature once more.

“You won’t take us down!”

She started hitting it faster and stronger; the creature either defended itself or evaded Nathalie’s strong fists and legs; more and more of it’s shards fell on the snow, reacting with it. Nathalie hit the creature in its head, took a deep breath and blew the air into a raging mass of clouds and electricity, breaking the charged elemental’s armour and tossing it meters away.

“Ha,ha,ha,ha… You fool! You are only making it worse!” Mary Hellheim’s voice echoed on the skies.  

“Shut up!” Nathalie growled to the air. “First, I’ll take your minion down! Then, I’ll be coming for YOU, Hellheim!”

She heard static noises ahead; the creature stood up with bright, purple shards falling from it’s body. Instead of looking weaker, the massive energy elemental looked stronger than ever.
“What the hell?” Nathalie slowly said.

“There’s a reason why this Elemental is an Overcharged one.” The Danish Demon’s voice could be heard once more. “My goal here is not only to defeat you, but to take your powers… And Souls to my own purposes.”

The charged beast changed it’s shape to a familiar form: It looked like a taller, stronger and fearsome version of the Irish Illusionst herself, carrying a large claymore made of pure energy crystal matter.

“What?!” Nathalie replied. “Preposterous! I won’t let you, Hellheim!”

Nathalie ran towards her taller image, charging her fists once more; she was willing to take her own reflection down by any means necessary. She punched the hand holding the claymore, and the elemental lost its grip; she punched the elemental on the stomach, but she was quickly overtaken and hit on her stomach by the elemental, who used her knee to do so.

“Argh!” She shouted.

Her blood fell directly on the white snow, and she felt something poking through her insides; Nathalie’s breath became unstable. The creature pushed her back and ran to get its claymore. Nathalie’s hand reached the wound: she had been pierced by the overcharged creature.

The massive energy being rushed to her; the Irish Illusionist closed her eyes and pointed her hands up.

“I have no other choice…” She whispered dominated by her pain. “I am sorry, Melchior…”

Nathalie’s foe held the claymore ready to behead the Energy Elemental Lord, who gave it a fierce smile.

RAINMAKER DANCE!”

The air became agitated and two small tornadoes took place, charged with all Nathalie’s might and fury; she raced with the unstable air, running towards her foe. Energy and Energy crashed in a loud noise and heavy bang, trembling and shattering the earth nearby.

Nathalie screamed in the amidst of the white and purple mass of power; she screamed as she felt her body being torn apart by the very element she learned to love, trust and tame. She opened her eyes for the last time and witnessed the charged elemental being torn apart by its own fuel. She smiled one last time, closed her eyes and let her demise become true.

“I won’t be able to visit you, Melchior…”


****

Cynthia and Lunia looked behind; the earth above and below their heads began trembling massively. The Conquistadora lost no time and rapidly conjured a web of tangled vines to surround and protect herself and the Hungarian Hellhound. They heard the earth sliding against the vines in a loud, firghtening noise.

A few minutes later, it stopped. The tunnel corridor became just as silent as a graveyard at night.
“What was that?” Lunia whispered.

“It was… Nathalie.” Cynthia sadly replied. “I think… I think she… She’s gone, Lunia!”

Cynthia muffled a scream and tears fell from her face. Lunia came near her and gave the most caring hug he could, for he was also sad for the loss they just had.

“Hellheim won’t get away with this, I swear.” Lunia declared. “Nathalie may have fallen, but we aren’t. You, me and Antoniev will get out of here alive and well: and so will Melchior with us.”
“I don’t think so, Lunia.” Hellheim’s voice was there once more.

Cynthia and Lunia looked around and stepped back, looking for Hellheim. Once more, all they could find was darkness — and a point of no return. The corridor behind them was blocked by large chunks of earth, rock, mud and snow.

“Damnit.” Cynthia muttled. “We are trapped.”

“We must go forward.” Lunia replied. “Soloyev said Melchior and Antoniev were caught by Hellheim… We might have a chance of finding them in our way. Maybe they already freed themselves.”

“I hope you are right, Lunia…” Cynthia said, crossing her arms and staring at the blackness ahead. “I really hope so.”


****


Deep into the cave system, lied a pair of purple sealed door; behind it, an antechamber with a large library, a large, black wooden desk with a black wooden chair, a large canopy bed, decorated with fine silk and well-made linen, and a large water mirror in the middle. The environment was decorated with skull candle holders, which gave a dim light to the room. Amidst the shadows lied Mary Hellheim, with her face contemplating the waters.

She smiled as she saw what they revealed; in the snowy grounds of Siberia, there were some metallic remains of a tragic battle; crystalline purple shards scattered in the snow, with blood and unidentified human remains.

Her face and body became visible when a small, bright, lilac sphere of aether came out of the water and blurred the former vision.

“…And here it is.” Hellheim grinned. “The Soul Orb of Nathalie Soulstone, the Elemental Lord of Air, Sound and Lightning.”

The Orb landed in her hands, revealing pictures of Nathalie as a child; a Warlock raised by two full-fledged Warlocks, in a stone home near Glasgow, in a village famous for its wool and cheese. The Necromancer witnessed as Natalie came to walk, talk, write and dance for the first time. Her parent’s died when she was 15; she became a professional dancer immediately; she met Cynthia five years later and became an Elemental Lord a decade later. She witnessed the first moment Natalie opened her eyes until the moment where she came to close them for the last time.

“Quite a fighter. Her soul will be very useful to me.” Muttled the Danish Demon, putting the orb on a shelf nearby.

“Now… Let’s see who will be the next addition.”


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