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— La Cid Campeadora! —

Antoniev found it harder to breathe as he followed the glowing dim purple road ahead; he had no idea of the time passed since he woke up and decided to go after his newest pupil. He only knew for sure that Melchior had to be somewhere inside that treacherous lair where Mary Hellheim reigned.


“He has to be here. I know he is here.” The Ice Elemental Lord thought with a great deal of concern. “I just hope he is still alive. I don’t think Mary would go as far as…”. He shook is head, trying to get rid of the bad thought he just had. 


As he continued to walk, Antoniev felt the soil somewhat smoother to step on; he stopped walking and took a deep breath. He then heard a loud shriek coming from behind and got hit by a sturdy projectile,  which made him brutally fall on the ground. He gasped as he stood up, feeling his upper body unusually heavier.

“Damn it!”He muttered. “Show yourself, Hellheim!”

He heard a familiar laughter echoing on the scenario; however, instead of seeing The Danish Demon, he saw two large Darkness Elementals creeping from the corridor’s walls, revealing large, sharp claws. The Ice Elemental Lord took another deep breath and decided to withstand the opponents at hand.

“I have to get rid of them. Fast.” He thought. “Every second I lose here is one second less for Melchior to live.”. He took a deep breath a blew the coldest breath he managed to conjure, freezing the Elementals. Then, he rapidly removed his daggers from their sheaths and sliced the foul creatures down, making them shatter and become nothing more than purple dust in the steady winds. That dust, however, was far from being harmless. Soon, Antoniev would learn more about that…

                                                   

***


“The air is… Changed. Something is odd in here.”

Lunia lit a small ball of flames in one of his hands to give better directions; the air inside the cavern system was barely moving and it felt oddly heavier to breathe. Lunia and Cynthia kept moving through; it didn’t take long for them to find themselves in an antechamber filled with Darkness and Void Elementals. Lunia rapidly blew his flames away and hid with Cythia.

The Elementals didn’t seem to notice their presence there; in fact, the ethereal beings were occupied with odd tasks, such as moving stranged objects carved in obsidian from one side to the other. Moreover, they were whispering in a language far from comprehension as if they were excited about something yet to come.

“This isn’t good…”. Lunia whispered. “This is far from good.”

“What do you mean?”. Cynthia whispered.

“I… I think I know what they are up to.” Lunia whispered in return. “What Hellheim might be up to, I mean. They are saying something about… Spirit channeling or something…”

A loud shriek interrupted Lunia; the Elementals noticed the Elemental Lords’ presence and prepared themselves to charge ahead; Lunia engulfed his hands in fire and ran towards the shadowy beings, punching any in his way.

“Here we go!“. Cynthia growled. “Earth, lend me your strength!”

She conjured vine ropes, tangled tight enough to become a pair of whips in her hands. She charged too and started smashing the darkness against the wall, pushing them back as they screamed loud in agony.

Some of the Elementals showed their claws and struck back, ripping parts of their clothes and skins apart; Warlock blood was spilt on the floor as Hellheim’s minions began to push them back, replacing Lunia’s light for the darkness of their essences. Lunia took a deep breath and blew a large line of yellowish fire and the painful shrieks rose again as the Elementals felt their darkened bodies burning in bright light.

Some began running towards the small entrances on the wall; others, however, stood in their ground trying to absorb Lunia’s magic.

“Magyar Harag!” Lunia scremed, throwing a large fireball against the Elemental group.

Cynthia used her vines to hold some of the Elementals on the ground. Then, she stomped the floor, rising large chunks of solid rock, which she threw against the foul creatures, disassembling their matter.

However, each time Lunia and Cynthia managed to destroy the Elementals, more seemed to come. The Elemental Lords kept conjuring earth and fire to do their bidding against the foul forces of the Danish Necromancer, without noticing a change in their environment: the ground began to tremble.

“What the…?” Lunia said at the verge of losing equilibrium. “Is the ground…?”

“Lunia… I think it is round two now.” Cynthia said with concern in her voice. “Find a safe way and go!”

“What?! No!” Lunia objected. "I am not going to leave you here!”

“At least one of us must find and help Antoniev! Go!” Cynthia asked agitated. “Tierra!

The Earth Elemental Lord used her powers to raise a large wall of vines, blocking the Darkness Elementals’ advance and leading Lunia through a safeway.

Now!”She growled while holding the wall. 


Lunia nodded and ran towards the safeway created by Cynthia; the Hungarian Hellhound ran towards the darkness without looking back. When Cynthia lost sight of Lunia, she rapidly moved the vines towards the cavern system in where Lunia entered, sealing the passage. As she did it, she felt the ground trembling and pounding once more, and the Darkness Elementals in the hall disappeared, revealing another kind of Elemental there.

Arise, Earth Overcharged Elemental!” The Danish Demon’s voice echoed in the antechamber, revealing Cynthia’s newest foe.

It was a large creature made of mud, rock and purple glowing stones; it growled to Cynthia and the fierce vocals echoed through the other cave systems. At that point, Antoniev hear the noise coming from behind and looked to the shadows seeing nothing. Cynthia took a deep breath and conjured stone to cover her fists and torso, creating a natural armor.

“Let’s do this… For Nathalie!” She growled in anger.

Cynthia ran towards the creature and got smashed by it; her body was mercilessly slammed against the stony walls and shards of pebble and rock flew on the door. She felt blood rushing through her mouth and ribs being broken along with her rocky armor; the Elemental Lord stood up and conjured more stone and raced to the creature. This time, however, she hit it hard, causing parts of the mud to crystallize in a light green color and fall from its body.

“You won’t beat me, Hellheim!” Cynthia growled, punching the Earth Overcharged Elemental faster and fiercer than before. “I’ll never surrender!”

Cynthia kept punching and kicking the Overcharged Elemental with all her might; the creature began to crystallize in several points. However, it got increasingly angry and began to fought the Earth Elemental Lord, slamming its stone and mud fists against Cynthia.

“Surrender, Cynthia…” Hellheim’s voice echoed in the antechamber again. “I have Nathalie’s soul already… She lost her battle and so will you! Your soul will be mine!”

Her blood spilled on the floor and she fell on her knees.

“I…I will never…Ever…Give up!” Cynthia gasped, spitting blood on the floor. “I…Will…Shatter your…Forsaken creation!”

Cynthia stood up and held the creature’s punch with her hands; her body was incredibly wounded and her strength was beginning to fade. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath.

Restoration!” She said in an oddly soothe tone and her wounds began to heal.

“It is useless, Cynthia de Las Asturias…” The Danish Demon’s voice was in the antechamber again. “I’ll get all your souls and cast your bodies in the void… Give up and your death will be less painful…”

Cynthia growled in anger and started to push the Elemental’s fist; the creature then stomped the ground, making the Spanish Conquistadora fall on her knees again and punched her ribs with its free hand and the Elemental Lord was slammed once more against the wall.

Once more Cynthia struggled to get up; she punched the ground and made a new armor to herself. The Overcharged Elemental kept advancing in a slower pace, festering in Cynthia’s struggle. The Spanish Conquistadora finally stood up and lifted her left leg ready to make her strongest move.

Spanish Tree Torada!” She screamed and began moving her skirt in the traditional ways of the Flamenco, stomping on the ground with all her might and magic.

The ground was lifted and shaped in the form of large wooden, horned bulls who charged towards the Earth Overcharged Elemental, crushing it to dust. Cynthia gasped incredibly tired and fell on her knees; the bulls, however, did no disappear: they absorbed the Elemental’s charge and began to crawl up the antechamber’s roof.

“Oh no…” Cynthia whispered. “They are… Bouncing back…”

That said, the magical bulls fell and struck Cynthia with more power her body could withstand; the Spanish Conquistadora loudly screamed in pain as her body was mercilessly impaled and shattered by wood and stone. She opened her eyes for the last time and they lost their life spark; light green wooden like stalagtites were holding her body slightly above the ground; her shoulders and wrists were pierced, and so were her thighs, legs, ankles and he upper body; her clothes were torn and all the impaled limbs were separated from the body and shattered, making that one very gruesome scene to witness.


Her lips were still red and an eerie light green orb came out of her chest, floating away.


****


“Cynthia!”

Lunia looked back and felt the air escaping from his lungs; the air was harder to breathe and felt somewhat toxic.

“She’s gone, Lunia…” Mary Hellheim’s voice echoed through the dark corridor. “She lost against her own Element.”

“Why?!” The Hungarian Hellhound growled in pain and out of anger. “Why do you keep doing this?! What do you want from us?!”

 “Isn’t it obvious?” Mary’s voice replied. “I want to unleash and hold a power unknown even to Warlocks, and your souls are the key for me to get it.”

Lunia stopped and stared the darkness with horror stamped in his face.

“Oh… So you heard the whispers from the Elementals…” Mary Hellheim said with a grin laughter. “You know what the depths of these tunnels hold… And you certainly are going to help me with it.”

“No!” Lunia strongly objected. “I am not going to be your puppet!”

“Yes…You are.” Mary Hellheim’s voice sounded strangely soothing at that time. “You were once and you’ll be another time. Then, in the end, your soul will serve me just fine…”

Lunia rushed through the darkness within; he felt as if there were vines in his way, cutting through his already injured skin; he angrily snapped his fingers and laid fire in the dark grapevine conjured by Danish Demon and ran through the raging iluminated way seeking revenge for his friends’ deaths. Even though it was harder and harder to breathe as he moved, he continued his race in the cursed tunnel, hoping to find Antoniev and Melchior alive.


****


Hellheim grinned in pleasure as she witnessed the appearance of another Soul Sphere in her antechamber; the light green glow of Cynthia’s soul was a beautiful image to gaze upon. Mary Hellheim approached the water mirror to see what the Sphere had to reveal.

“Hello, Spanish Conquistadora…”

The sphere revealed a whole undiscovered Cynthia; born in Valencia, she was raised by her father, for her mother died in labor. Her father was a well-known geologist and the previous Earth Elemental Lord and taught Cynthia everything he knew. However, he was a jealous man and died soon after Cynthia’s wedding, which he never attended and broke his daughter’s heart. She met Nathalie in a Warlock coven and eventually enhanced her studies; she was once pregnant, but miscarried after a fight against other Earth Warlocks, which was one of the reasons to be abandoned by her husband. She lived most of her Warlock life alone, and happened to die alone.

“Ah… What a sad, yet beautiful story…” Mary Hellheim said as she grabbed the soul sphere. “Your soul will be well cared and used, Cynthia… You can be assured of that.”

That said, she put the Soul Sphere next to Nathalie’s and then turned her attention to the water mirror once more.

“Now…Which one will it be?” She asked herself in a condescent way, grinning at the reflections provided by the massive water mirror. “Melchior, Lunia or Antoniev?”


To be Continued…

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