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The Blue Moon Knights -- Chapter One Hundred Fifteen
Posted by Iridium Blade at Tuesday, July 05, 2016
— Puppet Master! —
“Oh god…I
hate this…”
Soloyev
woke up in pain, having no idea of which day it was; the Russian Warlock
crawled from his bed to the kitchen, trying to get something to eat. He didn’t
remember much of the past few days; at best, his memory went to the events of
the dreadful night in which Melchior and Antoniev were abducted.
He stood up
and tried to make himself some breakfast. As he tried to cook, he reminisced
about the past few days and ways of how could he have prevented the whole
situation. Had he warned Antoniev to stay in Moscow and train Melchior there,
they wouldn’t have been kidnapped. Another solution would have been teaching
him Water first and then Ice, or even had let Melchior rest and recover for a
few more days instead of rushing his training in Siberia.
“If I were
an Elemental Lord… I could have helped.” Soloyed sadly thought. “I wouldn’t
have been so useless…”
The blonde
Russian looked at his counter’s top; an old telephone was there. He looked at
it with sad eyes, waiting for someone to give him a call. He hoped his friends
would eventually call and tell him good news, but it never happened. It was
never going to happen. He had no idea but at that point two of the most
powerful Warlocks he knew were dead and their souls were unable to rest.
“Maybe they
just need more time.” Soloyed thought as he grabbed his breakfast and slowly
went back to his room. “They will make it. I know they will… At least, I hope
they do.”
Soloyev
went back to his room, slowly sat in his bed and started eating; even the
smallest amounts of food went down to his throat as razor edges cutting through
unprotected flesh, causing him a lot of pain. Yet, he forced himself to eat and
drink something; after that agonizing meal, he went back to sleep, hoping to
find all his friends in his dreams.
****
Melchior
was ready; he felt ready, at last. His uniform was deeply changed, thanks to
the Vampiric Crest given by his father. He was wearing an Obsidian armor
protecting his torso, Judas-coloured puffy legs, a pair of black leather boots
and gloves, a long black cape with silver and grenade ornaments and a silver
scepter with a purple and grenade crystal ball adorned with a silver bat
holding it in its place. He felt invigorated and his skin recovered its colour.
“Now… It is
time for my revenge against the Necromancer!” Melchior thought with a grin
smile.
He closed
his eyes and placed the scepter in front of him; then, he concentrated his mana
into the crystal ball and threw the energy against the chains which held him.
He effortlessly broke them and the remaining pieces crumbled into lilac dust,
which was spread in the air. The sound generated by Melchior’s strike caught
the Elemental’s attention. He grinned.
“Showtime!”
He thought. “Out of my way, vermin!” He shouted, pointing the scepter towards
the gruesome bars of his cell, blasting them and causing the shards to pierce
all Elementals in his way.
As the
creatures started melting down and falling apart, Melchior took the extra bowl
of blood and drank it completely; when he was done, he threw the bowl on the
forsaken ground and rushed out of the prison, looking for a way to find
Antoniev still alive.
His
antechamber was filled with purple crystal shards and bone remains; he took a
look around and whispers were heard. Voices which sounded awkwardly familiar.
“What’s
happening?” Melchior whispered, intrigued.
“I have no
other choice… I am sorry, Melchior…”. It was Nathalie’s voice, echoing.
“Nathalie?”.
Melchior asked, startled.
“She is
gone… Melchior.” It was Mary Hellheim’s voice in the air filled with contempt
and despise. “And so is Cynthia too. Soon, Lunia and Antoniev will meet their
fates… And there will be nothing you will be able to do to stop me.”
“Why? Why?!”
Melchior asked as he tried to advance further in the dark. “Why do you prey on
their lives?! What’s wrong with you?!”
“Ah… Such
special creature.”. Hellheim replied with contempt. “Yet, you have no idea of
how powerful your soul and body are. You see… I have special designs for each
and every one of you. This world has no use for the Light it carries… And soon
I’ll give it an end once and for all. Enjoy your last minutes, Melchior.”
“I won’t
let you!” Melchior objected. “I’ll end your life, Mary Hellheim! Mark my words!”
“Oh…
Threatening me, Half-Breed?”. Mary’s voice echoed once more. “You shouldn’t go
down this road, lad… You see, I believe there’s a Hellhound after you… And I
don’t think you’ll want to be where you are when he catches you…. Hahahahaha!”
Elemental
Alchemist’s countenance was taken by despair; he had to get out of that place
as soon as possible. “Had she gotten Lunia again?!”. He thought as he began to
run. “Damn it! Damn it! If he catches Antoniev, he might…”.
The
Salvadorian hero rushed in his way out the antechamber, stepping on the broken
bones and shattered shards that gave him a path through that horrible tunnel
system; he held his scepter as hard as he could, hoping that his assumption
would be wrong. He hoped Lunia was able to fight Mary Hellheim’s control once
more…
****
“Hello?!
Anyone here?!”
Finally
Antoniev could start seeing more light in that horrible place; as the place
became brighter, he could see of what the wall were made of: stones and
corpses. He felt disgusted and stepped away from the windows. Some parts of the
bodies were sticking up from the walls, as if they were trying to grip Antoniev
and drag him to the walls as well.
“Disgusting!
Repulsive way of magic!” Antoniev shouted, freezing some of the wands that
insisted on trying to get him.
He then
started to hear the sound of something burning anf breaking in the end of the
foul hall. He then grasped for his daggers, preparing himself to some sort of
combat.
“Someone
there?!” He shouted. “You better show up at once! I am sick of these games,
Hellheim!”
“Me too.”
Antoniev
froze in his stand; someone replied, but it wasn’t Hellheim’s voice as he
thought. It was a male voice. The Ice Elemental Lord held his daggers tighter
as he saw another Warlock appearing in the halls. It was Lunia; however, he
looked touched by undeath; his eyes were blackened and his iris were blood-red
coloured and glowing brightly in the dark. His body was also surrounded by a
foul, dark aura.
“Lunia?!”
Antoniev asked. “What the hell happened to you?!”
“It’s done.”
Lunia coldly replied. “Cynthia and Nathalie are gone… She took their souls… Her
schemes will be completed. Now… It will be your turn to surrender your soul to
her!”
Lunia took
a deep breath and spitted a large line of blaze towards Antoniev, who screamed
in agony as the flames touched his skin. At that moment, Melchior heard the
screams and followed the creepy path where he found Antoniev and Lunia fighting
against each other.
“Oh no! She
took him!”
To be
Continued…
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