Taz and Zark were standing in Veronica's office, waiting for the repercussions that would happen. Veronica hadn’t come to the office yet, and they didn’t want to piss her off by sitting and slacking. The door opened up, and one of Veronica's assistants came in with a big smile on her face and put the folder on Veronica's desk:
“You two idiots created a lot of problems for the organization. She is outraged by the problem both of you created.” The Assistant told them and walked back out of the room.
Both of them looked at each other.
“She always told me she would roast me if we made a mistake. I am starting to think she means it for real.” Taz uttered.
Zark smirked because he knew the younger investigators worried too much about getting scolded by Veronica.
“Don’t worry, child, the intel we got was terrible. Nobody told us we were investigating a massive monster. It is not our fault; I thought it was maybe some spirit.”
The door opened to the office, and both stared at the white-haired lady who looked quite angry entering the room. She sat down on the chair behind the desk and stared at them. Nobody said anything, and Taz started to sweat while Zark yawned because he was bored.
“Well, who can explain the damages of 5 million kronor?”
Zark noticed Taz was almost going to crack because of the tension in the room. Right before he said something, Zark pushed him slightly to the side with an elbow movement, so Veronicas focused on Zark.
“I will explain it to you,” Zark uttered before continuing. “So, we were contacted by one of the trainees in the organization about a spirit that may be wandering around in a university. Food had gone missing, and some students had been in accidents for the last three months. So, we cooked up a spirit ‘go to heaven or hell spell’ and brought it with us.”
“How did that go with the spell?”
“Uh…Ahm…how do I say this from a positive angle? The spirit was already gone…in some stomach. Eh...well, we tried to be flexible and found another solution but got interrupted.
“Interrupted by what?”
14 Hours Earlier…
“Did you turn off the alarm, Taz?”
“Yes”
“If the alarm goes off, I will throw you in the swamp we saw earlier.” Zark threatens Taz sarcastically.
The door opened, and they entered the university and quickly moved up the stairs to the 2nd floor. As it was nighttime, they used their phones as flashlights and started to move on the corridor, looking around.
“Didn’t the rookie tell you anything more than the 2nd floor?” Zark asked.
“Not really. The last thing that disappeared was in the library on this floor.”
Both of them kept moving and tried to find the library.
After a while, they found the door to the library and entered quietly. There was a gigantic hall with bookshelves everywhere. Zark signed with his hand that they should take each end because the view blocked the whole hall.
Zark walked with the flashlight pointing downwards to not shine up the whole place, and for a moment, he focused on the floor. When he straightened up, something with large teeth stood before him. There were no eyes, ears, or hair, but it didn't smell nice and was drooling. Zark tried to be sneaky and stepped to the side, but when the thing quickly punched him so hard, he flew to the shelves on the other side, sliding on his back to the other end, bleeding from his mouth with Taz flashing down the light on him confused.
“What happened?” Taz whispered.
“I shouldn’t have used my cheap Rax perfume. I think the smell was too much.” As he slowly got up on his feet.
Taz looked scared; it was the first time he saw a monster. A roar echoed through the library, and both looked at each other because the roar didn’t come from the potato monster. Zark made a sign with his head to Taz to run for it as both started to bolt toward the door. Zark looked back slightly and saw something on four legs approaching them quickly, with the potato head not far behind. Taz opened the door, and Zark shut it behind him, pressing with his foot to block it from opening, but a strong force kept banging toward the door as it wouldn't hold long. Taz called the rookie, who responded positively, sounding like she had a blast evening. Taz tried to sound upbeat and calm during the call to not upset her.
“Hey! Hi Sanandra!... Eh, we have a slightly different problem here. We need a spell to make something physical disappear, like something that can kill something with an appearance and not a spirit.” Taz tried to explain to her.
It was quiet on the other end of the phone when she asked:
“Why do you need a spell for physical objects? You have already made preparations for the spirit spell?” She asked questions back, and Zark got angry because the door would break at any moment.
“Open the speaker on the phone!” he told Taz as he quickly obliged.
“LISTEN TO ME! ROOKIE INVESTIGATOR. THERE IS A MONSTER SITUATION HERE. WE NEED A SPELL WITHOUT ANY NEED FOR TOOLS WITH ONLY CHANTING…NOW!” Zark screamed as the other side went quiet for a moment.
“Okay, there is one standard spell to destroy objects; I do not know if it will destroy living things, but it is the only thing I know that is also easy to do without any tools,” Sanandra explained.
“Give it to me,” Taz said, walking away from Zark. He then yelled to him, “GIVE ME 30 SECONDS TO SET THE TRAP, LEAD THEM AROUND THE CORNER.”
Zark shook his head as Taz disappeared into the corridor to the left at the end, and the upper side of the door cracked open. He knew there was no time, so he let go of the door and sprinted. The door broke quickly, and the roar echoed in the hallway. He quickly looked back, and the potato head was too slow, but the four-legged monster was fast and closing in fast on him. When he came close to the corner, he slid on the ground as four legs jumped towards him. He saw above him that the underbody of the four legs had a hand pushing towards its stomach. He quickly got up as four legs crashed into the lockers and tried to coordinate to hunt Zark. A green ring shone close to where the trap was. He closed in and jumped through the ring as it roared and jumped towards the ring and stopped midair. Zark got up, and four legs tried to use its claws towards him but could not reach him. They tried to look closer at the creature as it looked like a dinosaur had a baby with a crocodile, but the eyes were red, indicating that it may be something from Hell.
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“Why is Croco Dino floating in the air? Why doesn’t the spell send it somewhere or destroy it? “Zark asked with a worried look that the trap maybe wouldn’t hold it.
The potato head came around the corner but stopped keeping its distance. Suddenly, an annoying sound pierced the air as they fell to their knees, covering their ears in pain. Taz had crumbled in a foster position, and Zark tried to keep tabs on potato head because he didn’t have any ears as it slowly moved forward, but for some reason, keeping its distance. Four legs got pushed down on the ground, and the body swelled up and exploded black goo on both, with the green light disappearing. They slowly got up from the ground as the potato head approached them. They tried to prepare themselves for the next round when a white lightning stick pierced through it as it fell to the ground, and something looking human with white wings was staring at both of them with a smirk on its face and uttered:
“If I were a human, I would cover my eyes now!”
“CLOSE YOUR EYES TAZ!” Zark screamed out as he grabbed Taz's head, covered his eyes with his tie, and quickly covered his eyes with his arm as all windows exploded on the first and second floor, and all lockers started to melt down.
“Do not look until I say so!” Zark uttered to Taz as he knew the situation was even worse than the monsters.
“You can open your eyes now.” The winged man told them.
Zark slowly gazed forward to check if the coast was clear, knowing that the light of an angel could burn out a human's eyes and even kill the human if they wanted to.
“How can we thank you, dear angel, for your kindness in saving us humans from the monsters?”
The angel laughed at them as Zark tried to ease the situation, but he didn’t know enough about angels to understand how they thought about humans who hunt monsters.
“My name is Kenadriel! One of three Arch angels passed down the line after the Angel Samuel passed during the Valiant War as 100 prisoners escaped from Heaven. I hunt them together with the other two Arch angels here on Earth. What surprised me was seeing two of the Van Polans here; I must say you are not popular in Heaven.” He told them.
“Eh! I have not done any sins from what I know of…I think!” Taz uttered, trying to sound innocent.
Zark looked at Taz with widened eyes, indicating he wanted him to shut the Hell up.
“Interesting! You do not seem to have any information about the other two Van Polan. We know there is one rotting in prison named Berk Van Polan. Then there is the rumor of the other two, one only a teenager, but both of their names are not Van Polan, and even your leader, the Witch, does not know where they are. Oh!... We interrogated her and threw a little bit of angel dust on her. When she started to talk, we were surprised by her answers because it was not the witches who protected both of them, we could only see a letter written to her about their protection, but the letter put on her desk, she had no clue which creature or thing picking up the letters. It can even be a Demon, but we know it wasn’t a Witch protecting both of them. Both of you don’t happen to know where the older one is?” Kenadriel asked.
They both shook their heads in denial, worried how the angel would react.
“Well! I sense that neither of you has information about the other two. I have other escapees to catch.” Kenadriel said and just disappeared.
“I think we need to get out of here!” Taz uttered as both of them stared at each other. Black goo covered on them.
“No wonder they make us wear black suits; it mashes with the colors of monster blood,” Taz said sarcastically.
“Remind me never to let you do a trap spell again. We could have died, and it is the rookie's fault.
Meanwhile, in Stockholm City, Sweden…
The young man was editing his Footube video to upload his latest Paranormal video adventure that he usually was going on. His golden retriever started howling, making him lose focus on his video editing, and his beautiful blond roommate reacted quickly to the dog howling coming into the room.
“Mazden! Is everything all right? Why is Bexo howling?” She asked him, approaching Bexo and guiding him out of the room.
Mazden lost focus and looked at the beauty in front of him. He couldn’t understand how the hottest girl in high school became his roommate three months back, with both being on scholarship.
“Sorry, Melissa! I was editing my video, you know, doing the latest scary ghost video.” Mazden said and laughed, sounding slightly like a pig, chills going through her whole body.
“Oh…Okay! I will check on Baxo. He won't disturb you until you finish the work.” Melissa said, smiling, backing slowly out of the room, with Mazden just staring at her.
She took the dog to the toilet and locked the door.
“What are you doing, Baxo?” She asked the dog.
“Oh, my Braxon life! I felt an archangel coming down to Earth. The fat boy is in danger. They do not know who is protecting him, but there are risks. The idiot keeps going on these paranormal adventures, that fat ass making me go with him. Do you know how many things I have killed since this boy started his fucking ghost hunt?”
Melissa was a little bit standoffish from the hunts they went on.
“How many?” She whispered, curious about the hunts.
“67, and I meet a Groogal in these 67 hunts. Do you know how it feels to get humped from behind while putting my claws through it? It humps you even harder while it is on its way to die. Do you know how a Braxon feels going through that experience? Don’t remind me of all the porn I have to sit and watch together with him. Do you know he has watched more blond chick's porn since you moved in? Don’t get me started on the investigations for the paranormal. The guy is so fucking fat, so every time we hunt something, the guy gets out of breath after ten meters, TEN FUCKING METERS. I mean, how much junk can the bastard eat? If you are going to hunt things, you have to be in shape at least. He thinks he is outstanding. Do you know how many porn videos I had to watch with him because I happened to be in the same room?...well let me tell you. There is so much that I lost count, and it is terrible. Why don’t we get rid of him and let him die?
Both of them looked at each other as Melissa couldn’t believe a Groogal had humped Baxo.
“We can not! Both of us are cursed to help him. You know his grandfather cursed your grandfather and my father. Only the blood relative can break the cursed spell, and if he dies without us trying to keep him safe, all our relatives will die as we will see the agony of the results. I have human brothers and sisters. You have the whole Braxon clan, so we must protect him at all costs.” Melissa tried to explain to Baxo.
She couldn’t see any expression from Baxo.
“Do dogs always have the same expression?” Melissa asked.
“I am stuck in a dog suit behaving like a dog with a fat ass pervert with no interest other than ghost hunting and porn. I am crying inside but will let the happy golden retriever give you the expression.”
The whole situation in the toilet became awkward as both stopped looking at each other.
“I think maybe I got an idea, Melissa?”
“Yes, what is it!” she quickly answered.
“Well, you are a halfbreed angel. I mean, you can still feel things like humans can. How you behave as a human is great; you have all the necessary skills.”
“Yes, and what does that have to do with anything.”
“Well, I need you to stop wearing angelic clothing and be like more…a woman.” Baxo tried explaining.
“What do you mean?” She asked.
“How do I explain it not in a porn-tastic way? I need you to wear more loose, tighter pants and cleavage clothing. You have a well-grown chest size for a girl looking 17; you are much older, but you need to catch his attention more.”
Melissa was shocked at what Baxo was suggesting to her.
“That is a very unholy way to suggest Baxo. I will not, under any circumstance, yield my pureness to something unholy.”
“Look, you are only going to wear a little bit loose to get his attention, and then you keep asking if he wants to go to the gym with you. Cook some holy dishes for him…or healthy foods, then we can get him in shape. After he is in shape, we can conduct more dangerous ‘investigations’ and train him to protect himself. They will come for him one day. We must ensure he can defend himself because he is the most wanted creature in the universe; being Hunter is just an expression. The teenager can kill whoever he wants, both in Heaven and Hell. Even the likes of Lucifer or Michael would fear him if they knew he was alive and would try hunting them, well maybe not Lucifer, who is locked up in a special prison.”
Both looked at each other, still thinking but realizing it would be hard to motivate a fat teenager who is a horny 17-year-old.