The fireplace crackles, shooting small sparks out to the rug, the once blown out candles have now been revived: Leon Bolverkr has been revived, but his expression was as cold and disappointed as ever before. Jack waited on what Sarah’s father would say or do next, yet his stare was locked onto Samantha who stood with her arms crossed in front of her. She seemed calm, and with the small grin on her face, she appeared genuinely happy to see her husband alive again. Leon continued coldly staring at his wife as he carefully sat up from his tomb, but not without his muscles jittering or having to grunt in pain.
“We-Welcome back, Leon.” Jack said, breaking the silence.
Leon rubbed the back of his neck, and let out a deep disappointed sigh.
“Huh…” he replied.
Jack patted himself, and reached into his pockets. He pulled out his phone, and began scrolling.
“I-I just wanted to show you my efforts in my search for Sarah.”
Leon put his hand up, and waved.
“No need to show me, I’m here, and it’s my responsibility now to find my daughter.”
Leon kept rubbing, and grunted.
“Since that was the reason for my resurrection, isn’t it?”
He squinted his bloodshot eyes, and frowned.
“Abyzou…”
He sounded pissed, yet his voice was gentle.
“Tch, and here I thought you might’ve changed a bit. You fooled me yet again, heartless bitch.”
Samantha hadn’t changed her expression, but bowed her head, keeping quiet.
“What…ever, I’m just a useless vessel, a tool for her to use for her greedy ambition.”
Leon turned his body, his feet finally touching the carpet, he continued rubbing his neck until he cracked it. He brought his arms forward, rested them on his bent knees, and had his head down.
“Jack, could you come closer,” he said.
Jack moaned, but went up to Leon, and stood next to him.
“What’s up, Leon?”
Jack could feel Leon’s tense aura, but he could see just how upset the man was after being resurrected.
“Be careful on who you trust.”
Jack moaned.
“The past, the new, whoever it may be, will one day come back to bite you if you’re not careful. Otherwise, you’ll end up like me.”
The young man completely understood what Leon’s saying to him and took it to heart. He nodded, and looked back at his past for the moment. He has yet to be killed by someone close to him. Feeling that one day it might happen to him, Jack’s thinking of solutions and playing scenarios in his head how it’ll happen: Will Angela, the real one, turn on him someday? Perhaps his closest friends ratted him out because of his ruthless actions? Maybe Eric will one day put an end to his life if Jack goes too far with his ruthless nature. Thinking of all these scenarios gave him a sudden headache, and he rubbed his head. Leon lightly chuckled as he watched Jack play out these scenes in his clouded mind.
“Despite your past, you’re still a kind man, Jack Samr.”
Jack stopped, and couldn’t agree to that.
“Just because I help out those closest to me still doesn’t mean I’m a good person. No matter how you look at it, my actions will always leave a permanent mark on who I am today; A terrible human being who deserves the path he walks.”
Leon frowned, and shifted his head to Samantha again.
“Nonsense, when the most terrible being to exist stands before us.”
Samantha’s fingers twitched, but she remained calm and softly grinning.
“No one will ever top on what actions she has enacted. No matter the deed, as positive, light hearted, manipulative it may be, this woman who’s now my ex-wife will forever live in infamy as the worst thing to ever live.”
Samantha’s grin faded, and her face turned still. Jack could see the change in her body language, and for once, saw that his words were having an affect on her. This surprised him, and Jack wanted to see more.
“R-Right, there’s no denying that Samantha’s evil, Leon.” Jack said.
Leon hunched forward, and coughed.
“Evil is a word too generous to label her. Not even calling her a demon is good enough to print that on her. She’s the embodiment of hate, greed, but most of all, Envy.”
Samantha turned away for a moment, and put her hand over her mouth. Leon grabbed his shoulder, and stretched his arm. After a moment of silence, Samantha regained her composure and walked up to the two men. With stillness permanent on her face, she looked down at Leon, and carefully, gently, put her tiny hand on his head. Leon paused, and eased his arm down. Jack felt awful watching since he was being entertained with their interaction.
Samantha seductively blinked, and patted Leon.
“You don’t have much time, she needs you, Leon.”
Leon smacked his lips, and smacked her hand away.
“Whatever…”
Samantha grabbed her hand.
“Yeah, I guess so. Just make sure she comes back to me, unscathed and alive.” she said.
Leon sighed, and struggled back on his feet, towering Samantha.
“I got you I got you, vile bitch.”
Samantha lowered her head, rubbing her hand.
“Again with that word…” she murmured.
“I mean, that’s all the reason why you revived me, didn’t you? To use me like you always have. I know I’m free of your contract, but I can’t think of anything else to justify your action for resurrecting me.”
Samantha raised a clenched fist, and gently slammed it against his chest.
“You-you’re right…”
The hesitation in her voice surprised Leon. He moaned and watched as she slowly brought her gaze back to his. Her platinum eyes locked onto his blue eyes, and the expression on her face was one he’d never imagined he’d ever seen on the woman who’s tortured his life for twenty years.
Her eyes were glistening, the bottom of her lip bouncing, Samantha quickly covered her mouth for a moment, and dropped her hand. She took a breath, wiped her eyes, and forcefully giggled.
“As you said, I’m just a heartless bitch who only cares for herself.”
She turned around so the two wouldn’t see the one tear that managed to slip out the corner of her eye.
“Hurry and get her back. There’s not much time, and please bring her back safe, Leon.”
She began walking away, and Leon quickly limped his way to catch her. He grabbed her hand, and he felt her hand shaking, and it caught him off guard so much he immediately let go.
“There’s nothing else for me to say, Leon. I brought you back for a reason, and that’s to return my daughter back to where she belongs.”
Samantha blinked and her eyes were crimson.
“Back in me.”
Leon gasped beneath his breath, and Samantha walked up the stairs and closed the door behind her.
He stood there, confused, limped, and shocked.
“What’s gotten into that woman?”
Jack was by his side, and also looked up at the door.
“I wonder too, Leon.”
Leon limped up a step, and grabbed his abdomen.
“Whatever, let's just get outside and go find my daughter. As she said, we don’t have much time.”
“Woah woah, you’re barely alive and moving. Don’t you want to just sit back and chill for a day?”
Leon chuckled.
“Surprising coming from the young man who’d also do the same if he were in my shoes right now.”
Jack grinned.
“You’re right. I would be the same right now. Even if I lost an arm, leg, or became crippled, it’d do me no good to just lay my ass and recover.”
Leon nodded, and started going up the stairs.
“Atta boy. Come on, I got something that might help me get at least half my strength back. I’m barely running at a near empty tank.”
Jack decided to help Leon get up the stairs until they reached the door. Once he opened the door, Leon limped away for a moment to the side. Jack on the other hand went to the living room to wait, thinking of what their next move might be.
Leon was in the kitchen, and going past and into a seating area, he glanced out the porch slide door and spotted Samantha seated on a wooden swing. She was gazing forward, and the day wasn’t shining, rather it was dimmed and grey. Leon furrowed his brows and grew curious as to why Samantha’s acting so differently. To get an answer to his curiosity, he slid the door open, and stepped out for a moment. He got his first taste of resurrection, and it smelled like iron, which made him worry for his daughters safety even more. Samantha heard the slide collide with wood, but paid no attention to him. In her grasp was a flower, a bright Peony, and it was the only thing keeping a grin on her saddened face.
Leon shook his head before speaking.
“If it weren’t for you reaching down from the heavens, and your voice, I would’ve chosen my demise, burning in the fiery pits of hell.”
Samantha gasped, and had come to a pause. The rope of the swing creaked, and she mildly turned her head, enough for him to see the side of her shadowed face.
“The gates of hell were ready to take me, but Sarah’s my reason for coming back to the world of living. I don’t care if you forced me back here, my daughter’s the most important thing in the world, and I’ll give my life again to see her smile again.”
Leon stepped back inside, and slid the door closed. Samantha blinked a couple of times to comprehend what he meant. She was actually confused, and brought the flower up to her eyes.
“But I didn’t reach down to grab him? Nor did I speak into his mind, I was too busy mourning.”
She squinted her eyes at the flower, and frowned.
“Someone else must’ve brought him back.”
Samantha’s eyes glowed crimson, and the flower disintegrated.
“The question is… who did?”
After fifteen minutes had passed, Jack and Leon were outside. Leon was closing his front door behind him, for some odd reason, it was cold, and they could see their breaths.
“Why the hell is it cold? We’re still in summer?” Jack said.
Leon locked the door, and put his keys in his pocket.
“Something’s brewing, and it has Ravana written all over it.”
Jack wondered who he was speaking about, but remembered who: The day that man with the same eyes as Sarah walked out the back of the store she worked part-time before the betrayal.
“And he’s probably not alone. That damn cult he created is up to something, and it’s going to be the end of us all if we don’t do something about it.”
Jack chuckled.
“Like that’s going to ever happen.”
“Hmph, confident are we? What makes you say that without a worry, young man?”
Jack pointed to the sky.
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“William.”
Leon groaned.
“Oh yeah, and his bastard of a assistant Archard.”
While the two were paused for a moment, they heard a vehicle’s tires screeching. Jack quickly turned around and saw the same black SUV drive, the one that suddenly appears every time he’s near Sarah drive off in the distance.
“Son of a bitch.”
Leon squinted his eyes at the black SUV.
“What? Gang related?”
Jack shook his head, and brought out his handgun.
“No, it’s that damn Tahoe. It’s been eerily around whenever I was around Sarah and company.”
Leon leaned forward.
“Mm, you’re right. I can sense something supernatural inside the vehicle.”
Jack unloaded his handgun to make sure he was loaded.
“I’m growing tired of it. Next time I see it, whoever’s in there is going to answer our curiosities.”
Leon proceeded forward.
“If they have some connection to my past friends, then I’m with you.”
The young man inserted the mag, cocked his gun, and raised it to the side of his face.
“I hope she’s okay. I still feel at fault for your death and her kidnapping.”
Leon put his hand on Jack’s arm, lowering it.
“Young man, you did what you could, and that’s all that matters. We all did, and now, it’s our turn to get her back. Plus, I want to be the one to end Ravana’s hotheaded ego.”
Jack smiled, and looked forward.
“You know Leon, I’m not sure if anyone ever told you, but Sarah’s lucky to have a father like you.”
Leon silently gasped, and felt his heart pound. Yet, his face only showed confusion, and curiosity to the young man.
“Let's get going. I feel a signal straight ahead.”
“Wait? You know where to go!”
Leon scanned the area, and sensed a faint sensation of mana from the southern direction of their area.
“Of course. The sky, the air, everything’s leading to the direction I’m aiming at.”
Jack smacked his teeth.
“And to think Samantha could’ve done the same.”
Leon stepped forward.
“Even if she could, I doubt she’d ever do anything since William’s always watching.”
Jack remembered what John had told him. The explanation of Samantha’s actions falling into the hands of the great William H. Christ.
“Right, so I guess you have to be careful on how much destruction you cause to not get his attention too?”
Leon nodded and proceeded to walk.
“Correct, which is why we’re going to walk instead.”
“Walk?! Dude, let's just walk to my house real quick. We can borrow my uncle's car.”
Leon grinned.
“Don’t want to exercise, huh big guy?”
“You’re pretty nonchalant and energetic for a guy who’s barely been alive for an hour.”
“Really now? That’s unfortunate.”
“Why’s that?”
Leon could sense his mana returning, but unfortunately, not at the rate he’d wish it to be.
“Because once I see those bastards, you’ll see a side of me I haven't shown in years.”
Jack gulped.
“Like the time when you went berserk when you thought Sarah was hurt?”
“No, even worse.”
The thought alone made Jack’s knees weak. He tucked away his gun, Leon cracked his neck, and the two proceeded forward in the direction of energy that Leon had sensed.
“What did you do to get some mana back?” Jack asked as they walked into the public street.
Leon closed his gate behind him.
“A potion Samantha gave me for our first wedding anniversary.”
“Oh?! What the hell, potion? Like out of a fairytale or some shit?”
Leon rolled his eyes.
“No you dunce, remember she’s a Witch. She gave it to me and told me someday it would be of us when I meet death's doorstep.”
Jack wondered what that meant and crossed his arms.
“That woman's full of mystery, isn’t she?”
Leon furrowed his brows.
“You have no idea, Jack Samr.”
Jack chuckled and so did Leon. Their determination, their faith was clear as day, and with Leon back alive and being on Jack’s side, the young man felt confident in getting Sarah back. The sky gleamed of dread, uncertainty, despite the dreary atmosphere, it wasn’t going to stop their hope to get Sarah back. No matter the odds, whatever brewing in the direction where Sarah’s at, they’re ready to face it head on without any thought of dying in their mind.
***
It’s late, the day’s coming to an end, nights dawning, and poor Sarah remains in her dirt metal prison. Laying on the bed, facing the cieling, she couldn’t help but drag her hands over her face in frustration. Ravana was present, reading a book as he was behind, his back facing the cell bars. Sarah let out a small groan, and sat up, looking to Ravana’s backside. Just seeing him so calm, and casual made her roll her eyes in anger.
“Hey, I have a question for you.” she said.
Ravana flipped a page, and looked over his shoulder.
“Speaking finally, are we? By all means, ask away, gorgeous.”
Sarah grabbed the collar of her shirt.
“Wh…at makes you so sure I’m Samantha?”
Ravana gasped, and shut the book close. He put his full attention on Sarah, and his eyes were filled with joy.
“I have so much to tell! Are you ready to refill your clouded mind?!”
Sarah nodded, and Ravana smiled.
“Alright alright, uh, this is a little embarrassing so I’ll start off when we first engage in a normal conversation. One I remembered very dearly.”
Ravana sat down, and the book he was reading flew up to the air, flipping itself open. Sarah’s eyes were flashed by a gold light. Once the light had dimmed down, she saw that they were in a setting her memories could realise off the rip. Her jaw dropped as she saw the courtyard, people, entities of all kinds walking around. Ravana walked up to her, and Sarah still had her collar gripped.
“Wh-where are we?”
Ravana spread his thin arms out.
“Well, you asked, and I have given. We are inside my memories, Samantha.”
Sarah knew she couldn’t try something as bold as attacking the guy. It’s his world, and his mind. She could still sense the weakness that keeps her prison behind her cell wrapped around her body. She felt like a normal human for once. Starting to wander around, she spotted her mother sitting beneath a tree, reading a familiar black book.
“That book, it’s like the one she would read to me when I was young.” Sarah said.
Seeing the image of what Ravana remembers of her mother had her beyond speechless. What he described of how he remembered her mother is exactly to what she looks like now, except the bangs that separate the two’s identities.
“Mo…m?” she muttered.
Sarah walked forward a bit, but an invisible barrier made her bump her head, which she yelped and grabbed her forehead.
“Ouch…”
“Look, it’s happening!” Ravana exclaimed.
From the side of the courtyard, a younger version of him came from around the corner, and nervously began to approach her mother. He stumbled his footing for a bit, but managed to control his nervous nature to play it cool for the most mysterious yet gorgeous woman in the academy if not the world. Stopping a foot from where she still has her eyes locked onto the black book, Ravana cleared his throat, and took a bow.
“Greetings! I couldn’t help but wonder why such a lovely, elegant woman such as yourself is alone again.”
She paid no attention to him, and flipped a page.
He forced a chuckle, cleared his throat again.
“Wh-whatcha reading there?”
She kept reading, raising her right arm, and leaning her head on her raised hand.
Ravana grew more nervous, turning red, and letting the steam out from in his shirt. He stood straight, and scratched the back on his neck.
“I-I don’t want to be a bother, but I’m just curious about you. I don’t want you to think that I’m annoying.”
Samantha blinked, and let out a quick sigh.
“Persistent, are we?” she replied.
Her voice had sparked life inside of him. The tone, how soft, gentle it was to one's ears made Ravana almost drop to his knees. He began to shake, but wiggled it off, pretending to stretch.
“Hey, I’m just trying to start a conversation, that’s all.”
“Hmm.”
Samantha closed her book, and rested it on her crossed lap.
“What do you actually intend for this conversation to carry on?”
Ravana stopped his play stretching, and shrugged.
“Can I not be interested in someone whom I haven’t seen at this God forsaken acedemy.”
She tilted her head, and grinned.
“Hm, very well then. I’ll begin by asking for your name since this is…”
“Our fourth interaction.”
“Oh, you kept track. Kinda creepy if you ask me.”
Ravana closed the distance between them and nervously chuckled.
“Sorry for being so formal towards you, but it’s just that, your presence forces me to.”
He put his arm across his chest, and kneeled.
“I am Ravana, a Witch in practice for more than just nature's teachings.”
Samantha squinted an eye, but out of curiosity.
“More than nature's ways? In what meaning do you intend for that?”
Ravana demonstrated what he meant by pointing his palm to the sky. The atmosphere grew dire, dreary yet moist. At first Samantha thought he was just making the environment humid until the sky split open. A huge stream of electricity came out, and the skies were scorched a blaze for a moment. He couldn’t hold up his spell for long and gave out. He blew hot air out his breath, and coughed violently.
“Da-damn it, still practicing.”
Samantha wasn’t too impressed and only let out a sigh.
“Mm, interesting display.” she said in a sarcastic tone.
Ravana got nervous, and turned red.
“W-wait! There's more!”
In a small panic, Ravana casted more spells but everything that he showed from tall grass attacking fellow students, trees shooting plasma to clouds shooting down from the heavens and morphing into clouded beings and reeking havoc still didn’t impress her. She opened her book again, going back to where she left off. As Ravana continued casting spells, everything was still in chaos, the sound of one clap made his magic and powers mean nothing. A giant wind blew away his mess, and the source of that sound barrier breaking clap was a tall man with blonde hair and blue eyes. His stone cold stare, yet chilled nature got Samantha’s attention. Immediately, her eyes sparkled and the man brushed dirt off his shoulder. From the looks of how he’s walking, he was coming their way.
“Ravana, what’s with all your ruckus?” he said.
Stopping in front of them, Samantha had an adoring smile, one that would have any man fall for them.
“Hi.” she said.
The young man jumped a little, but averted his gaze from her. She giggled in response while Ravana grew a little envious.
“What are you doing here, Leon?”
He sighed, and shrugged.
“I-I was just walking by when I noticed you were causing a damn scene. What for, exactly?”
Ravana again posed, and created more spells to impress Samantha. But her attention was permanent on Leon, and he could feel her marvelous gaze swallowing his soul. Ravana could mildly see from the shaking around his finger tips.
“Oh?” Ravana whispered.
He raised a brow, grabbed his chin, and went up to Leon.
“You okay, Mr. hardass?”
Leon smacked his teeth.
“What’s with the smug attitude all of a sudden?”
“Oh, it’s nothing. Only curiosity has my insights on full alert, that’s all.”
Samantha got up, patted herself, and got in between them. Ravana was forced to the side while she stood in front of Leon, who once again averted his gaze.
“We meet again, stranger.”
Leon’s pupils were erratic, but he was playing it off, and tucked his hands in his pockets.
“Mm, I guess. How you doing?”
She grew intrigued, and closed the gap between them.
“What’s with the new yorkie accent? Huh?”
Her smile, the sarcasm in her voice yet her adorable nature almost broke Leon out of his cool nature. He rubbed the back of his neck, and only struggled in response. She laughed, and playfully tapped his arm. Ravana loudly cleared his throat, and intervened in their ignorant flirting.
“Oy, did you forget someone? Remember, we were having a conversation, Samantha?”
Samantha gave him a bombastic side eye, and grinned.
“Oh, right, we were, weren’t we?”
Sarah’s confused as to what Ravana’s trying to prove with the memory in play. Rather, she saw Ravana as a more pathetic man still in love with her mother. It made her scratch her head, feeling annoyed by how the powerful Witch was desperately trying to woo her mother. Seeing her young father on the other hand made her smile, and feel warm. His weakened posture, his nervous erratic eye movement, she thought she’d never imagine seeing him like that, ever in her life. Now that she’s seen it first hand, it’s just as worth it to force it out of him once she’s back in his arms.
“Father, you’re so adorable.” she muttered.
“Oh Leon, you were always a ladies man, but that won’t be an issue anymore since you’re gone from this world.”
Sarah’s grin faded, her vision slowed, and she could feel her heartbeat getting louder and louder by the second.
“Wh…at did you just say?” she asked.
Ravana kept watching as Leon and Samantha got along like knife cutting butter. With a twisted grin on his face, he chuckled and looked at Sarah's blank face.
“Oh right, I forgot to tell you. You’re fathers dead.”
Sarah’s eyes were swelling, her pupils grew lifeless, and her hearing was drowned out by her rapid heart beat.
“No…”
“Yeah, my two assailants killed him last month, right after they killed that Jack boy too.”
Sarah’s eyes grew tenfold, and she let out her last breath. Ravana rapidly blinked, went back to watch his memory play out the moment he tried attacking Leon who caught his fist: Everything was paused by the searing heat pulsing beside him. He glimpsed at Sarah who’s eyes were glowing, then back to Samantha’s whose eyes were glowing as well. Samantha eerily shifted her head to him, which spooked him. As his past self and Leon unpaused, began to have a chilled yet aggressive conversation after putting that sudden attack to the side, Samantha began walking to where they stood.
“Wh-what’s happening? I-I don’t remember her doing that?!”
Samantha’s burning vision engulfed Ravana’s soul, and he felt her anger, agony sending shivers across his body. He then felt someone grab his wrist, and throw him away from where he stood. It was Sarah, and both stood next to each other, ominously staring at Ravana as he grew blanch.
Samantha giggled, and circled her daughter.
“Say what you want, believe what you hear, my adoring daughter, but nevertheless, your emotions will always be in control…”
Sarah’s eyes began to transform into a different colour, and her aura exploded out. Samantha raised her arm to cover her face as she watched her own flesh and blood roiled with rage from the news that Ravana had just put out.
“...as long as it's from my side of the spectrum, that is.”
That was the last thing Samantha said before Ravana's memories broke apart, and they were back in reality. Sarah’s power rose and rose, and she let out a roar Ravana heard from before, one that almost took his life by the hands of…
“Leon?” he mumbled.
Ravana grew serious, and the rest of his crew arrived to gain control of the situation. Sarah let out one more roar before her aura pierced the ceiling, and put a whole through it. Her anger and flame could be seen to the outside world for a moment until Chelsea crashed through the cell and pierced her chest with one of the purple crystals. Blood shot out, splattered and she let out a horrific cry that the world could hear. This boiled Ravana’s anger as he saw her blood fly out.
“NO!” he screamed.
He rushed in, pulled it out with a cloud of crimson engulfing the area around them as the two fell sideways. She collapsed and her bleeding was put to a stop by Ravana casting a spell. Everyone grew confused and they could feel his anger swelling.
“What have ya done?”
Ravana faced his colleagues and his intense might began to show.
“You dare harm our—”
“Well, you’ve done it now.”
Everyone’s face turned pale. Ravana slowly looked over his shoulder, and the past had come back from his memories. A blackhole appeared from beside Sarah’s unconscious body, and Samantha stepped out.
“Saman…tha?”
She patted the area where Sarah was stabbed, and saw the scar it had left.
“Huh…”
Samantha’s face turned still, and she began to laugh.
“You harmed my daughter, you hurt my body, but not all of it.”
Her infamous thin smile appeared and she glared at Chelsea who was the one who stabbed the crystal in her.
“But I think it would be best if my husband saw it rather than my current self.”
Samantha put her arms out, and her hair began to flutter.
“May you pay for your Sins and face death once my glorious destroyer goes mental and annihilates all of you!”
Samantha laughed and laughed until she abruptly stopped, and She was suddenly sucked back into the blackhole. It vanished, Sarah began to breathe properly but not waking up. Ravana went to her aid, but couldn’t retain his happiness.
“You are Samantha! You just need to be freed, freed!”
He carresed her cheek, and chuckled beneath his breath.
“Then, Abyzou can live once again and cleanse this unholy, unfair, cruel world of unbalanced certainty.”
Shaman appeared and grabbed Ravana's shoulder.
“Hey, what the hell’s going on?!”
Chelsea and her lover Eligor got their attention by stepping in front.
“Ravana, we got news… Leon’s alive,” he said.
Ravana gasped, and replayed the scene of Samantha saying how Leon would destroy them once he saw the wound Chelsea had inflicted.
“Impossible…”
Chelsea nodded.
“Its trues, someone's resurrected him. And, hes headed our way as we speaks.”
Ravana grew afraid yet thrilled about the news.
“Is that so? Well, I guess we best start preparing for his welcome.”
Ravana stood tall and proud, putting his arms out.
“Because once he does find us, it’s going to be one hell of a reunion!”
Shaman backed off, and shook his head.
“Do you really think that’s a good idea?”
“Hmm, I think so? I mean, we know his weakness, we have more than ten thousand followers who were if not as strong as you in our youth, so I would say, yeah! We’re definitely going through with this!”
Shaman stepped up, and to everyone's surprise, pushed Ravana, which made him stumble a step back.
“You really think, you’ve got a chance against Leon? Leon Bolverkr, the destroyer?!”
Shaman slowly shook his head in disappointment while Ravana fought his small temper by clenching and unclenching his fists repeatedly.
“You oughta be a fool if you think these damn sheep can stand up to one of the most powerful beings to exist in our modern times.”
Ravana clenched his teeth, and had a vile broken smile as he kept fighting his swelling anger.
“We’ve already killed him once, and I’m pretty confident! We can kill him—again!”
Shaman glanced at Chelsea and Eligor.
“A man worried about his daughter, in fear of losing her will almost at times not be at full focus. They got lucky, and I know for a fact they won’t get him the next time.”
Ravana grew irritated and clutched his head.
“Oh you’re pushing it, Shaman!”
Shaman shrugged, then pointed at Sarah.
“That girl is innocent in all this, and before we meet a fate worse than death, I suggest we return her back to Leon.”
Ravana laughed and in the blink of an eye grabbed Shaman's face, slamming him against the wall. The dirt wall behind Shaman cracked, yet Shaman didn’t seem fazed. His glinting eye through the gaps of Ravana’s fingers were evident. Ravana mildly cackled and in another second, Shaman was blown into the dirt. The dirt collapsed around the hole that was made by his plunged body. Dust erupted around the group as they coughed and waved their hands. Ravana patted the dirt off his fancy clothes, and heard rumbling where the pile of dirt was. Shaman came out, and he too rubbed the dirt off his clothes and scooped the stains of his clothing too.
“I see how you feel, Ravana.”
Shaman limped out of the rubble, and stumbled to a knee, grabbing his shoulder.
“I’m… out of here. Good luck to your endeavors.”
Ravana averted his gaze as he crossed his arms.
“Suit yourself, weakling. Who needs ya!”
Shaman was able to stand on his feet, and walk away but his disappointment couldn’t go unnoticed by the others.
With his shoulder grabbed, his frowning face, Shaman walked through one of the exits, but not without taking one last look at Sarah.
“I’m sorry…” he muttered.
He exited the place, and the others watched as their friend faded into the dark hallway.
“Now that he’s gone, we can get back to business!”
Ravana clapped his hands, and summoned a book. Once opened, he could see the outside world from a bird's eye view.
“Lets see where you’re at, Leon.”
Flipping the page, he was able to catch Jack’s presence but not Leon’s. From another view, seeming to be that from a vehicle's point of view, he was able to finally see his old friend, alive.
“I’ll be waiting, Bolverkr. For now, enjoy your small venture with the cursed boy.”
Seeing them casually converse yet get along started to boil his blood.
“Seems like you’re getting along better than we did, dick.”
Ravana slammed the book shut, and wiped his face.
“Alright. Chelsea, step forward.”
Chelsea jumped and did as she was told.
“Yeah?”
Ravana had a thin smile, and his eyes glinted.
“When they get here, you and your lover will take care of the boy, once and for all.”
Chelsea fiddled her thumbs, and gulped.
“Yes sir.”
“You can do it, can you? Without another ounce of failure like you two have before!”
Eligor stepped up, and squinted his eyes at Ravana.
“Don’t worry, there won’t be another ounce of failure. You have my! Word.”
Ravana chuckled.
“That’s the spirit. And if you two do happen to fail me once more, I’ll be sure the two of you never wished you were a part of this clan from the beginning.”
“Understood.”
The two walked off but Chelsea couldn’t help but get shivers and cling onto his arm as they made their way into the hall.”
Ravana put his eyes back to the page, and watched as the two were at most, a day away from where he’s at.
“See you soon guys, see you very soon, Leon, my old friend.”