[excerpt from An Internal look at the Arkanist: The monster created not made]
Solutions for his problems arose easily, but seldom would that be the end. He was never the best he just had a gimmick. He could talk to anyone and make friends with his enemy, but there came a point when his desire for action and care was less than the other. He became something horrible and evil; he had the possibly to create great good. If he had been left alone, if he had not been a dog pushed into a corner. Then maybe he would not have lashed out. Maybe the abomination would have never been created.
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“Do you want to go see it El?”
“Huh?” Elliot rose his eyes to catch Linea’s gaze. Exiting his meditation like state, closing the scroll.
“Did you want to see the Blood moon at its peak?” Linea smiled.
“That sounds horribly stupid and dangerous Lili”
“So, your down.” Linea said leaping to her feet, with a sense of excitement,” You just need to promise you won’t go running into any beasts fog of war.” She looked at Elliot seriously.
“Lili I simply promise I won’t die” Elliot chuckled, “Come on if you can’t hit me, and even Caesar punches phase past me now, I’ll be fine” Elliot was confident in his trainings that he been running through with his new friends. The cottage they shared was confusing and traversing it was odd but it had started to feel like home for Elliot. The center of the home was the safety zone, with out windows and completely padded. It was a multistory safety sector that was require for life on Dragon One. The rooms looked like a traveling merchant had come through and just left all his expensive rugs and lounge cushions in the house. Like some one had bought so many warm rugs and trinkets that the room mirrored it into an inviting escape.
“El, I need more than a promise.” Linea look at him sternly.
“Do you want me to put my life on it because on it, because if you need to I will.” Elliot chuckled, “Lili you have my word I will not die before I can share my amazing genes with the world.”
“Save us all the trouble and die then we do not need those diseases in the general population” Linea laughed warmly, faking a retch. She began to glow and it was now noticeable that with her mood lightened and the room got brighter as well.
They both had not yet made it past the locks and gates on the safety room when they heard a crashing tumble of stones, and a hollowing screech from the chapel 3 times. A sonic boom was heard above them as a similar shock wave moved through the sky.
“A building fell and that second sound must have been Caesar flying there.” Linea’s smile was gone the areas around her darkening as her expression dropped. She unsheathed two knives from her waist pocket. Placing her blunderbuss in Elliot’s hands.
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They quickly began scrambling their way to the scene. Hands over feet and feet under shoes. They raced with an inhuman speed. Tumbling like the rumble heard falling in the village. They had some time before the possibility the screams from the chapel became reality. Linea wanted nothing more than to save those three deaths.
They soon noticed the destroyed home. A looming cloud of grey mist revealing the shadow of a horned beast minotaur like thing. Its bulbous retched obese form looming in its mist. As the mist cleared a bit its goat cow like head was seen chew on a child cud. The large form of the beast gave a guttural chuckle as it surveyed the scene. Linea disappeared in a refraction of light as it seemed like a flash bang of light stuck the beast.
The hulking beast rose its hand to cover its eyes from the light stumbling. Looking down seeing Elliot with a trickle of gold mist edging off of his skin. Release itself from him with grace.
Elliot ran towards him letting loose the chamber of the blunderbuss, emptying the shells unto the belly of the beast. He had fired dozens of shots by the time that the cow-like beast had made 1 step. Closing the gap with expediency. Elliot rose a blade to gut of the beast, as it got stuck in the oily flesh on the beast, Elliot only saw a grey fat and no blood. Slicing into almost a finger length of a leathery armored hide, cushioned by piles of fat. The fat sunk around Elliot fist and began pulling him slowly. Every part of the beast wanting fresh blood and a meal. Elliot allowed it. The glutton of a beast let out a laughing moo. With blood of the innocents on it mouths dripping like an inky spittle over its chin. The haunting visage was from a nightmare.
The Glutton beast rose a boulder to crash down unto Elliot. The boulder moving with a speed that did not match its form. The boulder shot like a canon towards Elliot, a train faster than the space between two heart beats. Not even Caesar could move out of the way of this. This destruction was fated. Unavoidable.
Then an eruption of golden mist flashed out of Elliot like geysers form the ground. The universal weave shifting. A bend in space appearing as the golden aura around Elliot was becoming a magnificent robe. That battered against the winds of reality. The glutton’s boulder stuttered and phased, crashes to the ground and the glutton’s arms crushing it to rubble and dust. The teetering mass began to fall over as Elliot grabbed a hold of him pulling him. Yanking the beast.
A familiar flash of light occurs behind the beast as Linea’s lithe form appeared on the other side striking the knees helping to push the beast forward. Elliot looked as she looked at the vicious battle angel of a woman before him. She was the perfect hunter, the premier image of a monster slayer. She used the weight of the beast against it. Manipulating her environment and taking advantage of the subtleties in the battle field. A master tactician.
Falling like a rising a cloud of dust in the air, knocking its bull like skull against the boulder it had carried. Knocking a horn off its head like a sheath coming off a knife. A dribble of blood exited the beast’s nose. A blood curdling scream rang out as Linea’s form returned into the visual spectra striking a knife over and over into the base of the beast’s skull. Blood fell unto the head as the knife in her hand crimpled and became of mangled mess cutting her palms The glutton once again began to rise. Unharmed. Elliot grabbed the bull horn running to Linea. He rose into the air with a transcendental leap of golden glory. Raising the horn of the glutton as a golden mist rose from Elliot arms. Striking the horn tip right to the base of the skull, it pushed through into the skull of the beast. Elliot seating it with a kick. The beast was done.