There are many variety of men in this world. The courageous corpse, the horny business slave, the lazy fortitude, the intellectual dumb sheep, the marveling underwear, the family man, the edgy swordsman, the yes child, the 2000 I.Q. idiot, the confident shy guy, the lost memory knight, the favorable dreamer, the rock, the neat freak, the Shaggy Rogers, so on it continue down the list. And here, there are the liars. A multitude of rarities from the most humble reasons to all-out boot in the face. But the most intelligent is the uncle of lies. For what he does, not only kick a fellow man in the face, he has the most humblest reason to do his needs. Unlike his predecessor, he after all, plays with his food, his kins, and even not so safe to say, the pigs of men.
Would one consider the things of surrealism to be of him? Daring as the meeting was called, surely it was not the red neck uncle.
Fifth lord of Nod came into Seneth's presence, presented himself graciously. The Gate of The Universe stood still and quiet, not to utter the sounds of the hounds beyond the barrier nor hiding before the gate, cloaked under water. The Gray Fox guild froze in their place as one of the Lords of Nod came out of the darkness. Larger than the cannibal giants of Rraengold. How massive he is, wearing the Mask of Unfortunate Blessings. Manni hid behind Seneth as the Nod took a closer look at him; and Peter regained control of his fear, brandish his sword in defense. The Nod speaks in roots.
“My, el my, Nu Seneth, one who became misfortune in the flesh. Fear me not, oh fid elvfyn. What brings amen of your caliber into the depths?” and Seneth replied for Manni to calm her from the world of surrealism.
“To look for a curse that have been cast down from the plain. That is all, Nod.” and look upon Seneth he did.
“And what vile imprecation would that be, eh anthr whom im the dark you illuminate, the darkness that comprehended lights?” Seneth turn around and ask Manni to explain her situation in the presence of the Nod for his help. The child spoke of her plead.
“Interesting. He he, but I am just a base mediator, oh fid elvfyn. Surely, the judges of the depths will decide to release her or il.”
“Fifth lord, I know you well before the beginning of creation. Have you forgotten your duty, your existence, and your true role in the depths? The judge decides the fate of those who died. Her sister, however, is not dead but taken.”
“He he he ha ha ho ho ho, histories are more interesting when mices do listen. Not a beryl worth of a common trait. Very well, my king.” spoken with a widely open ominous gasp.
“. . . King?!” Peter softly spake. Uttering the word in the bubble void made him ever suspicious of Seneth. The Nod went back into the depths as the group waited in the Gildoroy Foyer. A piece of Mozart's requiem was played to relax them. But, majority of the guild members were freaked out.
“You got to be kidding me. T-tha that was an Eater of Hate! We will be eaten alive!”
“Calm yourself, Jarvob! It is no time to be breaking down.” Zack hold onto his shoulder trying to stabilize him from the powerful fear that they all ingested in. Their morale was low. Walking in uncharted territories and meeting such creature was so surreal to them. Manni worries and ask Seneth.
“Can we trust this thing to save my sister?”
“No, he will not save your sister, but will guide us to her into the lair of Ereshipath. If that is were your beloved one cries.”
“Are you certain we will not be eaten?” Seneth took a look at Manni. Her trembling fingers would not stop giving away frightful thoughts. She too was not sure. After all, Manni did once read a fairytale from the world of men about a god who feeds off living tributes. Oh, how she wanted to deny Seneth was not one of them. A wolf in sheep's clothing. Next thing she notice, the hand of the lord calmly pet her forehead. Manni thought it was a joke.
Here, don’t mind me preaching:
“Eaten, that I'm sure. Your hate that is. But it is dead certain beyond the line of time. Your soul will be devour until this cycle is complete. And once free, never thou return to flesh; wailing and gnashing of teethes, begging for your chains and prison and seeds. And ever thrown into chaos beyond the All.
“I’m not God. I mayhaps know, fourteen drops in the bucket. The mythical cosmos hold no version of your evil. Only those that goes and stray against the laws of the planes.” Seneth walk forward to the unrefined gateway, “Ever know why it’s called mythical? Fiction to those who denies; false to those who believes in muddy truth; a truth to those who seek; wisdom to attained and bring faith. Though, many don’t strive to seek.”
“And it is so sad that true evils are born from the souls and entities of those who linger in many voids, who’ve took up no job. They are many who’ve fallen to wickedness. O the son who rebels against his good father and desecrate him and his friends great works. An unforgiving punishment. My, to pass the seven, you must give up everything you know, think you know, what you know, believe to know of this digital world. The real life is not as how we perceive to be this reality. Many cannot and they repeat their cycle in torment. For I speak not of rebirth and many cheat for the greater light beyond, desperate to gain rest. Oh those tainted kins. Oh those peeping wizards. Countless become the sons and daughters of Manus in the world of Mammon, the hideous path. Even the Dwellers gaping for such souls in his thrall, that which can penetrate. Yea, to be eaten by ill and the hounds that stood before the gate; beaucoup their newly brethrens. . . . And yet, man who knew not. Called them and those brothers of blackness from below the abyss in arrogance from strange magic they acquired. Decaying shadows know no bound when blood is offer in my name. Doom to wonder the world never to come to term. And many, who became the devil themselves for I reject them like unclean blood.”
On I told, plainly the truth that of fantasy.
“Yea, the Nods are like my white blood cells. They don’t create, maneuver nor manifest hate. They balance the cycle by eating portion of this nasty energy in the earthy realm. Why do they look scary? Because I design them to be. If they were cute little creatures, the truth, the hidden that livings know not, will be taken advantage thereof. Their hearts will blacken. Just a safe precaution. But do be cautious that there are those that poses as them hungered for this feats. And use they, their dark ways to bind men in bondage to feed on them ever. To morrow your sorrows is ever hanged by them. Be free from the faces of nights. Then again, not many seek. Everyone expect for you to deliver them all the answer.” The sprites misbehaving. Our main dig his nose again and the title: Nasty Hobo, was acquired. The jingle end.
“Faces of nights?” she wonder and all the hobo said, “Thrall of baddy dwellers and those below the law, figurely. It is wise to grow but be warn. The veils are great. Many men had fallen off mountains unprepared. All are being judged. Accept or reject it at free will. How will you use it?” Aye, Seneth perhaps knew. And again, a child asked too many questions. When will it stop?
“Does God live in the void?”
“. . . . I am not your Lord and Savior Yoshi-P.” The man shown his questionable smile and took his time explaining, “The word, God, is a vague term the flesh throws around, Manni. People often misuse it. How should I put it. It is like everyone saying they are me, Seneth, the hobo. Now, there is one of I. So is with God. For that is his name, title, the self, the things he is of. Again, like I to be a legendary hobo, the one and only. All compass points to the void.” Seneth pointed at her heart. His conversation to the child was direct but confusing.
“Void, devil, Creator? Huh, who is this One? Are you the almighty one? Still, a mind in the heart? It can't think. Can it?”
“The heart is the first brain. Search there first then. If a man can have telekinesis, imagine what the heart can greater do. The world does not fully know of it, and for good reasons for me to test. I am indeed a Creator, a designer of many galaxies, a shepherd of this world's reality, the creator of me weaver of time and all but not as the All, the pointer of lords in the throne of me heavens and halls, your Maker . . . Galaxy is . . . galaxies are, my inner consciousness. That is of my mansion.”
“So, you are the One?”
“I'm not the Empty nor the First nor the Second nor the All. I am just a Creator, kid. Nothing more and nothing less. We are all builders aren’t we not? The maker have no earthy body. This old flesh of mine is of the One's dwfn of His making.” You readers would understand, of course, “Strange though. Find it odd the testers are coexisting in the realm. I wonder why?”
Here, I’m done preaching to the choir . . .
Question marks flew above her head still in a stupor manner. The rest of the guild, unfortunately, heard not one bit, and came Peter from behind, swing his sword to Seneth's neck collar. The Gray Foxes stood there and watches as the event unfold. Zena, however, came running and grab his shoulder guard and demanded a reason for his action followed by her brother. The boy did not want to listen and fixed his eyes at the back of Seneth's head waiting for an answer. It was intense. Manni did not know what to do. She was a child stuck between adult's feud.
“Is that so. Maybe I was right to doubt a bit.” Peter closed the distance. He have that medieval mind of his when Seneth said he was not God. The explanations had lost him.
“I once heard a tale in Zanestira passed along within the Council of Five. Curious as children are, summoned him unknowing to make their wish come true during the seventeenth of winter and yearly gain his trust. A summon similar to the kid's, however, animal bloods were taken, not prayers. Records of this magician shown he invited the children and their parents to an otherworldly paradise only to learn that they were feast upon. The last child yelled out a name to his mother as she escaped the realm wounded. Mental breakdown she became of old age. Not once she utter the demon's name but insisted on what had happened.”
“Hmmn, in forth it pours into the chalice. Curiosity had killed the cats. It is not a sin but should exercise caution in one's method. Your point--?” Seneth replied knowing Peter's miss conception even though he knew it sounded like his situation as of the moment. A dumb act he shown them. It was his attention, his character even when he was in the One's world.
“Enough. Who are you really? Why did that devil called you king?” Peter manage to control his anger.
“What has gotten into you? Surely it has some similarity but it has nothing to do with what we are doing now. Besides, it's just an old dark unfairy tale-”
“Quiet Callecken! Let me speak my mind.” Peter shifted into his battle form, hold the Starlight Dragon Sword with both hands, thwarted his body to the side, “Answer me . . .”
The sword did not want to speak. It didn't want to get involve yet knew of what Seneth really was. A human not of their world. Zena and Callecken was worried. It was well written over their faces. Seneth calmly breathe and think of a possible solution to survive these massive onslaughts of unfortunate events; turned his head to give Peter the answer he sought for. Manni abruptly interrupt.
“Peter, he is my summoned. I know you don't believe this but Seneth is actually Go---”
“Little miss, I do not care if you claim him to be the almighty. The omni Lord will never let devils to do his betting.”
“Well, unless to test the will of beings ten steps ahead and the rebellious knew not. What you called devils are actually—forget it.” Seneth keep that thought in his head while scratching his oily right ear.
Seneth sigh away as a gateway opens, “Well, a Creator, a Maker, a deep thinker, a painter, a forsaken artist running tests, a miserable man finding a place to belong, I guess. There is no need to follow me into the depths. There is no personal gain except an unconditional death. I suggest that your guild travel north out of the mine before this area disappear and from there you may find work.”
“Why should we trust you?”
“In this world, your souls are pieces of me as I am a piece of the One. For I know not the breath of life. Not that you believe such voracious remark.” digging his ear and looking away from them. Something caught the young guild's attention. The Rainamis mouths gaze and waited for their victim and knew it suddenly that they do not belong in the foyer since it is a connection to hell.
“These creatures are the mouths of hungry ghosts and fallen religious sects who fell from grace. They, who failed the test that the Three cast his dark veil, drove mad for power. Ever they are slaved to the taste of hunger, that is a bondage of souls. Their image are formed by how the twisted world sees them as.” The Second Lord of Nod appear from the misty ceiling to explained to the group. Only his head appeared. Spoke that not in roots nor gave parables.
“What a funny bunny he who il learned.” said the Second again but now with roots.
Seneth went into the gateway as he told Manni to follow him closely through the ephemeral portal. The Gray Foxs decided to head back to the shores of Riftalenthriel. They travel north on the river that was known as Urobull. And there it lead them out of the mine as they were told by the Second Lord of Nod and went to look for employment at the nearest town. Out of the An was refreshing and did they look back. The pathway had never existed. They are a guild of justice, the young rouge neck couldn't let go of the idea to cancel their quest. Time had pass.
“Do you know what you’re doing?” said Manni.
“I haven't the slightest clue.”
Seneth and Manni arrive in the third layer of Ereshipath. It was dark to see, standing on top of a single narrow cliff where there is only one light source at the end of the tip. The black made abysm was not of Ereshipath. A dome of some sort made from man who conjured a dark contract. A malicious contract where demons deceived man for wanting powers.
“This isn't the third lair. Where are we exactly, Nod?” said Seneth.
“Indeed, where not in the Pit of Princes. Only a fraction of its stolen power is connected to the realm. A cheap trick made from some delinquent deal with runaway demons. He he he ha, O Elo him dis bless not.”
Out from the darkness behind them, Fifth lord came out with a humongous smile, slap his hand together and spoken clear as day, “Yeh ward xrru KA eru nei tyls woe BA zaah chol rrah dole bleeeesssings!” The clanging fetter chains have crack.
The Nod spoken yet sounded gibberish to Manni. She could feel the presence of her sister. There was a faint whimpering cry. A heartfelt sorrow that lasted and condemned for centuries. The ghastly feathers unrestrained Nou from the chains that bind her. She came out from the black veil, darker than the blackest of night, into the milky section of the light.
“What has happen to you sis?”
She became worst than a monster, deformed into a creature lesser than the abyss, barely recognizable, screeching in pain and agony and the Nod said to Seneth, “Do what you will and make amen to this poor soul.” In words he told Seneth of its bound and awoken the sleepy snake.
“Your joking me?!” said Nuj. Manni turn around.
Seneth realize, he should've brought Peter and his guild to let one of his man to confront a marriage proposal to Nou. Silly Seneth. Tricks are for kids. Manni was upset and made Seneth to fully accept responsibility of his own action and to propose to her sister since there were no other man available. But Seneth did not want to get marry with his own creations. It felt awkward. There was no choice for him.
This curse, a selfish hex, made its victim monstrously hideous and ugly. The only way to be free is to accept a traveler's love and for the cursed one to love back. But who would want to claim ami for a demonic creature? No one. And the black magician knew of this. For Nou, she was to accept the crazy's heart. Only he of that time, knew what the creature really was.
“Bewareth the sky, my king.” The Lord of Nod was laughing his mask off as he vanish from the dome.
“Tchhh! There goes my escape.” say Seneth, scratching his oily hair and sniff it out of curiosity, “ Oo, I do need to take a shower.”
“God, you have to. This is how you break the spell. First you must recite this ridiculous poem, maybe, then make a vow and kiss my sister on her top lip. Not the bottom, not the tongue. The top lip, okay?” Oh boy, a child teaching a grown man. She indeed came prepare knowing so much about the curse.
“Manni, I am not God. Remember that. So, . . . where's her lip?” He shove his hands in his pockets searching around Nou's face.
Her deformed body had no mouth. As a similar type of polydactyl creature of the An, she was about fifty times as large as he was. Arms and legs are split into ten sections, growing the heads of the dead, pale in white and slender as demonic dogs. Seneth wonder, “What black magic is this?” Heftily took his time looking around the room.
“Too quiet . . . Very quiet.” The hobo squinting his eyes looking and searching within the pitch-black dome. At first, there was humming noise in the sphere. Now, an act of a stalking silence.
The hobo went to help loosen Manni’s ankle out from the clutches of the crack she had fell into. A hissing voice was heard from behind them, and within the dark mist, stood Seneth, semi-gape back into the fake void.
“Hooooo, a tithe too late. Res ipsa loquitur” said Nuj. A variety of exhausting inhaling. Then a strange out-of-touch silent for the moment. And all that could be heard afterward was the faint stillness of Manni’s action.
She was not scared. Manni escaped from the negligent fingers, move it above her reasoned head and threw it to the side with all her might. Suddenly! All the sound came back into the dome. A haploid strike! The head of a giant snake swung down above, striking off a single digit then retreated quickly afterward. It ate it whole. Torn off the metaphysical souls that latches on her as she cry in an intensify wailing pain! Howling screeches it was! Squirting, splatting, bleeding not of only red but of purple and white. Such cunning beast it is, using the the only source of luminosity as a way to blind its prey. Manni tumble away from the strike and her leg was caught in the crevices of the red cliff again. She was afraid of the camouflage beast.
“Manure! This is not good. Not good at all!” What would Seneth do?
“Ewaes Ils seeeek!” Hiss the beast, slithering around the dark dome.
The snake show its blackest eyes, glow of obsidian lights. Fetid flesh drop from the mouth of the snake and spake the tongue of Azalee. A language of the northern continent. Oh, it was fascinated by the smell of Seneth. He is of human but not as human. And the beast stymie into the moonlight, savoring the sweet nectar lingering in the air and spoken in a common tongue.
“Come now, let us not make haste. Who are him?” said the great beast.
Seneth stood and assay to play the part. The man was astonished by the intimidation that the pride demon who raised its chest. His nob was no different than that of a rare snake from South America. A cumbrous serpent the size of three airplanes. A very cliche noetic fantasy.
“I-I am Seneth . . . a smelling, disgusting, bug-filled . . . Seneth. Eating me would be disgraceful for an omnipotent serpent such as yourself, your highness.”
“Fear il, your stench is vibrant. A licorice taste of the leaded sea, I hint. Eh, don't I remember seeing your kind with such courage. What brings a human into the darkness, a foul soul from Numeria?” Softly the sadistic serpent chuckle.
“Numeria?”
“Numbers, Manni. Don't ask.” He continues on with a change in his tone, “W-well, Y-ou seeee. Me, a nobleman, not gentle of course, was lost on my pathway in life. I was thrown out by my wife for not making ends meet. And I wanted revenge! The world is cruel to those who work hard through one's endeavors.” It is a matter of life and death.
“Intriguing manner you have . . . aahhhh. Tell me, iss-ss that your dear shillld? Last I knew, elvfyn's ears were clean and delectable.” said the great serpent who look down to Manni hiding behind Nuj once again. The child hold onto her ears as she was in fear. The great beast savor the air, “Haahh, a tassti treat for a lowly offering, a wish to come true. ‘Tis the lowest truth. Would thou’est willing to giveth me blood?” hiss the beast and our main saith,
“Will thee assured of thine ways? Though hast he not shown his petition so shalt the daughter be not of supper or for sell. Prithee for me hearths rejoice not to slay the bullock for shems of orts. Surely as am, I to barter with thou in the flesh.”
“Barter! The barter of men?!” The snake chuckle highly again now that I spake in old, “Hows exquisite. What price would thou tradeth, merchant?”
“B-better.”
“Ohhh, my ears are yours.” Playing along the great snake did, moving around and mesmerizing them of course.
“O shine less thou art. Shen a speck in the sea of stars. I could offer my . . . breeches—” The snake move up, “Just humor. A kiddish trial. Pledge my loyal service to thee, master of the dome. For ye knoweth thou needeth men to do thine bettings from the world of man . . . In return, I wish the breaking of this curse the dome sealed me and my . . . half daughter on our journey to find her a husband. When we were traveling, we came to be lost and trapped in this plane. Yea, a wed for her. ‘Tis say our tradition to give the lucky man, the lover's peach. It’s a fruit by the way. Thou see but knows not; she is shy and I am poor.” On he goes, seriously and earthy.
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Nuj, what are you thinking? I definitely do not believe the snake will fall for it. And your reasons are terrible! Manni looked at Seneth as he was a retarded God but said nothing.
“Well, this is unexpected. And what would you do to which you said, blood from Numeria?”
An idea sprout within his head. Oh, the talkative snake glared, waiting for the young Lord to make a fool of himself. A boasting beast he is. A lovely trait of lies he carry yet he is not the father of lies. Many uncles of lies it is. Seneth knew nothing of the lowly demon. The hobo skirmish around picking pieces of twigs and branches. He spoke more to the beast of the snake's interest. The language of old made the hobo sounded smart. Time was running out for him. The grim is in hold of his shoulders. A whisper in the foul air came forth and the snake hiss. Seneth answered the beast.
Spake I as a child, “Will I be known as the black invader, drench in dark coats complaining about my left hand burning with dark pyres! I, the black invader, will submit them to your will! Slave my crazy wife if you must. Oh, command me lord!”
A horrible first act, spoken like a foreigner. Have you not learn that lesson yet? Being comical will not be save. Corny that the man should have not quit drama school.
“Hess, how will you deal? For eternity?! One-hundred years? In the end, it doesn't matter, little lamb. How tasteful those who went mad in the depths. The olden master left you to rot and thousand demons crave for your sweet chest. How both are desperate! That, I will not detest.” The beast chuckle again.
“No no I-I am not desperate. A-and that is why I wanted to know about you, oh King of The Blacken Dome. In fact, it gives me great opportunity to work with the most highly chief of demons. Good for the resume.”
“The lips of men are sickening to my belly! But, one will do, ehhsss thine veil had been blacken by my fangs.” An anger hiss it led loose, “A poison for poisons. Kyess, I have acquired a new favorite. The elvessals of the west. Willing to saph-crifice them for duty? S'well?”
The demon wanted the flesh of the high elves for their safety and to become the snake's dark priest as Seneth claimed through the deal. The dark contract was denied however. Nuj was not sure. In his mind it was easy for those to kill people they know not of. Yet, Seneth hesitated. If he did, his mind will be no different from Sandou himself. The beast continues on.
“Aaahhh, you know not of them O bold man you are for a liar! The grandpa of lies must be enjoying your struggle. And so will I. Flattery will not save you, man. Enough of the coward's game. I know why you are here-ahhhs!” and the great snake move behind Nou, “Iittsss that man's treasure you seek. That man's treasure. Kyesss, it isss. You can't deceive me eyes, el him. What else is to be rob in the dome? Your words are emptiness.”
Dangit. Nuj should’ve known that sooner. The most simple, yet far hidden.
(Gulp) “Ah, you most high demon. I assure you I am not here to rob you of your most precious possession. Even if it was someone elses.”
“Don't lie to me, human, forsaken to those beyond! Those sniveling elvfyns must have put you up to their little game of theirs'. I can smell their fear even from afar. You carry their nectar eh, O shild. Ate them whole hearty I did, those who travels unseeing into the pit!” slurp the beast and its tongue stood out, “Foolish man, haahh, you think I would not know! One of Twelve Lords of Nod came into my kingdom! Thieves they are too in the abyss! But it mattereth not. Given both ways, I stand to gain flesh and hearts! You know what I speak of, dooo you?”
“I assure you, the Nods are nothing more than mediators of the inner planes. And if they go out of their ways, their Lord would know.” The snake coil onto the wall in the moment. The black mist covered his movements. Seneth was not aware the snake knew he was the Creator until his origin name surfaced.
“The mouse has spoken when he who knows not of his children's betrayal. The beyond unfavored you, hated you, and in their bondage you dwell, soul from Numeria.” The snake slither its tongue and suck in the mist with its pride shown of teeth, “Tainted il kin for your world and another will try to claim, Nuj. Fascinating subject dragons are el him. Simple to place them. Heeh, supper it is for I. Your claimed shild will do nicely as you watch her be rip into PIIECESSS!!!” The snake strike.
“No, Manni!!” The mind exploded in difficulties. The alertness and screaming mental compacity!
Nuj push Manni aside and trip her into a small ditch. Our main was scrape by the scale of the lowly snake and it made its ways into an archway below the cliff, appear in front of Manni from the other side. Nou was knock away from her usual pose. The snake move like a roller coaster. The cunning beast used its body to force Seneth to drop into the hands of zombies lurking in the seabed. There was a small space near the edge. It was a lower plain and Nuj quickly laid down until its body pass.
The hobo went directly to Manni, tipping and tripling while picking up speed, and appear the demon! Its mouth opens wide, horizontally and all that lay dead rise from the cavities, hands stretched out and heard the moaning, laughing cries of lesser females of the night skies! Their eyes were white and iris had shrunk, paled just as those of demonic dogs too, a bad tolerance of fat on them as well, head twitching, flapping their nasty fingers cover in saliva, carrying many versions of i-phone like dog tags. Manni was frighten. It was nothing seen before. Why were they only women and cueball ones? I do not even know.
And in this moment, nothing but a broken branch larger than a human he weld, snap the out-of-place object into its mouth! Gravity intensify and portion of the cliff drop. Nuj was overwhelm with gooey hands flapping and grabbing them as the little twig gets crunched. Their nasty head and eyes kept twitching and he told Manni to move. Oh, Seneth could not stand the heavy smell. The smells of dead bodies kept at a medical school of all degree with hint of fruity liquor they probably would like. Seneth hated their laughs, especially the flipping tongue ones. Manni however was scared. Heave courage she did to get out of the mouth when all devilish hands went after her.
And quickly she did remember, Salamandor's crystal laying in the pocket of a Traveler's Buddy. That was the name of the bag, made it her mini-quest to bring forth Salamandor. If not, her last breath was for nought. Every minute, Seneth was pull deeper into the mouth like any snake would do. Manni escaped and all the heads turn to look at him. There was silent in the air, “Oh, manure!” A smile the creatures gave him.
Manni threw the orange crystal into the light, not direct. The highly decorated Star of David appear near her and Salamandor was summoned. Multiple crazies elongated their chests and grab the girl from her legs, slam the elian into the ground. She was bruised and heavily pulled.
“Manni, I am still too tired to help you--”
“Salamandor!!!” scream Manni.
The season faery woke immediately and was greeted by horror. The fairy flew and made contact with her shoulder. Manni borrow the fire chant, “Inkindle!!” She yelled with a hint of fear. Out came a big bright yellow ball of swirling fire near her palm. It move slow but deadly, burning the upper portion of the snake's mouth. It loosen the grip of the crazies and Seneth escape under the snake. Manni's hand was slightly burned.
“Ahhh, It pains! It pains!” said the snake wiggling from the bloody cliff.
Both were gasping for air. The snake's breath was toxic. Seneth was sweaty and cover in goo. The cold atmosphere in the dome harden his actions, “Damn it, I can't move!” The snake just disappear even as Nuj was keeping in eye on the beast. It did not retreat back into the dark mist. Simply put, it just blank. Similar to homemade movies of ghost jumping from one place to another. Those play-stop-play edits.
“What trouble did you got yourself in, Manni?!” said Salamandor, uses his Fire Band to cut off the excess hands. Fire Band is a hunting dagger made of fire. The rare limit weapon went poof.
“Salamandor, your father knows of the fire teleportation spells, right?!” said Manni.
“He do, but if I use it, my father would die. It is his life essence as the captain of the summer sprites.”
The snake attack from multiple direction, clang and bang around the bloody cliff. Desperately, Seneth took the wood that saved his life and with an out-of-place red thread as the base, tie the splinted weapon with his teeth in the moment of the great swing. It swung pretty good and pretty fast in his eyes with such impact a martial artist would improve of it. The snake went off track. It made no sense to Manni. The law of gravity somewhat did not applied. A human brave enough to fight a filthy beast?
No, it was not strange at all, oh child. Seneth knows he is in a fantasy world but they do not. For it is their reality. The hobo did not want to die. That was his excuse. The man fought all around the rockway, flying here and there with the snake, smacking and thwomping, dodging and blocking until the weapon was no more of use. That is the action when one is corner. Reckless or bravery. That decision is up to you. The scale of the beast was hard. Such impact vibrated the man's muscles. It weaken him just as his trial. Manni caught him as he was tail whipped.
The snake’s theme appear gradually until fade. Mayhaps, “Mist” by ShogunF, a mix too with something alien-like and a soft in-tone chorus of the opera horrors. O the things one couldn’t describe. Back up with the chants of the dead monks reading purification scrolls. All the ritual instruments in rhythms.
Quickly came the play-stop-play edits. An evil priest came out from the tip of the cliff. Thrice it move forward from the edits. This monster carried a saber lance in the right hand as the left hand chants. The sound in the dome, the dark hounds howls. A mantra was read by the hidden baddy monks. It was not the mantra of blessing, redemption nor forgiveness. It was a mantra of execution that existed for the corrupt ones.
The priest slow start gradually gain speed. And from the side view of the cliff, dried flesh scarecrows hanged from thin poles in variety of lengths was seen around the dome. The warmer mist, that was made from the heat exhaust. Its breathes below the poles. The camera travels along the priest movement. Different shots disperse.
The beast had fallen back into the dark mist and stood out like a common cobra. In split seconds, thousands upon thousands of hands came out of its belly. The arms were huge and slender and stretched as well, larger than what you would expect, hearing the effects of strip skins. And above the heart, pop out the head of Rann. Ugh, the nasty squirt of bloods and animal gores. The dance of a snake it gave. The luminous stare it glare within the ring of light, the shine of obsidian nights.
Nuj and the little lady saw what’s to come. Overwhelm of the presence in the haunted dirge of this forsaken home. Flee was the camera in the front. The director went on leave. The saying goes, the devil always comes in the form of a women.
“Nothing is new under the sun, just repackaged.” said Nuj. The snake hiss, not replying to his statement, “You will never have her! Her misery is mine! Her soul is mine!!” The undead monk went in battle stance then launches like any cartoon shows. The tip of the cliff broke off.
“I was talking about Rann. No offense, Satellite.” A misunderstood incongruity. Point his index toward the head that popped, “She was never completed. Time to give her back to me.”
“S'never! All souls in this dome, owned I for eternity-AAHHH!!”
“Fire boy, a little help!” yelled Nuj. Salamandor was not sure he had the power to help and Manni made him did it anyway.
“Welistaphfselaitarraetdol (Will-is-taf-se-la-ee-tar-ee-dull)!!!”
Salamandor let out an echo incantation. Three streams of small pyrotech manifest within the air, flew forward as it was thrown. Dancing pillars of flame erupted and form into a curving narrow wall. But this natural magic did not stop the undead monk and hack the fire from the side with his sabre lance. There, the headhunter saw Nuj's face and thrust the pole weapon behind his head with the edge of the guillotine. The hobo drop from its view and push the monk with his palms through the fire, recklessly tackle the zombie and it lost hold of its weapon.
The flame however did not burn Seneth. It was fae fire. No more harmful than fairy dust. For the snake, it was acting like a stripper being hold in a canister. O, the slow, tense, battle, alien music for your enjoyment. The lowly beast was rejuvenating from the dark light, absorbing energy around the dome for a final wipe of existence.
The dead weapon flew back to the monk, spinning and rotating as it gave gestures of command and signs. The buzzing noise gave it away and Seneth went ahead to break contact, threw the last of the bark he had in his hand at the monk's neck, close combat, bang bang blonk, one high kick to Seneth's face! He spin and crash into the headhunter's knee jab. From there, Seneth magically tied the red thread to its thigh and the zombie threw him away. Forced he did, the monk as well. It was a maneuver that save his life. The headhunter flew down the cliff but all was for naught. That creature had skills humans don't. It climbed the rocky skin of the red cliff at ease. Looked no more different than a spider's movement. Manni and Salamandor pull Nuj up. And so came up, the headhunter monk. The hobo’s heart bulge out of place and felt the horrendous pain.
“You're God, right? Why don't you use your powers?!”
“I have no super power, Manni! I just make up stuff as I go. Just be glad it's a miracle.” Seneth needed air, “Miracle? Blessings and manifestation of thoughts? Is that what not killing me?”
The hobo look down on his chest as he hold and applied pressure to his heart. There were irregular beats. The dark mist was in his lungs and made him cough blood. The monk regain his form, slammed the older sister from the back of her head. Forced Nou he did down to the cliff like a cloth falling from the sky and arms cascaded down like toppling bamboos. A foolish mistake it was for a preemptive strike. A shrieking howl it was heard, and forth the snake commanded it’s puppet.
“Csiak Rraw Hagrarh!” said the serpent.
Three other lower monks came out from under the cliff to wage battles. Seneth attack them in all manner of defense and kick them back below the abysm. Manni watches on. The man's muscles were pulled, shaking, weakened from previous guards. Only the hands had not falter. There, he stood looking at what is to come. Tired and the adrenaline launch from his past battle was running out. The Lord was exhausted from his unexpected journey. The only weapon he have is a piece of a red thread. Salamandor was not much of help. Our vagrant too was too tire. Then came the priest with the hand gesture of a fallen Buddhist sect.
Camera focused on foot fights. Its cold dead arms were hold by the hobo, and did the zombie's heel karate chop his knee cap. Nuj's hurtful leg was the target. He did his best to push the monk with his left. But the pain was too much. Instead the man bounce below Nou's monstrous neck. Salamandor was pulled down by Seneth trying to break his fall. “Swfoosh, Swfoosh, Swfoosh”. The zombie did his quickly flashy spin, ready, and jump for a final execution. Then camera slow down.
“The lips!” said our main.
Nou's mouth was found. It was located behind her strange ear. The man force Salamandor to kiss Manni's sister. Salamandor thought he would die from the poison, “I am only a boy!” he yelled.
“Tell her, “I love you!” now!” said Nuj, “For I, my words would rewrite the curse.”
A big great smuck it was! Salamandor recited the cheesy lines of the poem given at heart from the scratched paper. The dark helium gas exploded and the monk flew with the explosion but it did not stop its rampaging moment. It temporary hold its ground. Anchor itself with mass gravity controlled at the base of its feet, running against this nasty blizzard of winds.
Seneth was a horrible bboy. A martial art dancer in the days of yore. They are many ways to fight and to get back up from a fall when the hands are occupied from thrusting the little summer sprite to the lip of strange flesh. And did he defend his soul against the monster. Oh I cannot say'ith in details other than it was a Trick Stance.
“Eewwwh!” The slime covered the faery's mouth, side-swindling his lips.
Nou have change back. The demon flesh dissolves and the women shrank to her original state, broke out of the monster's cocoon. There were tears in her eyes, ran away from the snake, Seneth, and Salamandor. Even her sister was ignored. The cycles of torments were too much for her and climb to the opening of the damaged dome. Manni did not know what to do, ran after her sister from a yell Seneth gave her. Continue, he fought the monk. Nou's heart indeed was weaken, a forsaken heart dim in dull radiance. Poor child, the elder sister couldn't differentiate allies and enemies.
“Nou! We can't leave God!” Manni turn to look from behind. Seneth and Salamandor were occupied in a battle. Nou did not care. She wanted to escape the black magician.
“You said you want to meet God, right?! You did and now you are going to run away when he needed us most! Sis, you were never like this! What happen to you?!”
“I-I . . .” said Nou as she regain pieces of her elvfmanity. Humanity in elvfyn terminology.
She took a glance of the battlefield. Fighting had lead Seneth behind the monk. He choked the neck and the headhunter reverse back-slam the hobo to the dirty ground, “Your joking me!” Seneth coughed. The sounds of kung-fu effects made the story more fantastic! The long echo zombie moan it gave. The black mist was heavy and Nou cough out blood, the black humid air slowly devoured cells in the lungs. It was dangerous in her original form.
“I can't leave God, Nou, when he did so much for us!” Manni went back to help Seneth, coughing everlastingly.
“M-manni!” Nou screamed. She was uncertain to what to do with all those tears drying up.
Manni summoned a rolly-polly and a clayman, searched the Traveler's Buddy for specific stones. It was the very same clayman that left a message for Neshinarrou. Invoking magical contacts has its limit. For the little lady, it was only once. Fate would have it that the elian must rely on her creatures' strength instead.
“I curse you. I'll curse you!!!” said the uncle of lies.
The monk escape the Seneth’s hold and spin from within the air and came crashing down with its sharp rotten nails as it was floating, stabbing the bloody cliff, chasing Nuj toward the chasm of snakes. Our main crawled backward and let out a flying frontal assault, drop kick with both foot into its collar bone! The impact crushed his wounded knee and sting the veins. The zombie flew back with its hand stretched out forward and land on the face.
That was then, the most unexpected thing happen. Nuj threw out the red thread toward the unaware demon. It took hold of Rann of her metallic rune, fixated on her forehead. The thread was extended from manifestation from the use of his blood, a blood art that is rarely known in the newly macrocosm.
“Give it back to me!” And Nuj roll the thread twice in his hand and yank out the uncompleted work of art. The thin useless weapon severe his skins. From Rann, a thread leak. A bulb of blood dew manifest and spike to the chest of another item behind the first.
A cloaked humanoid creature pop out within those nasty gores, “Time to get Seta back as well!!” This Babalon whose face is hidden behind its own faceless veil. An uncompleted living sculpture made of black matters.
The young lord yelled and rolled the thread three more times with the help of both hands and yank. The uncanny move had disrupted this new son of Manus. As Mammon see forth in chaos, so is of the snake’s tactics, to take his shadow, to become him.
Quickly ‘tis decisive to say, our hobo auctor have not die. He is our main ‘tis not? The monk tattering footwork came before him. And as the sabre lance shouted out into the sky, swoop down Salamandor from behind!
“Res Tao Sou!!” The echo incantation.
The fae unleash a devastating erupting gecko. Lava like substances spewing from the back; and pulled the headhunter monk that was about to claim Seneth's head. Got hold of the evil leg and disrupt its momentum. Has it not stop our main to protect. A forsaken low spin counter into the strange power drop kick from the hard man’s yanked, splinted his legs, and the right feet of doom pow upon the dead man’s chest. A shewed of powder flew and the priest lost his full grounding, flew backward with the head first.
The tail of the gecko has control of the monk. It curl the monster in place as it burns within. This time, it was not faery magic but of earth magic from below. The burning sensation of the bright gecko flame waft and aroused the air. The dead weapon was destroyed. The demon's eyes shrunk. The lost of breath.
“S'how dare you el him!” said the angered uncle, “Then I will take the schild!!”
The monk had change its target and broke containment. The gecko tumble from the cliff and erupted from below, unmasked the deep, had Manni saw the horrors pushed by the nasty wind. Goodness, has she not fallen off. Millions upon millions of fruity liquor cueballs and salty wenches, the heads of bitches and their friends. Yapping and gapping and gnashing and crying with the flipping tongues defying and laughing. Random generate of arms begging and grabbing what light is above. And suddenly, Manni came to her senses.
The monk attack Manni who showed up to the rescue. The two summons counter but it ignore the efforts of small creatures. O, it slashed the rolly-polly distinct features. Clayman hold his guards against its countless curved armblades of slashes. The summoned's palms were shields but let his foot wide open with a bunch of bashes.
It was trip and Salamandor was slam unto the golem's chalky rockboard. The shock-n-knock, Manni attempting to hide behind clayman for the matters of minute. Unto the floor she dropped then came the headhunter. It jabbed the left bladed plate into the ground, step on the chest and swung that mighty pendulum all at once. The elvfyn's head was stuck between the guillotines!
Manni scream out to rolly-polly. The fairy bug spin into a ball, slingshot itself from the web-like rubber above clayman’s forehead and latch unto the monk's face. But that was all for naught for the snake took control of his slave, force the scissor to slice the delicate lamb. Music stop in suspense.
You would expect her sister would save her. No, it was Nuj, using the manifested piece of red thread as a string of a puppeteer. And Seta's blocky arms saves the day, choked the heinous scissor guillotine, and gave the monster a knocking blow.
Then follow Rann, to and away from the crowd and her shoulders glow. The twelve rays of light shine through her ports, fast Bloody Thread Art control, clip clip, plip plip, then engagement, disintegrated holes of dead flesh. Unmistakable thin hyper beams of some sort, scanned randomly of the battle vicinity. A cringe worth in practices while listening to background musics. The flaming zombie melted instantly and the head of the demonic snake was cut.
Seneth bleed once again from this manifestation unaware of what was really behind. The promiscuous hands snatch Nuj! Oh no! Our useless hero cannot die children!!
“And I wanted was s'youu!!” The loud whisper came forth, and came forth from below the An it rise, more scarier than that of a gyinosha.
It was its face, the real face of Manus inbreeds. The monster came to swallow him whole. The wicked arms lashes him off the red cliff. Everything was slow in Manni's iris. Seta and Rann had disappeared to the heart of its creator. The thread was no more. Teared from the ray ports. When everything went wrong, that was when she had the courage.
Then came this second inheritor. Nou had kissed her index and middle from the front, blew out her gobi goldfish. It swam the dark mist and attack the surreal entity of 2-D. The power of the lips of fish was enough to stung the jailed dark brothers of the abysm.
Hearing Nou’s BGM begin somewhere about now. The best feel and rhythm is to the song “Chata-Kimi” by Onoken.
Her gobi had eyes of sensory. The grassland magi-fish released peculiar waves of frequencies. Oh, it will completely destroy electrical devices, yet not harmful to the living beings. A power that weakens specific entities. This old magik was known by a different name. In this dwfn, the vibration was known as Esocheon Magnytes (A-Show-Ki-Yon Mag-Nights).
“I curse you. I'll curse you; to heaven, to earth!!!” Repeated from its lips of lies, “From thou whence came, from where flies dine! Shallau Hin!!!” Continue the snake with his gnashing roars and hisses.
The great fish have save our main. His sanguine will not end. The three and goody monsters did their best to escape the falling dome. Manni insisted Salamandor to use his father's great linking formula. A pillar of light erupt, shimmered across space into greasy flames, mixing with the environment, Nou’s hair flew wildly, head turn from right to left, down to Salamandor, intaking she of active foul winds to the eyes.
“Now!” She said. A little time went by and they left.
The fallen structure forced the brother of black back below the An. It was an innerworld of strange lines and curves, connected to this world to uncharted space where evil plays their dilemma. The holiness formula extended beyond the atmosphere. Did it no harm to the laws set forth. This light curved to where the caster wants to go. That is, sure is, the Northern Grassland.
The elvfyn theme died down. The silent theme of an empty congregation.
In the government churches of black crafts, of secret combinations, who had defiled the meaning of good, a mixture of both, one of many great and abominable church, the mad magician lost his right arm, saved it was the hand, in the moment of his guilty prayer.
Space twist his limb and rip the flesh into the rift. The decrypt undeads came for this unnatural gift. Mourn he did in the following of surprises. Screaming in agony of the pain he endured. It was his punishment saw fit. To redeem his soul, he torture hiself. Laid no waste to the kiddish pain, committed senpeku to honor their false lord and savior, voices of the haunted moonlights rupture sultely, and the guts spilled.
A moment of silent linger, offer accepted. A monster in his belly sew his wounds, pull his abdomen back into the body of the dark groom. Oh yes, he sense the disturbance in the force of nature. Someone had enter his precious vault. Luden came out of the ministry of science. A room filled with ill artifacts and torture devices.
“Ooh ho hoho, the contract rejected you O Kawatondi. To inject yourself with many demons; to forge contracts with multiple creatures below the rift; to raise and train undead spirits as pets. You should exercise caution when thinning your very blood. Even I would do no such thing.”
“My precious Nou. Oh my Nou. Don't leave my side. Eh Nou, my precious Nou, don't cry.” Spits leaves his mouth in agony, the grinding of teeth. Not once he listen to Luden's words of caution, bathing in the blacken moonlight, “Oh come back to me, lady of night. Swore fealty to me in this blight.”
“O Kawatondi, hark ye, she is not of your property nor the lady of night. The man will kill you if you go now as it was foretold. Ho ho ho hee”
“To reclaim my treasure. You have no saying in this, Luden!” Luden gave up the forceful smile. Calsufur left the room.
“As you will. Malefic methods, after all, services are our purposes. You are indeed our master priest. Heee”