ULTRAMagic Shadowland - Chapter 29
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Gabriella and Weaver were out shopping on the third day, wanting to take some souvenirs and supplies back to The Unlight. Finding Faolán was going to be a bit of an endeavor after all. Weaver was enjoying the New Paradiso Mall. It was like a small version of The Market District, except cleaner and more organized. The sounds, scents, and stores excited him to no end. Something Weaver loved doing was peering into the outlets from the windows. He wanted to visit every single one, but did not have the time to do so. Out of all the stores, the electronics stores were his favorites. Something about the advanced technology (to him) and the flashy aesthetics of them spoke to his inner child, provoking a desire to purchase a random box of metal and wires so he could play around with it.
As the pair took a break at a restaurant, Gabriella realized something. “Oh! Weaver, want to go to the arcade?”
“Arcade? I think I’ve heard of that… what are they?” He then took a bite of his burger.
“Games. Video games, skill games, and the chance to win prizes.”
“Okay, yeah, I’ve heard of those in the market district. What are they like? I’ve never been to one…”
Gabriella sipped some of her soda. “Well let’s finish our food first. Then I’ll show you.”
The Critical Chance Arcade was sensory overload for Weaver and he loved every moment of it. Arcade cabinets were everywhere, the walls were lit with neon lights, energetic techno-rock played over the speakers, and people were everywhere. Passing by a video game that had gunshots or blasters blaring would give Weaver goose bumps as the thumping of the sound effects shook his ears. The skill games caught his eyes with their flashing lights and invited him to try them. He had no idea where to get started as he kept glancing around, overwhelmed by the choices. Gabriella then tapped him on the shoulder and brought him over to what she explained was a coin machine.
“Alright, here’s 50 arcade coins for the games. Insert these into the coin slot and you’re good to go. Any relevant instructions should be on the cabinet, so you shouldn’t have any problems.”
Weaver took the small box he was handed. “50? That’s a lot, isn’t it?”
“You’ll need it. I suggest 25 for the video games and 25 for the skill games.”
“Ah, I see… Hey, that Apocalypse Conquest Requiem game looks pretty cool…”
The game in question was an on-rails shooter in which a group of arcane commandos fought through hordes of eldritch zombies, with the whole conflict being spurred by a dying god. Gabriella was indifferent towards the game, but she played along since Weaver was enjoying it. They got pretty far before calling it quits after five coins. The two then moved onto a racing game that had realistic driving and a eurobeat soundtrack. Gabriella really enjoyed this one, but Weaver had trouble learning the controls. Having to use pedals and a steering wheel was throwing him for a loop.
Weaver eventually migrated over to a special game that had a booth resembling a cockpit. What he found inside was a battle royale game focusing on mech battles. He immediately fell in love with the game as it just worked for him. The combat was satisfying, with the cabinet shaking and rumbling in response to his actions. A neat feature he really liked is that the game had a character that addressed him by the name he entered into it. Weaver was doing fantastic, but eventually lost and emerged to see a few demons applauding him. They had been watching several displays that showed his gameplay. He smiled and thanked them as he walked away to go find Gabriella. She was found watching two demons playing a dance rhythm game.
“Hey, Gabriella!”
“There you are, Weaver. Enjoy Mobile Mech Thunder?”
“Hell yeah, it was a blast. What’s up here?”
“Oh just Cynassa and Zasiel going hard on super hard mode. Shh, they don’t realize I’m here yet” she replied with a chuckle.
The two demons were focused on the game, their feet quickly moving between arrow pads. One had silver skin, beautiful white hair, and wore a t-shirt with jeans. The other had scarlet skin, purple hair, horns (one broken), and wore a red suit bodysuit that felt punk-esque. Both were sweating as the fast paced music thumped through the game’s speakers. A group of arcade-goers had gathered to watch the two dance, enthralled by how well they were doing. Near the end of the song, the red demon gave out, falling to the ground as the silver demon took the high score. The onlookers clapped as the two got off the machine.
“Every time, Cynassa! How!?” The red demon complained as he took some water and chugged it.
The silver demon smiled. “Have you forgotten that I’m a wind demon, Zas?”
“Oh yeah…”
“Boys, long time no see!” Gabriella announced.
“Gabriella, welcome back!” Cynassa said with a hug.
“Good to see you again in one piece, haha,” Zasiel replied, shaking her hand.
Gabriella cleared her throat. “Now boys, I have something important to say: I finally have a boyfriend…”
“Hey!” Weaver put in.
“This is Weaver Craddock, a blacksmith from Shadowland.”
Cynassa shook his hand. “So you’re the one Stolas told us about. Nice to meet you.”
Zasiel followed suit. “Same here. Your hair looks neat…”
“Uh, thanks. Yours too…” A little awkward, but Weaver knew he meant well. He had done similar things when he was young.
“So Gabriella, how’s it going in The Unlight?” Zasiel asked. “Find out anything about the primordials?”
She chuckled. “Well I’d imagine so given that I’ve met at least six of them…”
His yellow eyes went wide. “Really?!” Gabriella nodded. “Wow, that’s amazing…”
Weaver looked at Zasiel, then back to Gabriella. “Is he a…?”
“A primordial? Most certainly. Somewhat recently we found out he’s one of The Nightmare of Old. We should probably go to the rest area before we get into this topic though.”
Once there, Zasiel gave a brief history of how he ended up in Inferno. Back when he was in Heaven, he had gotten into a fight with Archangel Uriel over an incident that occurred at Mt. Hermon on Earth. “We exchanged insults for a bit before I finally said screw and left Heaven. And then I found myself in a place that would come to be called the Mojave desert in the future. I guess I wasn’t supposed to be there, because a nice man named Ignatius came and brought me to Inferno. He left me with my first dad, Lucifer. He then eventually got a hold of my current dad, Zaem Tah, who adopted me.”
“And over time Zas would meet me, Stolas, Gabriella, and Tanya,” Cynassa added.
“Wow, that’s quite the story,” Weaver remarked. “I’m glad it all worked out for you, Zas. I know how hard it can be to be displaced from your home.”
“You too? What happened, Weaver?”
Zasiel had legitimate concern in his voice and this tugged at Weaver’s heart strings a little. He gave a quick explanation that prompted the demon to get up and give him a hug. Weaver greatly appreciated that, as it felt like something a brother would do. After that, the four returned to the games. Since Weaver had mainly played the video games, he figured it was time to check out the skill games. Zasiel and Cynassa were happy to show him the ropes. They taught him about skee-ball, the crane games, basketball, and the coin pushers. Skee-ball was Weaver’s favorite as he certainly had the arm for it.
Once they had enough tickets from the games, the group went over to the prize corner. There was all sorts of stuff from toys to video games, art supplies, stuffed animals, trading cards, and various candy. Zasiel and Cynassa went for action figures while Gabriella picked out a giant stuffed animal. This was a present for a young demon she was tutoring. As for Weaver, he was not sure what to pick. A lot of the prizes felt too juvenile for him. Eventually his eyes landed on a lone teddy bear that looked like it needed an owner.
Soon the friends had to part ways for the day as Gabriella and Weaver had to go home. Xavier drove the two, commenting on how they looked like they had a good time. As they traveled, Gabriella inquired about the teddy bear. Weaver never had one as a child, and the one he bought apparently had gone unsold for years. Naturally he asked about the boy the stuffed animal was for in return. She explained that he was a fire demon named Heinrik Rofocale and that he had been a very good student as of late. She planned to call him and his father over the next day.
The rest of the day was getting ready to head back to The Unlight. Weaver was excited to see everyone again and Gabriella was ready for a new round of adventures. Valentina prepared an extra hearty meal for the two that night. She wanted to make sure they were good to go when they woke up in the morning. Things seemed fine upon the couple getting into bed, but Weaver was plagued with nightmares all throughout his sleep. They centered around Milosh coming back and attacking Shadowland. The sun eventually rose, with Weaver jolting awake in a cold sweat.
“Honey, what’s wrong?” Gabriella asked as he tore through his grimoire.
After stopping on a specific page, his face grew incredibly horrified. He slammed his book shut and shot out of bed. “WE NEED TO MOVE, NOW!”
Things were a blur as the two scrambled to get ready. Gabriella rushed to get a pentagram and placed it at the foot of the front door. “Weaver, I got the seal ready. Normally the council doesn’t like it when we do this, but this is obviously an emergency. Are you ready?”
“Ready as I’ll ever be…” Weaver replied as he cracked his knuckles.
Valentina rushed from her office to the balcony above them, carrying a weapon. “Gabriella, Matilda!” She tossed her daughter an angelic gun that resembled a flint-lock rifle, adorned with an ornate bayonet.
Gabriella proudly slung it around her back, followed by her putting on her tricorn hat. “Thanks, mom. Be ready to move, just in case we need back up!”
“I’ve already alerted the council. Knock’em dead, sweetie!”
Gabriella and Weaver rushed through the portal, ignoring the disoriented feeling it spurred. Sirens rang out at Redstar Station as panicked citizens scrambled about. The two pushed through them, making their way outside. They were greeted by the sight of knights and soldiers clashing with strange creatures. Sir Odo was amongst them, having just felled a beast with his sword. It was repugnant, looking like a mass of sludge in the shape of a wolf or a bear. As it faded away, the knight noticed his friends.
“EARTH BEASTS!?” Weaver exclaimed. “How’d they get here?!”
“Weaver, Gabriella!” Odo said while trying to catch his breath. “It’s Milosh! He’s got one last trick up his sleeve: He’s turned into a beast and he’s heading to the castle! We need to get to Strike Street, now!”
Weaver gritted his teeth and roared, transforming into the Lava Hound with a fiery burst. “THEN WHAT ARE WE DOING WAITING AROUND HERE!?! GO! GO!”
The trio barreled through the city, taking out any earth beasts along the way. Weaver trampled anything that opposed him while Gabriella’s shots hit their mark every time. They arrived at the castle road only to be met with sheer chaos. Multiple, gigantic beasts were making their way to Castle Haugen. Each of them were incredibly grotesque, with seven in total. Milosh stood out from the group. He looked half beast and half man, with the silhouette of a hulking brute. Organic metal jutted out of his fur like armor while a twisted grin was plastered across his face.
Sten and Dunja reared up and charged at Milosh while two other beasts dealt with Milosh’s allies. This duo was Barna and The Beast of Old. Weaver and Gabriella were speechless as they saw Milosh effortlessly bat the king and queen away. This did not deter the two, but it was clear something was not right. How did Milosh get that strong? The other beasts dogpilled Barna and The Beast of Old, but they were not going down that easily. Still, all of it was a harrowing sight to behold. Milosh eventually taunted Barna, leading to a brutal brawl between the two. Sten and Dunja then shifted their attention to the other beasts.
“WHAT IS EVEN HAPPENING?” Gabriella panicked.
“Milosh used the blood Gummi procured!” Odo answered. “Whatever Milosh forced him to do, it turned him into that monstrosity! We can’t even put a dent in him!”
Feeling his blood boiling at maximum heat, Weaver roared as loud as he could. “I’LL BURN THAT SCUM TO CINDERS!”
This caught Milosh’s attention, scaring the three. The villain began slowly approaching with his beasts following. Gabriella readied her rifle. “Weaver! Was that really a good idea!?! Odo? Any ideas?”
“No flipping clue!” Odo replied as they backed up.
“Blast… um, what’s the status of the castle? Do we need to get them away from it?”
“Ideally! It’s being guarded by Gratiana and Torunn, with Andelin, Aureolus, and Rumbler waiting on the inside. I have no idea if they could fend these brutes off though!”
Milosh cackled maniacally. “What’s this!? Three little morsels before the main course?!” His voice sounded horrid as it boomed towards them.
Barna ripped the front wall off of a building and hurled it at Milosh. “YOU LAY ONE CLAW ON THEM AND I’LL RIP YOU LIMB FROM LIMB!” He roared.
“YOU AND WHAT ARMY?” Milosh shot back, followed by an evil laugh with his fellow beasts. “You flea-bitten mutt! Gudrun’s work is truly impeccable! Admit it; You’ve finally failed! I AM THE TRUE HEIR TO THE BEAST OF OLD!”
“AS IF!” The Beast rebuked. He had just bitten into the neck of one of Milosh's beasts, rendering it still and silent. “I would NEVER let a dreg like you carry on my legacy!”
Milosh cocked his head, his gruesome grin unsettling everyone. “Alright then, let me reword that: I AM THE BEAST OF OLD NOW!” He bellowed, followed by more laughter.
The Beast of Old was ready to rip Milosh a new one, but something happened before he could. Gummi came strolling out of an alleyway, looking incredibly smug and proud of something. He was dressed in his best clothes, smoking a cigar, and carrying a vile full of red liquid. The man then turned to face his father for the last time. “You know, Milosh? I once read that a wise general, Napoleon Bonaparte, once said that you shouldn’t correct the enemy when they’re making a mistake… or maybe it was Sun Tzu… Either way, the point still stands.”
Milosh was surprised, but chuckled in a creepy manner. “Haha, precisely, Gummi… Wait a second! Why haven’t you drank your blood!? My orders were clear, weren’t they?! What are you waiting for!?!”
Gummi laughed. “Good lord, your mother didn’t do you any favors, did she?”
“WHAT IS THAT SUPPOSED TO MEAN!?”
“Sun Tzu also said that every battle is won before it is ever fought…”
“YOU BLITHERING, DISOBEDIENT BRAT! DO WHAT I SAY OR ELSE!” Milosh roared, shaking his surroundings.
Gummi blew out a puff of smoke, then clapped and held his arms out wide. “Milosh, despite what I just said, let me clue you in on a little something since you are too dense to understand what’s about to happen: Let’s just say someone spiked your drink…”
Next: Chapter 30
ULTRAMagic Alternate © 2022 William Ford II (ChaoticTempleKnight)
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Gabriella and Weaver were out shopping on the third day, wanting to take some souvenirs and supplies back to The Unlight. Finding Faolán was going to be a bit of an endeavor after all. Weaver was enjoying the New Paradiso Mall. It was like a small version of The Market District, except cleaner and more organized. The sounds, scents, and stores excited him to no end. Something Weaver loved doing was peering into the outlets from the windows. He wanted to visit every single one, but did not have the time to do so. Out of all the stores, the electronics stores were his favorites. Something about the advanced technology (to him) and the flashy aesthetics of them spoke to his inner child, provoking a desire to purchase a random box of metal and wires so he could play around with it.
As the pair took a break at a restaurant, Gabriella realized something. “Oh! Weaver, want to go to the arcade?”
“Arcade? I think I’ve heard of that… what are they?” He then took a bite of his burger.
“Games. Video games, skill games, and the chance to win prizes.”
“Okay, yeah, I’ve heard of those in the market district. What are they like? I’ve never been to one…”
Gabriella sipped some of her soda. “Well let’s finish our food first. Then I’ll show you.”
The Critical Chance Arcade was sensory overload for Weaver and he loved every moment of it. Arcade cabinets were everywhere, the walls were lit with neon lights, energetic techno-rock played over the speakers, and people were everywhere. Passing by a video game that had gunshots or blasters blaring would give Weaver goose bumps as the thumping of the sound effects shook his ears. The skill games caught his eyes with their flashing lights and invited him to try them. He had no idea where to get started as he kept glancing around, overwhelmed by the choices. Gabriella then tapped him on the shoulder and brought him over to what she explained was a coin machine.
“Alright, here’s 50 arcade coins for the games. Insert these into the coin slot and you’re good to go. Any relevant instructions should be on the cabinet, so you shouldn’t have any problems.”
Weaver took the small box he was handed. “50? That’s a lot, isn’t it?”
“You’ll need it. I suggest 25 for the video games and 25 for the skill games.”
“Ah, I see… Hey, that Apocalypse Conquest Requiem game looks pretty cool…”
The game in question was an on-rails shooter in which a group of arcane commandos fought through hordes of eldritch zombies, with the whole conflict being spurred by a dying god. Gabriella was indifferent towards the game, but she played along since Weaver was enjoying it. They got pretty far before calling it quits after five coins. The two then moved onto a racing game that had realistic driving and a eurobeat soundtrack. Gabriella really enjoyed this one, but Weaver had trouble learning the controls. Having to use pedals and a steering wheel was throwing him for a loop.
Weaver eventually migrated over to a special game that had a booth resembling a cockpit. What he found inside was a battle royale game focusing on mech battles. He immediately fell in love with the game as it just worked for him. The combat was satisfying, with the cabinet shaking and rumbling in response to his actions. A neat feature he really liked is that the game had a character that addressed him by the name he entered into it. Weaver was doing fantastic, but eventually lost and emerged to see a few demons applauding him. They had been watching several displays that showed his gameplay. He smiled and thanked them as he walked away to go find Gabriella. She was found watching two demons playing a dance rhythm game.
“Hey, Gabriella!”
“There you are, Weaver. Enjoy Mobile Mech Thunder?”
“Hell yeah, it was a blast. What’s up here?”
“Oh just Cynassa and Zasiel going hard on super hard mode. Shh, they don’t realize I’m here yet” she replied with a chuckle.
The two demons were focused on the game, their feet quickly moving between arrow pads. One had silver skin, beautiful white hair, and wore a t-shirt with jeans. The other had scarlet skin, purple hair, horns (one broken), and wore a red suit bodysuit that felt punk-esque. Both were sweating as the fast paced music thumped through the game’s speakers. A group of arcade-goers had gathered to watch the two dance, enthralled by how well they were doing. Near the end of the song, the red demon gave out, falling to the ground as the silver demon took the high score. The onlookers clapped as the two got off the machine.
“Every time, Cynassa! How!?” The red demon complained as he took some water and chugged it.
The silver demon smiled. “Have you forgotten that I’m a wind demon, Zas?”
“Oh yeah…”
“Boys, long time no see!” Gabriella announced.
“Gabriella, welcome back!” Cynassa said with a hug.
“Good to see you again in one piece, haha,” Zasiel replied, shaking her hand.
Gabriella cleared her throat. “Now boys, I have something important to say: I finally have a boyfriend…”
“Hey!” Weaver put in.
“This is Weaver Craddock, a blacksmith from Shadowland.”
Cynassa shook his hand. “So you’re the one Stolas told us about. Nice to meet you.”
Zasiel followed suit. “Same here. Your hair looks neat…”
“Uh, thanks. Yours too…” A little awkward, but Weaver knew he meant well. He had done similar things when he was young.
“So Gabriella, how’s it going in The Unlight?” Zasiel asked. “Find out anything about the primordials?”
She chuckled. “Well I’d imagine so given that I’ve met at least six of them…”
His yellow eyes went wide. “Really?!” Gabriella nodded. “Wow, that’s amazing…”
Weaver looked at Zasiel, then back to Gabriella. “Is he a…?”
“A primordial? Most certainly. Somewhat recently we found out he’s one of The Nightmare of Old. We should probably go to the rest area before we get into this topic though.”
Once there, Zasiel gave a brief history of how he ended up in Inferno. Back when he was in Heaven, he had gotten into a fight with Archangel Uriel over an incident that occurred at Mt. Hermon on Earth. “We exchanged insults for a bit before I finally said screw and left Heaven. And then I found myself in a place that would come to be called the Mojave desert in the future. I guess I wasn’t supposed to be there, because a nice man named Ignatius came and brought me to Inferno. He left me with my first dad, Lucifer. He then eventually got a hold of my current dad, Zaem Tah, who adopted me.”
“And over time Zas would meet me, Stolas, Gabriella, and Tanya,” Cynassa added.
“Wow, that’s quite the story,” Weaver remarked. “I’m glad it all worked out for you, Zas. I know how hard it can be to be displaced from your home.”
“You too? What happened, Weaver?”
Zasiel had legitimate concern in his voice and this tugged at Weaver’s heart strings a little. He gave a quick explanation that prompted the demon to get up and give him a hug. Weaver greatly appreciated that, as it felt like something a brother would do. After that, the four returned to the games. Since Weaver had mainly played the video games, he figured it was time to check out the skill games. Zasiel and Cynassa were happy to show him the ropes. They taught him about skee-ball, the crane games, basketball, and the coin pushers. Skee-ball was Weaver’s favorite as he certainly had the arm for it.
Once they had enough tickets from the games, the group went over to the prize corner. There was all sorts of stuff from toys to video games, art supplies, stuffed animals, trading cards, and various candy. Zasiel and Cynassa went for action figures while Gabriella picked out a giant stuffed animal. This was a present for a young demon she was tutoring. As for Weaver, he was not sure what to pick. A lot of the prizes felt too juvenile for him. Eventually his eyes landed on a lone teddy bear that looked like it needed an owner.
Soon the friends had to part ways for the day as Gabriella and Weaver had to go home. Xavier drove the two, commenting on how they looked like they had a good time. As they traveled, Gabriella inquired about the teddy bear. Weaver never had one as a child, and the one he bought apparently had gone unsold for years. Naturally he asked about the boy the stuffed animal was for in return. She explained that he was a fire demon named Heinrik Rofocale and that he had been a very good student as of late. She planned to call him and his father over the next day.
The rest of the day was getting ready to head back to The Unlight. Weaver was excited to see everyone again and Gabriella was ready for a new round of adventures. Valentina prepared an extra hearty meal for the two that night. She wanted to make sure they were good to go when they woke up in the morning. Things seemed fine upon the couple getting into bed, but Weaver was plagued with nightmares all throughout his sleep. They centered around Milosh coming back and attacking Shadowland. The sun eventually rose, with Weaver jolting awake in a cold sweat.
“Honey, what’s wrong?” Gabriella asked as he tore through his grimoire.
After stopping on a specific page, his face grew incredibly horrified. He slammed his book shut and shot out of bed. “WE NEED TO MOVE, NOW!”
Things were a blur as the two scrambled to get ready. Gabriella rushed to get a pentagram and placed it at the foot of the front door. “Weaver, I got the seal ready. Normally the council doesn’t like it when we do this, but this is obviously an emergency. Are you ready?”
“Ready as I’ll ever be…” Weaver replied as he cracked his knuckles.
Valentina rushed from her office to the balcony above them, carrying a weapon. “Gabriella, Matilda!” She tossed her daughter an angelic gun that resembled a flint-lock rifle, adorned with an ornate bayonet.
Gabriella proudly slung it around her back, followed by her putting on her tricorn hat. “Thanks, mom. Be ready to move, just in case we need back up!”
“I’ve already alerted the council. Knock’em dead, sweetie!”
Gabriella and Weaver rushed through the portal, ignoring the disoriented feeling it spurred. Sirens rang out at Redstar Station as panicked citizens scrambled about. The two pushed through them, making their way outside. They were greeted by the sight of knights and soldiers clashing with strange creatures. Sir Odo was amongst them, having just felled a beast with his sword. It was repugnant, looking like a mass of sludge in the shape of a wolf or a bear. As it faded away, the knight noticed his friends.
“EARTH BEASTS!?” Weaver exclaimed. “How’d they get here?!”
“Weaver, Gabriella!” Odo said while trying to catch his breath. “It’s Milosh! He’s got one last trick up his sleeve: He’s turned into a beast and he’s heading to the castle! We need to get to Strike Street, now!”
Weaver gritted his teeth and roared, transforming into the Lava Hound with a fiery burst. “THEN WHAT ARE WE DOING WAITING AROUND HERE!?! GO! GO!”
The trio barreled through the city, taking out any earth beasts along the way. Weaver trampled anything that opposed him while Gabriella’s shots hit their mark every time. They arrived at the castle road only to be met with sheer chaos. Multiple, gigantic beasts were making their way to Castle Haugen. Each of them were incredibly grotesque, with seven in total. Milosh stood out from the group. He looked half beast and half man, with the silhouette of a hulking brute. Organic metal jutted out of his fur like armor while a twisted grin was plastered across his face.
Sten and Dunja reared up and charged at Milosh while two other beasts dealt with Milosh’s allies. This duo was Barna and The Beast of Old. Weaver and Gabriella were speechless as they saw Milosh effortlessly bat the king and queen away. This did not deter the two, but it was clear something was not right. How did Milosh get that strong? The other beasts dogpilled Barna and The Beast of Old, but they were not going down that easily. Still, all of it was a harrowing sight to behold. Milosh eventually taunted Barna, leading to a brutal brawl between the two. Sten and Dunja then shifted their attention to the other beasts.
“WHAT IS EVEN HAPPENING?” Gabriella panicked.
“Milosh used the blood Gummi procured!” Odo answered. “Whatever Milosh forced him to do, it turned him into that monstrosity! We can’t even put a dent in him!”
Feeling his blood boiling at maximum heat, Weaver roared as loud as he could. “I’LL BURN THAT SCUM TO CINDERS!”
This caught Milosh’s attention, scaring the three. The villain began slowly approaching with his beasts following. Gabriella readied her rifle. “Weaver! Was that really a good idea!?! Odo? Any ideas?”
“No flipping clue!” Odo replied as they backed up.
“Blast… um, what’s the status of the castle? Do we need to get them away from it?”
“Ideally! It’s being guarded by Gratiana and Torunn, with Andelin, Aureolus, and Rumbler waiting on the inside. I have no idea if they could fend these brutes off though!”
Milosh cackled maniacally. “What’s this!? Three little morsels before the main course?!” His voice sounded horrid as it boomed towards them.
Barna ripped the front wall off of a building and hurled it at Milosh. “YOU LAY ONE CLAW ON THEM AND I’LL RIP YOU LIMB FROM LIMB!” He roared.
“YOU AND WHAT ARMY?” Milosh shot back, followed by an evil laugh with his fellow beasts. “You flea-bitten mutt! Gudrun’s work is truly impeccable! Admit it; You’ve finally failed! I AM THE TRUE HEIR TO THE BEAST OF OLD!”
“AS IF!” The Beast rebuked. He had just bitten into the neck of one of Milosh's beasts, rendering it still and silent. “I would NEVER let a dreg like you carry on my legacy!”
Milosh cocked his head, his gruesome grin unsettling everyone. “Alright then, let me reword that: I AM THE BEAST OF OLD NOW!” He bellowed, followed by more laughter.
The Beast of Old was ready to rip Milosh a new one, but something happened before he could. Gummi came strolling out of an alleyway, looking incredibly smug and proud of something. He was dressed in his best clothes, smoking a cigar, and carrying a vile full of red liquid. The man then turned to face his father for the last time. “You know, Milosh? I once read that a wise general, Napoleon Bonaparte, once said that you shouldn’t correct the enemy when they’re making a mistake… or maybe it was Sun Tzu… Either way, the point still stands.”
Milosh was surprised, but chuckled in a creepy manner. “Haha, precisely, Gummi… Wait a second! Why haven’t you drank your blood!? My orders were clear, weren’t they?! What are you waiting for!?!”
Gummi laughed. “Good lord, your mother didn’t do you any favors, did she?”
“WHAT IS THAT SUPPOSED TO MEAN!?”
“Sun Tzu also said that every battle is won before it is ever fought…”
“YOU BLITHERING, DISOBEDIENT BRAT! DO WHAT I SAY OR ELSE!” Milosh roared, shaking his surroundings.
Gummi blew out a puff of smoke, then clapped and held his arms out wide. “Milosh, despite what I just said, let me clue you in on a little something since you are too dense to understand what’s about to happen: Let’s just say someone spiked your drink…”
Next: Chapter 30
ULTRAMagic Alternate © 2022 William Ford II (ChaoticTempleKnight)
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