NationStates Jolt Archive

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The grass only deftly and softly hid the stone ruins perched beneath it’s heathen edge, the dripping of the drizzling rain only so slowly coming down, the small cavernous tunnel holding a small break of space, only fit for a few people. Frankly, there were only three people entering the winding path, headed towards the end of the large trail, as the lightning dazzled across the sky still, shocking and bright at the same time, beautiful and terrible simultaneously. Those three, trapped in the storm, took shelter and edged closer towards the end of the cavern, into the gaping maw of a hoveringly cold evil. The one in the lead, a relatively tall, beautiful, long haired brunette, eyes watching and piercing, face brimming with strength and confidence, her lithe and powerful body standing lead as the others awaited. Silver lace slivered down her uniform, navy, but black in this lightless alley of rock. A gold sabre dangling at her waist, she had her right hand firmly placed upon it’s handle, and scanned the place around quickly, her eyes looking around in a fearful, but careful manner.

The other two behind her, a man and a woman, seemed to be relatively the same height as each other, but the man sported a long, furry moustache, and a drooping, mistaken face, as if he was in a state of constant tiredness. It was apparent he did not enjoy being here, nor did he volunteer, as he grumbled under his breath, but by the way Denise moved, it seemed he had no choice. The other, an older, but still pretty woman, with long vibrant blonde hair, skimmed her eyes around the darkness of the cave just like Denise did, but did not keep her wary, and her hands swung around carelessly as they trekked onwards into the insides of the rock tunnel.

“Captain, what are we looking for?” The older man said, his voice ranting off the tone, looking around in suspicion. “There’s nothing here.”

“You’re wrong, Ellidias.” Denise said, her face not moving, as she kept walking, the other two following her closely. “I can feel something is there. Something…not meant to be here.” She reached out her hand, and the rough stone wall felt smooth and silky suddenly, her hand feeling a softness never had she felt before. “Something’s here.” She whispered, lighting up a flare to illuminate the scene, the smoothness of a carved statue, a hooded man holding a sword, a shining metal sword that glistened with an untouched fervour, as even the sheer sharpness and the craftsmanship unforeseen by any of them ever so.

“What is that?” The woman behind Denise asked, her eyes glazed over in a longing sense. “I want to touch it.” She reached her hand out, but a small and unfamiliar voice spoke to Denise, in the rotting back corners of her mind.

I feel your longing, and I will protect you, as long as you love me. It said, like a longing child, like a sheathing passion that was shot unheard. Love me, and I will protect you, dearest. It told her once more, as Denise’s eyes began to glaze over as well, her face contorting a sad and mourning expression, her hand dropping down unto it’s spherical end, feeling the polished knob shining with a gleam of silver and dazzling contortion. Love me, dearest, as I love you. It whispered once more, as in a blindingly swift motion, Denise grabbed the blade and with unnatural strength, wrench it from the hands of the stone statue.

In a shock of lightning, she slashed the first man, as he could barely move before responding, but the second woman quickly lifted her blade to block Denise’s attack. The flames erupted from the sword, and Denise, with her new weapon, cut the wreathing golden blade into two, like a hot knife searing through warm butter. In a flash of speed, the woman was cut in half, her body in strewn remains, the blood flowing out of the tunnel as Denise crawled out, the sword clutched tightly to her breast. Abandoning her golden blade within the cavern, she kissed the handle of her newfound sword softly, before disappearing into the rainy night.

Havoc and his twin, Chaos, have just arrived at one of the ten Military bases in Raunin, Jenrak. This one is upper Raunin. Their master, Count JWolf, has sent them to take care of somebody that was a thorn in the Count’s side. Their target is on Nahk Territurari. A half-machine/ half man who has the power to control his daughter somehow. The Count only found that part a couple of weeks ago.

So, he sent two of his best servants to get the job done. But they would plan before they strike.

Havoc and Chaos are 525 year old Damphir vampires that where born in Southern Germany in 1480. The Count took both of them as his own when they were 25 years old. Both of them have fight side by with each other. Over the years they have became a power fighting force. They can use any type of firearm good but they use their whips better.

They were lead to a stone building, where they would stay in from their time in Jenrak.

OOC: Havoc = http://img437.imageshack.us/img437/9207/havoc4dr.jpg
Chaos = Looks like Havoc but the color of his outfit is different then Havoc. EX. The red on Havoc’s outfit is white on Chaos’.

Abandonned Apartment, Erges
Denise, it seemed, did not go home, but she left the place, and forsake her father's wishes. For a little while, she felt a small pulsing in the back of her head, yet once more, as she listened to her beloved blade, had destroyed the mechanical control her father had placed on her since birth. Unable ot trust anyone anymore, and paranoid and bloodthirsty, she fled to the borken down apartments on Erges' outskirts, where only the homeless, the unfortunate, and the ones with something to hide lived. She was all of them now.

While the blade gave her power, it took away everything else. With eveyr passing second, she became more loved to it, and treated it was her own husband, as if it was a man who dearly had feelings for he so. It was poisoning her mind.

Nahk's Tower, the Mountain of Brathk
Sipping his tea, sitting in the warmth of the sunlight, Nahk only chuckled as he felt the soft click of energy surge through his body. "My daughter has finally freed herself. What a smart child." He said, not even knowing yet of his cherished daughter's fate.

Inside a huge room, at the Dominion Military Base in Upper Raunin

Havoc and Chaos were looking over reports. These reports have info on Nahk. Everything in the reports have been gain by Shadow Foxes for two weeks. After the twins read the reports over and over, they would act.

“The Mountain of Brathk is where our target is.” said Chaos with a heavy German accent.

“Correct, brother.” said Havoc with a heavy German accent.. “This robot will not know anything when we attack him.”

“Yes, brother.” said Chaos. They went back to the reports on the desk in front of both of them.

Nahk waited, his head in his hand, his mind in thought. Where is she? He wondered, thinking carefully, his brain quivering in wonder. Finally, the doorbell rang, and he stood up, and walked down to wonder who it was.

Havoc and Chaos had learned everything in the reports. Both men were ready to kill the robot freak. They had their whips on their left side and a Colt King Cobra in a hostler on their right side.

They loaded in a stealth plane that would take them to a city near Nahk’s castle. They would find a way to enter the castle. Or watch it from afar for a little bit.

The black plane entered the air and head towards the Mountain of Brathk.

As he opened the door, there stood Denise, in ripped and dirty clothing, only a dark blue sweater and a pair of navy jeans. She did not wear the uniform, and she looked tired and dirty, starving and in pain. However, in her right hand, dragged along the ground, was a long, large sword, still sparklingly clear, and shining in bright light, as if it was never used. No blood was stained upon it's surface, and not a single scratch on it's ends.

"Ah, Denise. How - " But as he said that, his daughter swung up her blade, and lunged down, but Nahk was quicker than she anticipated. In a swift flash, he pulled up two long swords, and his eyes squinted in suspicion.

"What are you doing, Denise? What are you trying to do?" He asked, but Denise did not answer; she only looked back with a dead stare. He mouth did not even move, as she turned aruond and slashed, but Nahk's swords blocked that again.

"Don't do this, Denise. I'm your father." He said, but she merely turned around and attempted to stab him, and then twisted and almost sliced his arm. Nahk had enough. Daughter or not, he would no longer play a cornered mouse. "You've left me no choice." He said, as he leapt up into the air and plunged down, his blade twisting around and kicking his daughter in the face, as she flew back into the stone wall.

Rising up again, unharmed it seemed, Denise lunged forwards onto Nahk, and jumped as he stabbed, where she twisted and sliced his blades in two, as they littered the ground in fragments. Nahk turned around and grabbed his daughter in the face, and plunged her into the marble gruond, but she sliced his hand off in a single swipe, so effortlessly and so cleanly. He drew out a mace, but it was sliced in two as well, as the sword emblazed, and cut the robotic father in two, his remains falling down unto the entrance hall floor.

"You're...you're not my daughter..." He said, in his last breath, his gears weeping in sorrow. With a final expulsion, his hand let go, and the metal began to fall apart, only a strewn remain of flesh blood and bone. Denise turned around, and cut a large gaping cut into a nearby painting, where it caught fire and began to engulf the tower.

Without even looking back, she dissappeared, jumping out of the crumbling blaze through the window.

By the time, the plane neared the Mountain of Brathk. The tower was fully on fire. “Master Havoc, you need to see this.” said the pilot on the radio.

Havoc head to the cockpit, he looked out of the front windows. “Turn this plane around after Chaos and me jump from the plane.” he ordered. The pilot and co-pilot said yes.

At the rear of the place, the cargo door opened and both men stood there with parachutes on their back. Havoc jumped first followed by Chaos. After free falling for 3,000 feet, they pulled their ripcords. They would land in four minutes about ten miles from the city.

Five minutes later….

“Burn the chutes.” said Havoc. Chaos had both parachutes next to each other. He had a thing of lighter fluid in his right hand. He poured all of it on the chutes and lit a match with this left hand.

Throwing the match on chutes, Havoc and Chaos turned towards the city. By the time, they made it to the city. Those chutes would be nothing but ash.

Abandonned Apartment
Denise never revelled in what she did, never came to realize she had killed her father, the only living blood relative to her now, by the whim of her newly found blade. It proved to be an overwhelming virtue for her, yet she kept going, never wavering in her judgement, keeping her idealistic fondness of the blade going.

After Havoc and Chaos arrived in the city, they could still see the fire at Nahk’s tower. “Something up.” said Havoc to Chaos quietly.

“We will find a pub or something to get more info on what is going on.” said Chaos back to his brother.

Havoc agreed, so they start searching for a pub or bar.

Arcarum only wondered what happened, as the news of Nahk's death reached the highest levels of power quite quickly. Who did it? Why? He wondered, his mind in grief. Isolating himself atop Zarazego, he thought of who could have conspired against him.

Saerus had prayed of utmost thought to Nahk's well being off in the netherverse, and Ashili had not uttered a single word to anybody thus far. Truly something was going on. Somebody wanted this to happen.

After getting word about Nahk’s death, Havoc and Chaos high tailed it back to the base. It took almost a day for those two to get back in the stolen truck. But they made it.

Havoc report to the Count that Nahk was killed but not by their hands. The Count sent back a message saying ‘Find the killer.’

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Ashili’s castle…..

Edward walked into the office and saw his wife. “Who could have kill him?” he asked out loud as he walked over to her. He hugged and held her close to him.

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Saerus’ castle

Selene was walking around the castle with her baby daughter in her arms. “Cassandra, you’re the most beauty baby in the world.” she said before spotting one of her husband’s men. He walked over to him and asked “Where is my husband?”

Ashili did not change her expression, only cried softly through simpered tears, and gritted teeth. "I don't know. But I will find him, and kill him." She said, shaking in anger.

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"In the top tower, Madam." The guard said, odding before leaving. "He wished not to be disturbed, but perhaps you can break him out of his trance."

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In the cold, quiet realms of stone in Viraranaar's dungeon, he sat, as the candles whisked in response, Viraranaar sat quietly, as the smoked whirled around as he chanted his hymm. Fire crackling, a small, stick-like object appeared in the smoke, and he frowned. "But why? Why now?" He wondered, his wonder only a whisper.

“Well, when my father get wind of this.” said Edward. “There will be hell to be paid. You know me and my father did not like him but we would never try to kill him.”

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“Thank you.” said Selene. Before she head up to the top tower, she knocked before walking in. “Saerus, are you in here?” she called.

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Havoc and Chaos would track down this killer. But they have to find the killer first. TVs lined a whole wall in buidling they were staying in, each TV was on Jenrak news channel. Watching and wait to hear of another killing.

"I know." Ashili nodded, and she sat up straight. "But who would? Nahk doesn't have any open enemies who would be willing to kill him."

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"I am, but I am busy. Can you come back later?" He said, as the sheathing of a knife was heard, and the dripping of blood on the other end heard as well.

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Find more flesh, my love The whisper demanded, and Denise only nodded and kissed her blade in affection. "But where?" She asked, dragging the sword along, her eyes baggy and her face pale and gaunt from the lack of sleep she felt.

Edward through about it a second. I have to tell here. he said in his mind. She is my wife.

“Havoc and Chaos but they only listen to father.” said Edward. “They don’t act on their own with out orders from father.”

“They would be a match for Nahk.” said Edward. “And they are both in Jenrak as we talk.” Edward backed off and walked towards the door. “Nahk was doing something to his daughter that father found out a couple of weeks ago. Shadow Foxes have been watching him for those couple of weeks.”

“Father want Denise to be free of her father’s mind control.” said Edward. “But I can tell you something, Nahk’s death is not on Havoc’s and Chaos’ hands. It was not their style. They don‘t burn down anything.”

“Havoc and Chaos will be on the hunt of the killer. You have my word, the killer will be tracked down and kill from Nahk’s death.”

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“Okay, meet me in the office or bedroom.” said Selene. “So, we can talk about this strange news.” But she stay in the room, scanning with her eyes. Looking for her husband.

"Thank you for being honest with me." Ashili said, her expression unchanged. "But this information will not bring him back, and now I wonder what will happen." She said, thinking carefully.

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"Alright." Saerus said, his voice booming throughout the towering room, as a knife was pierced into his palm, the blood pouring out into the bowl in front of him, as he wrapped a long, winding bandage around his freshly cut hand. "Issshit Yalthist" He murmured, raising the small bowl, and dropping a small amount of oil onto it's rim.

With a quick move, he lit up a match, and dropped it into the bowl, the blood lit aflame with the burning sensation of the oil on it's surface, as the smoke rose deftly, spawned from blood and thought. "Bring your soul to the Netherverse, and live there in peace, as one you wish to live, for you have served your country enough. Never did you bring to think of contamination of our race, but of strength, and prosperity."

He exhaled, before sitting in the dashing ray of sunlight. "Our covenant of blood is broken.Nahk, let you rest in peace, without worry of your thought."

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Wrapped in cloth, held in her arms, Denise Territurari walked along the midline subway, waiting for an open avenue to enter. When she paid for her ticket, she went for the only destination available; Archios, the province of the ocean. In her ride to their destination, she felt the emptiness of the blade enter into her arms, as an old man lifted up the bundle of cloth to make more room on the train.

In a blinding fury, she leaped up and drew out her sword, and slashed the man in two, but the police entered into the cargo hold immediately, amidst the screams and yells of the people, as bullets whizzed through the air. Denise immediately leaped out of the train window, onto the ledge nearby, sticking out the sword to slashed the frame of the moving train.

Her grip was inhuman, her endurance supernaturally eerie. In half, the train split, and crashed down onto the bridge outside, the thousands of innnocent souls laid down and dropping unto their unfortunate fate into the icy neva. Only an explosion was heard, and Denise was nowhere to be found. Investigations were dumbfounded, and reports of witnesses skeptical.

IPJ News
Today, A small train carrying a group of passengers headed to various locations in southern Archios was skimmed off the bridge, into a large freezing river. The total official body count is around 614, but more drifting bodies and unexplained corpses tally the number into thethousands. Investigations are pending, but it seems that the train was slashed open when it fell off, yet no weapon or remains of any culprit activity yet found. Police are assuring citizens that things are going smoothly, and things will be soon cleared up.

“Havoc and Chaos will track down the killer.” said Edward. “Father send them to make Nahk stop controlling his daughter with some type of radio wave or something.”

“Havoc report back to father saying Nahk was killed but they had nothing to do with it. Havoc said Nahk’s towers was already engulf with flames.”

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Selene stepped out of the room after see what Saerus was a doing. Nahk, who killed you? she asked to herself as walked towards the bedroom.

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Back at the military base….

Havoc centered in on TV with a strange report on it. “Southern Archios, we must go.” he said out loud.

Chaos looked at the TV and said “We will find the killer in that area.” They put their weapons in their spots before looking at the map of Jenrak.

Both men turned and headed to waiting black Mi-35 HIND E helicopter. They would make it there in less 30 minutes. Two Mi-28 Havoc attack helicopters would be their guardian angels during the whole trip.

"Engulfed?" She asked in surprise. "But how?"

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The blade still quivered in it's sheath, and Denise only wandered down the street, her hands cold and frozen, the blood in her veins icy with content and sorrow. Only the calmness and warmth of her sword gave her appreciation, and she edged into the apartment, an abandonned structure that nobody had entered in years. Holding it closely, she looked around warily, as if somebody was there.

“All I know is, the pilot called Havoc up to the cockpit because he need to see something.” said Edward. “As Havoc walked in, he saw the tower on fire.”

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30 minutes later…..

The black Mi-35 HIND E helicopter and the two Mi-28 Havoc attack helicopters neared where the train chased into the water beyond. Havoc looked out of open hatch in the back of the Mi-35. “That looks weird.” he said.

“What brother?” asked Chaos as he looked down at the chase.

“The train is two halves.” said Havoc. “And it looks smooth like somebody cut it with sword.”

“I see.” said Chaos.

"That's odd. Was it already ablaze?"

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She still sat rocking in a small, broken chari, clutching the blade close to her heart, even as a couple straggled in, drunk and wandering, clattering the objects around as they trekked, surprising her. One of them, a long haired, blonde woman, began to unzip the man's pants, as he smiled with a childish smile, as Denise walked down the stairs to find them there.

"Who're you?" The man asked, advancing his way towards her, as the woman was too drunk to follow him. Denise did not move.

His arm on her shoulder, he smiled and chuckled insanely. "What a pretty thing you are," he said, pants still down at his ankles. "What's your name?" He asked.

Denise did not reply, but only unsheath her blade and cut the man in two, cleanly and straight down as his rib splattered apart, the spine in a perfect halved clip. The woman now was regaining sense, and screamed at the sight of her boyfriend in pieces on the flood, and the woman standing at the top of the stairs with a bloody sword dripping in her hands.

Screaming in fright, ran out of the abandonned apartment, and into the streets, screaming for help as the police came to calm her down. Investigators arrived immediately, but Denise had been gone by then, and she had taken her blade with her as well. Once more, they were dumbfounded.

“Yes, is was already ablaze.” said Edward. “Somebody had to lit on fire before they made it there.”

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Havoc ordered the pilot to land the helicopter on the outskirts of the city. Near bad part of the city. Havoc jumped out followed by his brother.

The Mi-35 entered the air again, heading back toward the military base. Before Havoc could start looking for the killer, he heard a woman’s scream. “Hear that, brother?” he asked.

“Yes.” said Chaos looking down the street. “Down the road.”

Havoc and Chaos took off running down the road. They entered a couple of alleys as they ran.

"I have to go see this for myself." Ashili said, standing up and getting on a jacket. "Something it wrong...something. I can't place my finger on it." She kissed him briefly, and then left for the hangar.

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As Havoc and Chaos passed the second alleyway, a shadowy figure appeared from atop, out of their range of vision, hiding in the shadows, quiet and still. "You're right, my love." Denise whispered, watching them as they went into another alleyway, "I am being watched. I am being followed." She turned around, and walked away.

“Well, watch yourself out there.” said Edward before he sat down at the desk.

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Havoc heard somebody heartbeat as they passed through the second alleyway. ”Somebody is back there.” whispered Havoc.

“I could tell.” said Chaos. “I will get in front of the person.” After passing through another alley, Chaos used the darkest of the alley to jump up to the fire escape and start climbing towards the roof. He started jumping to the next rooftop and another roof top.

Havoc stopped at the same time Chaos got on the rooftop, he turned and took off running towards the person.

Chaos jumped from the roof and land six feet away from Denise as Havoc stopped six feet behind her. Both of their whips in their right hands. “Know anything about the train wreak?” asked Havoc as he saw the large sword on her side.

"Madam, we're approaching the Tower in a few minutes." The pilot said, as the wind was unbearing.

"Good. Tell me when you're there." She said, turning around to go back to the quarters.

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They lie. They smell of a stench of falsehood. Do not tell them anything, love. The whisper from the sword filled her head again, and Denise shook her head to answer the two mysterious figures.

"Yes, I do. But it could be dangerous with such knowledge." She said, walking on.

“Nice sword.” said Chaos with a smile. “A little big for you.” Havoc watched her movement, making it hard for her to do something that would catch him off grand. Chaos was doing the same time.

“Got a name?” asked Havoc.

"By Great Enkur..." Ashili whispered in fright, as she saw the smouldering ruin of the tower's base, the rubble of the precipices broken and shingled. Inside were ashes upon ashes of debris, and Ashili notioned to her pilot to drop the plane down in front of the steaming mess. "I cannot believe this."

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"I can ask you the same question. What are your names? And what are you doing with those whips? Are you here to capture me? To interrogate me? Who are you, and what do you wish from me?" She asked, not even turning around to meet her pursuers.

They are tall and menacing, my dear. Be careful as they carry whips in their right hands, and they are watching your every momvement. You must be patient, if you wish to slip away. The whispering blade echoed through her head.

“Havoc and Chaos, young lady.” said Havoc. “The whips are our best friends.” His eyes looked her up and down.

“We are tracking down the killer of Nahk Territurari.” said Chaos. “We heard a scream and ran towards it. As we ran down the alley, we heard you behind us.”

“So…we put two to two together and took off after you.” said Havoc. “Name?”

Tell them your name, but not the name of your status. Think of something, and I will make sure your lie is gone through. I will make sure you are not found out.

"My name is Denise Territurari, Nahk's sister. The loss of my brother is a fairly griefing moment in my time, but I have to sustain myself, no matter what the cost for it may be. Now, are you done your questions?"

She lied. said Havoc to himself. “Wrong lady, Nahk is your father.” said Havoc with a smile. “If you are how you say you are.”

“So…Miss Territurari, your father hired a week before he was killed to act as your bodyguards.” said Chaos. “Denise, why are you not in your uniform?”

"Ah, so you caught me in the act. He never hired me, you know. He was my father, nothing else. He sired me from flesh and bone, not metal and case. He's not who you think he is, and I'm not who you think I am." Denise knelt down, and began to cut a clean circle in the stone ceiling, and before she dropped down into the hole, she said only to Havoc and Chaos, "It was nice to meet you. I hope we meet again."

And with that, she plunged down into the shadowy depths, and dissappeared.

“What the **** was she talking about?” said Havoc as he moved towards the hole. Chaos moved towards the hole, too. “The reports on her were not right, if she was Denise Territurari.” said Chaos.

“She was acting strange.” said Havoc. “She was not herself, maybe her father still has control on her somehow.”

“Whatever. We need to get out of her.” said Chaos.

“Right.” said Havoc. Both of them took off out of the ally, whips in their place.

I think she killed her father but didn’t know it. Havoc said to himself.

Ashili stood at the summit of the flames that only lightly flickered, as the fire died out, the scorchign path of destruction of the Tower of Jabbel no longer existing. Nahk's body, strewn in remains across the pile, was beyond recovery. His organs scorched and burnt, his body and his metallic frame bent and twisted, it seemed that a clean cut was made, nothing else.

Kneeing down, she prayed.

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Saerus had heard rumbling up the stairs, yelling and screaming. He heard many things, and many of the servants had cried in fury. "You cannot go in there!" They shrieked, before clattering followed. Turning around, Saerus stood up, wondering who it could be, before dark haired Viraranaar burst open into the door.

"What do you want, Vira?" Saerus asked, before Viraranaar dropped a heavyset book loudly onto the floor.

"Read it." Viraranaar commanded. "There's something in there you should know."

Havoc and Chaos didn’t head back to the military base. But head to Ashili’s castle. By the time, Ashili get back. She would find Edward and them in the office talking about what happened in the ally.

“You’re joking?” said Edward. “It can’t be Denise. She would never harm her father.”

“It was her but not her.” said Havoc. “Something was strange about her.”

"There's nothing here anymore." Ashili said, as she got on her plane and headed back to Naharahk.

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Saerus knelt down to the book, and picked it up, reading the scriptures within. "What am I supposed to be looking at?" He said, in shock, showing Viraranaar a picture of a long, and gleaming sword, massive and cruel edged, exactly the same as the blade Denise had perched on her back.

"What is this?" Saerus asked.

"That, is what killed Nahk Territurari." Viraranaar replied.

“But how?” asked Edward.

Havoc move in his seat, “I have not idea, sir.” he said. Edward could tell he was not lying. “Anything out of order with her.” asked Edward.

“Yes.” said Havoc. “She was not wearing her uniform and had this huge long sword on her back.”

“She used it to cut a hole in the ground.” said Chaos.

Ashili had entered back into her castle, and had taken off her jacket, only to sit down in the living room and flip mindlessly through the channels on the television

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"But this is simply a myth, right?" Saerus asked Viraranaar, who shook his head.

"It matches perfectly. The Tongue of Arkthary." Viraranaar said. "She's fallen to it's curse."

Inside the office….

Edward was watching ten small video screens on the left side wall, each one link the security cameras in the castle. He saw his wife arrive in the hanger then watchs her go to the living room.

“Come with me.” said Edward, who got up and head towards the door. He hit a button a black remote that slide a mirror in front of the video screens. Edward, Havoc and Chaos all walked into the hallway heading towards the living room of the castle.

After making it to the living room, Edward and the others walked in. “Ashili, meet Havoc.” he said pointing at the man with the red trim/white duster on.

“And his brother, Chaos.” said Edward pointing to the man with the white trim/red duster on. “They are older then me. They are Damphirs.”

“And they had something to tell you.” said Edward as he took a seat next to her. “Something strange.”

"Things could be stranger, but alright." Ashili confided, tired and weary. "What is it?"

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"The Tongue of Arkthary, but it's a myth." Saerus said, in disbelief. Viraranaar shook his head, and Saerus shook it again. "It's impossible."

"All the clues lead to this, Saerus. Believe it."

“Well, Mrs. Darkholme.” started Havoc. “We know the killer of Nahk Territurari.” He move in a seat in front of Ashili and Edward. Chaos move behind him.

“I bet you have heard about the train wreak near southern Archios.” said Chaos. “The train wreak was strange, it was in two halves.”

“After flying over it, we saw that the edge of both half was smooth.” said Havoc. “Smooth like somebody with a sword did it.”

“On the ground in the bad part of the city, we ran into a lady with a huge sword on her back. A sword that looks like no woman could carry.” said Chaos. “One that a huge warrior would carry.”

“Now, the person carrying this sword was…” said Havoc but before he could say the name. Edward butted in with the name “Denise.”

“And she was not dress in her police uniform.” said Havoc. “She looked like homeless woman. And we had her corner but she escape by…”

“Cut a hole in the ground.” said Chaos. “We think she is the killer of her own father. But she is not acting like herself. She is not acting like was in the video that we watched.”

“Somebody had control over her.” said Havoc.

This revelation was stunning and the amount of information for her was too overwhelming. "That doesn't make sense, though." Ashili said. "Where would she get the sword? How does she have the strength to lift it? And why would she kill Nahk? So much of it is unexplained."

At that moment, however, Saerus clicked up on her cellphone, with a brief text message, My tower. "Saerus wants something. I have to go to his tower in Archios."

“Well, I will go see my sister then.” said Edward. “Havoc and Chaos can come, too.” Edward got up and heads to the closet, he took out his dark brown duster and his black cowboy hat. He put both things on and wait for his wife.

Ashili grabbed her coat, and she went off.

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The Library of Mirrors, Secret Chamber of Arcarum's Castle

As he sipped his tea, Arcarum felt the warm, glistening puff of the warm wind breze against his face, as he now knew something was wrong. Somebody was in his library, and it was somebody whom he had not seem in such a long time. Getting up to go to the massive bookshelves, to put down his bible, he only stood in still silence as the figure leaped down, only a few feet behind him onto the glossy surface floor. Hands out in readiness, Denise watched Arcarum, as he calmly placed his book back into it's proper place.

Everything seemed so calm. Arcarum was the one who broke the ensuing silence. "Dear Denise, what has corrupted your mind to kill Nahk? Is it rage that drove you? Hallucinations? What may it be?" He asked, standing still, not looking back. He held something in his hand, but she couldn't see what it was.

Denise only spoke back with her glazed tone, monotonous and soft, "I did not kill father, no, I did not. He died by himself, that is all." She said, watching him.

"Ah, but you did. You are a foolish little girl, whom has no recollection of your actions. Has it's sharp tongue finally been able to cut your memory?" Arcarum asked.

"What do you mean?"

"Clearly you have felt it; the raging passions, the righteous lies. You are walking down a step many before it have taken, and you will not survive it. You are not to. Put down the blade, and I will not harm you." Arcarum said.

"You truly underestimate me."

"No, I do not. Anyone who has seem to able to breach into one of my many secret chambers, past all my guards, the Sadists, the Sword Bearing Police and the Fists of Stone clearly has pertinent skills at infiltration. But you are overestimating yourself." He said, standing still.

Denise lifted the blade, and leapt towards him, but Arcarum turned around and flashed a golden talisman, and she hissed in a raging anger, her teeth bearing fangs, her skin ice cold. Placing it back, Arcarum only watched as Denise withered on the ground. "It is turning you into a nymph of ice, Denise. Drop the blade, and walk away from it." He had his hand outreached, but she swung at it once her energy resumed.

A stray slash with the blade swung the talisman, smashing it into two pieces, and Denise sighed a breath of relief. Arcarum did not change his expression, only roll back up his sleeve, to reveal a pair of silver blades, thatched in runes. He dropped them instantly, and they immediately fell, but only to be caught in midair, as he swung at Denise, the blades flying in circles as he controlled them like puppets.

Lifting up her sword to cut them, they were not cut, only to be smashing against each other, neither sword nor hatchet damaging each other. "Give up, Denise. You are not strong enough to use these things." Arcarum sighed, and ran back up, as Denise lunged him in the face. Flying up the stairs of his library, Arcarum only wiped away the blood on his trickling face.

"So you have strength as well. Then I will not use these anymore." He chucked the blades back into the fireplace, where only the soot and smoke stayed, and no fire was present. Running up the stairs, it seemed Denise had won, but Arcarum emerged with an even larger weapon, a silver Cleaver, larger than the sword perched in Denised's hands. "I can have my own...relics, Denise." He swung the blade, but Denise dodged the attack, and leapt up into the massive cieling, dissappearing.

"Hmm." Arcarum said, placing the blade back down into the case it came from.

Edward, Havoc and Chaos followed Ashili to the hanger. “Any idea why Saerus would call for you?” asked Edward.

"I don't know. He usually doesn't recall anything to anybody." She said, in the helicopter, as they took the plane ride to the desolate Archios castle of Saerus Annirak.

“Well, maybe he knows something we don’t.” said Edward. He looked the windows at the passing ground.

"We'll see." She said, as they descended upon the rocky outcroppings of the Annirak Castle, it's turrets and it's gates twisting along the ridge of the towers, the hangar open ajar for their helicopter. As Ashili got out, Saerus was still in his towertop, and only Viraranaar was there to greet them.

In his usual uniform, a dark, face-covered mask, and a black tuxedo, he held an obsidian long sword in his right hand, and he held out his hand to meet Ashili's. They shook hands for a small while, before Viraranaar snapped his fingers and turned around.

"Lord Viraranaar, of the Tellihimm - " she began, but Vira only cut her off.

"We don't have time. Things are getting worse." Viraranaar said, as he awaited to meet Ashili's husband, whom he had yet met in person.

“Yes, we know.” said Edward. “Havoc and Chaos track down Nahk’s killer but she escaped.” They waited to follow Vira to Saerus location.

Viraranaar walked on. "Who killed Nahk Territurari?" He asked the group, as they entered an elevator.

"Denise." Ashili replied harshly.

"Hmm, never thought it would be her. Then again, things are different these days." Viraranaar confided, the elevator still going.

“You can say that again.” said Edward as he relax on the back wall of the elevator. He looked like his father in the way he was dressing now of days.

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Selene got word that her brother came to visit with her husband. And Ashili was not the only ones with him. Why would Havoc and Chaos be here? she asks herself in her mind. She had the nanny watch over the baby, so she could find out what was going on.

As they finally reached the precipice, the tip of Saerus' tower, Viraranaar went over to the projector, as Saerus stood cross armed in the center of the relatively small stone room. With a snap from Vira's fingers, the doors were closed, and he gestured the company to sit down.

"That, is Viraranaar, Leader of the Assassins named the Black Patriarchs and the Black Matriarchs. He and I will be explaining everything in a few moments." Saerus noted, waiting for them to sit down.

Edward, Havoc and Chaos took a seat near Saerus. They waited for somebody to say something.

“What is the meaning of this, Annirak?” Ashili said, her arms crossed in impatience, awaiting a response from Saerus, as he circled around the room like a predator, hungering on knowledge, Viraranaar’s eyes straying from left to right. Immediately, as they sat down, the projector lit up with brilliance, the sunlit room suddenly closed automatically.

“You’ll see, Ashili.” Saerus murmured, the first flickering screen to a picture of the tall and ornate man, standing powerfully amongst a mass of people, “This is the oldest picture we have of the portrayals of the Elite Gods. But, where did they come from?” He said, wandering around. He flicked the switch, and another slide opened up, showing a figure holding a lantern, but something was oddly sinister about the picture. One side of the picture showed him holding the lamp, as it gleamed inside the tunnel he trekked, the other held a torch aflame.

“This is the god Ackthal, of the Tsellian tongue. However, in the Ascheran religion, I have no idea of what his name is.” Saerus said, still circling, as the lights turned back on and the projector clicked off. “It is said that Ackthal created the concept of time and matter out of his fingertips, and that was the concept of the world. However, Ackthal was lonely, and made himself someone completely opposite of himself; a son, born of goodness, crafted in evil. To be fair to his son, he was granted powers equal to his, and thus caused strife between son and father. To compensate, Ackthal forged a powerful blade of glass and silver, that he threw unto the Earth to gain the love of the mortals. It was apparent that whichever side had mortal aid, would be at an advantage.”

“But while Ackthal was noble and just, his son, Arkthary, cunning and cruel. While as powerful as his father, he did not have the experience nor the skill to utilize his full potential. He knew that women had a natural hold over men, and that he would target them to take control of all of the mortals, so he sliced off his tongue, and dipped it in rock for it to grow into a blade. That was his gift to women; a binding, controlling, talking and unbreakable blade of an ancient relic.” Saerus concluded, still walking around.

“Of course, Arkthary and Ackthal had bred with mortal women later on, resulting in the gods we have fought – Enkur, Ciranaar, Izmishna, Scion, and the others, whom all have taken participation in this holy war, and that the powers they wield were only a fraction of that of Arkthary’s and Ackthal’s. If we hope to banish another relic of cosmic intervention, we need to find it and get rid of that sword.”

“So…we need to find Denise and use only men doing it.” said Edward. He cloud feel Ashili’s hand about to hit him. “Use men because the sword could control the women in our team. Plus, we will have to keep Denise away from the sword after we take it from her hands.”

"It'll be hard. She'll be fairly hard to find unless we know where to look."

“Who knows her the best?” asked Edward out loud.

"Nobody here, that's for sure." Saerus said. "I taught her a little in the Art of Warfare, but that's all. She was a secluded girl." He concluded, until Ashili chimed up.

"General Illuminaatrix is Denise's only friend. If there's any lead on her, he's the only one."

“Well…somebody get him on the radio or a phone.” said Edward. “And maybe we can find her before she kill again.”

"I'll get on it." Ashili said, picking up her cellphone.

“Okay.” said Edward. He and the others stayed quiet as Selene entered the room. “Brother, it is good to see you.” she said. She walked over and hugged him then backed off. “You’re looking like Father.”

Then she spotted the blonde hair ‘knights‘. “Havoc, Chaos, good to see you two again.” she said.

Saerus turned to Havoc and Chaos. "I believe I have not met you yet. Who might you be?"

“Just a couple of my former bodyguards.” said Selene. “They work for my Father.”

“We are Damphir vampires, Prince Saerus.” said Havoc with his heavy German accent.

"There is no need to call me a Prince. I am not Arcarum's heir." Saerus chuckled. "So what are you doing in Jenrak?"

“You’re a prince of the Dominion. Plus…the Count say to call you that.” said Chaos.

“We were here to make sure the Dominion military bases were all top notch.” said Havoc.

“And to make sure they can doing their jobs.” said Chaos.

"Ah, I see." Saerus nodded, as Ashili walked in.

"Illuminaatrix is at home. He's in his house in Haasdra." Ashili continued, already having her coat on. "We can't waste time, let's go."

“Well, y’all have fun.” said Selene. Edward, Havoc and Chaos took off after Ashili.

"Alright, let's go." As they headed off to the capital province-city of Haasdra, the historical center of Jenrak, as castles and churches littered the inner parts of the city, the houses and the stores in conjuction, Arcarum's island and his massive castle only floating in the middle island, the Tower of Zarazego still standing defiantly amongst the windy breeze and heights.

"Illuminaatrix's house is there." Saerus pointed to a small, tidy house with a tiny green front lawn, and a pretty garden attached out front. A few gnomes were placed in the backyard, beside a rusting shed, hewn and open with garden tools. As they landed down, they took the ride over to his house by car, and finally rang on the doorbell.

As the door opened, revealing a fairly large and content man, with a clean shaven face and a relatively lanky form. Holding a stick of butter, he smiled and shook Saerus' hands as he saw him. "Sae, m'boy! What brings you to my humble abode?" He asked, widening the entrance.

"I have to talk to you. May we come in?" Saerus notioned.

"Of course, of course. I was just making some eggs for brunch. Anybody care to have some?" He asked to everybody.

Saerus nodded in decline, but Ashili raised her two fingers. "I'd like some, Mr. Illuminaatrix."

The General smiled. "Please, call me Eln. I have to properly title you, however madam." He then turned to Edward, Havoc and Chaos, and said, "Nice to meet you fine men, come on in!" He opened the door wider.

Edward, Havoc and Chaos walked into the General’s house. What is up with this guy? Edward asked himself. The house and the way he is acting. He would be eat in the Dominion by the Dominion Army‘s high ranking officers.

Inside there was a soft smell, like a candle lit with vanilla, as Illuminaatrix turned off the Television, and he went back into the kitchen to come out with two dishes stacked with sunnyside up eggs, and a tray full of teacups, apparently filled to the brim with orange juice. "Help yourselves." He nodded to the glasses of orange juice, as he gave one of the dishes of eggs to Ashili, who suprisingly took it.

"Erm, alright. I didn't think you ate this much." She tried to shovel some off onto his, but the General had already held up his hand.

"No worries, but you should eat, Ashili." He looked at her concerningly. "You do look a little scrawny." He said, as she smirked in retorment.

"That comes from you." She pointed his bony legs and his lanky figure, in his oversized muscle shirt and baggy shorts. However, Illuminaatrix seemed to ignore that last comment.

"Sorry for the dastardly timing. Watching the news." He snickered, as he almost choked on some eggs. "Sad thing, it is, Nahk's death. There's no body, so I guess there's no proper funeral. Burying a coffin full of sand, I guess." He shook his head, but resumed eating, before turning to Edward, mouth still full with eggs.

He had some difficulty talking, and it seemed disgusting, but he finally managed it; "So, you should be Edward..." he snapped his fingers, trying to remember something, "...Darkholme. Am I correct?"

“Yes, I am Edward Darkholme.” said Edward. Havoc and Chaos were walking around the house, laughing could be here where they were.

"Well, it's nice to meet you. Aeray's told me so much about you. Leader of Law, you are, as I would say, in the Dominion? Very nice." He said, smiling before Edward would say anything.

"So, what're you here for? I'm sure you didn't just come here to have a friendly chat, since well, everybody looks so serious!" He leaned back, and slipped, landing on his ass, groaning in pain. Saerus helped him up back on his chair.

"It's about Denise. She's killed Nahk." Saerus replied. "We need to the tongue of Arkthary."

Eln raised his eyebrows. "The what? I'm not up in the terms today." He chuckled again, but only he seemed to laugh. "Can you explain?"

"Nahk's been killed by Denise, and it seems that Denise was under influence from a sword that is much more powerful than yours. It's unbreakable, and seems to entice females." Saerus explained about the tale of Ackthal and Arkthary, and the relics of intervention that came about them.

Eln had a look of heavy expression, a serious face that came through. Even in hsi ridiculous muscle shirt and his baggy shorts, he still looked extremely serious, as his face contorted into a cold, calculating sense, and he had a deeper, darker voice. He seemed to change instantly, into the General Illuminaatrix that the Jenrakian military so dearly feared. "How could this have happened?" He asked, but Saerus shook his head.

"She found it somewhere, somehow. That's all I know." He said, standing up. "We need to know where she'll be. You are her only friend, you and her used to date, do you know anything about her that could be helpful?"

Illuminaatrix shook his head solemnly. "No. She's never faced this before, and I know that whatever happens, it'll most likely be by the will of the blade, not hers. So any help I could give would be nonsensical." He said, slumping back down into his chair. "I might, however, know the most likely location the sword could be headed." He said.

“That would help us, if you can track down the sword somehow.” said Edward. “It would be something good to do.”

"The blade is most likely headed to the Church of Ciranaar, the temple worshipping the lord of judgement. It's said that the temple was built upon the foundations of a dark ritual temple worshipping Arkthary, and that Ciranaar's temple is required to maintain the evil there under check. That's the best lead I have."

“Well, that is better then not knowing where the sword is at.” said Edward. “General Illuminaatrix, this is what I want to happen, we get the sword away from her and keep for really hurting her.”

“But the last option, we would have to kill her.” he added. “So…think you can get your best male soldiers together to help us.”

"Or," He held his hand, "this could be done. We have a few scouts tracking her, no matter of their secrecy, but there is no bother, as long as she does not cause a public scene. We'll use tranquilizers to numb out her senses, and if that does not work, then we'll have to resort to metal magnets that lock it into place." Illuminaatrix dissappeared downstairs, to return ten minutes later in his uniform, bearing the distinctive gold-plated sword the Sword bearing police used.

"As for killing," he unsheathed his blade, which burst at it's tip into a flicker of fire, "I'll kill her myself." He said coldly.

“Well, your idea sounds better.” said Edward. Then Illuminaatrix disappeared downstairs and reappeared ten minutes later, “Well, it is up to you then. But if we can save her, I will try.”

Havoc and Chaos said at the same time, “I will try, too.”

“So…we ready?” he asked. Then looked over at Ashili, “You go back to the castle. I don’t want you near that sword.”

"Why not?" Ashili asked defiantly.

"Are you deaf?" Illuminaatrix asked her. "It will take over you, and we all know that one possessed walking corpse is bad enough." He wrapped a cloth around his hand, as Ashili shook her head.

"I've had more experience with this before than Denise. I can handle - " But his cloth fell over her mouth, and she slowly fell asleep.

"We should leave her here. If anybody comes for her, they won't think to look for my house. I'll station a few of my units here to keep her safe, but the priority is to keep things secret. Jenrak's civil level is pandemonic as it is."

“Damn, how you do that?” asked Edward. He, Havoc and Chaos head outside to the front lawn. Something moved in the shadows, a large muscled black figure came walking towards them. A oversized sword on his back.

“Kane, I see you follow us.” said Edward.

“It is my job, my prince.” said Major General Kane.

"Simple." He pulled out a small vial from his pocket. "Chloroform." He rolled up his sleeves, which were tipped with an assortment of razor blades latched on the interior of the uniform, revealing a small circled object and a few wires and some brownish pieces of metal.

"When you've been capture as many times as me, you have to rely on nobody but yourself." Illuminaatrix said. Pointing to the wires taped on his arm, he said, "wires, for bombs. These, detonators and magnets for the construction. Razor blades for personal weaponry, my tattoos for reference." He pointed to the tattoos running down the back of his arm, and under his hands, which showed various scribbles and nonsensible symbols.

"How to build a crossbow, how to build a gun, how to escape from standard prisons, everything useful I thought of, I tattooed in code form for when I'm captured again. All the matter of maps, layouts, and pieces for every country that has openly done something against Jenrak, tiny finger driven crossbows on my arm. My knives, can be shot right out of their handles." He rolled them back down, until the only visible weapon was the sword at his side.

"But my pride and joy is my sword, crafted by Arcarum out of the inginuity of Ascheran development. A technology marvel of my forefathers."

“Nice.” was all Edward said. “Now, we need to find her.”

"Well let's do so with haste." Illuminaatrix urged, as Saerus followed closely behind.

Edward, Havoc, Chaos, and Kane followed behind the others. This is going to be fun said Edward in his mind. He was packing a new pistol and his custom 9mm.

"We have to keep things normal. I'm off to the airport to get some tickets to Marhuis." He said, before walking down the street, headed to the massive stone dome in the distance.

“Okay.” said Edward. Why get tickets when you can call in helicopters to fly to there? he asked himself.

"Nobody knows what Illuminaatrix thinks, but we know that he is a very logical person. Never deals in what-ifs and perhaps. He always thinks on a different level than most of us, and he swept through the ranks in the Jenrakian army faster than Ashili did. People thought he would be the next Red Patriarch, but he gave the titel to Nahk, and instead of him teaching your wife, Nahk taught her the art of war."

"Make no mistake. Under that ridiculous decoy at the beginning, his tiny house, rundown manner and egotistic demeanor; it's a soul of a man." Saerus continued, "A man with too much blood on his hands."

“Well…he is one strange duck.” said Edward. He looked over at his brother-in-law and asked “How do you like being a father?”

"I've never had much time enjoying moments with my daughter nor Selene. It's all fairly different for me. Plus, I have certain things to finish first before I actually begin the parenting phase."

“I know what your talking about. Any help you need, the family is there.” said Edward. “Be happy Selene didn’t get the Darkholme twin gene. Somehow it happened to me.”

“And Ashili popped out two healthy babies.” he added.

Saerus only chuckled slightly. "I find it odd that you used the term 'popped' to detail the gift of life. I guess life is much more precious in some parts of the world than others. Then again, that seems to come from us, which, I guess, is irony to a degree."

“Well, I used popped because…” said Edward. “I have no idea why I say it. But I said it.”

Illuminaatrix came back, in a huffing puff, his chest quickly rising, and then slowly going down. Holding up a small amount of yellow paper, he gasped, "Got the tickets." He said.

“Okay.” said Edward. “You need you catch your breath before we move anymore.”

"No point in wasted time." He said. "Let's go. It's a short ride to the airfield."

“Okay.” said Edward. Havoc, Chaos, and Major General Kane followed behind Edward.

Picking up his cellphone, Saerus phoned a close-by escort. "A few of my old friends will pick us up." He said. Waiting, he watched his watch tick by only so slowly, as finally a seemingly long string of armoured cars strolled up to Illuminaatrix's tiny house, blocking the entire traffic behind them.

Out of the front car, a gleaming silver Rolls Royce, came out a man in a sparklingly crisp and clena white suit, and it glistened in the bright sunlight as if it were leather. "Boss." The man said to Saerus, shaking his hand.

"Let's go." He shook his hand again, and the doors of the cars opened up.

"International Airport." Saerus told the man.

Edward got in the car with his brother-in-law. Havoc, Chaos, and Major General Kane got in the other cars.

"Wanna-be show off." joked Edward. "I could have a fleet of helicopters fly us there. Now, that is how you show off.”

"Really? And you would waste gas and time?" He asked, apparently not taking the joke.

“It was a joke.” said Edward.

"Ah, I see." Saerus only raised his eyebrows, but did not smile. "Well no point in wasted time, so let's go."

“Yes, let’s get moving.” said Edward.

As they drove, the car sped through the arid wates towards the airport, a large and tumbling stone structure erect in the middle of a sheet of steel and metal buildings, apartments lining up the landscape, as smaller steets etched into the ground.

"There's the airport. It's alot safer to travel by corporate airways than government airways. Keeps the wary populace under control." Illuminaatrix explained.

“Nice idea.” said Edward. “Maybe I can tell Father about it later.”

As they got on the plane, it was a little hot and it was stuffed with many refugees and slaves, but they were holed up in the first-class sector, away from the unberable stench and the sorrowful faces. Illuminaatrix stayed in the refugee sector, gladly giving up his seat for Saerus sit down at.

As the avid General left, Saerus leaned over to Edward, and said, "Quite the eccentric man, he is, don't you agree?"

“Yeah, he is that.” said Edward as he took a seat next to Saerus. Havoc and Chaos took their seats behind Edward’s seat. Kane took his seat behind them.

"He's not normal today. Something's wrong with him. He is usually less open about things, and he is extremely subtle most of the time. Something's up."

“Maybe it is the sword thing.” pointed out Edward. “She is like his better police officer. Right?”

"Eln is the only real friend Denise seemed to ever had. He was the only person who was actually there for her. Not for her wealth, not for her looks, her reputation, stature, but her. Perhaps he has feelings for her that's not entirely stated."

“Maybe.” said Edward. “I think you are correct. That is why I and the others are going to take her alive.”

"No need to worry. Eln has no political influence, and his only followers would be the Sword Bearing police, which power has died ever since Nahk is dead. The death of Mr. Territurari is leaving a massive power vacuum. No general in Jenrak has thus far been able to level to his strategic skill. It's getting relatively hard."

“I see.” said Edward. In the back of his head, thousands of crazy ideas were starting to form. “How long will this trip last?” he asked.

"Fairly long, I believe. It's a maze, our airways are."

“Oh…” said Edward as he relaxed in his chair.

"Better get comfortable, then."

“That is what I’m trying to do.” said Edward. The cowboy hat over his eyes like he was going to go to sleep.

In the refugee sector of the plane, Illuminaatrix clapped dazily as he watched a man dance around in circles, a smile wide on his weather beaten face. "What splendour." Illuminaatrix said, chcjling slightly as they clapped alongside him.

Kane, being the closest to the refugee sector, looked behind him. “It sounds like they are having a party or something back there.”

Saerus only shrugged.

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When the plane finally landed, it was in the dark depths of the town of Murun, the land of the ghosts. Eerie sightings, strange things, and oddd dissappearances were the usual in this god-forsaken land, but the people who dwelled here were used to it; it was everyday life for them.

As the plane touched down unto the large and impending airstrip, the latches opened up and the tunnel led the plane and it's passengers to a healthy and clean breeze. Saerus smiled and chuckled.

"Can you believe it? The only place in Jenrak where the climate is simply livable, and it's haunted."

Edward laughed at what his brother-in-law said. “Maybe we will run into a ghost or two.” he joked. He, Havoc, Chaos, and Kane were out of the plane in seconds. They had to get off that plane. I’m calling in helicopter or two in take us back. said Edward to himself. That damn baby was pissing me off.

"The best place would be to ask the locals. We're in Drakk. Let's go see the mayor." Saerus suggested.

“Okay, you lead the way then.” said Edward. He and the others waited for Saerus to start moving, they would followed as he walked off.

"It shouldn't be too far." Saerus said, walking forwards, heading towards City Hall.

Edward and the others started behind him. Havoc and Chaos keep their eyes open for anything strange.

As they reached city hall, they saw the pretentious mayor of the city of Drakk, in a corporate business suit, talking to a taller man in a finely made leather coat. As she nodded, and signed a small slit of paper, she began to walk back into the building, but Saerus held her by the shoulder. From a distance, she seemed relatively fine cleaned, with a thick dark tan and a regal of brown hair. However, as he got closer, he realised for some trick of light, she was actually dark haired and pale skinned, and with oily strands of hair going down sleek and smooth.

"Who might you be?" She asked strongly, like a woman erred in professionalism. Saerus pulled back his sleeve, and showed her his hand, and then his medal, strewn in his pocket.

"Saerus Annirak, Gold Patriarch of the Jenrakian military and infantry divisions." He said quickly, as if he was in a hurry. "I have some questions for you." He asked her.

"Shoot." She said.

“Go ahead, Saerus.” said Edward under the cowboy hat. “Ask your questions.” Havoc and Chaos disappeared for everybody’s view but Edward could hear their half human/ half vampire heartbeat. Havoc was in the shadow to everybody’s right and Chaos was on the other side.

Major General Kane disappeared, too. Where could he be at? All yeah, there he is behind that fake tree. The tree was about six feet away from everybody.

"Do you know where the directions to the eastern plains might be?" He asked her, but she didn't reply.

"Do you know of a guide who can?" Saerus asked more clearly, and she pointed to down the street.

"Blue doors, green fence." She merely said, before walking away, apparently annoyed.

“So…we go over there.” said Edward pointing at blue doors and green fence building. “And get us a guide.”

“Okay, that sounds like a good idea. Thank you, Miss…” he said. “Mayor.” Then started towards where she pointed, Havoc and Chaos appeared form nowhere then got right behind him. Kane did the same thing.

"This can't be it." He looked in disbelief at a small, broken down shed, with a drunk man perched outside, face down on the muddy ground. Jabbing the man precariously with his gun, the drunken hoaf had finally gotten up, squinting carefully.

"Irren mkah?" He asked carefully still squinting, as Saerus knelt down.

"Duria mkah Narruad. Sarrun Saerus Annirak." Saerus said, pulling his badge, as the man quickly, and distortedly, got up and stood straight up, sweat pouring down his head.

"Aroum Indisk!" The man cried out, standing still as ice.

"Mishri Ciranaar arask Mishri." Saerus said again, watching him carefully, before the man squinted his eyes.

"Nemmen mkah deeth." The man sighed, before Saerus pulled out a gold bar, and placed it in the drunk man's hand.

"Seboth." He whispered.

"Sai, mkah Seboth." The man pocketed, and nodded.

Turning around, Saerus told to Edward and the others, "Meet our guide, Mr. Indisk."

“Oh…he better be the best then.” said Edward. “Because he is drunk and going to guide us.” Edward got serious and looked at the man. “You get one of my men killed, you will not have a head to drink your alcohol with.” he said.

"He doesn't speak English." Saerus told Edward, before turning back to the man.

"Aurdoo aurnimayth ikrith." Saerus explained to the dazing man, who still waded and blinked heavily, trying to focus.

“Oh…” said Edward. “He die, if he f***s up.” Edward looked back at the man then back to Saerus, “Can we leave now?”

"Let's go." Saerus said, motioning the man to follow him.

Edward, Havoc, Chaos, and Kane followed behind Saerus. Each one of them had an eye watching the surrounding areas.

As the group walked on, Saerus and the drunken guide at the front, the wind blew coarsely as they felt it's icy touch.

"Irthakkath. Sesslath." Saerus said, as the man shook his head, chuckling slightly.

"Remmom Dirrun Thath Sesslath."

"Enduro Sesslath Kiham?"

"Uraks ziim, naramuun."

"Enthraits tire."

"Neremith. That Sesslath Archios."

“What are y’all talking about?” asked Edward. The icy cold wind didn’t phase him or Havoc or Chaos. Kane on the other hand, his head was the only that touched the wind. So…he took out the custom made helmet, which covered the top of his head and his eyes but allowed only his month to be seen, then put it on.

"The Temple of Arkthary. It was built under the foundations of the Ciranaar Temple of worship, and now it's only a matter of time before Denise gets there. We're discussing how much time we have before it's too late. Hopefully it's only her there." Saerus explained to Edward, as he climbed over a tall rock, the outcroppings of an icyvalley strewn across the glitter of the sparkling sand, the distant storms of fury emanating with strength, green fogs perched dazily on the edge like a great horizon bleeding out teal blood.

"We can't get through the wastelands like this. We need to travel underground, and the ridges are our only safety."

“Oh…lovely.” said Edward. “And who would be there with Denise?” Edward climb over the rock and looked at the land in front of his eyes.

“How do we get underground?” asked Edward.

"Other women the tongue would seduce, I guess. There's a small number of mining tunnels that reached under the land, and they spider everywhere out into the wastes. If we can get ourselves into those tunnels, we should be able to reach the underground base and then the temple."

“Well, does our guide know where a tunnel is located?” asked Edward.

"Oruithat neermin nathratth Makkah." Saerus asked the man, whom to the man pointed to a jagged cliff, walled and barred closed.

"Enthrope Makkah." He merely grunted, before Saerus shook his head.

"Let's go."

Edward and the others followed behind Saerus. Each one was ready to attack anything that tries to jump them.

Seeing them prepare, Saerus shook his head again. "Don't worry. Barely anything lives out here, and I doubt Denise would ambush us here."

“It is always good to be prepared.” said Edward. He relaxed by the others didn’t. “Havoc and Chaos are always on. They have seen more battle then you, me and Kane.”

“And I have be killed once.” said Major General Kane. “Don’t want it to happen again.”

"That's nice." Saerus said, without a single smile, as he pressed on, slowly crawling down the hill, as they finally reached the bottom of a large cavernous hole. "Should be in there. Let's go."

“Should be?” said Edward. “You not to sure of yourself, are you?”

"Am I supposed to be? I've never travelled through the wastelands like this before."

“Does our guide think it is a way to a tunnel?” asked Edward.

"Neometh Makkah?" Saerus asked, and the man nodded his head.

"Aurrin Makkah Neometh turilla." The man replied, whom was suffering from now a slight headache. Saerus had an odd look on his face, a look of concern.

"We have to go. Quick."

“Okay.” said Edward. He and the others followed Saerus and the guide into the tunnel.

"He's already escorted Denise through this place, we have to get through to the temple quick enough." He said, crawling into the dirty, dusty tunnel, his eyes full of concern.

"Denise already has followers, about 8 of them are with her. We might be in for a little challenge, if things escalate." Saerus explained, as he kept crawling.

“Denise is the only we want alive. The others can be killed.” said Edward with sadist smile across his lips. He drew his custom 9mm pistol and left the other pistol in it’s hostler.

Havoc and Chaos each had their whips in their right hands. Major General Kane had his right hand on the handle of his sword.

"It's not a matter of life or death, it's a matter of threat. They could be under the sword's influence, and it's powers as well. I fear it might be the Gods revival all over again."

“Don’t think that, Saerus.” said Edward. “It will make it true.”

"Heh. I'm superstitious, but not to that extent." He crawled up another tunnel. "I don't think we'll be fighting a whole pantheon of gods."

“We would only last a few seconds against a whole pantheon of gods.” said Edward as he enter the another tunnel.

"Shouldn't be too far now. Where the hell is Arcarum?" Saerus asked, wondering.

“At his castle, drinking some red wine.” said Edward. “Because we did not talk to him.”

Saerus chuckled. "News goes fast, though. I'm not surprised if he knows everything now." Turning his head, he said, "Eln, you've been fairly quiet, what are you up to?" Saerus asked the General.

"Nothing, why?"

“Yeah, you have been quiet, Eln.” said Edward. He and the other continued moving in the tunnel.

"I'm not a large talker. I'm not a man of passion, and thought in open fields of discussion. I tend to keep to myself." Illuminaatrix answered.

“Oh…well, I will leave you alone.” said Edward. They moved closer to their goal. But how close was the question.

Saerus only smiled, as he finally reached the end of the winding tunnel. Getting out, he saw the cloud fogging up the cliff they were recently on, and finally to his front h saw a massive stone claw-like structure, out in the desolate wastes, alone and still like a dark omen. Twisting statues and a winged beasts of stone decorated the valley, as a massive cemetery was overlooked by the giant window perching out into the door.

A large array of chained skeletons littered the pathway to the acidic moat, and the door was open ajar, creepily like the wind blowing it past the deep dark sense.

"The temple of Judgement. The home of Ciranaar Arkszen. Ancient Warlords would sacrifice criminals to this place, and the grass nearby would grow only from the spilt blood trickling down it's steps." Saerus moved on, walking towards the temple's courtyards, the gates bashed open.

"Be on your guard. This place may be Ciranaar's domain, but it's an evil land."

Edward smiled his sadist grin again as he readied his 9mm. Havoc and Chaos made their whips crack in that air as the whips smacked on the ground.

Major General Kane drew his massive sword (http://www.excaliburbrothers.com/members/697427/uploaded/20-7060L.jpg). The blade was four feet long and the widest part is 10 inches. Made from Stainless Steel. This sword could do a lot of damage to somebody.

"Let's go." Saerus said, explaining a bit more of the darkness of the land. "Before, the place was under the watch of Herrissian Karbulia, whom had it regularly exorcised from spirits. After his fall, the spirits rose up in number, and they killed the remainder of the occupants in the temple. But things are rarely told correctly anymore."

Edward moved forward next to Saerus. Havoc and Chaos stayed to the sides of them by they were behind them. Kane stayed in the back in the shadow, to surprise anybody by appeared out of nowhere.

“Okay, that makes me a little more happy I’m here.” said Edward, the tone of his voice that is was not happy.

As he and Eln finally reached into the temple, the single hallway full of skeletons, chained to the pillars, there was a large throbbing stone throne at the end of the hallway, the light from outside shining into the dark and bloody walls. In a scrawled, bloody writing, the walls chanted only two words written down; Get out. Something was wrong, something was not right.

As they got closer to the throne, it showed Denise, in her torn shirt, her head deft and dirty, a tired look on her pale face, as she slept in a man's lap. This man, who sat, stroking her hair delicately, whispering sweet rythms in her sleeping ears, only ignored the rotting bodies of the hanging women around him, the bodies of what seemed to be the other followers of the Tongue of Arkthary.

"Who are you?" Saerus asked, pulling his gun, aiming at the man's face. Pale, black lipped and tattoos lining down his face, he had glistening sleek armour donned on his body, as a long purple cape spreaded out, hanging out into the curtains of the windows, his pupils blood red, his hair long and white. Fangs only were softly hidden by his licking mouth, where blood dripped slowly from it's hearth, and the sword that Denise had used was laying beside him, leaning on the throne.

When the man spoke, he raised his eyebrows, and lifted his finger. Saerus kept his gun straight on the mysterious stranger, and Eln held his hand on his sheath. But nothing happened, save for a soft motion. "Shh," He said, whispering softly, still stroking Denise's hair affectionately. "She's sleeping. Please don't wake her up." He said, before having his attention back to Denise.

Saerus was not the only one pointing his gun at the man. The mysterious stranger had a small red dot between his eyes. Edward itchy trigger finger on the pistol’s trigger. Then it hit him, what was in the hostler at his back. A Korth Revolver redesigned to fire a dart, which is full of anesthetics enough to disable a person for ten hours.

He put his 9mm up and drew the revolver. He point that at Denise and looked over at Saerus. He mouthed “Take him out and I will deal with her.’

Saerus had a concerned look on his face, but he heeded anyways. Firing a few rounds into Arkthary's head, it didn't seem to do anything at all. The bullet merely went through his skull, and it shattered into the wall behind him, the loud noise defeaning. As Denise began to wake up, Arkthary kissed her forehead, and softly, once more, urged her to go to sleep as his wound healed instantly. "Shh, my love. Sleep, and rest." He kissed her delicately again, before turning his gaze upon Saerus.

"Now, now. No need for violence." He said, but as he said that, a massive number of undead hands emerged from the floor, through the stone floor, and they began to grab onto everyone's legs, wrestling to pull everybody into the ground.

As Saerus fired, Edward aimed for Denise’s neck. He pulled the trigger and the dart flew from the revolver’s barrel towards the sleeping manic woman. In one move, the revolver was up and his 9mm was back in his hands.

Then undead hands emerged from the floor, Edward started kicking them off of him. Havoc and Chaos were doing the same thing. Kane, on the other hand, was using his sword to cut the hands.

"What is this?" Arkthary asked, looking at the dart on the back of Denise's neck, pulling the dart out. "Witchcraft, it is." He only whispered, before a soft green liquid oozed from her wound. Apparently, whatever was in that dart, Arkthary had taken out. Shaking his head in dissappointment, he said, "No, no, no. Don't do things like that." Before it evaporated in a crippling steam.

"If hands don't stop you, maybe a sword will." He said, as the skeletons, chained and grappled on the pillars, broke free from the bondage and walked towards the group, swords wielding, as still hands came up from the ground, grabbing at their ankles.

"And possibly fire." He said once more, the stone falling into pieces nearby, the flames leaping up from the cracks in the ground, the air unbearably humid.

“Oh…you want to play with fire. Meet it’s rival.” taunted Edward as he raising his left hand at the skeletons. "ME!" Ice shot from his hand and impacted with the skeletons. At the same time, he was making the air around them as cool as he could. The fire could only be seen not feel by the group.

Havoc and Chaos started using the whips against the skeletons, putting head off the bodies or taking the swords away from the skeletons.

Kane was taking care of the undead hands with his swords, telling people jump before he swung his massive sword.

"It's like a dance." Arkthary chuckled, before stoen pieces lifted, and swung at them. In the same time, he dissappeared, and then reappeared on the a flying block, his sword, his tongue, outstretched.

“What the ****?” said Edward as the flying blocks flew at them. 9mm pistol in his right hand, he start targeting the blocks. One by one he fire, those HE rounds taking the blocks out with any trouble.

That is when Kane appeared behind of Arkthary, he looked like he was doing a drop kick. Arkthary would not know what hit him…

That was when Arkthary snapped his fingers, instead of swinging. Immediately, from the dark shadows, came out Zarazego, Arnah, Deladoch, Izmishna, and Scion. They seemed to be darker than before, and Deladoch jumped, claws out towards the Major.

Teleporting out of danger, while th stone blocks still flew, Arkthary smiled. "Say hello to my children."

Before Deladoch could touch him, Kane teleported next to Havoc. Edward looked at the gods that Arkthary called his children and said “**** me.” He put another clip in his pistol then waited for something to happen….

"It's time to dance!" Arkthary yelled, and the slew of the gods that appeared began, Arnah's blast of fire from her fingertips, Deladoch's freezing scorch of icy wind, Izmishna's screech of divine chaos, Zarazego's grotesque true form, and Scion's massive axe.

While still, in the background of the attack, Arkthary sat down on the throne once more, softly comforting Denise's sleeping body.

Kane’s sword locked with Scion's massive axe. “I remember you, Scion” he yelled. He was more stronger then he was, he was reborn by the hands of Ciranaar Arkszen. He was god to him self.

Edward started taking pop shots at both Deladoch and Arnah with his pistol, using his ice powers after two of four shoots. “This is not going to fun.” yelled Edward.

Havoc and Chaos both untied to take on Zarazego.

The Gods had an advantage; Arkthary's unlimited resources, his powers unmatched. To fight the lord of destruction, it was foolish. But to save Denise, they had no choice. They had to fight.

Things were looking bleak, until a silver arrow shot through Arnah's head, as the goddess erupted into a fiery scorch of flame, her ashes the only piece left of her, until it broke into the wind. Surprised, fro mthe back of the fighting, Arkthary looked on the mysterious interloper.

Yet white-hooded, teal eyed and forceful, Arcarum stood there, holding a large, elegant and powerful steel bow, readying another arrow. Firing it right at Arkthary, the god only so quickly lifted his sword to block the shot, but the shockwave from the block knocked the gods down onto their feet, as they got back up again.

"Ackthal...." Arkthary panicked, but a closer look at the figure made him know that this was not his father. This was merely a mortal man.

"Who are you?" He lifted his sword, his tone no longer elegant and brisk, but powerful and rumbling throughout the hallway.

"I am Arcarum Dreskisk, of the Enkur bloodline. And you, Lord Arkthary, do not belong in this land. You must return to your own lands, my lord. We wish not cosmic intervention." He readied another arrow.

Edward looked back after Arnah turned into ashes, he was out of ammo and using his mutant powers against the gods. He looked closer at the mysterious interloper and smiled. “Took you long enough.” said Edward.

"This bow is heavy. Do you expect me to carry this so quickly?" Arcarum joked, launching a few more through Scion's head, but they missed as his skeletal body made it difficult to clas his bones, but finally it worked, and then Zarazego and Daladoch were then destroyed.

Kane backed off after Scion was destroyed. He was dog tired after going toe-to-toe with a god. Havoc and Chaos did the same thing. Edward backed off too with a sadist smile on his lips.

Izmishna was finally triumphed, after a slice of the arrow pirced through her eye, and she was engulfed in a bliss of flame, before Arcarum aimed at Arkthary, yet he did not shoot immedaitely. Instead, he asked a single question, "How could you have summoned them when they were banished to separate realms?"

Arkthary smiled. "Ciranaar is powerful, yes, even for a god, but he is not powerful enough to overthrow me. No one can."

Edward walked behind Kane and whispered something it his eye. “Got enough strength to teleport?” asked Edward. The Major General moved it his head like he was saying yes. “Get her when I tell you to.” He moved to Kane’s side.

"And to make sure, I'll get rid of you all!" He yelled, picking up Denise, as his form began to emit massive heat, the shockwaves stretching out, like a massive bomb unleashed, it began to spread out, engulfing everything in a giant wave.

"Take cover!" Saerus yelled, urging everyone to get out of the line of fire.

Edward and Kane took cover behind a large part of the roof that fell early. Havoc and Chaos used the whips to move to some cover faster then running. “What the ****?“ said Edward. “I hate these damn gods.”

"They have hissy fits alot!" Saerus yelled back, jokingly.

“A big ****ing hissy fit.” yelled Edward back. He moved closer to the piece of roof, getting out the giant wave.

"Ah well, it can't get any worse."

“Don’t say that.” yelled Edward with a humorless tone of voice. “You did the same thing early saying something about the gods.”

"You're right. Maybe it's just best I kept my mouth shut."

“Good.” yelled Edward back. Now, it was waiting game. When would the this dangerous wave quit.