The Wielder of Death Magic

Chapter 654: Accidents happen

‘I might have accidentally opened a portal in the middle of two warring realms...’ Ancient symbols and letters flung left to right, ‘-oh shit,’ Gophy’s darkened hair landed abruptly, “-Miira, Intherna, Lilith, could you guys teleport to my location?”

The sunbathing cut short, the three-deity stood on a glass platform in bikinis, “-Gophy...” said Miira, “-explain?”

“Here’s the short version, I got sleepy during the mana-link. I figured I’d go for some coffee, instead of the shadow and monster realm, I accidentally screwed the spell which in turn, pulled two locations, Odgawoan and the warring underworld of Sydnia under Hades’s rule.”

“For the love of God,” facepalmed Miira, “-we can’t undo the spell, the gates already locked and firmed itself. ”

“Should we be scared?” wondered Intherna, “-I haven’t heard of Sydnia like ever.”

“Obviously not,” fired Miira, “-why would you know of some fallen realm. It’s overrun with demons and alternate beings; the exact image of what humans think hell is.”

“Bad...” said Lilith, “-with multiple gods of the same affiliation, we can’t gauge what impact will befall the world.”

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“Pops is going to be furious,” said Draconis, “-Saniata, look, Lady Gophy done goof.”

“I see,” the griffin landed to see the destruction in full detail, “-who cares,” said she.

“Yeah, who cares,” yawned Gophy, “-what happened, happened. We can’t do help, leave the humans to have fun.”

“Washing your hands already,” Miira’s face hung into her palm, “-honestly...” a chilly gust blew, “-tis as Saniata said, the problem is theirs. Let’s just ignore this ever happened, ok?” a unanimous agreement and the vacation resumed.

The audience froze, tremors were felt, the whole building shook. A bit of dust escaped onto Parker’s gelled back black hair.

“Quite the ride,” said nervous laughter, “-ladies and gentlemen, we’ll be back after a short break. We can’t ignore safety protocol,” the feed cut. The tremors kept at a milder pace.

“Don’t move!” said the producer, “-earthquake or not, the building is insured from any natural calamity. The audience, remain seated, Parker, go fix your hair, and you two,” he glared, “-stay right there and don’t move.” The vibration pulsed louder and harsher, anxiety in the crowd shown on mystified glances.

*Creek,* cried the building, “-alright,” said Igna, “-everyone, please evacuate in an orderly manner.”

“How dare you!” shouted the producer, “-I decide when this show is over.”

“And I decide when I want to leave,” the confidence in step and body forced a defeated snarl, “-come on people, would you rather be alive or die in this shitty establishment?”

“We’d rather live!” fired a drunkard man.

“You’ll pay dearly for this!”

“Shut up squirt, we’re out of here. I hope the show crash and burns, so long,” he flashed the middle finger and left.

“Well everyone,” said the charismatic Parker, “-I’m back... where’s everyone?”

“Left,” replied the producer.

“HOW, I THOUGHT THE BUILDING WAS INSURED!”

“No,” *CRASH,* the well-built set broke, “-forget it, just get out of here.” Railings swung into the seats, the lights loosened and fell, a moment of doubt and there would have been serious injuries.

Located in Mi’s district, a shabby view onto Fuda Mountains caught his eye, ‘-this presence... its dark, divine, and potent. Has another portal opened?’

An urgent call connected, “-Master, éclair reporting; Odgawoan faces a possible annihilation.”

“Coming or not?” said Aceline a few meters forward.

“Go on with the crowd,” returned Igna, “-here,” the car keys flew across, “-take that and go home, I have a business to attend to.”

‘Ok?’

Through the window, “-what’s the matter?” he leaped to the roof, “-I sense auras...”

“Tis but the tip,” shouted he, “-Lady Gophy accidentally linked the portal to the underworld to Odgawoan, safe to say, Hades’ minions have swarmed Fuda Mountains.”

“SHE DID WHAT?”

“Also, the goddesses have said the following, ‘-no way I’m cleaning up a mess I made. The girls and I have decided to boycott and enjoy the beach for a while. Feel free to summon anyone else aside from us, ta-ta and farewell’ pretty bad news.”

“Ta-ta and farewell?” he dropped onto the ledge and sat; the legs freely swayed per the winds’ whims. “éclair, show me a real-time map of the area and the monsters.”

“As you wish,” a blue-hologram hovered above the phone, ‘-let’s see, skeletons have made it past the mountain range. The sun should hamper their movements, the actual gates behind the neighboring range, either climb the guardian or make way through the only available path. One mess into another,’ scenarios showed potential outcomes. ‘Best case for the country, the invaders can’t pass the creek. Worse case, total devastation of the town. Maybe... and just maybe I should sit this one out. Let the Sultrian’s deal with the situation,’ wings sprouted, ‘-I have better things to do.’

Deep exhales charred the ground, “I don’t think... RUN!” a simple whistle fried the photographer. Before rose, strange buildings and beautiful forests, air-bound leaches swarmed the edge of Mi’s district.

“The tremors are close,” commented a patron of a casual shop.

“I know...” returned the old shopkeeper, “-been a while since we experienced an earthquake.” *Bang, bang, bang,* gunfire echoed in the distance, “-someone’s trying to get through the border again?”

“Don’t think so,” returned the younger patron, “-guard towers aren’t allowed to shoot unless the threat is potentially fatal. Besides, the patrol always cares for visitors.” Curious drivers slowed to peep. None knew of the deadly threat.

“Guard tower one reporting, monsters have broken past defenses, I repeat, monsters have broken past the defenses. Sound the alarm, we need the heroes, magic bullets aren’t helping,” voiced an intercepted transmission. ‘Sounds like they’re having a great time,’ the manor waited patiently, Aceline was yet to arrive.

Rumbles intensified; insect-like buzz echoed in the distance. The smart fled immediately, the foolish parked and watch, ‘-our defenses are top class, none’s going to get through.’ Evidently, said line of logic didn’t work; when it rains, it pours. An onslaught of mangled insects rampaged through the main road. Unlucky drivers were struck and killed, the soul and life-essence drained instantly. Conversation between the young and old ended prematurely – in addition to the visible fiends, parasites, invisible to the naked eye, diffused. “-What’s up with you, young one,” inquired the shopkeeper, “-you’re pale.” *Snatch,* the infected grew canines and claws, eyes the shade of blood., famine and bloodlust fueled the slaughter. *AHHH,* distant cries of the unlucky echoed, a horde of half-monster and half-humans, limped and clawed up the streets. Those witnesses ran further into the city, slow and injured were abandoned. Infected drivers mindlessly sped and crashed into oncoming traffic, balls of fire dyed the sky black.

“THIS WAY,” screamed the escapees, “-I’ll erect a barrier, run away!” Super-human abilities of normal citizens aided in minimizing the damages. No matter the strength, the fight for survival responded to a shot in latent abilities.

Familiar faces snatched and killed, the slow-pace of ‘turned’ allowed for many to escape. Courageous men banded to form protective walls against the enemy. The ballsy used offensive abilities to limit the horde without harming the infected. Instead, the courtesy led to needless deaths. Those harmed by said attacks, reddened by the face and body. The physical attributes skyrocketed beyond limitation and ultimately clawed their way through the vigilantes.

Stationed members of the AHA rushed to the scene, whereby, laid dehydrated bodies. An army of skeletons marched; conflicts arose. Save the people or save the town, alas, they chose the former.

“Tech guy, this is bad,” reported Snowflake atop a smokey shop, “-we’re two against the horde. Ask headquarters for backup, I’ll help the survivors. Coordinate public safety, I want the news to blast through each channel.”

“WATCH OUT!” cried the Tech-guy, a dragon seamlessly appeared and attacked. White smoke flung the hero into a crowd of infected, the shock knocked him out.

“SAVE THE HERO!” shouted another man, “-FIRE!” guns brazenly made the situation worse. “GET AWAY FOOLS!” after a certain number of hits, the infected imploded.

News and radio stations went full panic. Multiple distress calls bombarded the emergency number, Chief Jula, not even a month into the promotion, faced another crisis. The limited number of forces mobilized to provide support. Prior dispatched ambulances disappeared on the radar; the fiends showed signs of intellect. Targets were assigned, the strong were eliminated. Through thick and thin, the vigilantes held a key barrier; buildings and alleys created a natural cup, the mindless were attracted to heavy masses. The coming attacks happened in linear waves. A heavily injured Snowflake was thrown out of the battleground, the limps were mauled right off his body. Medics arrived to pronounce the man dead; many survivors made it through with mortal wounds. If not killed at the start, death followed suit regardless of the location.

“Chief, we’ve dispatched the forces.”

“Good,” said she, “-have you contacted Odgar’s Agency yet?”

“They’re on way to Mi’s district.”

Meanwhile, unknown to the tragedy towards the north-east, Luon’s family agreed to a discussion. The representative, a lawyer and trusted ally of the godfather kept a stern expression. Blacked out room, nothing came in, and nothing went out, what happened, stayed. “I doubt the credibility,” voiced he.

“Listen, the Yonak’s have killed Luon’s heir. We were there when it happened.”

“Could you not have saved him?”

“Don’t be foolish,” returned Kul, “-two against their full force. We only deal in gambling and selling narcotics. Do you really think we could have killed him?”

“Figuratively speaking, no. What do you want from us then?”

“Revenge,” said Asmodeus, “-the Yonak’s played us for fools. Esvalo’s unjustly attacked our hideout time and time again, we paid seven million and still, he doesn’t want the place to slip.”

“Luon’s don’t offer protection,” returned the lawyer, “-our deal is loansharking, violence is not our type.”

“-said line of thought ended in the heir being killed. Guess what, if the family wants to stay afloat, better start caring for the soldiers...”

“Good research, the death of the master will leave a vacant seat.”

“A power struggle and easy opening. Vermillion and Yonak can easily seize the spotlight.”

“Mhm,” a few scribbles read a number, “-I’ll have to discuss it with the Godfather. Call me should anything happen,” he stood.

“Lawyer,” whispered Asmodeus, “-if per se, the Godfather happened to die and the vacant heir is unfilled, who will be the next inheritor?”

“What’s the implication?” returned he with a shout. ɴᴇᴡ ɴᴏᴠᴇʟ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀs ᴀʀᴇ ᴘᴜʙʟɪsʜᴇᴅ ᴏɴ (f)ir(e).nᴇt

“Just a casual question,” the ghosted his presence, “-call if ever you need assistance. The Raven’s will fully support in a potential ascension,” instigation of a new plot, the ball rested in the lawyer’s court.

*Hero-arts* a slash dispatched the coming skeleton army. “-Odgar,” voiced Aki, “-is it just me or are we doing the police’s dirty work?” Kion stood strong between the fiends and people, the parasites had no effects on his person.

“Not just you,” returned Camilia, “-I hate this,” she said, “-mindlessly killing puppets.”

“No more chitchat,” fired Ulia, “-Kion, lead them to me. Light magic seems to work.” A golden flash halved the following wave, “-daunting,” he said, “-Odgar, what’s the chief doing?”

“Hold on just a little bit longer,” he begged.

“Sorry again, most of my men are busy restricting access.” The familiar screen-filed truck beeped constantly. The more time passed, the stronger grew the monsters, “-Odgar, it’s bad.”

‘Nighttime approaches. Hades’ minion grows stronger in the dark. How long does it take for them to send reinforcements? Snowflake’s dead, Tech-guy is missing in action. The weak barrier’s about to fall, Odgawoan truly isn’t ready to face the wrath of fiends.’

“IGNA, IGNA!” shouted Nike, “-come here and look at the news.”

“What is it?”

“Fiends from Hades’ realm, they’re attacking,” her face paled, “-what now?”

“I’m staying out of the fight,” he sipped coffee, “-let them die, Alphia needs to experience absolute terror.”

“Won’t it hurt us indirectly?”

“Not really, besides, the emperor should take matters in his hands, not us.”

Alphia had yet to play their trump card. A jet crossed the mountain range, “-did you miss me?” *CRASH,* ice froze the streets, white hair swam along with the icy cold air, “Kion, long time no see.”

“-Princess?”

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