Wizard World:Struggles of dimensions

59 Makarov

On a golden throne made of what seemed like golden feathers sat an obscure figure shrouded in golden light that was made up of countless positive energy “oh, such a pure soul very rare....Constantine” the figure muttered thoughtfully and then commanded. “Send an angel corps close to his coordinates to intercept him and pick up the child” the figure said seemingly talking to the air, “yes my lord “a few seconds later a reply came from outside the room.

Suddenly the room was barged open and in walked a glamorous cold faced blond woman dressed in gorgeous silver armor, her cold gaze settled on the obscure figure on the throne as she spoke her tone cold as ice “Megatron doing this will frustrate the contract we made with him.”

“It doesn’t matter the contract should have been broken a long time ago” a plain voice filled with irrefutable majesty replied.

“I hope you can take responsibility.” Kaiser sneered in response

“*Scoffs*, I am in charge of paradise now my will is the will of paradise Kaiser know your place.” The figure said with anger now evident in his tone, and with the anger the whole room filled with countless positive energy and faith being drawn from numerous universes suddenly oppressed Kaiser.

The glamourous woman kept silent her face not changing in the slightest, ignoring the tremendous pressure that would have made any other individual already pleading for mercy and walked out leaving the throne room and the angry Megatron seated in it, as she stepped out she squeezed a tiny communication device in her palm which sent an obscure message to the depths of the icy cold void.

“Well I must say this is a surprise, I never thought you would actually come and visit me one day Constantine” an old figure said to the figure just coming out of the dark crack that just appeared disturbing the serenity of the meadow he was now residing in.

“Well I was in the neighborhood and I thought I would stop by.” Constantine said cheekily his facial expression and behavior like he was really telling the truth.

Seeing that the old man kept silent and was looking at him with a smile Constantine grew uncomfortable and tried changing the topic.

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“I saw your students apprentice.”

“Although your visit is a rare occurrence but I have to ask what do you want.” seeing he couldn’t get anything out of him he could only inquire about he wanted.

“I need you to look at her.” Constantine said pointing at the floating little girl in front of him. the old man eyes grew an interested glint as he inspected the little girl.

“Oh very rare such a pure flawless soul, and in your hands I am wondering why....” The old figure abruptly stopped as he felt some winged figures coming aggressively towards his destination while releasing huge amounts of energy aiming at destroying his meadow.

“How dare you”, hitting his staff on the ground the clear crystal inlaid on top of it suddenly emitted bright white light that flooded the meadow stretching into the void, the appearance of the light was like an eraser annihilating everything the caster deemed as enemies.

Not only were the angel’s annihilated from the most basic level even other close peeping existences were affected by the attack and were repelled, leaving the coordinates of the space the meadow was located a veritable dead zone.

“Makarov can you stop using that spell around me every time I am shrouded in this spell I almost can’t help but to piss my pants.” Constantine said while showing an expression of fear while touching the first button of his windbreaker. Makarov noticed the subtle wave and the way Constantine face changed after receiving the wave.

“I should have known the only reason you would visit is when you are in trouble” Makarov said in annoyance, anything that could make Constantine face change so drastically and almost lose control of his emotions was probably more troublesome than he previously imagined.

Lighting a cigarette and calming down his emotions Constantine kept silent thinking and then after some minutes he spoke up his tone uncharacteristically decisive “I accept your offer.” a sharp glint flashed in Makarov’s eyes as he heard Constantine words it seemed whatever message he had just received had a considerable effect on him.

A tight golden sphere created by Makarov enveloped them both to prevent their next conversation from being overhead or perceived through any means.

The outbreak of Makarov affected even Megatron whose spirit was lodged stealthily on one of the Angel’s who attacked. “Damn, When did Constantine have a relationship with makarov”; megatron growled in pain as he was still feeling the effects of the overbearing light spell.

Normally one would think that a light spell would not be able to cause such catastrophic damage to the current head of Angel’s who was bathed in pure positive energy daily but the spell released by makarov was special, its origin is a simple glare spell to drive away darkness but Makarov had modified it to the point in which his overbearing will is integrated into every part of the spell amplifying the basic overbearing characteristic of light against darkness and so with the casting of the spell every individual or thing he deemed as an enemy was classified by him as darkness and the light would strive to eliminate it from the root fundamentally denying its existence.

Basically whatever fundamentally made up the individuals existence whether atoms, energy, cell or the soul would also be defined as darkness and then scattered,dispersed and annihilated, this was one of the iconic spells that gave Makarov his fame.

Feeling the extent of the injury to his soul metatron knew he had completely failed this time and knowing Constantine the bastard would soon start planning his revenge.