Chapter Seventy-Seven – Seek and Destroy
Deena’s hands clapped together, and around them swirled a dark violet energy that manifested quickly—a chaotic but skillfully contained power. She thrust them forwards, and from the tips of her fingers came a piercing, black arrow, that soared through the air and directly through the chest of the stone-like beast. The area around the point of contact cracked and crumbled but it otherwise unperturbed. Death Arrow!
She had read much about demons, and it was true that they were unpredictable, but having no inner organs was a bother. None of her curses would work, nor would a stab through the chest. They would have to knock it to pieces.
“Hey!” Deena called.
Renatta, unsure if it was to her, glanced down from the rooftop. “Me?”
“I’m afraid there’s no strategy for now. We just need to break it apart, so throw what you can. Just remember that it isn’t organic.”
Chapter Seventy-Six – Attack of Titans
Before them was an elderly woman surrounded by a cute wood workshop of machines and tools and layers of fabrics. Her skin was tinted a sickly green beneath blond locks of hair, and where her eyes should have been, were a pink and blue button sewed to flesh. They somehow were still able to see, however, as she did her job as any craftsman would. Said job, being a seamstress, was easier for her, as hanging from her body were many loose strings that she controlled as any would do so with arms.
Kevin watched as she completed the last strand of her project. This time, his skin was only as white as his ginger nature allowed. It surprised himself that he wasn’t terrified.
“So you were able to find what I asked about?” Eldrian had waited patiently for her to be finished. “I know it was an odd, tricky request.”
Chapter Seventy-Five – A Peaceful Life
Among the shadows and stagnant air, something was miss—a tension, a rage. They felt it approaching up from the darkest depths. It was the woman with purple hair, and to contrast her face was more red than usual. When she reached the clearing, she took a deep breath and eyed over the other demons with struggling breaths.
She crossed her arms and tapped her toe. After she was finished looking too miffed to speak, she shot a glare to Skello sitting in the corner. “Even you stayed. At least there’s that. I don’t know what I expected from humans, but I thought they’d be more intelligent than that. But, no. They ran, and they’ll surely get caught.”
Ivar stood up. “What happened, ma’am?”
“Those three fools I decided to free from the Demon World… The ones gifted by the Elixir. They fled, and I have no clue where they went. I guess they want to die.” She stepped past the line of her companions, eyeing each over as she went. “Ivar. What is it you want?”
There won’t be a chapter of “That’s So Wizard” this Tuesday. Sorry about that! It should continue on the 2nd. I hope you all have a good week!
Chapter Seventy-Four – Face to Faceless
Only the girl’s neck to her head—covered with golden locks—was visible in the mirror due to her stature, so she had to step on the tips of her toes occasionally to see the ends. This normally didn’t bother her, but her fury had grown hotter with each passing day. Her best friend, which she referred to affectionately as a sister, had been taken away, and not only that but they failed against Eldrian’s friends, and were thrown aside by Tyreth.
All she truly wanted was princess-status, with unlimited wealth and daily praise. Was that so much to ask? Instead, she still lived in the same run-down house, but alone.
What bothered her even more was that her pendant, the one with a skull and crescent moon, was stolen. She was using it to puppet skeletons she dug up from the local cemetery, but one corpse moved on its own. It stormed away with the necklace around its neck. So she was out a sister and a magic item.
Chapter Seventy-Three – Runnin’ with the Devil
Everybody gathered, again at Deena’s house. Perhaps she was getting used to it, or perhaps she was biding her time to one day kill them all for intruding on her home for the hundredth time. Either way, Eldrian explained all he knew—about Rend, about Kali.
“But no leads,” Deena immediately said.
“No, but I figure with all of us, we can start looking into it tomorrow. We’ll probably discover something. But also, everybody be as careful as possible. Any of those guys could be after us. Watch your backs. Stay in public, where they wouldn’t dare out themselves.”
“Roger!” Renatta said. “I will not be hypnotized into trying to kill you again.”
“That’s good to know.”
Chapter Seventy-Two – Out of Control
Devils marched in as much of an order as chaotic beings could—soldiers, given the news of yet another successful escape attempt, not only from their prison, but from Hell itself. It was an absolute embarrassment. There was no way to sugar-coat it. The fact that this happened again meant that immediate action was required.
Three of the four daughters of Satan watched as a gigantic set of glowing-hot, iron doors creaked open before a towering castle. Despite the heat, a cold and silent tunnel sent a chill down their spines. It was their home, yet there was fear. It was a kind of fear none had felt before.
“I hate that it’s gotten bad enough for father to be involved,” spoke Lucy. “He won’t be pleased. This many demons passing through the Barrier could have him livid. Let me talk to him.”