𝒟rakuul walked through Parliament in fast heavy strides with an escort of six Shayds loyal to him only for the fact Drakuul promised to grant them more power if they followed him, growing anxious of what news Matrx would bring him. Entering the Peer Lobby, it wasn’t beautiful and rustic as everyone would remember; lavishly decorated red leather and wooden furniture, carved stone walls, ceilings, and colored tile flooring. The elegant wooden doors and stained glass windows were shattered in piles, swept to the side. The red carpeting leading down the hallways, including the entrance itself, were torn out, revealing bare flooring. Moonlight shone from above through holes in the ceiling; fallen from their place, leaving large cracks, dents and gaping holes on the tile flooring. The crystal chandelier that once hung above the lobby, laid shattered among the rubble. Shayd guards clearing the lobby (pushing aside debris with their magical capabilities) were provided light from torches, magical orbs and lanterns placed around the area. Drakuul didn’t admire mankind’s idealistic view of beauty. However, the only thing he didn’t destroy, were the gold touches.
He paused, glancing around then turned his gaze to his left watching as a group of young soldiers stood around doing nothing when their comrades nearby were performing their cleanup duties.
“You...” Drakuul ordered in a frustrated tone as he approached one of the guards; a new recruit, “where’s General Matrx!?”
“Ask someone else who cares!” the guard replied smugly with no eye contact, not knowing he spoke to his Lord.
“Rashaud…” one of the guards urged him to turn around, “it’s Lord Drakuul...turn around!” he roughly turned his comrade around to face their Lord then this guard bowed his head avoiding eye contact.
“My Lord Drakuul...I’m sorry, I…” Rashaud muttered, “I…”
“Don’t!” Drakuul interrupted the young man, “I’m not in the mood. Now tell me, where your General is!”
“I don’t know, Sir…we’re not under his unit.”
“Mm, so you’re useless then?” Drakuul mocked.
“Obviously, because here you are...standing around doing nothing and I don’t have time to waste with useless good-for-nothings.” and although he wasn’t a physical warrior, he still carried a dagger on his belt. Removing the blade swiftly, the guards’ throat was slit. The guard stood holding his hands to his neck as blood spilled down his chest and over his hands. Disgusted, Drakuul kicked the guard backwards to the ground, having him bleed out across the tile floor. The guards’ blood mixed with the dust emitted from the rubble, flowing towards the Immortal’s, who stepped aside.
“He’s actually getting his hands dirty.” one of the Shayd soldiers spoke telepathically among the others around him.
“For once, eh?” another remarked.
“What did you say!?” Drakuul snapped, as if hearing the mans’ words.
“Nothing, Lord…” the Shayd cleared his throat.
Drakuul frowned then turned to the other guards who stood close to the wall, afraid one of them would be next to die at the hands of their Lord. Holding the dagger to each of their throats he threatened,
“How about you!? And I want the correct answer, or you’ll each end up like your comrade or better yet, be fed to my Night-Walkers. It’s been a while since they had fresh meat and blood, so what do you have to say?”
“We don’t know, my Lord…” one spoke in a quivering tone, “we don’t. Not officially.”
“Not officially?” Drakuul tilted his head, “Meaning?”
“Last we heard, Sir, was that he and unit five were searching through the Hall of Archives, but that’s it, my Lord...I swear.”
“Hall of Archives?” Drakuul grew curious, knowing Matrx had been looking for the tunnels, “Mm. Get to work and clean this up!” he ordered, sheathing his dagger then turned, returning to the Throne room leaving behind the soldiers to work with the others who continued their cleanup efforts. Once closing the Throne room’s doors, Drakuul approached the golden throne while studying the room of which, like every chamber of Parliament, was destroyed to his liking. He shattered the windows and covered the frescoes painted on the walls. Statues too, were destroyed into rubble or broken in half but the only structure untouched was the throne itself; gilded in gold. Darkuul sat with his right leg hanging over one of the arms of the chair; leaning against part of the chair’s back. Left elbow rested on the other arm in a very casual relaxed manner, holding a black orb in his left hand. It must be an evil thing because all evil characters in all movies seem to sit that way as if knowing they’re a powerful bada** or whatever.
Suddenly, loud voices erupted out in the hall; Matrx’s among them.
“Move out of the way, soldier!” he ordered.
“Apologies General, but Lord Drakuul isn’t expecting you.” one of the Shayds argued.
“Isn’t expecting me?” Matrx stepped back, “Really? What do you think he’ll do to you when he finds out that you kept me from seeing him with valuable information...information that he’s been waiting for? Hmm?” he backed away ready to leave when Drakuul’s voice hollered from inside. Growing a smug grin Matrx mocked, “See? Now move the f*ck out of my way!” he pushed them aside, storming through the doors that he closed behind him for privacy, “You know, those f*cking idiots are too loyal to you because you’ve promised them magical glory. If only they realized you’d never do such a thing.” he approached the throne carrying a plastic bag
“What have you found?” Drakuul leaned forward in the chair eagerly.
“Nothing yet. It seems someone knew we were coming because all the files and documents we need have all been destroyed. We were probably...fifteen minutes too late because we found this.” Matrx revealed pouring the contents of the bag onto the table; ashes and burnt parchments.
“Am I supposed to know what that is?” Drakuul groaned as he stood.
“What’s left of the documents someone destroyed.” Matrx answered, “There’s a tech working on the computers to see if the electronic copies were erased from the servers but he says that’s going to take some time since the hard-drives were wiped clean, but he’s done stuff like this before so I know he’ll get through all the firewalls or whatever the f*ck he’s talking about.” he frowned.
Drakuul stood with his arms folded, staring at his brother with a blank expression. With his head slightly tilted, he muttered,
“I don’t know what the f*ck you just said...so I’ll pretend that I understood any of that.” he then pinched a pile of parchment that crumbled from his touch and growing agitated, he sighed heavily before waving his hands above the pile of ash and paper; the documents were renewed as if they had never been burnt. He and Matrx shifted through them quickly and they were nothing of great importance other than business reports, money transfers and construction layouts for parts of the city, “Wonderful.” Darkuul tossed the papers down before turning away.
“Yeah, well at least we have something else.” Matrx revealed.
“Something else?” Drakuul questioned, “And you wait now, to tell me!”
“I’ve received word that might interest you.” Matrx replied, balancing the weight of his Katanas.
“The last person that brought me nonsensical bullsh*t information wound up with his head on a spike outside, so what makes this any different?” Drakuul argued.
“See for yourself.” Matrix implored, pressing buttons on the edge of the table activating the large holographic map once more, “Here...” he pointed toward a red dot flashing over Haysham’s Port.
“It’s just a shipping harbor. There’s nothing useful there.” Drakuul scoffed.
“That’s what you think. And so did I, until the scouts operating our airships reported something rather...peculiar about the terrain further out. You do know that our ships are equipped and armored with the newest-most advanced tech on the market and although it’s never failed us before, their radars and engines all fail when reaching this point here.” Matrx punched in the code number 254A004 on the keyboard which marked the location where the strange occurrence took place, “Even our tanks on the ground experience glitches and drained batteries. Now, I’ve ruled out jamming devices or sonar blasts, which is why I suspect this has to be magic of some sort. And some powerful sh*t too, for the other reports claim there’s an electromagnetic field in that area that seems to pull anything metal or electric.” Matrx finished.
“And what about this area here?” he pointed across the sea where the map seemed to cut off.
“That’s the other thing.”
“There’s more?” Drakuul barked.
“You wanted me to report anything I found, didn’t you? Here I am and now you’re complaining about it? Which is it?” Matrix mocked.
“I’m not in the mood for your arrogance and bland humor, brother. Just tell me!”
“Before the engines, maps, GPS and radars died, they managed to capture this on their video feed…” he played the video where it showed the land below the ships; even the air around them in the skies but out ahead of them, was a thick blanket of fog that stretched out in both directions, “Now, from the reports of the crew operating them, they said the fog actually moved out toward them, engulfing them.”
“So now we’re talking about the Crawling Eye sort of fog?” Drakuul mocked, “Are you f*cking kidding me!?”
“No, you dumba** but I am trying to tell that this f*cking fog is alive! Magically speaking! Now who else other than you, has that much magic to keep it going!?” Matrx rested his hands on the table roughly, “Hmm? Crawling Eye my a**, oh my god!”
“Marxus or his Jinn allies.” Drakuul answered.
“Bingo!” Matrx announced, “Leave it to the old man to hide behind his magic. No pun intended.” he referred to Drakuul doing the same, “Drakuul?” he watched as his brother stood with his back facing him in deep thought, “Drakuul?”
“What!?” he snapped.
“Did you hear anything I just said, or are you plotting your schemes? Again?”
“What I think is my business!” Drakuul snapped.
“Right, and this here, is mine so this is what I’m going to do.” Matrx powered down the map, “I’ll send three ships out there, ones of which strictly operate on steam along with a horde of your Shadowed Ones then see what happens.” Matrx announced, and before he could listen to Drakuul’s words in protest, he stormed out of the room.
Drakuul and Matrx had a complicated relationship being orphans that grew up together on the streets of Paris, becoming brothers of a different sense. They loathed one another with every fiber of their being but Drakuul needed Matrx’s expertise in war planning and combat skills. Matrx despised Drakuuls powerful magical attributes. The Necromancer shouted obscenities in his Japanese tongue as he returned to his THRONE.
Matrx strolled through the Parliament building, venturing into one of the large conference rooms where guards posted outside. Standing aside, they swung the doors open where six; three on each side, sizable glass orbs resembling human-hamster balls were placed on the seats lining the walls left and right of the room, encaged with iron bars that fit the curvature of the containments. He listened to the low eerie whispers and screeches of the Shadowed Ones contained within their orbs that were translucent enough to see inside; black masses swirled around. The guards outside stood inside the room near the door holding covered chunks of natural Moonstone containing the light of the moon they had absorbed the night before. You could see the glow beneath the fabric against the guards’ hands. The Moonstones would destroy the creatures if exposed for long periods of time. Matrx removed a large silver circular medallion from a pouch on his belt, laying it upon the nearest orb in a round lock of some sort in an intricate metal design. Making contact, the pendant locked in place then slowly turned to the left as a loud hum echoed within the room. The massive orb attached to the lock glowed and seemed to vanish but kept its shape, releasing the creatures inside. Approximately 100 or so, spewed from the containment, hovering in the air above the men, taking on their semi-solid shadowy figured appearances. Listening as they released muffled hisses and screeches, Matrx kept his magical hold upon them; he removed the pendant from its lock and raising it above him continuing to hear the mystical hum, they obeyed.
“Shadowed Ones...I command you to scout the waters of the Irish Sea for anything that may be concealed, for only you can find it! There’s an unnatural fog that lingers across the waters so be weary of what may dwell within it! You’ll be escorted by four ships of men and Shayds, and you will not feed on them, do you understand!?” Matrx commanded, receiving a bow-like response, “Go..and wait until you see the ships take to the sky! At the speed they travel, they’ll be within the area in no more than three hours!” he listened as the creatures shrieked then hovered toward the ceiling.
“General...” a soldier approached.
“What is it!?” he answered gruffly, tucking the pendant in its pouch.
“We have more news about the tunnels.”
“Really?” Matrx paused, “Tell me.” he continued as the soldier walked alongside him, relaying the news he and his unit discovered elsewhere; intriguing news indeed.