On the Evil Scale: Keeper of La Tecla (The Key) Book Two

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๐“’๐“ฑ๐“ช๐“น๐“ฝ๐“ฎ๐“ป 58

๐’ฎimultaneously, wherever Azir and I stood, we felt a pain race down the right side of our bodies. It was agonizing and the emotions we felt were of pure anguish and glancing toward the sky, the red serpent held Axeon in his grasp; his teeth ripping apart Axeonโ€™s right wing while breaking the other with his taloned feet. Axeonโ€™s roars were bone-chilling and of agonizing pain and for those on the field who cared, there was nothing anyone could do. Not even Azir could aid him now; not in the thrashing hold of a dragon far older than Azir himself. If he were here, the only one that could match Arxuletโ€™s strength and power in magic, would have been Molock but he was nowhere to be seen or heard from. But then again, would even his magic match a dragons?

Arxuletโ€™s yellow eyes squinted as he released his grasp, pulling his head aside tearing the membrane of Axeonโ€™s wing with his head motion. And although in pain, Axeon attempted to lash out but Arxulet slithered in a circular maneuver that threw Axeon away; the magnificent Sapphire dragon fell from the air in fast spinning motions toward the islandsโ€™ rear. He roared once more before his body gave weight to his fall among the forest; trees cracking, breaking and swaying from the impact of his fall.

โ€œAxeon!โ€ I shouted running through the field, as did Azir but as we attempted to make our way toward the forest, we were intercepted by the continuous assault of Harpies and there were still many more left to defeat.

Arxulet roared in victory as he slithered, continuing to rain fire below; his fires destroying various homes and structures in the village, before slithering around the island in slow menacing movements. He felt Axeonโ€™s pain, growing a sense of accomplishment and pride when it was then, his dragon eyes caught the glint of a shimmering veil along the cliff side rear of the island; a shimmer that meant magic lingered there. He squinted his eyes as he slithered toward the disturbance taking notice it led inside and beneath the island.


Beneath the island everyone crouched in fear; parents shielding their children as thunderous booms vibrated from above. Dust and pebbles fell on their heads from the impacts, fearing if the ceiling would cave-in. They knew they werenโ€™t caused by humans, Wraiths, Demons, Lycynians or creatures. Lady D, Katrina and Heather were among the Wiccans and Warlocks attempting to reassure everyone in a calm manner but then, there it was, a shadow that swept by the opening rear of the cavern. The pendant Lady D wore around her neck glowed faintly and glancing down at the piece, she knew danger was approaching.

โ€œEveryone hide...hide!โ€ she ordered quickly, โ€œNOW! Move but be very quiet!โ€ and without hesitation, families and individuals crouched behind massive boulders and hidden from sight, parents held on tightly to their children. Leonard helped guide and herd the fearful folk behind the large boulders.

Lady D and Katrina peeked their heads over or around their shielding obstacles, watching as the shadow outside covered the entrance completely before a dark mass entered the opening; a mass that belonged to the Great Cityโ€™s greatest terror.

โ€œTHE RED DEATHโ€ฆโ€ Lady D thought watching as the beastsโ€™ head fully entered the cavern; swerving its head about in inspection of the hidden space with scents still fresh.

The dragon zoomed its vision in on the smallest details, studying the cavern as the braziers were lit, freshly stoked and piled with wood. Blankets and bags were present, giving off the fresh scent of mortals. He released a guttural growl that vibrated and echoed in the quiet space as he withdrew his head, slowly disappearing outside. He held onto the cliff side momentarily then pushed himself away.

Seconds passed and residents sighed in relief.

โ€œIs it gone?โ€ Katrina whispered, โ€œLady Dโ€ฆโ€

โ€œI...I donโ€™t know.โ€ my mom answered as she turned to her, โ€œBut we donโ€™t want to stay around here and find out. We need to leave and we need to leave NOW!โ€

โ€œWhat was that!?โ€ Leonard inquired.

โ€œThe Red Death.โ€ Lady D revealed, turning to the blacksmith, โ€œThe monstrous beast that destroyed the Great City and itโ€™s not foolish. It sensed something was here and itโ€™ll come back, which is why we need to leave.โ€

โ€œAnd where will we go!?โ€ a mother argued as she held onto her son who began to cry.

โ€œA safe place that her daughter had purchased before this war.โ€ Katrina added, then glanced at Lady D, โ€œSorryโ€ฆโ€

โ€œItโ€™s alright. You said it.โ€ Lady D nodded, โ€œRetrieve the cube and get it ready and to all of you, stop standing around. Gather your things and children before it comes back. Without arguments, please?โ€ she held her hands up in protest, for some were about to argue then glanced over her shoulder toward the cavern opening where the same shadow continued passing by.

Katrina retrieved the cube, quickly laying it upon the ground along the rear wall. Questions spewed from the mouths of curious residents, mixing with the whines and cries of children. Neither Katrina and Lady D answered their inquiries as they prepared the device; the half-breedโ€™s mother gently placed her hand upon the crystal that would activate the piece. Nothing occurred at first but giving it a hard pound on the crystal without breaking its surface, it glowed brightly. Lady D jumped back, glancing at Katrina and the others who stared at her with smiles and frowns.

โ€œDelayed reaction.โ€ she joked when suddenly the cubesโ€™ center began humming loudly while creating a strong breeze that swirled above the device.

Everyone stepped further back watching as a portal began to open in a swirling circle; its green glow illuminating the cavern. The loud hums surely would attract the Red Deathโ€™s attention and everyone hoped the portal would open quickly and as it grew to full size, an image of a castle appeared on the other side; a castle familiar to some. The half-breeds among these frightened folk, felt the magic used within this device as it tingled their spines.

โ€œIs thatโ€ฆโ€ a half-breed woman asked.

โ€œYes, now get moving!โ€ Lady D instructed, gesturing for everyone to step through it quickly.

Children continued to whine and cry, creating loud shrieks that echoed outside. Katrina and the Keeperโ€™s mother kept their eyes upon the cavern opening, watching as the serpentine creature returned; its shadow lingering outside once more.


Arxulet slithered around the island when he heard loud shrieks echo from the islandsโ€™ cavern. His head turned sharply and precise then swiftly slithered toward the cavernโ€™s mouth but this time, he entered his head and neck. He searched quickly when his eyes immediately focused toward the rear where a large portal opened with refugees erratically scampering through. He squinted his eyes once more before gathering a massive bellow in his chest and once he had control of it, he released his dragonโ€™s fire that blended with a guttural growl. The fire singed and melted the rock, gaining its distance toward the helpless people that were less in numbers now. Just as a handful remained behind they jumped through, not caring how they appeared on the other side hoping to escape the flames. They seeped into every crack, crevice and behind every rock and boulder; even traveling up hidden staircases and through their corridors and that of the closing portal as well. Once his breath ceased, Arxulet groaned as he retreated back outside, feeling his work had hopefully proved worthy of victory.


The portal had begun to vanish behind those that had jumped through but not soon enough for a blast of the dragonโ€™s fire roared through, igniting the grass and bushes nearby. Everyone near the portal were thrown backwards due to the powerful force emanated from the blasts. Lady D and Katrina were among those who had jumped through last, laying on the ground breathing heavily listening as the air sizzled behind them. They quickly turned, smothering the hems of their skirts which had caught fire.

โ€œOh my godโ€ฆโ€ Lady D feared wondering what damage that could have had on the island. Wiping tears that began to flow, she murmured, โ€œOh god...Yza! My little girl!โ€

Men and women rushed forward helping them from the ground then swiftly sprinted toward an Irish castle; the castle the mother and daughter had ventured to during our unpleasant visit upon Marxusโ€™ advice. Bad memories of that night played through Lady Dโ€™s mind but she pushed them aside as she and others rushed inside. Entering the front doors; keys placed in the mailbox alongside the doors, large crates and boxes were stacked in the entrance foyer. Crates and boxes filled with food, water, blankets, clothing and first-aid supplies if needed. A note was tucked atop; a note that read:

โ€œWelcome to Ravenstone 2.0โ€

Lady D fretted taking notice the note was written in her daughterโ€™s hand. She sighed, tucking the parchment in her pocket then began dispersing the supplies accordingly. There were minor cuts and scrapes from the harsh landing through the portal so the first-aid supplies were appreciated. Doctor Matthews and his teams of nurses were among the residents, tending to any injuries suffered from the sudden portal jump.


I struggled on the field, worrying about Axeon of which Azir, who fought alongside me, revealed he still lived. I grew relieved even though I couldnโ€™t feel his telepathic bond. But I was also distracted for Anthony was nowhere to be found on the field of scattering warriors still escaping the flames that burned across the island. But just as Azir and I slayed a Troll in team effort, I suddenly saw with my own, Nathan standing in front of; his blade plunged through my chest. I felt the pain but glancing down, it wasnโ€™t my eyes witnessing this act. I was connected to someoneโ€™s eyes and in that moment, Nathan had struck this individual and with my eyes, I watched as an arm reached out, as if it were my own, grabbing onto Nathanโ€™s shoulder. Gauntlets looked familiar followed by the sound of a voice grunting in pain. I moaned feeling the blade withdraw quickly and as my vision blurred, as did the connection. I breathed heavily wondering what the hell that was and it was then it hit me...I was seeing through Anthonyโ€™s eyes and if that was the case, he had just been injured by one of the men I hated on this island.

My eyes felt tears sting, then violently screaming out for Anthony, it was then loud thunderous booms echoed from behind the wall.Turning around, smoke rose from the manor beneath Azirโ€™s protective dome; the windows of the study shattered outward. The explosion came from beneath the manor...from the cavern. My mom. Everyone else.

โ€œNO!โ€ I screamed as I attempted running toward the wall but Azir grabbed my wrist, pulling me into his arms holding me from behind, โ€œLet me go! I have to go! Azir, let me go!โ€ I continued; tears flooding my eyes.

โ€œNO!โ€ Leonusโ€™ voice bolstered nearby and turning our heads, there he was; his hands held up to his head in fear and worry, โ€œNO...โ€

โ€œAzir, let me go!โ€ I screamed once more.

โ€œAnd do what!?โ€ Azir argued, turning me to face him, โ€œAnd do what!?โ€

โ€œMy momโ€™s in there...everyoneโ€™s in there...โ€ I pulled away then turned my head, hearing others crying in anguish, expressing the same fear of loss; Leonus fell to his knees.

โ€œYzavelaโ€ฆโ€ Azir gently turned my head in his direction, โ€œyour mother has the portal device you know that, so she got out. They all did.โ€ he looked into my eyes, โ€œAlright?โ€ he wiped my tears away.

I nodded, hoping he was right then turned, watching as others pushed aside their own fears to continue the fight. I sprinted toward Leonus and despite my feelings toward him, I placed my left hand on his shoulder. He felt the touch and turning quickly, he looked into my eyes with tears filling his own.

โ€œLeonusโ€ฆโ€ I muttered but he didnโ€™t react, โ€œLeonus!โ€

โ€œWhat!?โ€ he pushed my hands away, โ€œWhat do you want!?โ€ he stood wiping his tears away.

โ€œTheyโ€™re alive, Leonusโ€ฆโ€ I muttered.

โ€œHow can they be!?โ€ he argued, gesturing at the wall behind us, โ€œLook at that! LOOK!โ€ his voice raged, โ€œTheyโ€™re gone...all of them and their deathโ€ฆโ€ he leaned in, โ€œis on you. I lost my family...because of you and if this war doesnโ€™t kill you Iโ€™ll do it myself without hesitation.โ€

โ€œYouโ€™re not the only one who has someone in there!โ€ I snapped backing away, running across the field searching for Anthony before it was too late for if my vision or connection was right, he didnโ€™t have long.

The thick smoke and fires made it difficult to see, while creating toxic fumes that reeked of putrid and burnt flesh as the flames burned the corpses of the dead scattered everywhere. Warriors coughed; attempting to cover their faces while others attempted to keep their vision clear but the smoke and fumes burned our eyes. Even Zanz, fighting nearby, sneezed and whined as he pawed at his nose. I searched for a rag or torn cloth that was left unburned or soaked in blood and finding half a piece from a fallen warriorโ€™s tunic, I didnโ€™t have a choice; tearing it from its place and tying it around my face covering my nose and mouth. But my eyes, well...I blinked several times in between strikes.

โ€œAnthony!โ€ I called out, โ€œAnthony!โ€


Arxulet withdrew his head listening as rock sizzled and steam escaped from the cavern. He squinted his eyes and snarled his snout as if grinning then pushed himself from the cliff side, slithering through the air to return to the village. Landing upon the rooftops once more, Drakuul beheld his beastsโ€™ magnificence; proud that he eliminated the islandโ€™s protector. Standing upon the lighthouse, the cowardly Necromancer watched as the Harpies swooped down.

โ€œExcellent...excellent!โ€ Drakuul praised.

Arxulet turned his gaze toward the lighthouse, watching as the mere human disappeared through a portal, appearing on the field to observe things in an up-close point-of-view. Scattered warriors attempted their attacks but like a coward, he hid behind his magic creating an invisible force shield; pushing away the warriors, except for that of the Wraiths of which his magic had no effect. He couldnโ€™t grasp as to why and after taking in his surroundings noticing he was enclosed in a circle of injured Lycynians, mortals and Wraiths, including Caleb, Justin, Nick and Steven, Drakuul smirked; grinning arrogantly as he extended his hands outwards toward the warriors, releasing a static-like discharge from his fingers. The Wraiths, taking notice of this occurrence, teleported out of the path of erratic bolts but watched as the lightning surged through other soldiers standing before him. They screamed as they were all electrocuted by an unnatural voltage and taking less than seconds, man, Lycynian and cocky Wraith fell to the ground; their skin burnt to acrisp, except that of the Wraiths. Their ashes laid with their clothing, armor and weapons that fell in place.

Drakuul lowered his hands, shaking them out, pleased that he still possessed that smug flair of things but that moment of pride didnโ€™t last long as Caleb and the others released their hisses. Drakuul held out his hands once more but only sparks burst from his fingers. Cursing under his breath knowing that power utilized most of his energy, he lowered his hands; taking a step backwards through a portal behind him. The Wraiths hissed as they reached out their hands seconds too late and after the portal vanished, they exchanged disgruntled glances continuing their hisses of annoyance.

โ€œBloody coward!โ€ Caleb shouted, spitting toward the ground where the Necromancer stood then glanced at the fallen warriors near their positions.

Drakuul, not only was he a non-physical warrior, but he was one of those men that waited until his enemy was knocked down, before he finished them off, giving that last little dig. He reappeared somewhere else on the field, examining the area from a safe-cloaked distance and it was then he noticed Matrxsโ€™ decapitated corpse lying among other dead warriors and creatures. Drakuul ducked his head down as Harpies flew too close above their conjurer and without Matrxsโ€™ leadership, they were scatter-brained creatures, and as their numbers dwindled, seeing they were all he had left among low numbers of Trolls and Zarooks, Drakuul duplicated their numbers.

โ€œOh, youโ€™ve got to be bloody joking!โ€ Justin mocked, watching as a Troll he hacked at duplicated itself; two beasts standing before him, โ€œF*ck me, mateโ€ฆโ€

โ€œThis is getting too bloody crazy!โ€ Caleb complained as he sheathed his guns due to empty cartridges, โ€œMore and more keep coming and I donโ€™t think we can last much longer.โ€ and before he could continue his complaint, he groaned then screamed; a Harpy had grasped onto his armor carrying him into the air at least 100 feet from the ground. Attempting to break free with his hands, the Harpy lashed downward snapping at his hands with its disfigured teeth. Caleb cursed, punching the creatures face several times before removing a dagger from his belt, slicing at the creaturesโ€™ ankles. Feeling the injuries, the creature screeched loudly as its grip loosened, releasing the cocky Wraith. โ€œF*ck meโ€ฆโ€ Caleb hollered as he began falling and when screaming, he teleported in midair creating breaks during his fall and once a few feet from the ground, he fell roughly; rolling across the field. He sat up shaking his head and the rush, then smiled as he muttered standing to his feet, โ€œCoolโ€ฆโ€ he examined the distance he fell, then turned, running off to rejoin his friends.


Azir and I teleported, and trees still moaned as branches continued falling. We ran over examining Axeonโ€™s injured wing that had been completely torn with severed veins, creating a dark purple colored pool of blood beneath him. Seeing such a beautiful creature in such a state and in pain, I cried as I petted his snout while Azir tended to his wing. Axeon jerked, feeling sharp pains and twinges from the Jinnโ€™s touch.

โ€œShhโ€ฆโ€ I whispered, โ€œAxeon, itโ€™s alright. Shh, lay stillโ€ฆโ€ I continued petting his snout.

โ€œMotherโ€ฆMotherโ€ฆโ€ Abraxasโ€™ voice entered my thoughts and glancing over Axeonโ€™s massive bulk toward the trees, there Abraxas flew rapidly with Zanz not too far behind.

โ€œAbraxasโ€ฆZanzโ€ฆโ€ I muttered in relief, worried for their safety for they werenโ€™t to be seen on the field, โ€œare you two alright?โ€

โ€œYes, Mother.โ€ Abraxas answered; Zanz releasing a brief snort-like sneeze.

โ€œMy boysโ€ฆโ€ I petted their scales and soft fur covered with enemyโ€™s blood then I turned my attention onto Azir, โ€œCan you help him?โ€

โ€œIโ€™ll try. Iโ€™ve never done this before.โ€ Azir fretted, โ€œAxeon...listen to me.โ€ he watched as Axeon managed to raise his head enough to gaze upon him, โ€œIโ€™m not sure if my magic will heal you but Iโ€™m going to try, alright?โ€

Axeon stared momentarily before nodding in agreement. Azir nodded as well as he began enchanting words in his Nubian tongue, holding his hands above the dragonโ€™s wing; hands that glowed bright green. Axeon moaned feeling a faint tingle then moaned as sharp stabbing pains ran through his torn wing. He stirred in place before he too, began glowing in the same green light.

I stepped back with Abraxas and Zanz, allowing the magic to take hold. Abraxas landed in my arms, snuggling his head against my chin for he too, worried about the creature of some-what like kind. Once Azir felt he produced enough magic, he stepped away rubbing his hands together. The bright glow around Axeon remained then expanded up and around the dragon creating a protective dome.

โ€œIโ€™ve done all I could. The rest is up to Axeon, so I think itโ€™s time we return to the field before they think weโ€™ve abandoned them.โ€ Azir suggested.

โ€œHe is right, child. You must go.โ€ Axeon urged telepathically with a tired voice, โ€œGo. They need you.โ€

I wanted to pet his snout once more but the dome kept outside entities from entering. I nodded then turned away with Azir, Zanz and Abraxas stepping through another portal; appearing on the field once more where the duplicated numbers Drakuul had conjured, dwindled yet again. Studying the sky, there werenโ€™t many Harpies left so Azir called upon the Ravens in his elegant tongue with eyes closed, to aid in their defeating the sky-born creatures and no sooner after he opened his eyes, loud squawks were heard. A large black cloud covered the sky above the Harpies before descending upon them in their feathered swarm. They pecked with their hard beaks against the Harpies flesh or their wings, leaving them vulnerable but their efforts didnโ€™t last long for Arxulet slithered from his perch, breathing fire upon the black birds that turned to ash disintegrating them in midair before hitting the ground. I cursed watching as Arxulet slowly slithered above our heads in menacing twirls of his serpentine body. Suddenly, his head eerily turned toward a small petite womanโ€™s figure upon the field and squinting his yellow eyes, he made eye contact. He knew he wasnโ€™t bonded with the petite woman but he reached out, speaking telepathically nonetheless,

โ€œHello there, child. You must be the new presence I sensed. What are you, for youโ€™re neither human nor supernatural!?โ€

โ€œMy name is Yzavela and Iโ€™m a Demon half-breed.โ€ I answered, โ€œAnd youโ€™re Arxulet.โ€

โ€œYou know my name by the common tongue. How!?โ€ he snarled, โ€œAnd a half-breed? Interesting.โ€

โ€œIt doesnโ€™t matter, but I know a lot of things. For example, I know you donโ€™t have to do thisโ€ฆโ€ I pleaded verbally as I gestured around, โ€œany of it.โ€

โ€œSave your words, girl. I am beyond saving.โ€ he argued with a tired tone, โ€œOnly when the Necromancerโ€™s life ends, will I be free. Free from all of this. Iโ€ฆโ€ he paused realizing he engaged in a meaningless conversation with a human, โ€œEnough of this dialogue! You are nothing and like your comrades, you will perish alongside them. Alongside the Blue One.โ€ he released a guttural laugh, โ€œThere is no hope for nothing or no one can save you now, demon girl. Wish I could say it was a pleasure meeting your kind, but I grow tired of this engagement.โ€

โ€œThereโ€™s always hope, Arxulet!โ€ I answered verbally in a confident manner, โ€œAnd itโ€™s not over for I have one weapon left!โ€

โ€œDo what you must for it matters no longer.โ€ Arxulet nodded then turned his body, slithering toward the village, โ€œYou will join everyone in the afterlife or wherever souls like yours belong.โ€

Hearing those last words, I thought of Molock. I didnโ€™t know why, but I did. Perhaps because heโ€™s a soul-collector, but it was unclear. I shook his name and face from memory then turned, scanning the field calling out for Abraxas when my eyes landed upon his form, shape-shifting to and from different forms before returning to his small dragon figure; wings flapping toward me at rapid speed. Landing in my arms roughly, I stared into his golden eyes.

โ€œMother?โ€ he inquired.

I stroked his sleek scales and snout then instructed softly,

โ€œItโ€™s time, Abraxas. Youโ€™re our last hope to defeat Arxulet.โ€ I glanced toward the red serpentโ€™s large figure in the distance, โ€œI know this a lot to ask of such a small creature, but do you think you can grow larger than him? Or close enough to defeat him?โ€

โ€œI donโ€™t know, Mother but I can try. I will try. I must.โ€ Abraxas replied solemnly then gazed toward Arxulet, โ€œFor Axeon. For you.โ€ he nudged my chin.

I held out my hands launching him high into the air; tears began stinging my eyes.

โ€œYouโ€™re just a baby with such a great task on your small shoulders but know, my dear Abraxas, that whatever the outcome, Iโ€™ll forever be proud of you. Always.โ€ my voice entered his mind in a soft whisper, โ€œI love you.โ€

Flapping his wings he closed his eyes hearing those words then repeated,

โ€œI love you, Motherโ€ฆโ€ he continued his flight upwards in spiraling motions; wings pushing him higher and higher in strong endless flaps. As his eyes remained closed, he remembered a day when Molock had appeared before the war officially began, teaching both he and his demon Mother newer abilities that they had yet to possess:

He perched upon a boulder near a cluster that dwelt near the cliff side toward the rear of the island, watching as his Mother and the Sumerian DemonJinn Molock, practiced her abilities and capabilities. His Mother learned quickly although, grew tired upon each skill learned but Molock explained that with each use, itโ€™ll grow stronger for the demon part of her would accept the ability and not utilize more energy than it should. His Mother learned to move an object from point to another place across the ledge. Molock applauded his Motherโ€™s skills then turned to his small form.

โ€œSo...exactly what are you capable of?โ€ Molock questioned as he stepped toward him.

Abraxas glanced at his Mother, waiting for her approval to answer. Nodding as she breathed heavily, he focused upon the DemonJinn staring into his eyes.

โ€œI can do many things, Sumerian but also things I have not done.โ€ Abraxas answered in a riddle.

โ€œDid he justโ€ฆโ€ Molock gestured at the small dragon as he turned to the dragonโ€™s Mother, โ€œspeak in a riddle?โ€

โ€œYes. He has more of a...well, my personality.โ€ she replied with a smile.

โ€œInteresting.โ€ Molock smiled, โ€œWell, then...respectfully, Abraxas...Iโ€™d like to see what you can do because perhaps I...knowing about your Zyphyn DNA and bloodline, can help you learn more about yourself and abilities. Yourโ€ฆโ€ he paused, โ€œMother...has learned everything I can teach her. Allow me to give you a gift thatโ€™ll enhance your Zyphyn nature. Hmm?โ€

Abraxas stared at the DemonJinn then glanced past his large form in his Motherโ€™s direction. She approached, leaving the decision to him but did question before any answer was given,

โ€œWhat will it do? This gift? It wonโ€™t change him or hurt him, will it?โ€

โ€œDemoness...why would I want to hurt the very creature I gave to you in the first place?โ€ Molock argued, โ€œCome on! I may be evil, but Iโ€™m not that evil. This is a genuine gift and it will help him in the future; especially during this upcoming war.โ€

โ€œI never said you were evil.โ€ she protested.

โ€œNo. No you didnโ€™t but still...the choice is up to Abraxas and of course you.โ€ Molock continued then glanced down at Abraxas, โ€œImagine a world without your Mother or Zanzabarr? What would you do? What would you be?โ€

โ€œNothing. Iโ€™d be nothing. Iโ€™dโ€ฆโ€ Abraxas stuttered, โ€œIโ€™d return to my rock form and never emerge again. But why do you trick me with such a thought? Have you seen something that has yet come to pass involving my Mother? And thatโ€™s why you want to give this gift?โ€

Abraxasโ€™ Mother wondered the same after those words.

โ€œIs he right?โ€ she persisted but Molock remained silent, โ€œMolock...is he right!?โ€

โ€œNo. Heโ€™s not. I havenโ€™t seen anything...that drastic but images here and there, yes.โ€ he stared into her worried eyes, โ€œI swear on my honor as a Sumerian, and I donโ€™t take that lightlyโ€ฆโ€ he held his right hand up displaying a three-finger pledge, โ€œthat Iโ€™m not tricking either of you. This is genuine and I ask nothing in return.โ€ he lowered his hand, โ€œPlease.โ€

She studied the DemonJinn standing before her then glanced down at Abraxas, allowing him to make the final choice. She had her reservations but he had to make it; not her.

โ€œThe choice is yours.โ€ she proclaimed, โ€œAnd only yours.โ€

Abraxas glanced back and forth between his Mother and the Sumerian. He lowered his head staring at Zanz who laid near the rock, panting peacefully. The small dragon scrunched his snout as if trying to grimace then raised his head, asking firmly,

โ€œIf I agree to this gift, Sumerian...what will it do? Will it change me in ways that...in ways that will change my Motherโ€™s love for me?โ€

โ€œNo, dear little dragon.โ€ Molock spoke softly and sincerely, โ€œNo, it will not. If anything, sheโ€™d have more pride in what youโ€™ve done.โ€ then he turned to me adding, โ€œThis might sound a little awkward, so forgive me?โ€ he received my nod, โ€œAlright.โ€ he gazed into the dragonโ€™s golden eyes, โ€œYou and your Mother may not be of biological bonding but your DNAs are of the same origins. You both originate from powerful demonic beings and although she may not have given birth to you physically, she brought you into this world with just a touch. Iโ€™m sure you remember the day you hatched, yes?โ€ he watched as Abraxas nodded, โ€œAlright, then. Satisfied?โ€

She smiled, watching as this 6500 year old godly DemonJinn spoke with such a softness in his voice; a softness that touched her heart. Raising his gaze toward hers, she glanced away shyly then turned away, reaching for a bottle of water. Molock grinned watching the feminine shy turn away then continued,

โ€œWill you accept this gift or not? I donโ€™t have all day.โ€ he placed his hands on his hips.

โ€œYes. I accept.โ€ Abraxas eagerly agreed, as his Mother began calling Zanz over so he wouldnโ€™t be in the way. Abraxas remained perched where he laid on the boulder as Molock approached the dragon closer.

Holding out his hands above the small creature, he advised,

โ€œOnce I start, donโ€™t move. Either of you.โ€ he glanced in her direction.

She nodded holding onto Zanzโ€™s harness while wrapping his leash firmly around a large deep root with her other hand. Once feeling the suppression, he whined then laid down after hearing her orders. She sat on the ground alongside, petting his soft fur watching Molockโ€™s every move, knowing there was nothing she could do to stop him if he attempted to try anything.

โ€œIโ€™m trusting you with him, Molock...you better not have lied to me.โ€ she warned.

โ€œI donโ€™t swear on my Sumerian origins everyday, demoness.โ€ Molock nodded, โ€œNow, shhโ€ฆโ€ he placed his right index finger to his lips then closed his eyes, beginning to enchant something in a language she couldnโ€™t even begin to figure out or translate but it was beautiful; syllables rolling off the tongue in a soothing dialect. The closest language she could think of that it sounded like; an ancient form of Latin but with more complicated pronunciations. Molockโ€™s hands began glowing a fiery reddish glow that surrounded Abraxasโ€™ small form. He glanced around examining himself then closed his eyes, beginning to feel a surge of energy that raced through his body; a surge that touched his DNA. The bestowment lasted for only seconds before Molock spoke, โ€œAnd there you go. You will know when itโ€™s the right time to use it and I also promise you this, little dragon...that you will become the Titan of the Skies with no equal in this world.โ€

โ€œWhere did that come from?โ€ Abraxas inquired, โ€œI felt...ages and ages of magic touch my very being. What was it?โ€ he raised his posture.

Molock smiled answering telepathically,

โ€œThe magic and essence of your Zyphyn ancestors, Abraxas. Lucifer kept it hidden away after the previous one had perished, waiting until the day to use it to awaken you. But little does he know about what takes place in his own kingdom. Itโ€™s always in chaos. Abraxas, dear little thing, the Zyphyn are the very first of any of Hellโ€™s beasts and the strongest til this day and being the last, you now hold the power of all before you, so use it at will, little one...use it well.โ€

The thoughts had ended as Abraxas began glowing in a fiery Aura. Suddenly, from the ground and the flames that still burned from Arxuletโ€™s blasts, fire entities or serpents emerged soaring high into the air; absorbed into Abraxasโ€™ small form. He summoned the past Zyphyns from their fiery realms and as his Aura grew brighter, he disappeared behind the clouds and once completely out of sight, blasts occurred looking as if the clouds were on fire. Then without warning, a loud thunderous sonic boom echoed creating a sonic wave that touched the ground, shaking the foundations beneath warriors feet; even the foundations of Hell.

All remaining on the field, including Drakuul and Arxulet, stared at the sky as the clouds unexpectedly separated; shining down not only rays of sunlight, but of a red fiery Aura and descending in slithering motions, was a black serpentine dragon with scales blacker than night itself with a fading red glow and majestic crown-like horns. The dragon roared as it continued slithering.

I stood in astonishment, knowing my Abraxas had grown three times larger than Arxulet and that of what heโ€™s truly meant to be. I smiled in pride then continued fighting, allowing him to conduct his own battle in the sky. Abraxasโ€™ new serpentine form was EXACTLY like the serpentine dragon that appeared toward the end of the DRAGON WARS film; a form he admired when I watched the film during the war preparations. He kept that persona in mind, admiring the gargantuan Titan and its powerful magnificence. His roar only added to that power, attracting Arxuletโ€™s attention and that of Drakuul as well as he stood cloaked on the field. The black serpent slithered over the battle field making fast and swift circular motions above where I fought, releasing deafening roars before hovering high in the air.

Arxuletโ€™s eyes grew wide with intrigue for he didnโ€™t know where the black serpentine emerged from, or if it belonged to anyone on the field below. But it didnโ€™t matter; Arxulet pushing himself from the collapsing buildings beneath him. Squinting his eyes his thoughts were of sinister motives.

Drakuul stood watching as Arxulet slithered toward his opponent; not knowing where it emerged from either. He admired the serpentโ€™s agile and graceful movements then glanced at the field, studying all the Jinn, thinking maybe one of them may have conjured the beast. But none had their focus on such a matter so returning his gaze toward the sky, he shouted his orders; his voice a shrieking sound in Arxuletโ€™s mind,

โ€œRed Death...bring that dragon to me! I command you!โ€

Arxulet turned his head in an eerie swerve, leering toward the Necromancer, listening as this piddly human shouted orders to a powerful creature much older than the man. He felt a strong shock emitting from the iron shackle bound around his neck, continuing to send a surge of dark magic through him. He slithered toward Drakuul, replying verbally words the Necromancer didnโ€™t expect,

โ€œI will no longer obey you, for you are nothing! This dragon is mine and mine alone and when I defeat it, I will come for you...Necromancer! You have promised too many times to release me, but I have seen nothing!โ€ then he turned his body, slithering toward the black serpent hovering high in the sky above; leaving behind the human that continued shouting orders with his hands held out, attempting to control the beast but he had learned to become immune, โ€œTell me...what is the name you possess!?โ€ Arxulet telepathically asked as he shook off the electrical shocks, finally coming face-to-face with Abraxas.

Abraxas stared at Arxulet with his large squinted Amber eyes; snout snarling revealing long beautiful white teeth. Replying verbally in a deep elegant voice, he slithered horizontally, swaying in serpentine motions hovering in place,

โ€œMy name is Abraxas and I know of you...Arxulet.โ€

โ€œYou know my name? Good. And I now know your nameโ€™s true meaning; the Black Prince and it is very fitting, considering your previous appearance. Tell me, Black Prince...how did you transform from such a small little thing into the grand beast before me? Dragons donโ€™t have that ability. What are you!?โ€

โ€œIt doesnโ€™t matter what I am or where Iโ€™ve come from for weโ€™re not here to speak. Youโ€™ve caused enough destruction and death and I wonโ€™t allow you to do anymore, or destroy the lives of innocents.โ€

โ€œInnocents?โ€ Arxulet laughed, โ€œThere are no innocents in this world, Black Prince for no one, is innocent.โ€

โ€œYouโ€™re wrong. My Mother is innocent.โ€ Abraxas argued, snarling his snout.

โ€œYour Mother!?โ€ Arxulet questioned then realized; eyes glancing toward the field, โ€œThat demi-demon child can not be your mother! Humans are a pathetic species and perhaps, after I destroy you, I will see what makes this little demi-demon so special!โ€

Abraxas roared as his clawed feet clenched before the two dragons lunged toward one another.


The war below resumed as enemy numbers finally diminished and growing tired of the game, the Jinn decided enough lives and blood had been lost and spilled. Gathering together in their True forms, all recited an ancient enchantment; their voices echoing loudly in their Nubian tongue. It counter-acted Drakuulโ€™s magic that was used to conjure and duplicate the creatures. Their tattoos and golden eyes glowed immensely as pulses of green energy scanned the entire field and the remaining enemy. Our army felt the rush of energy surge through our figures but had no effect but for the enemy of creatures on land and sky, they froze in place as statues. Those in the sky; not many Harpies left, fell to the ground creating small craters beneath them, laying still with only their eyes able to move.

The pulses continued as the Jinn slammed their hands roughly on the ground creating deep dents in the grass at their feet and seconds later, the ground beneath our feet shook violently.

The higher level Demons as well, Wyatt and Nikolaas among them, gathered near one another combining their energies of their level five arcane magics. Grabbing hold of each othersโ€™ hands; wrist-to-wrist hold forming a large circle in the field not too far from the Jinn, they began chanting the same spell that created a powerful electrical surge between and through them. Once enough magic had been gathered, their tattoos glowed as well; a mass of bluish-white flickering electricity formed in their circle. Releasing their hands from each other, the Demons backed away, throwing out their arms; the electrical magic blasted in a circular radius-wave, electrocuting their surrounding enemies of Trolls, Harpies and leftover injured Zarooks left to perish on their own. The energy was like lightning for you could hear it surge across the grass field, as if it were alive.

โ€œWe have good chemistry!โ€ Wyatt joked, receiving many chuckles from friends but Nikolaas didnโ€™t feel the humor; his brown eyes leered in the young manโ€™s direction.

With the magic released from both Jinn and Demon, the enemy didnโ€™t have much of a chance.

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