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Authors: Dale Ridley
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walking dead. They seemed incredibly stupid, except when it came to food and that’s what made them dangerous. He quickly summoned the deep dark power within himself and made a solid wall of fire in front of the mindless creatures.
Deep guttural sounds followed as the creeping hands were snatched back and they retreated back down into the darkness. Cornelius could see that their arms smoked faintly from the intense flames. A pity he couldn’t feed the current omnipotent to them. He would’ve enjoying hearing the man’s limbs being torn apart as they ate him alive.
He sighed heavily as he let the fire vanish. One could only dream. He looked over to the trembling shape beside him and shook his head sadly. He did not envy the boy’s fate. The boy, all bones really, couldn’t be no more than thirteen. He wore fades blue shorts with a white shirt that read; Warning: Addicted to Video Games. Will Work for a Power Source was printed on the front of it.
His white sneakers were scuffed up and dirty, as was his short blond hair. His eyes were wide with fear. He had seen parts of the creatures below the stairs. Cornelius knew it was the boy’s fresh blood they smelled. It was like hanging a steak in front of a starving man. Their guttural growls were making their way back up the stairs again, pulled by the thoughts of food.
They had already forgotten being burnt the last time. The rope securing the boy’s hands and feet were unnecessary really, but Cornelius didn’t want to be occupied or distracted while feeding the creatures. Deciding on mercy, at last, he reached over and took the frighten boy’s head in his hands. The snapping of bones came easily. He then carelessly tossed the body down into the advancing creatures.
They grabbed it and tore off bloody meat in huge chucks. Cornelius did not feel like witnessing them feed, so he, once again, summoned fire and pressed it down into the opening. The creatures hissed as blood dripped from their teeth before dragging what was left down into the darkness of the door. Cornelius released the fire and placed a sealing ward on the door, once he closed it, locking them in the cellar’s darkness. Harsh laughter broke out behind him, causing him to spin around as his dark power filled him completely.
“Who dares trespass on this property in the middle of the night?” he asked, seeing nothing.
He didn’t believe such a feat was even possible with his range of sight and hearing. Moments ticked by before the omnipotent stepped forward out the darkness, as if they were a blanket. It was like a camouflage to him. Nothing but the glow of his eyes were visible, even though the moon was full tonight. A night when the blood lust became uncontrollable in his werewolf brothers, the light did not touch the omnipotent.
The only way Cornelius knew it was him was the feeling of immense power radiating from him. It was not enough to be Anais’ power, but close. He bit into his lip angrily, drawing blood as he felt how much stronger the omnipotent was. He still had the dark power coiled up inside of him and for a fleeting moment, the thought of unleashing it came to mind. But to try and not kill the omnipotent would result in a painful death immediately.
He wasn’t willing to risk that. Not now. He released the power instead. There would be other times to try his hand.
“Playing with your pets, I see,” spoke the omnipotent, amusement danced in his eyes as he watched Cornelius’ battle with his emotions.
“It’s a shame the dark lord’s brother is like his own pet or I would end the hatred and animosity that glows in your eyes, general.”
“You mistake a gesture of greeting omnipotent, however, I do dislike talking to veil of shadows that hides the face of the dark lords’ omnipotent.”
The shadows suddenly vanished around the omnipotent, letting Cornelius study the man in front of him.
“I am the dark lord’s omnipotent, general. I am their voice, I am their death. I
Deep guttural sounds followed as the creeping hands were snatched back and they retreated back down into the darkness. Cornelius could see that their arms smoked faintly from the intense flames. A pity he couldn’t feed the current omnipotent to them. He would’ve enjoying hearing the man’s limbs being torn apart as they ate him alive.
He sighed heavily as he let the fire vanish. One could only dream. He looked over to the trembling shape beside him and shook his head sadly. He did not envy the boy’s fate. The boy, all bones really, couldn’t be no more than thirteen. He wore fades blue shorts with a white shirt that read; Warning: Addicted to Video Games. Will Work for a Power Source was printed on the front of it.
His white sneakers were scuffed up and dirty, as was his short blond hair. His eyes were wide with fear. He had seen parts of the creatures below the stairs. Cornelius knew it was the boy’s fresh blood they smelled. It was like hanging a steak in front of a starving man. Their guttural growls were making their way back up the stairs again, pulled by the thoughts of food.
They had already forgotten being burnt the last time. The rope securing the boy’s hands and feet were unnecessary really, but Cornelius didn’t want to be occupied or distracted while feeding the creatures. Deciding on mercy, at last, he reached over and took the frighten boy’s head in his hands. The snapping of bones came easily. He then carelessly tossed the body down into the advancing creatures.
They grabbed it and tore off bloody meat in huge chucks. Cornelius did not feel like witnessing them feed, so he, once again, summoned fire and pressed it down into the opening. The creatures hissed as blood dripped from their teeth before dragging what was left down into the darkness of the door. Cornelius released the fire and placed a sealing ward on the door, once he closed it, locking them in the cellar’s darkness. Harsh laughter broke out behind him, causing him to spin around as his dark power filled him completely.
“Who dares trespass on this property in the middle of the night?” he asked, seeing nothing.
He didn’t believe such a feat was even possible with his range of sight and hearing. Moments ticked by before the omnipotent stepped forward out the darkness, as if they were a blanket. It was like a camouflage to him. Nothing but the glow of his eyes were visible, even though the moon was full tonight. A night when the blood lust became uncontrollable in his werewolf brothers, the light did not touch the omnipotent.
The only way Cornelius knew it was him was the feeling of immense power radiating from him. It was not enough to be Anais’ power, but close. He bit into his lip angrily, drawing blood as he felt how much stronger the omnipotent was. He still had the dark power coiled up inside of him and for a fleeting moment, the thought of unleashing it came to mind. But to try and not kill the omnipotent would result in a painful death immediately.
He wasn’t willing to risk that. Not now. He released the power instead. There would be other times to try his hand.
“Playing with your pets, I see,” spoke the omnipotent, amusement danced in his eyes as he watched Cornelius’ battle with his emotions.
“It’s a shame the dark lord’s brother is like his own pet or I would end the hatred and animosity that glows in your eyes, general.”
“You mistake a gesture of greeting omnipotent, however, I do dislike talking to veil of shadows that hides the face of the dark lords’ omnipotent.”
The shadows suddenly vanished around the omnipotent, letting Cornelius study the man in front of him.
“I am the dark lord’s omnipotent, general. I am their voice, I am their death. I
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