Save the Sacrifices

Serilda’s voice sounded like it was far away – or maybe it was the shrill, continuous buzzing in his ears. Mythal rarely had moments of absolute, carnal instinct but this had been one of them. His eyes never wavered from the dust cloud in front of him, his fury fueling his magic into his limbs. This man had chained these people up and was dragging them through the desert without a care for their health. All the memories from his past came swirling to the surface, haunting him, infecting his mind with their pain and anguish. Back then he couldn’t have done anything about it but now; now he had plenty of ability to do so. The world around him narrowed, his vision diving into a tunnel that only saw bloody, violent vengeance. Serilda could yell at him all she wanted but it wasn’t going to do anything against him.


He didn’t notice when she left him to go take care of the prisoners. He didn’t see her return, brandishing her sword and making threats if he ever pulled something as foolhardy. All she was now was noise in his ear, attempting to distract him. But as the smoke faded away before him, he found the space empty. That’s when the world came rushing back, his hearing returning, his anger dulled by the cold hammer of reality. Just like her, he had little time to fathom where he was before the servant’s screams drew his attention over to their plight. The sand beneath them was swirling, trying to grab at them and pull them into the ground. Before he could react, Serilda sprang into action. She dove into the whirlpool, her body sliding along the moving sand and then fell into its heart, though it looked more like her own magic had activated to let her fall through the solidity of the surface.

Had she done it to keep him from making another impulsive move? Or was she just really that noble? It didn’t really matter; now she was below and dealing with the wizard. He growled, fighting against the anger inside with logic. He ran over to the servants, still struggling to get to their feet. "What did I say? Get outta here!” He yelled at them, pulling them up one by one with little effort. "Desierto is not even a day’s walk if you just walk with the ravine. Whoever is from there, take charge,” he barked orders, pointing in the direction they needed to head.

He waited until they had all began to run away, pushing any that lagged behind so they would catch up to the group. Just as he turned back, trying to figure out how to get beneath the sands and join the fray, Serilda was violently thrust from the underworld. She rolled along the surface before crashing into a rock. And out from the sand came the dark wizard, prepared to finish her off. Yet as he moved at one speed, Mythal moved at one above his. The God Slayer slid across the golden beads as he put himself between Serilda and the man, his fists already up and ready. This was, by far, the most serious he had looked in a fight for quite some time.

“You… you two,” he hissed at them, flexing his fingers angrily. “Mutura will punish you! I’ll make him, I’ll…” He was seething with rage. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a long knife, holding it at the ready. “You won’t get me. I won’t let you. Mutura will welcome me into his realm. He will make me one of his most trusted servants!” As he railed against the world, he brought the knife up and pressed its tip against his shirt, right over his heart.

Mythal’s eyes snapped between the knife and the man’s crazed face. Then slowly he began to relax, his defensive stance loosening slightly.

“I’m serious! You can’t stop me now!” Bladdi claimed, his confidence on a tipping point.

"You want to off yourself? Go right ahead. Won’t see me leapin’ to stop you,” Mythal snapped back, scoffing at the man. "But I don’t think a piece of crap like you’s got the guts.”

Bladdi growled furiously, the last offense he was willing take. He thrust the dagger into his heart, even as he called out for the demon he worshipped. His cry became strangled and wet from his own blood entering his throat. And then he fell back, his wide eyes staring blankly towards the sky as his own gore painted the sand beneath him.

Mythal stared at the dead man, snorting and shaking his head. "Guess I was wrong,” he mumbled as he turned back to look at Serilda. "You alright?” he asked, starting to bend down to help her up.

Then he felt it; an intense magical power. His head swiveled around to see Bladdi’s body jerking upwards, his massive stomach nearly hovering in the air. From it came a choking black smoke that swirled upwards and began to expand outwards. From its core came a terrifying creature; a humanoid being that towered over the two of them. Long hair ran off its head, swinging and curling around in the clouds behind. Its pointed ears were pierced three-fold on either side with black steel ornaments. Its mouth parted, revealing line after line of jagged, pristine teeth. It had no eyes to speak of, the gaps where they should be as dark as its aura. Its hulking body was adorned with dark, runic tattoos that seemed to shift and swirl like storm clouds.

The summon demon growled gently, basking in its freedom. Then two crimson, colored balls of light appeared in its eye sockets, locking onto Mythal and Serilda. Its hand extended towards them slowly, its fingers splaying. The God Slayer burst into action, charging forward and leaping at the creature with his arm already cocked back.

“Infinite Darkness,” the demon spoke, its voice rumbling and deep. An orb of gold and black erupted from its palm.

"Oh f-…” was all Mythal was able to get out before the orb overtook him, swallowing him into its core. The orb swung upwards and then came down to float just above the djinn’s shoulder. Trails of sand encircled around the ball of darkness, like lunar rings around a planet.

Then he looked down at Serilda, a mischievous grin on his face. “That fat slob was right… you are stunning.”

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