A Bored Lich Chapter 318
Advertisement
Author's Note: I changed Demons. They now have stages of life essence just like humans. For those who forgot, they originally had an insectoid plate just below the skin. It is cool, and shows the diverse forms of (physical) power, but confusing. Let me know what you think!
Red, armed, and oozing bloodlust, the trio of demons rushed in with a thunderous warcry. The two frontrunners were standard warriors. Doevm narrowed his eyes at the one at the back, which had two multi-colored eyes painted onto his cheeks.
Menla was the first to react, having been calmed by Doevm's soulmagic. She stepped back towards the group and took aim with a riptide shield spell. The demons charged straight into the swirling mass that erupted from the dwarf's fingertips. When the spell faded however, they were still standing.
"How?" Menla cried as she fired off another spell. Just before the two forces clashed, the demons drove their weapons into the ground. They clung to their anchors and withstood the force of the jet with their trained bodies alone. Blood red life essence emanated from each of them.
The classroom was small. The distance between the groups shrunk within moments, but Olpi wouldn't just sit back. With the ice-element in one hand and wind in the other, mana surged through. Howling wind shot forth a buckshot of icicles.
The two front-running demons suffered the worst of it. They ducked and dodged, barely managing to protect their vitals. The demon with four eyes didn't back down. It extended its hands as if receiving a gift, and let the ice stab through both palms. It then smeared its blood on the ground and recited demonic incantation: "Reflect."
Even though Olpi had mana to spare, the howling wind went as still as a corpse. The buckshot turned around and pointed at the Demis to announce their rebellion. The front-runners fell back, and victorious cackles rang out.
Advertisement
It was a standard anti-mage maneuver, as deadly and simple as it was predictable. "Reflect" was slow, and the euphoric triumph often opened a blindspot. A black and purple spear formed in Doevm's hand.
"You Demis need me," Doevm roared. One leg may have been gone, but he still had the other. Blue life essence erupted from his every pore. He curled up like a spring before launching the spear and himself. The spear tore through both the air and the Shaman's stomach, pinning it to the ground.
The front-runners charged at Doevm's sides just as he hit the ground. One slashed with twin daggers while the other brought down its warhammer. Doevm rolled, letting weapons crack the floor instead of his skull. Life essence condensed around his nails, extending them into razershar points that he drove into the closest knee.
Curses rang out. A foot pressed on Doevm's back, and pinned him. He could hear the warhammer whistle through the air as its building momentum was about to bludgeon his unarmored body.
Doevm still had hold of one of their legs, so he pulled it towards the warhammer's long shadow. A loud crack was followed by two daggers clattering to the ground. The weight on Doevm's back increased as a demon toppled onto him.
He was held down by two demons, however he was a trained soldier with blue life essence, which surged around his arms. He pushed himself to a standing position, shrugging off the weight. Facing him was the last demon. Blue blood dripped from the weapon and from an icicle that had pierced into the side of its neck. It collapsed to reveal Olpi, who had an ice magic circle in her hand.
It was unnecessary, but welcome nonetheless. Both Demis stared at Doevm with their mouths agape. "Sorry I got interrupted there. My name is-"
Advertisement
"Damn you," the multi-eyed demon cried in its native tongue. It tried in vain to pull the spear out of its stomach, desperately wasting the last of its physical strength. "Our king will avenge us. You'll see." It reached a bloody hand towards Doevm and its mouth curled into a fanged smile. "You'll all see."
Doevm hopped over and knelt next to the dying demon, dipping his knee into the expanding pool of blue blood. "I didn't leave you alive just so you could interrupt me," he responded in Demonic. The demon wasn't as shocked as Olpi or Menla, but his words were enough to make its guard slacken.
Doevm placed a hand atop the demon's forehead: "Vampiric touch." Green energy lept from the demon's paling skin. The stolen mana flashed and dimmed like a heartbeat, slowing as time passed. A throbbing headache was replaced with a comforting warmth. When the last breath left the cold corpse, the light faded.
Doevm didn't pull the spear out, opting instead to summon it to his hand so he could prop himself up. He looked the Demis in the eyes: "My name is Doevm. From now and onwards you will see unimaginable feats and strange magics. I know that fear naturally arises from things that people do not understand, but I do not have time to explain who or what I am. I can only ask you, friends of Cerlius, to trust in the person you once knew. You cannot run from this battle. You, along with the rest of the Demis, must fight to survive. I too want to save my friends, but I cannot do it alone. Will you fight alongside me?"
Menla and Olpi stared at the fresh corpses with blank expressions. Menla's riptide spell had merely soaked the three demons, and Olpi's spell had nearly been shot back at her. They both exchanged a look that spoke a thousand words. Their trust in Doevm may or may not have been broken, but his power was unquestionable.
Menla tugged on Olpi's sleeve: "It's your choice. I don't know him nearly as well as you do. Whatever you say, I'll still be with you."
Olpi gave a faint smile and took a good, long look at Doevm with eyes that had seen the darkest sides of humanity. "Do I have your word that you will get the Demis out of this place alive? You won't try to sacrifice them or extort them like this academy has done time and time again."
'You really think you're in a position to bargain?' Doevm thought. "I swear to the goddess that I will not harm the Demis."
Advertisement
The Ancients World
The year is 2236 and the Deep Dive Virtual Reality Massive Multiplayer Online Role Playing Game Ancients World is the most advanced game of its type ever created. Now that DDVR technology has reached the stage of commercial consumers everyone is addicted to the games available. A person who spent 5 years in the game has been reincarnated in his younger self as a request from a world item the game provided. Not everything is known about Ancients World since he only spent 5 years playing, so things will change this time around.
8 2338Companion Farmer
Caleb inherits his uncle's Replicator, a machine used to create mercenary companions for adventurers. Unlike other companion farmers, Caleb’s replicator machine is “broken”. It has none of the kingdom-enforced restrictions, so the only limit is the recipes he finds and the ingredients he can gather.
8 127Dauntless: Origins
Snow white hair, blue eyes, pale. Devil, monster, mutt, failure.This story follows one Tyr Faeron, crown prince, heir primus and mass murderer. A wrathful, angry, and lost young man that has made it his goal to hunt down the men that killed his mother - and he is on the cusp of finishing the promise he'd made before her cairn stones so many years ago. On the surface he is duplicitous, whimsical, and base of cunning - but within the depths beyond the many masks he wears, something is waiting. Waiting for an end, the end he'd come to long for, whether it be to himself or any possible threats in his vicinity. After that long labor of vengeance is completed... Nobody knows, not even him - an arrogant and otherwise solitary individual with nothing in the way of friends - only the brothers of the blackguard who follow him through life as he pursues this mission. He was born a prince, but he'd be called a disappointment - failing to manifest the great power that he was born to before being summarily discarded by his father, a 250 year old 'primus'. That word again... Men who can shatter mountains and level cities, that's what he was supposed to be. Some call them demi-gods, all Tyr sees is a poor excuse for a parent. Time had made him bitter, cruel, and arguably psychotic - seeing only enemies wherever he looks. They'd come for him, too, one day - to wipe the slate clean and make room for another - and it's his conviction to ensure that he dies while taking as many of those rats with him. This is a story about finding acceptance, growth, and understanding - from the point of view of a cold and brutal individual who wears many masks. Of someone who was born to be the greatest emperor the eastern continent has ever seen - but he failed in that. Strong, yes, but only in the context of a man - Tyr's magic is weak. His convictions are weak. He has been made a beast of instinct by loss and a constant confronting of his own impotency in the face of his father. A mythos that stretches across planes, of magic, a pantheon of cruel gods. Of someone who's dedicated his entire mind to the art of killing a man, and none to living a normal childhood or coming to understand friendship, empathy, or compassion. The first five years of his life a mystery, a hole none have ever been willing to fill, leaving him warped and twisted. His formative years gone and what must've been most of his humanity along with it. Now 17, he is on the cusp of leaving the city he'd never been permitted to leave for what might be the first time in his life. Always searching, though he won't know what for, for some time. An episodic that follows experience and symbolism rather than a never ending series of battles - where the conflict lay in constantly searching for wholeness in lieu of great villains or heroes. This is where it all started, the origin, the tale told a million times - and yet it hadn't been, 'reality' is tricky like that. The greatest lie ever told by the tongue that speaks is that any of this was real at all.
8 248Camille Lupin the Unicorn
Now I am sure you have heard of the Marauders and Remus Lupin. But have you heard of his twin sister, who is a normal witch? This is her story through Hogwarts, the first war and the second war. Camille has light brown hair and green eyes. What is her animagus form? Does she ever become a werewolf? Who is her best friend? What house is she in? Does she have a crush on one of the Marauders? Does she become a Marauder herself? Picture of Camille in her first year on cover. Hope you enjoy the story.
8 217The Subway (Now Available on Amazon!) Sample Version on Wattpad
~ AVAILABLE ON AMAZON: https://www.amazon.com/dp/164434193X ~She hated riding the subway. It was cramped, smelled, and the seats were extremely uncomfortable to sit on for hours on end.Now add a group of crazy mask-wearing, weapon-wielding, maniacs to the ever growing list of reasons why Gemma hated riding the subway.Gemma Conners is your average eighteen year old and for the past two years she's been riding the subway to and from school with no problem. She always expected the same ol' same ol'. Cramped spaces, hard seats, and perverts staring her up and down and "accidentally" bumping into her and blaming it on the train as it jostled people into one another.Never did she expect a group of masked men to rush in and hold everyone onboard hostage, demanding that they all play along with their sick and twisted idea of a "game". It was either that or die. To add on to her ever growing list of problems, one of the passengers onboard just so happens to be Archer Daniels, your typical high school "heartthrob" and Gemma's classmate. Her day just kept getting better and better.With Gemma's luck, she'd be lucky if she lasted five minutes. Yep. She really hated the subway.*I do NOT own the cover used above. All rights go to the rightful creator/owner.*
8 194Date A Live (the second flame spirit)
What if there was another spirit that was able to control the flames that roar, what if for the first time ever a male spirit was born?Own none of these pictures
8 211