《Rise of the First Necromancer》Chapter 12: Azazeel
Advertisement
Asrael liked Barrel. As opposed to the three women, Kerras, the Ogre and most annoying of them all- Neda- the small, fat man remained silent. He imagined he would be too, if he were in his place at the front of the carriage- surrounded by the sleeping girl and the pale, dead giant while three dead women eyed him from the top of the wooden box. Asrael was, for the first time since his resurrection; comfortable- save for the occasional winces as he heard the sniffles from the chauffeur. The interior of the carriage was bland and nothing but a couple of benches lined the emptiness of the warm box. This would have made an excellent study, he thought and inevitably let his mind’s eye stray back to the Tower- to his previous study.
Corpses, fresh and old in various states of decomposition had filled the atmosphere with the homely scent of rotting flesh. Bookcases as tall as three of his own, substantial lengths, had lined every wall and at the corner; his bed had stood and bled its lavender infusion to the room. ‘It is for your own good, Asrael’ the old man had said. ‘It will help you sleep, apprentice of mine’. Asrael’s palms curled up with rage as he thought of the infuriating man. He had been no better than his predecessors- the old fool. Just as they had before him; the old man had struggled to express his magic. Sure; he could craft runes the likes of which none could copy, but the man had no expression- no inherent magical properties like the dirty girl had.
He scratched his chin as he thought of her. In the old world; someone like her would have been on their path to become Arch Magus by now. An amateur- capable of influencing the atmosphere without directly touching it. Such a thing was unheard of- an impossibility. In the realm of magics; none had been able to do such a thing- ever, unless one were to trust the foolish tales of old. He shook his head and scoffed. A genius such as he knew that the stories had no more merit than a myth. They had been written for the simple folk to give them hope and to instill an unnecessary amount of awe and terror towards the magi. Even before the Emperor had closed the Rifts; Asrael doubted there had ever been a day when magic was so plentiful people could use their powers to kill Demons or monsters. At best; a pyromancer might light a matchstick, if his body allowed it... but the girl... the girl’s foolish attempt to strangulate him had been something else entirely.
Advertisement
He raised a finger and forced some of the magic out its tip. The green gas flowing from the indentations of his skin was familiar to him- it was his own color... a color none had ever been able to identify as belonging to any one element. Scoffing; he folded his arms and lay his head back against the wall to traverse his mind for any explanation for the state of this place- of the magics. The rhythmic thumps of his head against the moving wall lulled him to a profound rest and allowed his mind to wander into itself, back to where he had last found the energy to be irritated at repetitive sounds.
He was in his study, pulling out greasy strands of long, black hair. His jaws ached with the constant grinding- his nails were bitten deep down to their beds, but despite his body’s attempts to de-escalate him; his fury remained. For years; he had pondered the mystery and for just as many years; he had been confident that he would do better. He would solve it and bring about a new era- a new Empire, where not even Death could hinder humanity’s further advancements. All he needed do... was figure out how to contain the soul.
He could reach out and reanimate the hand next to him. With some strain; he might even be able to close its fingers into a fist, but such a trivial spell held no value to him. He needed to defeat Death- not dance around it. He wanted the hand to move on its own, because a soul willed its movements. Resurrection was useless if it meant being under the total control of another- he might as well have brought out some strings to bind the digits, if that had been his purpose. In a vicious bout of fury; he struck out across the table and sent his priceless books, appendages and reagents flying through the rot-and-lavender-scented air. This was a maddening quest- one that seemed to be rapidly draining his sanity, or so he thought. The rhythmic, haunting taps of metal against metal had grown louder over the last hour... or had it been days? This evening in particular, the chains sounded louder than ever before- as if they were dragging over the floor just behind him. Although he knew how futile it was to scream at decades-old tinnitus; he spun about on the bench and prepared himself to let loose his rage, only to freeze with terror at the sight of an unwelcomed visitor.
Advertisement
A tall being stood perfectly still- unbreathing, unmoving, unblinking. Milky white eyes stared back at the young magus over a sharp-toothed, rotten grin. Like the bodies being stripped by the cadaverous insects in the glass containers of the room’s corners; the horned, grinning creature was in a state of disrepair. Long hooks sunk into its flesh connected to chains that seemed to writhe with a life of their own over the warm stone floor. Asrael reflexively retched at the sight of the long strips of soggy, greenish flesh swaying from its cheeks and chest- baring the yellowy white bones barely holding the creature together. Mid-retch; the magus came to a realization- a terrible, horrific, mind-crushing realization... this was not the first time he had seen the Satyr.
This was not the first time he had seen Azazeel.
Advertisement
My Life is Not a Manga, or maybe...
Xavier had a happy, humdrum life: normal friendships, a normal girlfriend, a somewhat oddball family. Until, that is, he literally stumbled through the fourth wall and discovered he was the protagonist of a manga. Now he's scrambling to maintain any semblance of control over his own life in the face of something he never imagined he would need to contend with: the power of the Genre. Hello, E.O. Tenkey here; thank you for your interest in "Not A Manga"! This was my first serial novel, and I hope you enjoy Xavier's predicament! Familiarity with manga not required (though it can't hurt)! I look forward to exploring the bounds of the Genre with you. (First volume is rated PG-13 for comic mayhem and light profanity—these are high school students, after all. Second volume is rated PG-13 to R for some violence and similar levels of profanity. Tags may or may not contain spoilers.)
8 220A Drop of Water & Blood
When an accident threatens seventeen year old Shay's life, he catches the eye of ancient vampire Jonathan. Something about Shay compels Jonathan to save his life, turning him into a half-vampire in the process. His dreams of going to college and becoming a journalist have been shattered, in its place is a fight for survival. Vampire hunters will stop at nothing to rid the world of creatures of the night. And darker beasts prowl, seeking to take London for themselves. But there's still one person from Shay's old life that wants to rescue him. Rosheen, his best friend. Convinced that Shay is enslaved by a vampire, Rosheen makes it her life's mission to track Jonathan down and kill him. With the help of Van Helsing's forbidden techniques, she will learn to master the mystic arts and exact her revenge. Torn between his loyalty to Jonathan, the vampire who saved his life, and Rosheen, his lifelong friend, Shay will soon be forced to choose a side. But when the line separating good and evil becomes harder to distinguish, how can he ever know which choice is right? [Posting one/two chapters every weekend]
8 82From A Delinquent To A God in 10 Minutes
"Look, I'm kind of tired of this whole God-business. Would you like to take over?" Up-and-coming Delinquent Kaharu Kahari was a normal person for the longest time of his life. But when he entered High School, an incident occurred. He called it "The Turn-Around" and refuses to speak about it with anyone. This incident changed him as a person, and he became a delinquent. One day, a rival delinquent annoys Kaharu to the point of a fight breaking out. Kaharu wins, but is called to the principal's office. Kaharu considers this a victory, but his family disagrees. They decide to send him to a local shrine as a punishment, claiming that he needs a 'Divine Intervention' in his life. Now Kaharu's forced to spend 3 hours a day at the local and very obscure shrine, working. 3 days into the Shrine business, Kaharu suddenly sees a middle-aged man in strange traditional clothes with a bright light around him. The strange man is visibly tired. The Old man praises Kaharu for his hard work the past 3 days, and continues to... offer him the position of God over this shrine! He claims that he's exhausted by it and wishes for an heir. Kaharu accepts eagerly in hopes of doing what he wants. But will the title really grant him what he wants, or is there more to it?
8 151There Is No Story Here
There is no synopsis here. There are no genres here, any genre you see is a figment of your imagination. There are no tags here. Edit: There are no reviews here so do not bother scrolling down expecting any. Edit 2: There are no stats here either so do not click on that thing down there that says statistics or you will be in for great disappointment. Edit 3: There are no edits here, if edits are what you see, you might be crazy. Edit 4: There are no rhymes here either, any rhymes you notice are false misconceptions.
8 110George Fest
Do you love George Harrison?Is your favorite word "georgeous"?Do you love Arthur?Do you want to drool?If you answered yes to any of these questions, you're in the right place!
8 115The New Girls Alter Ego || Lloyd Garmadon X Reader
MIRACULOUS X NINJAGO CROSSOVER◇◇◇"You wanted to meet?" Ladybug said, coming up behind me while I stood at the top of the Eiffel Tower."I've got some pretty disturbing news I found out today." I said looking down at my hands, transformed as Dragonne. "I'm going to need your full trust with this information. Nothing leaves us.""Of course." She said, standing beside me while we both kept our eyes on the city below."How much do you know of the Mother Box and the Green Ninja?"◇◇◇1 month into the school year and 4 months before Christmas break, Y/N's parents decided to move her from Paris, to Ninjago City as an Foriegn Exchange Student. What could possibly happen in four months in Ninjago when two people of similar power collide?What about the secret of the Dragon Miraculous?◇◇◇MIRACULOUS LADYBUG X NINJAGOBASED OFF BOTH THE SHOW AND THE MOVIE FOR NINJAGO!Female reader pronounsIf you dont watch MLB, don't worry everything is explained! I will be alternating the shows and movie a tiny bit.
8 113