《The Tomb of Potter》VII: Sanguis, The Lord of Blood.
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“Holy-moly! Virgin-kun, did you see that golden brilliance in the horizon!” Pipsqueak uttered in ecstacy. As both him and Alicia’s eyes glittered in excitement as the minotaur golem headed towards the beacon of golden light. Niel could only sigh inwardly as his ambition deterred his feelings of fear and cowardice.
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Before Adamlock could encroach upon the coffin, a voice filled with threat alerted the trio.
“You dare touch, you dare to welcome death.” The voice spoke in a sinister tone as light coughs occurred in intervals. Pale-skin, as his left sleeve danced through the air, signifying its loss. Tall in stature, releasing the impression of being close to death. As his sickly pigmentation contrasted from his healthy beard that reached his collar. He gripped his wand as his bloodshot eyes stared beyond the trio, locking onto the two artifacts sleeping on the coffin. Redirecting his eyes onto the group, surprised etched across his face. A serious and grave expression coated his face as gaseous clouds began to dance around his body. Feeling abnormal surges of killing intent, the pale-bearded individual locked eyes with the man donned in blue robes. Clean and kempt hair, neatly trimmed mustache and features rivaling an international model.
“I’ve finally found you… mother would be proud to see your corpse beneath my hand! Transvol Ans et Passer Lucentis!” Adamlock roared with vigorous intensity as red lighting danced around the entire cathedral. Transforming into dozens of sparrows that screeched in pain and agony, they all stared at Gregor, eager to stain their beaks with his life. Realizing the severity of his emotions, Meguri and Xavier refrained from participating. Deciding to retrieve the Deathly Hallows, they attempted to reach closer but was blocked by the sudden emergence of a cloaked individual. As his emerald eyes looked at them with disdain, a thestral materialized with the demeanor of royalty.
“Dammit. Why of all people, it has to be the fiercest one on the planet.” Xavier stated in a grave tone. Before Meguri could responded, a voice of authority echoed into the ears. Such authority and demeanor forced everything to go quiet. Adamlock gazed at the newly arrived individual as his sparrows floated around him, while Gregor stealthily recouped his vitality. The figure’s white robes blended beautifully with the golden scenery as if he was the ruler of the cathedral. Ignoring the four, he only focused his vision onto the cloaked individual whose green-eyed beauty equated his fearsome demeanor.
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“It seems the last descendant of Potter wishes to retrieve the remnant artifacts of the Hallows.” Lord Trenaver casually stated as he equipped his wand. Yet, the last descendant never acknowledge him as he turned to stare at the statue before speaking. At least tried before being interrupted by an uncanny trio who raced through the cathedral corridors.
“I hope we’re not late to the party- oh, shit. It's a lot of famous people here- Oh! It's the Deathly Hallows.” Pipsqueak squealed out as he flew around Alicia excitedly before she grabbed him.
“Um. I’m sure you understand the severity of our situation, so I guess you were right when you told us to gather reinforcements. If we live, how about we have a one night stand?” Alicia voiced in a tone of embarrassment as a wryly smile etched her face. Niel seemed intrigued by her deal but could only sulk due to the wizards within his presence. Two figures acclaimed to be undisputed, while the others were monstrous entities themselves. A situation that was sour in Niel’s mind became even worse when quiet footsteps echoed into his ears. Another cloaked individual whose eyes shined with ruby as a gaseous sword elegantly swayed in hand.
“None who came should bother to leave.” The Elder spoke as he gestured to Ala-equit. Fully unfurling its wings, a ring of mist coated itself along with Xavier and Meguri before they disappeared. With his hands clasped behind his back, The Elder remained staring at the statue before he slowly uttered.
“Est Ianua Leti.”
“Ah shit, here we go again.” Pipsqueak verbalize in a fatigued tone as he stared at the once azure sky.
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“This place is in complete ruins. Who would’ve thought such an aftermath occurred within minutes.” A member of Madeline’s group said.
“We’ve also been traveling within this library for quite awhile. What label of magic is able to recreate this phenomena?” Another member vocalized.
“It isn’t necessarily magic. We may be too young and green to learn from here… but if my intuition is correct. This should be the Timeless Library spoken of in legends.” Madeline uttered as desire shone into her eyes. She calmly reassessed herself as the entire group continued to travel and navigate through the library. As seconds transitioned into minutes and the feelings of hours, fatigue dawned onto the group.
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“Madeline why does it feel we’ve been roaming this place for hours? It's only been two-thirds of an hour.” A member of the group spoke as her short blonde hair danced around her constant surveying head.
“...I think we’re trapped in a time-loop.” Madeline said as a grave expression spread throughout the group.
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“Terra Murum!” Alicia bellowed as an earth wall emerged from the ground. Protecting her from the onslaught of abyssal-shaded swords. Further behind her was Niel, who summoned a torrent of flames that transformed into a python. Slithering through the air before being beheaded by the multitude of swords. Pipsqueak transformed, rivaling the size of an eagle, releasing sonic-waves from his mouth. As the sonic-waves caused destruction within its path, forcing the ground and walls to dent and tremor. Their nemesis transformed into black clouds, nimbly dodging the shockwaves. As the black clouds formed into a cloaked individual with ruby-eyes.
“This damnable ghost is one tough bastard to handle.” Alicia spoke as she squeezed her right shoulder. Blood slowly leaking through her hands, staining her clothing. Running towards The Ghost, shards and debri from the ground formed to coat her body into an earthen-gold suit. Pushing her prowess further, the emergence of three golems appeared holding sledgehammers crafted from earth and gold. Suddenly a fourth golem appeared directly behind The Ghost, who countered by slaughtering the golem in phantom swords.
“Your struggle is futile.” The Ghost slowly voiced. Lifting his hand into the air, their section of the cathedral collapsed. As the walls and ceilings fell apart, creating a new scenery that encased the four into a space less than a hundred foot. Alicia frowned as she reinforced her shield. Realizing that they were forced to play a game of close-quarters combat, she glanced towards Niel. Surprised that his expression remained firm and resolute, she decided to give him a kiss on the cheek… under the premise that they survive.
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“You fucking coward!” Adamlock spoke in rage. Surrounded by the boundless desert, his lighting sparrows chased the fleeing gaseous smoke. As the smoke danced and maneuvered through the terrain, Adamlock’s irritation grew. Unsatisfied, a grin of ferociousness plastered his facial. Summoning his wand, he exploded his sparrows. Creating a resounding shockwave, Adamlock flew several feet before being blanketed in sand. Lifting his head, he smiled in satisfaction. Several feet from him laid a haggard figure. Bloodied from a previous encounter. Burns now decorated his body. Ignoring the pain, the burned figure stared at Adamlock with pure hatred.
“Boy. What enmity do we have? You even go far enough to sacrifice yourself.” Gregor the Great spoke in a tone of admiration, further provoking Adamlock.
“The son of Belia and Adam Sven.” Adamlock uttered with pride. Never expecting Gregor’s reaction, whose face transformed into a sinister smile.
“So your the fucking brat who ruined my opportunity hundreds of years ago. It seems the Elixir of Life was destined to be with me. Fine child, I’ll show you the prowess of my peak from a millennia.” Gregor confidently spoke. As his body glowed red, blood from his body steadily escaped from his body. His physical body transformed into dust as the breeze carried it away. Possessing a new body entirely of blood, Gregor smirked at Adamlock.
“You’ve known nothing. Your body and soul will soon become mines just as the many supposed overlords throughout history. You will be etched in history, but your death will not!” Gregor the Great communicated as the atmosphere became bloody red. The sand turned into the hue of red, and the sun itself resembled the color of blood. Watching the spectacle, Adamlock expression became unsettling. Realizing Gregor’s true identity, he wanted to flee. But that was the very entity that murdered his beloved mother. Slowly gathering his bearings, Adamlock resolved to sacrifice his life towards this entity described by historians.
Sanguis, The Lord of Blood.
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